"Master, when are we going to leave?"

"Let's talk about it tomorrow, the old man will go back to sleep first."

With the cultivation base of a saint, sleep is no longer necessary.But Wei Jingfeng likes to sleep.

"Let's go." He turned around and greeted Jun Yu, and walked towards his apprentice's courtyard.

The moon rises at the beginning of the month.The night wind in late autumn also adds to the bleak chill, and the sound of waves bursts in the forest.

From Yin Biyue's point of view, under the semi-dark sky, the backs of the two were almost side by side.

But he knew that senior brother was always one step behind master.This is an insurmountable respect.

He suddenly felt that being the master's first apprentice had a different meaning.If there is anyone in this world who can truly understand a saint, it must be the elder brother.

On the second day, Luo Mingchuan gave a lecture in the Dharma Discourse Hall.They are all about the basic knowledge of practice, such as washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow, the path of true essence running in the spiritual veins, how to choose exercises for martial arts, and how to absorb spiritual energy for spiritual practice.

These were all told to the young disciples who had just entered Cang Ya, but many people came to listen.There are various realms.

Lunfa Hall is an elementary school on Cangya Mountain. As the head disciple of the sect, Luo Mingchuan often came here to give some basic knowledge before.

It is close to the deacon's hall, and there is an endless stream of people coming and going, making it one of the busiest places in Cangya Mountain.

Yin Biyue stood at the door of the Lunfa hall, and from time to time some disciples would stop and nod to him, even those with lower seniority would salute.He went down the mountain this time and got along with people a lot, so he can handle such a situation without embarrassment.

Not long after arriving, Luo Mingchuan dismissed get out of class and walked out surrounded by a group of disciples.

He didn't expect Yin Biyue to be waiting outside, he was slightly stunned and walked forward, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

"Senior brother..."

The people around quickly dispersed, and Luo Mingchuan was instantly emptied.

The passing disciples also walked around calmly, leaving room for them.

"Have you waited for a long time?"

Yin Biyue shook his head, "No."

Neither of them mentioned yesterday's dispute again.

"Master is going to take me out for business today... I don't know when I will be back."

Luo Mingchuan smiled slightly, but then he sincerely congratulated Yin Biyue and said, "The teaching of the sword master is rare, and when the younger brother comes back, he will definitely make great progress and make further progress."

Yin Biyue nodded.

For some reason, he opened his mouth to explain again, "I think it should be soon."

Luo Mingchuan laughed,

"Let's go, I'll take my junior brother back."

There was no words along the way, only the creak of cloud boots stepping on the thick fallen leaves.

The two stopped at the foot of Xihua Peak, which is rarely seen.The blue sky, the yellow leaves, and the crisp autumn air.

Yin Biyue felt that he had already thought it over clearly, "Brother, can you decide on the exercise after I come back?"

Luo Mingchuan didn't answer.

He didn't know how to explain it to his innocent-looking junior brother.

"Maybe I'm really immature, but this trip with Master will definitely improve me a lot. When I come back, let's figure out a way together... Or, as the senior brother said, wait for me to be crowned?"

Yin Biyue thought that this was the best time for him to display his expressive ability. If the senior brother still refuses to agree, there is really nothing he can do.Thinking of this, there was a bit of pleading in his eyes unconsciously.

In Luo Mingchuan's eyes, the younger brother's cold expression came alive, his eyes were like autumn water, like that fluffy kitten in the school, unexpectedly looking pitiful.

He was startled, he couldn't care about anything at this moment, and he agreed, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Yin Biyue breathed a sigh of relief, and his smile deepened.

The Juggernaut came down from Xihua Peak, saw this scene, and clicked his tongue lightly.He waved to the people behind him, "Don't give it away, just go back."

Jun Yu stopped where he was, but didn't go back.

Luo Mingchuan saluted the Sword Master.

Wei Jingfeng has always been impatient with these hypocrisy, but this time it was quite useful.It was even a little funny to think, no matter whether you are a real immortal or a demon, you have to salute the old man, and this saint is worth it.

Yin Biyue thought that he hadn't talked to the elder brother much this time around.He walked up to Jun Yu, opened his mouth, and finally said nonsense in annoyance, "Congratulations, big brother, for his swordsmanship."

Jun Yu thought for a while, "The younger brother has also improved a lot."

His expression was still cold and serious, and his words seemed stiff.

But Yin Biyue knew that senior brother had already worked very hard.

He bowed and saluted as farewell.Jun Yu helped him up.Both of them are not good at talking, but they have a sense of intimacy between them, and they will never be unfamiliar.

"Let's go, fourth child."

Finally, he looked back and saw Luo Mingchuan's figure standing in the autumn morning light.The brows and eyes are smiling, light and gentle, like warm jade radiating light.

**********

Yin Biyue originally thought that it would take only one day for Master to cross the mainland by riding the Ben Yufeng, so no matter what he did, it must be very fast.

But in fact, they are shopping now.

In Lueyang City, twenty miles away at the foot of Cangya Mountain, they walked through the bustling crowds of people in the market.

It just rained yesterday, and the water on the blue bricks was still wet, with golden sycamore leaves floating.

The wine tricks on the high-rise are swaying gently, and the strong aroma of spirits overflows, mixed with the hot steam of haggis soup on the side of the road, which is enough to warm the coldness of late autumn.

Many passers-by wrapped their hands in thin jackets, and even the most beautiful young girls changed their summer skirts into thick cotton.

The Juggernaut added a cloak to protect against the cold, saying,

"Yellow leaves are still wind and rain, and brothels are orchestrated."

Qiu Fengli is a dagger, finely crafted, decorated with pearls, it fits around his waist like a gorgeous ornament.

