The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Yin Biyue tried his best to restrain himself so as not to change his face.

He bowed his head respectfully, pretending to be educated.

Thoughts turned but his face sank like water.Because even the slightest change can't be hidden from Mr.'s eyes.

'He' naturally refers to Luo Mingchuan.

It turned out that he was ordered by Mr. Zhang Yuan to commit the murder?

Why did the sir want to kill Luo Mingchuan?Didn't Luo Mingchuan also study in a school?

What's more, with Mr.'s state and status, there are a hundred ways to kill Luo Mingchuan, why do you want to use your own hands?

Could it be possible for a sub-sage to plot secretly, with the ultimate goal being only Luo Mingchuan? !Or... Cangya Mountain?

But the school has been neutral for many years, and has a deep friendship with Cang Ya.It is said that the Juggernaut and Mr. are even close friends.

Or is there anything special about Luo Mingchuan?

When was this order issued?When you went to the school or when you went to the sword master?Does Juggernaut know?

He felt himself involved in a treacherous situation.

It's just an insignificant pawn in the hands of big shots.

If someone else encountered this situation, they must be in a state of panic all day long.

But when Yin Biyue came back to his senses, his mind was full of:

What about the final big boss? !

Why is it still online? ! !There is still such a big mountain in the villain camp!Where do you put your face? ! !

Sure enough, improving strength is the kingly way! ! !

"Let this matter go for now, and you don't have to worry about it in the future." The gentleman pointed to the wicker chair beside him to enjoy the cool, "Come and sit."

The meaning of these words is that don't even think about killing Luo Mingchuan.

Yin Biyue did not refuse, and sat down silently.

The memory in my mind is blank.But looking at it now, the past relationship with her husband was fairly peaceful.

The husband also sat down on the wicker chair next to him.A few Sophora japonica flowers fell on the stone table in front of it, and a set of half-old black-glazed tea sets were placed.

"You came just in time, just in time to watch the stars with me."

The more Yin Bi thought, it was early in the morning when he came, and then he entered the strange and mysterious realm, and it was dusk when he woke up.Now the sky is dim, and the stars can be seen for about a cup of tea.

Sure enough, everything is under the master's control.

Boiling water waker, finely grinding tea cakes, pouring water into the cup, the tea whisk loops around, and white soup flowers appear on the cup wall, which contrasts with the black glaze color on the tea set, which is not obtrusive, but creates a sense of harmony.

Mr.'s movements are as natural and unrestrained as flowing clouds and flowing water, but they are methodical and precise.

Yin Biyue thought, probably this is "doing what you want without transgressing the rules".

He looked at it seriously, thinking a little funny in his heart, and he didn't know how many people in the world would dare not even think about the treatment of making tea by himself.Let yourself be cleared up.Is this considered a benefit for the great man?

The two sat under the tree, talking to each other, boiling water and making tea.

Unknowingly, his fluttering mind calmed down.

It didn't seem like what he had guessed, the original body's residual reaction was not guarded against Mr.

It's as if sitting here, all the speculations and worries before have gradually dissipated.

Since coming to this world, the nerves that have been highly tense are finally relaxed in the dense tea fragrance.

He picked up the teacup and swirled it lightly, the twilight of the stars was reflected in the cup.

The gentleman took a drink, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and looked up to the sky.

Thick clouds cover the moon, but the stars seem to be more and more brilliant.

There seemed to be a smile in his eyes, "Actually, the stars are not as slow as we see in our eyes, some of them are also very fast."

Yin Biyue was a little surprised, but also looked up.I can only see the silent stars in the sky.

He knew that the starry sky that Mr. saw must be different from what he saw.

He couldn't imagine the world in Yasheng's eyes, just like mayflies don't know the size of the world, and summer insects can't speak ice.

In his previous experience, he has never had the experience of "seeing the universe's star trails from hundreds of millions of miles away".

The gentleman watched with relish, and leaned on the rattan chair in a comfortable position.

Soon Yin Biyue's cognition was broken again.

