The Villain's White Lotus Halo

It's the vernal equinox.It rained in Cangya last night.

This morning, the mountains are full of mist, and the greenery is like washing, showing more and more layers.

The young man was walking on the rugged stone road in the mountains, with a faint cloud of smoke hanging over his body, and the dense water vapor from the vegetation wet the hem of his clothes.

He was in high spirits, but his steps were firm and unhurried.His eyes were calm, without any trace of arrogance.

In contrast, the girl in pink who was chasing after him seemed much more eager.

He Yanyun looked at the back of the person in front of her.

Brother Luo had just been granted the title of Cang Ya's first apprentice, and he was still wearing a complicated and dignified dress.A change from the simplicity of the past.

The Xuehua brocade robe was covered with blue satin, delicately embroidered with the pattern of the vast sea and pines, the cuffs and collar were finely embossed with cloud patterns with silver thread, and the waist of the outer robe was tied with a coiled dragon and sapphire knot.

Layers of low-hanging and wide-sleeved sleeves swell like flowing clouds as they walk.It perfectly outlines the tall and straight figure.

Seeing that the gap with the youth is getting farther and farther, he is about to be left behind.The girl raised her breath, jumped up out of thin air, her figure dangled, and then landed in front of the young man, calling out hastily, "Senior brother!"

The young man was not surprised, and said calmly, "Junior Sister has something to do, let's discuss it after I come back this time."

His facial features are sharp and handsome, but because of the gentle temperament around him, he seems kind and reliable for no reason.

Some people seem to have an innate special ability, even if they say no, others will not feel the slightest resentment.

Luo Mingchuan is such a person.

The girl seemed to be sure of his good temper, and she still stopped on the road relentlessly, with a bit of coquettishness in her tone, "Senior brother, I heard that you asked the head master for the order of Canglan, what exactly are you going to do?"

She was born delicate and beautiful, but such an attitude made people feel rude, and it showed the cuteness and innocence of the little daughter's family.

The young man's face remained unchanged, "Junior Sister, please go back, I'm going down the mountain."

"What are you going down the mountain with the Canglan Command?" The girl frowned, thought for a moment, then suddenly thought of something, her almond eyes widened, "Cangya Dungeon?!"

"Brother, you don't want to go to see that Yin, do you?!"

The young man was silent.

He Yanyun knew that Senior Brother Luo would not lie, and this reaction was equivalent to acquiescing.

So she became even more excited, "What is going to see him?! What's wrong with Xi Huafeng? What's the big deal?! It's clear that he has a vicious mind and plots to harm us. Brother, you are now the first disciple of Cang Ya, so you don't have to be afraid that he will fail. ?!"

Luo Mingchuan frowned, "Junior Sister He, speak carefully."

The girl blurted out without thinking, "Am I wrong? After seven days of public trial, he should be abolished and driven down the mountain. In my opinion, Xi Huafeng can't protect him for such a felony as mutilating his fellow disciples. Even a sword ..."

Suddenly she lost her voice, as if her throat was tightly strangled by an invisible hand.

A huge sense of fear scrambled out, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.This kind of deterrence does not come from anyone or anything around him, but from the fear deep in his heart.

Not just her, but almost everyone in the world.

Even if it's just a slight disrespect when you mention it casually, the fear engraved in your bones will surge up in an instant, and the overwhelming person can't breathe.

It was only then that she realized belatedly that Senior Brother Luo just reminded her to 'be cautious', not to stop her from humiliating Yin Biyue.It was because she was afraid that she would be rude to that person.

What she wanted to say just now was that Yin Biyue's nominal master, the peak master of Xihua who had been traveling for many years - the 'Sword Saint' Wei Jingfeng.

She is indeed too carried away, this is not something she can talk about.

He Yanyun took a deep breath, trying to get back to normal, and her tone weakened, begging, "Brother, do you have to go? Then you take me with you, I also want to see what the dungeon looks like..."

Although the young man's tone was gentle, he didn't waver at all, he just shook his head helplessly.

"Don't make trouble."

He Yanyun wanted to say something, but she saw the figure of the person in front of her was like water ripples, from deep to shallow, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

She turned pale with shock, and soon realized that senior brother Luo couldn't use this kind of spatial supernatural power, but now that the Canglan Order is in his hands, he can use the power of the Cangya Mountain Range to instantly transfer it with the formation in the mountain.

The girl stomped her foot angrily.

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The thick black iron door opened slowly, and the dark gap gradually expanded, like an abyss that would choose someone to devour, finally revealing its true face.

As soon as Luo Mingchuan stepped in, he felt his breath stagnate. He is a spiritual practitioner, and the feeling of being restricted in the circulation of true energy is really bad.It was a mild discomfort at first, but it intensified as the ladder gradually descended.When he landed, it was as if he had been put on invisible shackles.

The guard had already received the summons from the outside, and he was waiting for him at the entrance with a shark oil lamp, and the candle was about to be extinguished.

Luo Mingchuan bowed slightly to salute, and said, "Thank you."

The guard sideways avoided his salute, his voice hoarse and stagnant, "Don't dare."

Luo Mingchuan knew why he came here.He understood that in the secret realm of the Purple Mansion, Yin Biyue really wanted to kill him, and the others were just related.

But he didn't understand why Yin Biyue wanted to put him to death?

It is clear that they have known each other since they were in Lanyuan Academy, although they have not been in touch since they entered Cangya, but there is no festival.

Looking at the dark and cold dungeon, he sighed for a moment.The young man who was so talented when we first met, has fallen to this state.

Footsteps resounded in the leaking sound, calm and powerful, echoing endlessly along the long and narrow corridor.

Yin Biyue, who was leaning against the wall, opened his eyes.

Now that his true energy is sealed, his eyesight is far worse than before.

Until the figure approached five steps away, the unextinguished lampstand and candles illuminate the face of the comer.

Jade crown and white clothes, eyebrows and eyes...

Luo Mingchuan!

Yin Biyue's pupils suddenly constricted!Every muscle in his body tensed instantly, almost jumping up.

Then he forced himself to relax with all his strength.

This is the original body's instinctive reaction to the person in front of him, and it has reached such a point that the soul still remains in the body after leaving.

This is... how much hatred? !

The guard handed over the lantern and stepped back.

Looking at the dark cell, Luo Mingchuan tentatively called out, "Junior Brother Yin?"

In the darkness, there was the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other, and the clashing sound of iron chains, which was ear-piercing and sharp.

The inmates approached with the sound of iron chains, and appeared in the candlelight.

His face was pale and his eyebrows were drooping.

He was dressed in a simple plain uniform, with no pattern or decoration, and his long hair was untied, hanging down loosely.

The wide sleeves of the wide white robe were covered with dim candle flames, which made his thin figure even more contrasting.

The young man raised his eyes, and looked straight at him with a pair of pupils, deep and cold, like cold stars in the sky.

Luo Mingchuan was stunned for a moment.

His always keen intuition told him that there must be something wrong, and his impression of Junior Brother Yin was not like this.

The boy's gaze was always cold and gloomy, and occasionally he raised his eyes to look at him, making people feel as if he was being targeted by some cold-blooded animal.

But the coldness of the person in front of him is more like a god standing on the cloud looking down, born with indifference.

Make him in a trance for a moment.

The first time I saw him at the school back then, I knew that this teacher and student was very good.At this time, when he looked carefully, he realized that although the young man was not yet in shape, his facial features had been fully developed, with thin lips and straight nose, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, without any flaws.

It looks like an ancestral statue carved out of suet and white jade, with a high spirit.

But there is no fireworks at all.