And he himself is like a young man walking around.

Yin Biyue seemed to suddenly understand why there are only a handful of people in the world who have seen a saint.

Because people must not have imagined that a saint would be like this.

After reading the poem, the Juggernaut said to himself, "I remember that there is a braised beef brisket in Lueyang City... Hey, the Luhua girl in Chunxiu Building, she can sing even better..." He turned to his apprentice and asked, " Fourth brother, have you visited the Flower House?"

Yin Biyue was so shocked that he didn't come up, and was almost choked to death by his own saliva.

"Cough, cough, no..."

This must not be what he thought!

Just like in Yecheng, he mistakenly invited himself to visit the Hualou by chattering.

Master's realm of practice is so unfathomable, and his conduct is so lofty, how could he say such things...

"Let's go, Master will take you to visit the Flower House!"

With a wave of his big hand, the Juggernaut pulled the dazed little apprentice into the back alley of the main street.

In heaven!This time it's really not my overthinking.

Passing through the alleys full of wine and flowers, the clothes and temples come and go along the way.Yin Biyue was a little dazed, and didn't come back to his senses until he stepped on the threshold.

In Chunxiu Building, the lights are not lit during the day, and the light is dim.The brazier in the lobby was burning and crackling.There were two or three tables scattered with guests drinking, talking and laughing loudly in Lueyang dialect.

The middle-aged proprietress leaned against the counter, painted her nails with impatiens flower liquid, and casually glanced at the guests who entered the door.

If it weren't for the cultivator's keen sense of smell, which could smell the faint scent of powder and flowers in the air, Yin Biyue would have felt that Master had gone to the wrong place.

This is so different from the Hualou he imagined. QQ

It is said that the uncle is here to play. QAQ

Are they going to sit here drinking wine until the evening, waiting for some special night activities, such as Miss Luhua's ditties?

Without waiting for Yin Biyue to think about it, the Juggernaut had already brought him to the counter and put a piece of silver on it, "Miss Boss, is there any more 'Fu Sheng Huan'?"

Yin Biyue was surprised to find that his master had a slightly positive accent!

The proprietress weighed the silver and took out a jug of wine from the cabinet.

With a bang, it fell heavily on the table, and the dust flew.

The two found a corner by the window and sat down.

The Juggernaut unsealed the wine jar neatly, and the clear aroma overflowed.

Yin Biyue filled the wine bowls for the two of them, and looked out following Master's gaze.

From time to time, outside the window, girls from various flower houses walked by with skirts, sleeves and slim waists, golden hairpins swaying, and the alley was full of spring.

And not far from them, the guests at the tables did not know what they were talking about, and they patted the table and laughed.

The Juggernaut took a sip of his wine and sighed contentedly.

He asked casually, "What kind of sword have you practiced recently?"

Yin Biyue answered cautiously at first, "I practiced the Cangya Sword Art General Jue first, and after cutting the marrow, I practiced the 49 moves of the Cold Water Sword, and I also learned a few points of the Qingtian Bairi Sword..."

It was later discovered that Master was indeed asking casually.

The Juggernaut sighed, "Well...the blue sky and the white sun, the old man's sword, a good sword..."

No more.

"What kind of tea do you like most?"

"Junshan Yunwu tea."

"The old man also likes that, but it's a pity that there are not many good teas in recent years..."

Yin Biyue suddenly felt himself calm down.

From entering Xingshan Temple to watching his brother wake up, his spirit was always highly tense.Nervous because of uneasiness.

But at this moment, there are no plots and puzzles, no sense of oppression like a sword hanging from the top, and no pressure of practice that cannot be stopped for a moment.

It's like sitting under the locust tree in a school, drinking tea with the master.

Now I'm in Hualou Restaurant with my master, it's noisy and bustling, chatting with each other.The heart is as quiet as that time.

Drink fine wine and watch girls.

Such a waste of life, I don't know why, doing it together with Master seems to give me a sense of joy.

The wine jar was half empty, Wei Jingfeng stopped pouring wine, and Yin Biyue followed him to put down the wine bowl.

At this time, an authentic Lueyang dialect sounded in the lobby,

"Miss Boss, is there any more 'Fu Sheng Huan'?"

"The last jar, sell that table."

Yin Biyue raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and was facing the swordsman turning back in front of the counter.

Both sides were taken aback.

Where in life do we not meet again, third senior brother!Why every time I meet you, I'm either drinking or on the way to buy wine!

Yan Xing saw the person who was at the same table with Yin Biyue first, and he almost suspected that he was dazzled by drunkenness, "Master...Master..."

The Juggernaut took out an empty wine bowl out of nowhere, and beckoned to him, "Come here."

Yan Xing hurried over, with a calm face, "Master left it for me? Master is so kind to me..."

"I heard that Master is back and is still heading towards Cangya..."

This picture of a father who has wine has once again refreshed Yin Biyue's stalwart image of breaking the water knife and Yan Xing.

No, third senior brother, you didn't rush, and you came to Hualou to buy wine.We saw it with our own eyes.

Yin Biyue thought about it, there were six of them, Xi Huafeng, and half of them were drinking flower wine now.What is this called.

But Yan Xing was very happy with the drink, and went to order another plate of marinated beef and peanuts soaked in vinegar, while chatting and laughing with the charming proprietress, "Miss Luhua, why don't you sing a song today?"

Yin Biyue regained his spirits, and looked around the room to see where the girl was coming from.

The proprietress replied lazily, "I'm suffering from autumn dryness today, my throat hurts, and I can't sing."

Yin Biyue lost his voice again.

The Juggernaut clicked his tongue, as if lamenting his naivety.

Who do I talk to about this. QQ

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