The Villain's White Lotus Halo

There are many ways for cultivators to travel. The sub-sage and above can ride the wind to travel thousands of miles in a day, or have the means to break through the space.

And as long as those who step into the threshold of practice can also consume their own true energy to increase their speed, or activate magic weapons, or control strange beasts.

It's just that in today's world, after going through the "Dharma-ending Age", magic tools for traveling are rare, and strange beasts are even rarer.Because the living conditions of the alien beasts are harsh, they not only need the terrain and spiritual veins that complement each other, but also need a master that is truly recognized by them.

It is said that His Majesty the Emperor of Hokuriku, one of the six sub-sages, raised four green-winged luan to pull the imperial chariot.It consumes 80 spar and [-] catties of tourmaline vermillion fruit every year.

There are only a handful of people in the world who can do this.

With the current cultivation level of the three of Yin Biyue, if they stimulate their true energy to the extreme, they can travel thousands of miles a day.

But in Duan Chongxuan's words, "It's rare to go down the mountain, and there is still plenty of time, so why rush on the road? The big brother also wants us to walk more."

Yin Biyue had no objection, because he wanted to know more about this world.Even if there are countless records and narrations in the memory, how can anyone really feel the real experience?

Seeing him nodding, Luo Mingchuan nodded too.

Leaving the boundary of Cangya Mountain, passing through Jincheng and Yangcheng, turning over Panlongling, taking the fourth official road in the West Continent, heading south all the way, leaving the West Continent by boat, and crossing the Fukong Sea.Finally, in Yecheng in the Southern Continent, they joined the Cangya Mountain team and went to Chongming Mountain to attend the meeting together.

This is the route they set.To be precise, it was Liu Jiashuang's decision.

This road will not be smooth and smooth, and it does not need to pass through extremely dangerous places such as the "Hundred Thousand Mountains".

In the bustling Jincheng city, they went to teahouses to listen to books, and listened to all the tea guests talking about how to fold flowers.

In Yangcheng, he changed his Taoist robes and bought ordinary clothes. The white horse whipped down the embankment, like three young masters who left home to study.

To Yin Biyue's surprise, Chatter and Luo Mingchuan got along well along the way.Because he doesn't like to talk, it's the two who communicate the most.

The etiquette is thoughtful, the words and smiles are gentle, and there is a taste of friendship between gentlemen.

Somebody thought that Luo Mingchuan was Duan Chongxuan's best friend, not someone who was deliberately targeted at Xihuafeng.

Yin Biyue thought, this must be due to being overwhelmed by the protagonist's halo.

... until the day before they entered Panlong Ridge, Duan Chongxuan decided to change clothes.

Yin Biyue was also uncomfortable because of the color of his hair, so he was always surrounded by crowds. After thinking about it, he added a black cloak with a hood.

He is very satisfied with his image now, with the hood on, only his thin jaw is exposed, adding ten points to his gloom!

But when Duan Chongxuan came out of the inn, he felt that he was going to go blind.

This suit of local tyrants, which is obviously not available in the whole Yangcheng, is brought by the cliff itself.

A long gown with cross-collared right lapel and gold thread embroidered flying phoenix, a purple gold beaded crown on the head, a white jade gilt dragon pattern belt around the waist, and a cloisonné enamel inlaid coral buckle.

The man with the sparkle of jewels couldn't open his eyes, and from a distance he looked like a...

Moving Statues! ! !

If it is said that the previous attire was naturally luxurious, then now it is a rich man who got rich overnight, the kind who has a lot of money and is stupid.

Yin Biyue guessed that Duan Hualao might have been stimulated by something.

But Huachao laughed happily, so he couldn't say anything.

When Luo Mingchuan came out, he was slightly taken aback, apparently because of this attire.

Then he coughed lightly, turned his head away, "Let's go."

Yin Biyue seemed to see the words 'can't bear to look directly at' on his face.

The shade is thick, covering the sky and the sun.The cool wind in the mountains is full of the breath of vegetation and soil.

The three of them walked for a long time on the rugged and winding path, all the way silent.The shadow of the sun gradually slanted to the west.

Yin Biyue was thinking, although Panlong Ridge has never heard of any powerful beasts, is it really okay to talk about this Li FLAG suit that reflects light from ten miles away?

Think what comes.

Yin Biyue's consciousness moved slightly and stopped.

