The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Yin Biyue and Luo Mingchuan walked in Yunyang City.

The light of the bright moon in the sky, the brilliance of the torches and formations on the street, fell on them alternately.The dead branches blown by the cold wind swayed, and the shadows reflected on the white walls of the house seemed a bit grotesque.

Yin Biyue said, "I suddenly felt that with master's talent and swordsmanship, it's not impossible to reach the realm of a true immortal. It's just that he knows the consequences, so he doesn't want to."

How can a person like Master, who comes to this world with pleasure in enmity, laughing and cursing, be willing to live a life of indifference?

There seems to be a smile in the voice of the people around, "Some people don't want it, they throw it away like a shoe, and some people can't ask for it. It's really interesting to practice Buddhism."

Yin Biyue said calmly, "You're here."

I don't know if it's a relationship problem, or the sudden switch between the Mozun and his senior brother the previous two times, he wasn't surprised at all.

"You should have heard that it's hard to get rid of the two souls. The best way is to fuse. I know it's hard for you to accept..."

Mozun smiled and said, "It's more difficult for him to accept. A hypocrite refuses to admit his dark side and cannot reconcile with himself. Naturally, he will not accept my evil thoughts..."

Just as Yin Biyue wanted to say that my senior brother is not a hypocrite, he heard the other party continue,

"What's more, he regards you as more important than himself, which is difficult for you to accept, and he is even more unwilling."

Yin Biyue shook his head, "There are no absolutes between good and evil. No one is born a saint or a devil. I have evil thoughts and you have good intentions. They are all the same." He paused, "Give me some time, I will try to accept it." you."

The vast mansions of Yunyang City were left behind by them, and the evening wind lost its shelter, raging in the wilderness outside the city.

Mozun disagreed, "It is impossible for me to become like him, so don't expect it. Don't fool me with words like 'human nature is inherently good', such as self-denial, sincerity, integrity, the way of a gentleman, I don't believe in those stupid things... ..."

Yin Biyue couldn't help frowning, "Then what do you believe?"

The Demon Venerable walked with his hands behind his back, his posture was loose but contemptuous, and he said calmly,

"Absolutely powerful power, a trick to manipulate people's hearts..." He looked at the expressions of the people around him, "How about it, do you still want to accept me now?"

Yin Biyue said, "I will."

It sounds very sincere and touching, but it is not enough to impress Mo.

"When did the real immortal like to talk empty words? He said that he accepted it, but he still went so far."

Yin Biyue took the initiative to increase the distance between the two, "I'm just not used to it..."

Mozun taught him in a good-tempered manner, "It's easy, you have to get used to being close to me before your body can let go of your defenses."

Yin Biyue intuitively felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but he couldn't find out where it was wrong.I had to be silent.

The moonlight shines like practice, and the shadows of the people falling on the grass.The shadows of the two are so close that they almost merge into one place.

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No matter where you are, this year's winter has been extraordinarily long.When the first snow fell in Hokuriku, it was abnormally one month earlier.The usually mild and humid southern land also has snowflakes.After the snow season has passed, the weather is still not warming up. The glaciers in the field are not melting, and the vegetation is not green.

Until the end of the new year quietly, there was no sound of firecrackers in the town, let alone a market or lantern.

When Yin Biyue and his wife returned to Cangya, a winter jasmine was tremblingly sprouting pistils in the mountain gate.Surrounded by several young disciples with immature faces, the clear and clear voice of a child floated in the mountain wind, "There are finally flowers blooming, I thought spring would never come..."

"Master heard this to reprimand you. Winter goes to spring and the laws of heaven come. Practitioners of my generation understand the vitality of spiritual energy and know that the four seasons change. How can we talk about spring when we see flowers like ordinary people..."

"What you said is not right. There is also a big world in the flowers. Junior Sister looks at the flowers. If you see the flowers, you will have a clear understanding of the state of mind, which is also very good."

Suddenly, a young voice came from a high place, "What are you talking about..."

Several young disciples hurriedly dispersed and went to repair the mountain gate.

The battle between Yan Xing and Lin Yuangui took place in front of the mountain gate, even though there was a large formation to protect the mountain, the stone steps in front of the mountain were also torn apart by the vertical and horizontal sword qi and saber intent.The land outside the door was even more messy.