He sighed, "'Kanglong' and 'Winged Snake' were separated by three Ganges sand feet last year, so they should be on the same track now."

'Kanglong' and 'Winged Snake' are the names of the stars in the sky.

Ganges sand is a counting unit in Buddhism, about ten to the 52nd power.

Then the gentleman narrowed his eyes and muttered in his mouth. Yin Biyue couldn't hear it clearly, but he just roughly grasped the "extreme" and "Nayuta" several extremely large counting units.

The gentleman suddenly raised his finger and slid across the air, as if connecting two points together.

It turns out that this is the divination of the saint.

It's not really 'seeing', it's not a mysterious and mysterious sense of consciousness, but a real calculation.

With the accumulation of vast knowledge, special calculation methods, terrifying counting ability, and long-term calculation experience, the result is calculated.

Yin Biyue was shocked.

Gazing at the stars to know your destiny, what exactly does Mr. want to see?

At this time, the people around him put down their teacups and smiled at him, "It's time for you to leave Cangya, and it's best to go south."

A pot of tea has bottomed out.

The night wind picked up suddenly, and the residual tea fragrance mixed with the slight sweetness of Sophora japonica flowers floated in the night.

The blowing caused the thick clouds in the sky to disperse, and a ray of silvery white light came out, sprinkled on the world from the distant nine heavens.

Haoyue broke through the clouds and came out.

At the same time, the brilliant stars all over the sky dimmed in an instant.

There were even a few of them that were so small that Yin Biyue could no longer see them clearly.

The moon rises and the stars dim.

The gentleman's smile was also hidden in the fine folds at the end of his eyes.

He started to clear away the tea things.

Yin Biyue knew that this was the end of tonight's stargazing.

So he stood up and brushed off the tiny pagoda flowers on his lapel.He made a bow with his hands, and performed the disciple salute as he did when he came.It's for farewell.

Mr. leaned on the wicker chair and nodded.

Yin Biyue took out the invitation card from his sleeve.The figure rippled away like water ripples, and disappeared in the small courtyard in an instant.

Then there was only one person left in the courtyard.

Even with the bright and incomparable moonlight as a company, it seems a little lonely.

The Confucian scholars in the Eguan Bo belt looked gloomy, looking at the lonely night and talking to themselves,

"Actually, the moon is also a star."

There seemed to be a sigh echoing in the silent academy.

It's just that this star is too bright, and no one dares to compete with it.

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Yin Biyue landed in Xi Huafeng's own courtyard.It is still the same position that I left in the early morning.

The invitation in his hand turned into crumbs and dust, lost in the night.

He thought with some regret that this 'one-day trip pass to the school' is really a one-time pass. He thought he had a magic weapon to travel freely between the school and the world.

I don't know when I will reach that level.Stamping a seal casually is a magic weapon that can allow people to break through thousands of miles of space.

At this time, Yin Biyue didn't realize that after this day's epiphany in the academy, the question he considered was 'when will he reach the sub-sacred realm' instead of questioning whether he could reach the sub-sacred realm.

Out of a hundred cultivators in the state of concentration, perhaps forty will think about how to enter the "Breaking Obstacles", twenty will think about when to enter the "Hinayana", and five will think about what the "Mahayana" state is like.But almost no one would speculate on the cultivation of the saint.

Yin Biyue didn't think about this.Now he just thinks that diligent cultivation is enough.

No need to ask, no need to wait.

This is subconscious confidence.

Don't waste time with self-doubt, and kill your will with repeated speculation.

He grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand and looked up.

It seems that without the cover of tall buildings and mansions in Yunyang City, the moonlight on Cangya Mountain is clearer.

You can vaguely hear the rustling of leaves and pine waves in the forest, and the partridges crowing from time to time, making the night seem more empty and lonely.

During the day at the school, the sword is still in the sheath, but the sharp sword intent is gushing out, he can no longer use it.

That's what you want, you can't ask for it.

But it inspired him a lot.

He stood in the courtyard all night.At dawn, the whole body is immersed in the moisture of the morning dew.His eyes became brighter and brighter.

He thought he had found a way to use the sword.