Luo Mingchuan also stopped in place.

After five breaths, there were rustling sounds in the forest, getting closer.

The visitor was not kind, and he was very hostile, and he did not intend to hide his tracks at all.

Accompanied by a loud shout, "Stop for me!!" More than a dozen big men jumped out of the dense forest.

The leader, Scarface, is eight feet tall, holding a heavy ax in his hand, "Where did you get it? Do you understand the rules! Today you have to pass through the door of the master's house, whether it's silver or spirit stones, keep them all." !"

The minions following behind echoed loudly, "If you don't have one, just save your life!"

There was a burst of laughter.

From the time the bandit leader started speaking, Yin Biyue silently recited his lines.

Word for word.

What a familiar scene!

Once upon a time, he used to hold an iron rod, ah no, it was not up to him to hold an iron rod.

He was following behind the killer boy who was holding an iron rod, wearing ripped jeans, and his bangs grew over his face. He heard the leader say, "Little girl, do you want to have a little fun with brother?" A cry of 'Stop! ’, was kicked away by the protagonist while the leader shouted ‘Come on, brothers’.

Thinking of this, Yin Biyue felt a little disgusted.

Because this group of people obviously has low professionalism, look at the one behind, their expressions are not in place!Clearly absent-minded!

Bad review!

Perhaps it was because of following the protagonist, the script changed, and Yin Biyue counted to three, but he didn't hear the familiar stop.

But he heard a chuckle beside him.

It was Duanhua who laughed out loud.

No wonder chatter can laugh, the three of them who were going to participate in the Flower Folding Festival, Cang Ya's head disciple and Juggernaut's disciple, unexpectedly... encountered robbery!

This matter spread enough to make the whole practice world laugh for a year.

Yin Biyue looked at how the three of them were dressed, like two entourages accompanying a rich dude on a trip.

This can't be blamed on the poor eyesight of the robbery team.

Luo Mingchuan looked calm, neither sullen nor angry, and seemed to be planning to reason.

Before he could speak, Duan Chongxuan waved his fan calmly and said, "Do you know who is standing beside me?"

The robbery team was stunned.

Duan Chongxuan confidently stood behind Luo Mingchuan,

"The one next to me is the great disciple of Cangya Mountain, the next head of Cangya, Senior Brother Luo Mingchuanluo!" Then he turned his nostrils to the sky, with an extremely contemptuous expression, "You guys still don't kneel down and call daddy!"

The team leader immediately exploded, "Damn! What big disciple Cangya, I'm still the emperor of Beilu!"

Duan Chongxuan's expression became strange and calm, "No, you are not."

The robbery gang has rushed up.

But before they reached ten steps in front of the three of them, they flew high and crashed out.The leader was especially injured, breaking two big trees before falling to the ground.

The invisible real energy barrier bounced people out.

Luo Mingchuan's figure did not move at all.

The robbery team collapsed on the ground moaning and vomiting blood.I can't even figure out how the years of robbery experience have failed.How come the fat sheep that are optimistic about become iron plates.

The leader of this group has already passed the cutting marrow, and has stepped into the threshold of cultivation. There are still a few people who are also practicing Qi, but they don't have the potential to go further.Such a group of bandits in Panlongling is more than enough to deal with caravans or passers-by who cannot afford guards.Panlong Ridge lacks spiritual energy, let alone natural resources and earthly treasures, so practitioners rarely come here.

No doubt they were all attracted by the moving statuette.

It took less than ten seconds for the robbery team to lift their feet and lie down. Luo Mingchuan turned around and said, "Let's go."

The three of them walked forward through the faint cries of pain and begging for mercy.

In this way, they encountered similar teams every ten miles, even at dusk, some came with torches.

So the above scene is played repeatedly.

Yin Biyue seemed to understand the way of chattering.

But if it's just to make trouble for Luo Mingchuan, this method is too low-level.

So what are you talking about?

It can't be for the elimination of bandits and justice for the sky, right?

After nightfall it was finally clean.

The cold moonlight poured down through the dense tree shadows, and the night wind in late spring also added to the chill.

The three of them found a secluded cave, Duan Chongxuan lit a burning talisman, and burned the spider webs and dead branches and weeds.Take out a Zhuozhu and embed it on the stone wall of the cave, and the soft halo flows out instantly.

Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue were going to sit in meditation.