Yin Biyue raised his eyes and saw that his spiritual sense passed through the vast clouds and mist, and there were several mountain peaks in Cangya, and there were disciples repairing formations and replanting flowers and trees everywhere.From time to time, patrol teams of more than ten people walked by.In addition, the deacon hall is still crowded with people, and the lecture hall is still in session. Everything is no different from before the war.

Against the scenery of early spring, it looks full of vigor and vitality, and everything is renewed.

"My yard is next to the Shanghan Lake on Xihua Peak, do you want to wait for me there first?"

Mozun looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"If the senior brothers and sisters know about this matter, they must worry about it. They are already very tired... Also, the head master is old and can't stand the excitement."

If Grandpa Zhengyangzi saw his apprentice go out and become a Demon Lord, he would probably vomit blood in anger.Fortunately, in their current state, Cangya Mountain is unimpeded by any restrictions, and with the loss of the mountain protection array, no one will notice as long as the Mozun deliberately restrains his breath.

Yin Biyue originally thought that this person had a proud personality, and he was definitely unwilling to do something similar to cover up, but he didn't expect the other party to agree, "Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."

After speaking, the figure moved slightly and disappeared in place.

When Yin Biyue went up the mountain, he never avoided people, so after one person recognized him, many disciples saluted one after another, and more people came after hearing the news, and the mountain road not far away was surrounded with water.It's just that his demeanor is too indifferent, making people look in awe from a distance and dare not go forward to disturb him.You can only communicate with your companions privately.

"Is that Senior Brother Yin?"

"Senior Brother Yin is back from the Eastern Continent to slay demons!"

"Did you feel it? Brother Yin's cultivation base has improved a lot. Hey, why don't you see Brother Luo?"

"I heard that the Meteor Abyss in Donglu has been completely sealed..."

He didn't expect this situation. Fortunately, the bell rang on the main peak. After three rings, the frightened birds returned to the forest. Everyone was vigilant, and receded like a tide, and everyone returned to their positions.

I saw He Yanyun running far away, out of breath with excitement, and Ruan Xiaolian chasing after her.

After the girl in pink stood still, she saluted upright, with a somewhat steady look, "Senior Brother Yin. After receiving the letter, I thought it would take a long time for you to come back. Everything is fine on the mountain. Master started retreating for recuperation yesterday. ..."

Zhengyangzi was in retreat, and Luo Mingchuan was not there. As the head's direct disciple, the coordination and scheduling of many things in Cang Ya fell on He Yanyun's shoulders.

Yin Biyue nodded, "It's been hard for you recently."

He Yanyun was a little embarrassed, "What's the hard work, Senior Brother Luo wrote it clearly before he left, and I just followed suit. Senior Brother Luo... Didn't come back?"

Yin Biyue said, "A little injury, I'll let him go to my place to take care of him first. I'll come and see the head and the brothers and sisters."

Maybe when he goes back, the people in the courtyard have changed from Mozun to Luo Mingchuan.

He Yanyun felt relieved, Ruan Xiaolian smiled and said, "Brother Yin just came back, how can you ask questions like this, let senior brother go to business first, and then cultivate well."

Now that the head of the sect is closed, Yin Biyue came directly to Xihua Peak after saying goodbye to the two of them.

The sea of ​​clouds on the edge of the cliff was surging, Jun Yu put away his sword and turned around, "Junior brother."

His breath was as sharp as usual, and the wisps of sword intent were not scattered, floating among the cliffs.

Yin Biyue stepped forward, "Brother."

Jun Yu nodded in greeting.

There is always such a tacit understanding between the same sects. When they parted, each experienced the battle of life and death and great understanding. After meeting, words could not express concern, and a look was enough.

He took out the tissue paper in his sleeve, explained the reason, and presented it to the elder brother.

"Mr. Zhang said that this was written by Master before he went to the Sword Tomb, and it can solve our doubts."

Jun Yu took it with both hands, and when he opened it, two big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes came directly into their eyes.

Yin Biyue was speechless for a moment, thinking that only the master could do this.And the big brother is worthy of being a big brother, so calm.Mr. Zhang Yuan is also very powerful, and he agreed in advance not to ask any more questions.

