The Villain's White Lotus Halo

The moon shadow looks west, and the courtyards by the autumn lake are silent in the dark night, only the chirping of summer insects and the rustling of leaves blown by the wind can be heard.

Luo Mingchuan pushed open the window, and the night wind came in, and the chill that hit his face made him wake up.

The window is facing the autumn lake, the long smoke is clear, and the bright moon is thousands of miles away.

He didn't like the almost out-of-control emotions during the day, so he started to straighten out his thoughts.

In the dungeon, he knew that he was drunk back then, misled his teacher and brother's obsession, and went astray, so he was full of guilt.At first, I decided to go down the mountain together because I wanted to make up for the younger brother, and it also meant to enlighten me.

But along the way, when did it change?

Floating on the seashore, he didn't know why his junior brother exchanged invitations with him.But there is an inexplicable intuition that the junior is protecting him.On the night of the full moon, the younger brother leaned in his arms and said that he wanted to live a good life in the future. At that time, he still couldn't see his own heart clearly.

until today.

Until the younger brother admits that there is already someone he likes.

The night wind almost blows away the fog in front of my eyes.

Luo Mingchuan has practiced Taoism for more than ten years, and he has never been afraid to face his heart.

He thought that he was also happy with his junior brother.

But what about the younger brother?

The junior brother is still too young, and his mind is simple, can he really distinguish between the feelings for the senior brother and the feelings for the Taoist couple?

Luo Mingchuan looked at the undulating water of the lake.

It's okay, he can wait.

From the school to Cangya Mountain, from the age of thirteen to the age of 23, the younger brother will have him every year of his life.

Luo Mingchuan's mind was clear, and he quickly fell into a samadhi, and began to practice the Jialan pupil technique.

Yin Biyue was restless when he was meditating.Simply turn over and get off the futon, sit in front of the case, light the lamp and wipe the sword.

Recently, he felt more and more that wiping a sword is a good thing for the body and mind, and it can calm people down quickly.

The candlelight illuminates the three-foot Qingfeng, and also reflects his face on the sword.

Miss Qu is fine.Regardless of family background, appearance, or cultivation talent, there is nothing bad about it.

So, why is the first reaction to say no?Shouldn't you be happy?

"I have the Dao in my heart, how can love in the world restrain me?"

No, this kind of reason should be said by a senior brother or someone like the master.

I am clearly not a person who is interested in proving the Tao alone.

Because the situation in the world is turbulent and there are many crises, well, this is barely one of the reasons.

Anymore?

Yin Biyue recalled his state of mind at that time, and found that his first reaction was to be afraid of Luo Mingchuan's misunderstanding.

He didn't know why this happened, was it because he was afraid of being discovered by his parents about his puppy love?

Not quite.

Maybe it's because the little villain has been a villain for a long time, and there has been no girl showing affection for too long, and one suddenly appears, and she is still a goddess, so I am not used to it all at once.

Probably.

The candlelight dimmed, his sword had been polished very brightly, and his mood calmed down.

In any case, he has more important things to do right now.

The results of the fourth round of lottery for the Folding Flower Club will come out tomorrow.

In this round, the three of Yin Biyue did not have the right to draw lots, they just had to wait for others to draw their names.

Duan Chongxuan volunteered to go to Shen Yingbi to see the results early in the morning, but when he came back, his eyes were wandering and he was out of his mind.

Yin Biyue was a little worried, "Who did you meet?"

"The Buddha of Xingshan Temple cultivates wisdom and virtue."

"What are the chances of winning?"

"Seventy percent. It's not seventy percent that he won this time, but seventy percent."

Yin Biyue was puzzled, "Very good... who did Brother Luo meet?"

"Feng Wenjin of Qinglu Sword Sect."

Yin Biyue looked at Luo Mingchuan and felt that there was nothing to worry about.

The erratic eyes of the chatterbox finally fell on his face, with a sad and happy expression,

"Fourth senior brother, Zhong Shan has drawn you."

The three were silent for a while.

After a while, Yin Biyue said, "In the end... there will be a battle."

But he didn't expect it to be so fast.In his heart, he always thought that the battle with Zhong Shan would at least be delayed until after the fifth round.

"Fourth senior brother, what are your chances of winning now?"

"Four percent."

Hua Nao sighed, "It's really accurate, the odds are the same as the gambling house."

Yin Biyue was taken aback for a moment, "You bet on me to win?"

He said, "Of course!"

"...My fault. I forgot to ask you to bet on Zhongshan."

In fact, after watching Zhong Shan's previous battles, Yin Biyue himself wanted to bet on him.

Hua Nao had come to his senses, spread out his folding fan, and shook it, "It's okay, it's okay, the bet is not much, it's just a drop in the bucket..."

He was afraid that his senior brother would feel bad, so he didn't dare to say how much he bet.

Luo Mingchuan didn't speak until now.He spoke suddenly now, but he had a strange and stabilizing power, "Don't be impatient, there will always be a way, and it's not impossible for the younger brother to win."

Like a spring breeze blowing, Yin Biyue calmed down,

"Yes. I always have to try my best to be willing."

The people by the Autumn Lake would not know that Cheng Tianyu also asked the same question in the Wutong Garden of the Qinglu Sword Sect, "Brother, what are your chances of winning?"

Zhong Shan replied, "Sixty percent."

