The Villain's White Lotus Halo

It was getting dark.The jumping dim yellow candlelight fell on the woman's beautiful face, illuminating her slightly frowning brows and the worry in her eyes.

He Yanyun was flustered.She couldn't meditate, or practice.

Ruan Xiaolian who was meditating on the bed opened her eyes, got up and closed the window.Sitting beside her, he asked softly, "What's wrong? You've been restless all night..."

He Yanyun came back to her senses and smiled, "It's okay, maybe I'm too tired during the day."

Ruan Xiaolian knew that she must have something on her mind.But she didn't want to say it, so she didn't ask any more questions.

He just smiled and said, "The moon is very round today, let's go out for a walk."

The two girls walked to the courtyard and leaped lightly to the roof.

The whole town was empty, Cang Ya's disciples repaired a few dilapidated houses, and stayed overnight to rest and heal their injuries.Leave here tomorrow morning and go to the next village to see if there are any remaining demons still in Westland.

There was a fierce battle during the day, and no one expected that there would be more than forty demon cultivators in this humble town.

Fortunately, Senior Brother Luo saw the opportunity quickly, and no one in the team was seriously injured.

Under the cold moonlight, there are the dark ruins of the tower not far away.As if the battle was still in front of us.

He Yanyun remembered what happened during the day.

Her cultivation talent is considered outstanding among Cang Ya's disciples, otherwise she would not have been accepted by Zheng Yangzi.Although far from being a genius, he has unique talents.

Her observation and five senses are beyond the realm of keenness, especially hearing.

Only she heard what the magic cultivator said before he died.

Senior brother Luo was injured because of saving people before, and his recovery was incredible fast, and only she noticed.

Her intuition told her that these were important matters, so she didn't say anything to Ruan Xiaolian.

The Xingshan Temple incident shocked the practice world, but because of the participation of the Sword Master, the market dared not gossip.

What shocked He Yanyun was that Senior Brother Luo came back this time, and after recovering from his injury, his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds.It is clear that the senior brother is in the Hinayana realm, but sometimes she can feel the coercion of the Mahayana, even more powerful than the master.Once or twice, it can be said to be an illusion.But yesterday, that feeling couldn't have been clearer.

Ruan Xiaolian said, "Duiyan wrote a letter last time, saying that he tried a new recipe of glutinous rice chicken, but he didn't pinch the fire properly when lighting the fire, and the kitchen was blown up."

He Yanyun laughed loudly, "Why didn't you tell me about this kind of thing?"

"She was afraid that you would laugh, so she only wrote to me."

He Yanyun immediately took out a piece of jade slips and began to write.

Ruan Xiaolian knew that the two of them would be able to harm each other even if they were separated by thousands of miles, but fortunately, He Yanyun became happy.

"She blew up the kitchen, then what?"

"Then she was severely scolded by her mother."

"That's it? I don't believe it, there must be more!"

"After that, I really can't say..."

He Yanyun jumped up and poked her stomach, "Let's talk."

Ruan Xiaolian stretched out her hand to block it, but couldn't flash back, "Don't, don't, then her junior brother Chen Yi passed by and dragged her out of the ruins of the kitchen..."

"Hahahaha the first beauty was rescued from the stove by her first love in disgrace, I can laugh for a year!"

"You forced a confession!"

"What are you afraid of? She told you earlier, and you will definitely tell me!"

Ruan Xiaolian thought for a while, "That's right."

Later Qu Duiyan asked her why He Yanyun hadn't replied yet.

After He Yanyun finished writing the jade slips, she was in a good mood and in high spirits.

Looking up, I saw a figure standing on the opposite roof.

"Senior Brother Luo..."

Her voice was low and weak, barely audible in the autumn wind, but Luo Mingchuan heard it.

Then he turned his head and smiled, "I've been tired recently, and I have to hurry tomorrow, so my junior sister should go to bed early."

"Brother, how are you recently...?"

The question was a bit inexplicable, and even He Yanyun herself didn't know what she was asking, so she was a little annoyed for a while.

But Luo Mingchuan answered seriously, "I'm fine."

His eyes are calm, his voice is gentle, but with a certain strength.

At this moment, He Yanyun suddenly felt that the worries of the past few days were meaningless.

Senior brother is still her senior brother.

She respects and adores her senior brother who has been regarded as her elder brother for many years.

that's enough.She believes in senior brother.

So do other things matter?

Of course it is important, but there are big people to worry about major events in the world.

She was more willing to worry about senior brother's lifelong affairs, so her smile was a little more teasing, "When will Senior Brother Yin come back?"

Luo Mingchuan was slightly taken aback.He was always frank, never thought that one day when Junior Brother Yin was mentioned, he would feel a strange embarrassment in his heart.

He looked at Yuanyue, "I don't know, but it won't be too late..."

The younger brother said he would be back soon.

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The Juggernaut and Yin Biyue were walking on the wasteland.

The view is unobstructed, and the moon looks extraordinarily huge.

The icy silver glow shone on the sword body, the Yihu sword was as clean as water, not stained by blood.

Yin Biyue held his sword all the way, but never returned it to its sheath.

He didn't kill any more people, but he fought quite a few times.Every time he was attacked by surprise, the opponent would run away with all his strength if he missed a hit.Life and death are experienced every day.

At night, the Juggernaut slept on a big tree with withered branches and leaves, and Yin Biyue meditated under the tree.

The sky is high and the earth is wide, and the night wind howls.

He sometimes thinks that his master is from the Eastern Continent. When he was young, he went to Cangya from the Eastern Continent. Perhaps he also walked through this wasteland.So much so that I paid more attention to the quality of sleep later.