The Juggernaut's handwriting was strong and unrestrained, but he only wrote "Don't come".

Jun Yu's face was cold and serious, and he couldn't see any changes in mood or anger at the moment.Just folded the paper again and put it in the wide sleeve.He said calmly, "Junior brother has made great progress, very good. Is there anything wrong?"

The words were simple, but Yin Biyue could feel the senior brother's worry, "The cultivation base is stable, but the state of mind is different... The second senior sister has passed the test of life and death, and she probably has a similar experience as me, and I just want to ask her for advice."

"Let's go, Junior Sister has not left the hospital even one step since she returned to the peak."

It's rare for the elder brother to say a long sentence, it seems that the situation of the senior sister is not good.

Yin Biyue was walking on the mountain path of Xihua Peak, occasionally cold plums stained his clothes, and the dark fragrance floated.

Thinking of the first time I went down the mountain to go to the flower-folding festival, I also took this road to bid farewell to my senior sister.The senior sister brought out a bunch of magic weapons and insisted on letting him take them.Now the mountain road remains the same, but the season is different, and their state of mind is not the same as yesterday.

The spring in the mountains is late, and it is still expected that the cold wind will blow away the clouds and mists.

Liu Jishuang was writing on the table in front of the window when she heard a knock on the door and said, "Please come in".

Sandalwood is lit in the room, and green smoke curls up.

The woman in long gown is holding a pen at the desk, her figure is tall and straight, her face is like a sinking lake.

What she copied was a volume of Daoist scriptures, and she wrote very steadily, without rushing or slowing down.

Yin Biyue went up to look, but saw that the horizontal and vertical strokes were like swords, guns, swords and halberds, and the intent of killing came to his face.

The paper is full of sharp edges.

"Second Senior Sister..."

"Fourth Junior Brother." Liu Jiashuang kept writing, as immobile as a mountain.

'Apart from life and death, which one is not trivial?People who have passed the test of life and death don't even worry about their lives. Naturally, their hearts are like still water, and they are difficult to be moved by external objects. '

He forgot where he heard this sentence first, and felt that it was very appropriate.

After copying a chapter, Liu Jiashuang put down her pen and invited him to sit down.

"I know why you came here, but unfortunately I can't help you. This is a rule. If someone can break the balance of heaven and earth by himself, it is too dangerous. We have to let such a person not have the will to disrupt the way of heaven. So too much, It's the end of the road."

Yin Biyue felt a little cold in his heart.

At first, he thought from his own point of view, only thinking that compared with the vast and boundless avenue, the emotions in his heart were too small.Just as people who have seen the sea don't care about a speck of dust, so the more you understand, the greater your power, and the farther you will be from the world.

The senior sister changed the angle.Those who want to change the world can't reach the level of cultivation, and those who have reached the level of cultivation are indifferent and have no desire.Only in this way can the movement of the Dao of Heaven be unimpeded forever.

There is only loneliness at the end of the road.

"Dare to ask Senior Sister, if one day, there will be no worries, and all worldly things will be forgotten, what's the point of practicing?"

Liu Jishuang shook her head, "Where can I forget the day of dust?"

Her gaze passed through the window lattice, and she didn't know where it fell. "I promised someone that I would live a good life and remember her for a long time. I can't break my promise to others."

Yin Biyue looked at her, his thoughts moved slightly, and many pictures flashed before his eyes, which were self-evident.

So he asked, "Senior Sister, do you think there is someone who is responsible for Palace Master Jade?"

Liu Jishuang went to the front of the case to write, turned over a page of Taoism, and said calmly,

"If you haven't promised, how can you live up to it?"

Yin Biyue was lost for words.

I bid farewell to my senior sister and walked back to my small courtyard.

The golden crow is falling to the west, but there is no gorgeous sunset glow. The vegetation, trees, mountains and rocks on Xihua Peak are all shrouded in the darkening sky.

Suddenly someone called him, "Fourth!"

Yin Biyue turned his head and saw Yan Xing jumping down from the tree with the wine jar in his arms.

"Senior brother three, you...are you alright?"