Duan Chongxuan took out another big red sandalwood bed with shark gauze tent, and asked,

"Fourth senior brother, I have prepared a bed, what do you want?"

Yin Biyue thought he had gotten used to his unique painting style, but he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth from twitching, "No need."

The talker let out an 'oh' regretfully, and went to bed.

The shadow of the moon looks westward, slantingly shining into the cave, interspersed with the brilliance of Zhuozhu.

In the quiet night, there are only insects and the rustling of the wind passing through the mountains and forests.

The cave is not big, and the distance between Yin Biyue who is meditating and Luo Mingchuan is no more than three feet.

In the practice world, this is a very taboo distance.

If it is a stranger, within three feet represents impoliteness.

If it is an enemy, being close to three feet means danger.

Yin Biyue felt a little uncomfortable.

He didn't know if it was the residual reaction of this body, or the defense in his heart.

After concentrating on the state, the cultivator's five senses are particularly sharp. Even without deliberate effort, he can feel the breathing of people around him, and even the... temperature in the cool night.

As time goes by and the night darkens, this feeling is multiplied.

He didn't know if Luo Mingchuan, who was always polite, was as uncomfortable as him at this moment.Still immersed in breathing and meditation, even getting better and better, planning to take out the spirit stone and start practicing.After all, it is a spiritual practice, so you will always carry a spirit stone with you.

On the contrary, Luo Mingchuan was recalling.

He felt that this feeling was very familiar, as if he had returned to the night study building of Lanyuan Academy. The cold, arrogant and silent young man was sitting in front of the desk reading a book, the yellowish halo of the blue light fell on the side of his face, which made people feel a little inexplicable Tender delusion.

And what about yourself?

Sometimes I sit at the table next to him, and the lamp is also lit, and there are thick books stacked on the table.

When you are tired from reading, just look at him.

Even though the boy's eyebrows and eyes are still childish, he is still good-looking, and a few more glances seem to relieve fatigue.Reading is also extremely focused, and I have never noticed my small movements.

The Night Book Building is connected to the Zangshu Pavilion by an air corridor. Some books are not allowed to be taken out, and some books need to be read overnight, so students will come here.

Luo Mingchuan didn't come here often, but it seemed that every time he came, he could always see the boy sitting in the fixed position under the west window.

Sometimes I couldn't help laughing, "Brother, you are still so young, staying up all night will not grow taller."

I've thought about this many times in my heart, but never said it.

Because he remembered that the teenager seemed to dislike others saying that he was young.

The students who came to study at night were tired late at night, and often whispered a few words with the neighboring table, which could not only refresh themselves, but also make friends sometimes.

But he and the boy sat at the next table countless times without saying a word.

Because the young man never showed a tired look, let alone opened his mouth to speak.

He wouldn't take the liberty to bother.

Until one time, the boy looked at the blue lantern and frowned slightly.

The school advocates simplicity, and there are no shark oil and copper lamps.But the green lamp has been lit for a long time, the wick will split, and the light will dim.

Luo Mingchuan glanced at it, couldn't help laughing, and asked in a low voice, "This junior, did you forget to bring the lamp?"

The boy turned his face sideways, his black and white eyes reflected the warm yellow candlelight, and the arrogance of the day faded away, "Yes."

Luo Mingchuan got up to cut the candle for him, leaned slightly, his long hair hanging down.It was close enough to see the shadow under the young man's eyelashes, and the shadows of the two fell on the west window, as if they were fused together.

After a while, the table case was as bright as before.He also stepped back a polite distance.

The boy nodded, "Thank you."

"Junior brother, you are welcome." He put down the lamp scissors and announced his family name.

"Luomingchuan, Qiongzhou, Eastern Continent."

"Yin Biyue, Ying'an City, Zhonglu."

This was the first sentence between them after one year of enrollment.It is also one of the few words in the three years of the school.

In the Yeshu Building where light and shadow intersect, the thick and old volumes are silent, and the old and mottled green lamps explode.

Time stopped at that moment.

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Yin Biyue felt that Luo Mingchuan should also be extremely uncomfortable.Because he was out of breath.

Fortunately, at three o'clock in the morning, the sky was dimly bright, and Yin Biyue walked out of the cave with his sword in hand.

The morning breeze blows, blowing away the restless mood of the night.

Dawn is approaching, and it is a good time to practice swords all day.