Cheng Tianyu laughed, "Brother is too modest, I think it's [-]%!"

Zhong Shan shook his head, "No, it's [-]%."

Cheng Tianyu had a look of disbelief.

Song Tang patted the top of his hair, and said with a smile, "Your senior brother said that you can achieve a certain degree of success, so you don't want to practice swords yet."

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The expectations of this battle came in a hurry.

Not only Yin Biyue, but everyone did not expect it to be so fast.

As soon as the news spread, many people set off immediately to watch the battle in Yecheng.

During the ups and downs in the whole southern land, the letter sent by Song Tang from Zhonglu arrived.It is a rubbing copy of all the articles Yin Biyue wrote during his three years in the academy.

"After joining Cang Ya, there is very little news about him, so there is no way."

Zhong Shan flipped through a few pages of thin paper, "It's enough."

Yin Biyue studied it with the piece of paper Duan Chongxuan gave him.

There were big and small pieces of paper, some with neat handwriting, and some with random scribbles, on which were written Zhong Shan's chores before joining the Qinglu Sword Sect, or scribbled on the direction and angle of his sword.The information was scattered and many seemed useless, but Yin Biyue took it very seriously.

Talking a bit embarrassed, "There are only so many."

This was already beyond Yin Biyue's expectation, and far exceeded his prediction of the source of the conversation and news, "It's already very good."

From noon to late at night, Yin Biyue stood in front of the window and meditated.Close your eyes, countless pictures flash by, as if you have experienced the first 16 years of Zhong Shan's life.

A young man became famous, immersed in kendo, lonely and persistent.

After joining the Qinglu Sword Sect, the picture became blurred.

The Wind and Rain Sword Art is very famous, and it is not a secret that is not passed on.There are at least forty disciples of the Qinglu Sword Sect practicing.There are also relevant records in the classics of Lanyuan Academy.

But there is only one real wind and rain sword.

It was the saber of a saint in the "Era of All Saints" millions of years ago. It was later destroyed in the "War of Dao and Demon" and was collected by the Qinglu Sword Sect.It took ten years and countless painstaking efforts to repair it, and restored [-]% of its power.

In that year, Zhong Shan practiced a set of Wind and Rain Sword Art on Qinglu Mountain, and it was finally decided by Yasheng Zhou Yuandao to pass this sword on to him.

Zhong Shan lived up to expectations. At the age of 20, he had already grasped the true meaning of the Wind and Rain Sword Art. He was known as the genius with the most potential to enter the "Sage Realm" in the next 300 years in the Southern Land.

The complicated fragments and information were re-integrated and filtered in Yin Biyue's mind, and he felt that he was getting closer to Zhong Shan.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. In this extremely energetic state, he felt that he had a [-]% chance of winning!

Fortunately, he pushed the door out, stood in the yard and took a deep breath to calm down his excitement.

When he raised his eyes, he saw that the lights in Luo Mingchuan's room were still on, casting shadowy figures on the paper window.

Senior brother hasn't slept yet?It looks like it's writing something.

Yin Biyue would not have done anything if it had been any other night.

But he was so happy tonight that he was so bold and impolite that he went up and knocked on Luo Mingchuan's window, restraining his excitement and whispering, "Brother, haven't you slept yet?"

There was the sound of paper rubbing against each other, and the window was pushed open from inside.

Luo Mingchuan was indeed sitting in front of the desk and writing, "Junior brother, Yehan is dew heavy, why are you standing in the courtyard?"

He stood up and opened the door, and welcomed Yin Biyue in.Sure enough, the younger brother's body temperature dropped at night.

Yin Biyue was brought into the house, and subconsciously felt that it was not appropriate to go further in, so he came to the desk and said, "Senior brother, I have some good news for you!"

Luo Mingchuan has abided by etiquette for many years, and has never been in the same room late at night with anyone.

At least there are other people in the Night Book Building of the school.Drinking on the roof at night, at least not in the house...

He was thinking wildly, and felt that compared to his junior brother, he was too dishonest. He felt uneasy for a moment, and asked casually, "What good news?"

Yin Biyue wanted to say that he had a [-]% chance of winning against Zhong Shan now.But the next moment, his eyes fell on the letterhead on the case, and he lost his voice.

Only then did Luo Mingchuan realize what he was writing just now, he was in a bad mood, but it was already too late.

Yin Biyue looked into his eyes and asked, "Brother, what is this?"

The case is a letter of war.

It was Luo Mingchuan who wanted to hand it over to Zhong Shan, and the time was set for the day before Yin Biyue played.

The words were extremely provocative, which made people angry when they saw it, and couldn't help but want to take it.

Yin Biyue understood Luo Mingchuan's plan almost instantly.

He wants to challenge Zhong Shan before himself, and it is best to win, even if he can't win, he will consume the opponent as much as possible.

If such an approach is spread, it will undoubtedly attract a lot of criticism.

Even if you don't mention other people's opinions, this matter has already violated Luo Mingchuan's usual code of conduct.It's not what a gentleman does.

Luo Mingchuan knew that it was too late to say anything now, so he smiled wryly and stopped talking.

Yin Biyue folded the letter paper and thought about it seriously.

"Brother, I know you are doing it for my own good...but you don't have to come here for me..."

Yin Biyue knew that Luo Mingchuan had put in a lot of effort to come up with such a method and write such a radical letter.But he still said, "I want to try it myself."