Didn't you say that you fought Lin Yuangui very badly?I don't know how many bones are broken.

Yan Xing knew what he wanted to ask, and waved his hand, "Don't listen to the nonsense in the old five's letter, I have a hard bone."

Immediately sighed, "Damn it, your cultivation base has increased again... In this way, I don't have any dignity as a senior brother."

He took out a letter from his arms, "Before you sent a letter to the Qinglu Sword Sect, this is Zhong Shan's reply letter, whether he is injured or not, so he can only dictate, Song Tang wrote it for you...I will bring it back for you. "

Yin Biyue said guiltily, "It's such a serious injury... Please trouble them."

Yan Xing said in surprise, "It's really strange, Song Tang said that you would definitely say things like trouble and hard work."

"What else did Sect Master Song say?"

"I also said that if you talk about it again, you don't regard them as friends."

Yin Biyue laughed, "The third brother has been in the Qinglu Sword Sect recently?"

Yan Xing remembered Duan Chongxuan teasing him before he left, "running to Nanlu all day, he looks like a door-to-door son-in-law." He didn't feel awkward, and frankly admitted, "Yes. Song Tang took over soon, so I don't feel relieved."

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I remembered Duan Chongxuan's phrase, "Is he familiar with you? It's your turn to worry about it?" Only then did he feel depressed, and he flew to the top of the tree, threw the wine jar, and drew his knife towards the cliff.

"Fourth, you go first, I'll go and fight with Eldest Brother."

To put it simply, it is to find abuse.

Yin Biyue only felt that the third senior brother came here casually, and when the interest came, he wanted to compete with the senior senior brother.

He opened the letter to read it, and the writing was concise, except for a sentence like seeing a letter, there were no complicated greetings.With just a few words, the collapsed rocks and the soaring smoke and dust will appear vividly on the paper.

"...Millions of years ago, the owner of the Fengfeng Sword fell into a dilemma. By chance, I revisited the old place of the Fengfeng Sword, and I also entered a certain mysterious realm..."

The evening wind in the mountains blows away the mist, as if the morning mist outside Yecheng was split by sword energy.The opponent's sword "slanting wind and light rain", like starlight shaking down on the autumn river.Based on the long lives of practitioners, the experience of fighting in the arena is not too far away, but it seems that their swordsmanship and life have been turned upside down overnight.

"I suddenly realized the original intention of the Wind and Rain Sword. Based on my state of mind at the time, I just heard the Tao in the morning and died in the evening...but I probably have concerns about living."

Yin Biyue read as he walked, until he finished reading the last sentence.

"...I just remember that the evil cultivator has not been expelled, and there are so many difficulties in all directions. I dare not go first. The master's revenge has not been avenged, and the sect has not flourished. I dare not spare my life."

After talking with the second senior sister, I felt even more disappointed. When I raised my eyes, I was facing the familiar white wall and gray tiles.

The wall is a low wall, and the tiles are old tiles.His yard is simply furnished, if it weren't for Xi Huafeng's cloud and mist all year round, it would be like an ordinary household.

The wooden door shook slightly, and opened with a 'squeak'.

The bedroom is lit, and the light shines through the paper window, creating a warm yellow glow in front of the stone steps.

It was only then that Yin Biyue remembered that someone was waiting for him here.

He pushed open the door of the bedroom, and without knowing why, he opened his mouth and said something,

"I am back."

The lights flickered, and there was no one outside.

There was a chuckle in the room behind the screen.

The laughter was low and hoarse, echoing in the quiet night.It's like a stone falling into a lake, splashing layers upon layers of ripples.A piece of crow's feather fell on the wine cup filled with moonlight.

Indescribably lingering.

Yin Biyue walked over step by step, only to see the bed curtain half rolled up, the man with loose black hair leaning on the head of the bed, the front of the snow-white jacket was wide open, revealing a chest as textured as jade.

The faint light of the candlelight leaked in, illuminating his face in half-light, and his thick eyelashes cast a shadow.The expression is not clear, but there is an evil spirit for no reason, like a demon that seduces people's souls.

The voice is also like a drunken spring breeze, with a smile on the end of the voice,

"Who did you meet and whose letter did you read? You didn't come back so late."