The master and apprentice will also chat.The Juggernaut spoke very directly, and whenever Yin Biyue wanted to ask, he also became direct, even if he couldn't understand some of the answers.

"What kind of sword is Yihu?"

"A magic weapon."

"Why give it to me?"

"I didn't give it to you, it chose you."

"Master, why did you leave Donglu?"

"The village disappeared when I was a child... Li Tugen said he wanted to go outside and have a look."

"How did you get out?"

"Li Tugen knows how to count, and the enemies who can be counted can be avoided."

"What can't be counted?"

"If it doesn't count, we'll kill him together."

"It is said that master and sir joined hands to kill a Mahayana strong man when they broke through the barrier. Is it true?"

The Juggernaut replied casually, "Well... yes."

Although it is a rumor, the truth is often scarier than the rumor.

"Tianluo Nine Transformations to the end, can you really be immortal?"

This was what Mr. Zhang told him, and Yin Biyue felt that it was too heaven-defying.Then I thought about it again, after going through a long journey through the villain's career, could I be considered immortal?

The Juggernaut replied, "Whether it is or not, this kind of defense is too boring."

Not meaningless, but meaningless.

"Master practice, isn't it for the pursuit of longevity?"

There are tens of millions of practitioners in the world, and their goals are nothing more than great power, transcendent status, and a long life.

"I started to practice because I liked it. Sword practice is very interesting in itself. Later, it was for living freely. As for longevity? I never thought about it... It's too boring to care about so many things. Buried, the wild dogs ate it and there is a meat coffin..."

He was clearly talking about life and death, but the Sword Master's voice dropped, and he fell asleep.

Yin Biyue leaned against the big tree.The moonlight shook off the mottled tree shadows and fell on his face.

Without death, what is the meaning of life?He hadn't thought about this question.The master is unrestrained and unrestrained, and his realm is so high, maybe he will never reach it.

But he remembered his master's words, he was the first Yin Biyue, and he didn't need to be the second Wei Jingfeng.

He has his own way to go.

The vast wasteland also has a day to go out.Yin Biyue and Master came to the first town where human beings lived concentratedly since they entered the Eastern Continent.

In the bleak autumn days, the gray banners on the top of the city are even more desolate.In chaotic and separatist places, different flags represent the asylum of different forces.

There are no buildings higher than three stories in the city, and there are more masonry structures than wooden mortise and tenon joints.The long street is a flattened dirt road, and it is empty in broad daylight.The doors of every household were sealed and locked, and occasionally a few figures walked by, all in a hurry, with weapons tied to their waists.

In the Eastern Continent, apart from the boundless snowy sea, there is also the legendary Golden Palace, which is extravagant and unreal. Towns of this size are scattered all over the place.People live here, and there is no security, only three points better than the dangerous wasteland.

The Juggernaut led Yin Biyue into the only two-story restaurant in the city. The stairs creaked and the dust fell.

He was speaking awkward dialect with the shopkeeper, Yin Biyue could only guess the meaning.After speaking, he patted two spirit stones on the table.

Donglu doesn't use copper and silver, and there is no shop to exchange bank notes. From the black market to the tavern, the only thing that circulates is the spirit stone.

Not long after, the nimble fellow served a jar of wine.

"There's nothing to eat here, but the wine is good. Only the water from the Minchuan River can make such a strong Shaodao. Come, try it."

Yin Biyue took a sip from the bowl, and the taste was extremely spicy, like a sharp knife piercing his intestines, which made him cough repeatedly.

The Juggernaut laughed loudly, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The man brought another black cloak, and the Juggernaut threw it to Yin Biyue, "I bought it for you."

This kind of cloak was very tight, and after Yin Biyue put it on, he felt like a demon cultivator.But I have to admit that the white Taoist robe walking in Donglu is really eye-catching.

The Juggernaut obviously didn't think too much about it, "It's so black and dirt-resistant."

Even if it is stained with blood, it is not obvious, whether it is your own blood or the blood of the enemy.

They rested overnight in the town, and went south the next day, to the Minchuan River.

When the Juggernaut bought the boat, the sky suddenly darkened, dust was flying, and it was raining lightly.

Seeing that they were two young sons, the boatman kindly persuaded them, "In this weather, the water on the river is fierce."

The Juggernaut smiled and paid him two extra spirit stones.It is not easy to get a kind word in troubled times.

Walking to the middle of the river, the big raindrops fell down with crackling, and the boat was swaying in the stormy waves, like a fallen leaf in late autumn, which was swallowed up in a blink of an eye.

The two of them sat opposite each other in the cabin, the rain was violent and the wind was blowing, but it was strange that it couldn't blow in here.

Under the flickering candlelight, the bright sword light was like a flash of lightning, illuminating the entire cabin.

This was the first time Yin Biyue saw 'Qiu Fengli' out of its sheath.He stared intently, for fear of missing the slightest bit of brilliance.

On Hengduan Mountain, Master was seriously injured for the rest of his life, and he only used one finger.

At that time, he was thinking, what else in this world is worthy of a saint drawing his sword?

The Juggernaut began to polish his sword with a serious look.Yin Biyue couldn't bear to disturb her.

Until the Juggernaut started to speak, "Old Si, what else do you want to ask?"

For some reason, Yin Biyue had a bad feeling in his heart.This intuition has been there all the way, and now it is magnified to the extreme.

During this trip, Master met many people, did many things, and taught him a lot.

It's like saying goodbye to the past and saying goodbye to the world.

So Yin Biyue spoke, his voice trembling slightly,

"Master, what have you been doing all these years?"