The Villain's White Lotus Halo

Yin Biyue subconsciously avoided Luo Mingchuan's gaze, and whispered, "Let's go back to Cangya."

Luo Mingchuan smiled, and replied, "Okay", and glanced at the entrance of the cave after speaking.

When Yin Biyue saw the formation at the entrance of the cave, he immediately understood, but the embarrassment that he had just changed the topic to avoid came up again.

It's over, senior brother won't think that I created this formation just to trap him here, what kind of him?Shall I try to explain?

Yin Biyue spurned himself while pulling out the formation flag, bah!It's too dirty!Brother would not think so!

Besides, I’m already asleep, so what’s the use of talking about it now QAQ

Naturally, Luo Mingchuan didn't know what his innocent junior was thinking, but couldn't help asking, "How is your body?"

Yin Biyue pulled out the last formation flag slowly, and his hands trembled when he heard the words, "It's good, no, it's better than before, my cultivation level has increased..."

The brilliance flowed from the entrance of the cave, and the invisible air blockage was lifted.

Luo Mingchuan stepped forward,

"That's good. Yesterday we had the first double cultivation, and I was afraid that some omissions would make you suffer."

Yin Biyue finally knew where the extra true energy in his meridians came from.He practiced the cold water sword for many years, and he felt the coldness piercing his bones, and his true essence circulated in his body, which could soak up the coldness.

But after waking up this time, there is a weak real essence in the meridians, like a gurgling warm current, which is slightly different from the circulation in the body, and has its own running path.

This feeling is wonderful and warm, just like the temperature every time I get close to my senior.

"Junior brother, you should know about the movement of the true energy of the Nine Turns of the Heavenly Luo, but this exercise is a bit weird, and I still don't want you to practice it. From now on...just let it take its course."

Yin Biyue felt that there seemed to be a smile in the brother's concerned words.

I can't help but think wildly, it's natural to be smooth, doesn't this mean that I don't need to practice this technique, and I rely on that, double cultivation to improve.

An inexplicable sense of shame enveloped him.

Until being dragged out of the cave by Luo Mingchuan and seeing the light of day again, he was still immersed in his own brain hole.

Although he was the one who forced it first (Fog), but by virtue of his love-filled confession (Fog), he touched the senior brother, successfully avoided all kinds of abuse, and finally walked towards the broad road of HE! (thick fog)

Yin Biyue almost cried for himself.

He felt the warmth of his palm, and suddenly raised his eyes to see the person in front of him holding his hand, walking in the thin morning mist.

Cang Ya's Taoist robe with wide sleeves and narrow waist perfectly outlines his tall figure.The ink hair is light, and it is gilded with light by the rising sun.

Looking at it, Yin Biyue was satisfied, and felt that the soil and fallen leaves under his feet were so soft that he would sink into it every step he took.

He even thought, senior brother is so beautiful, if he can't sleep in this life, life is really meaningless.

At this time Luo Mingchuan turned his head, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled softly,

"looks good?"

Yin Biyue didn't even think about it, "It's pretty."

You are so beautiful, I just want to sleep with you.

Help, I almost said the second half of the sentence QAQ

With a mind full of filth, he ran wildly towards the yellow and violent road, gone forever.

Senior brother will abandon me if he knows the cliff QAQ

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'Huangdu' is a city, it stands in the center of Hokuriku, there is no redundant name.

The towering city walls, a total of eight huge city gates, and the avenue that can accommodate four carriages driving side by side.On weekdays, there are tens of thousands of people traveling out of the city and entering the city.

And everyone who comes to the city and looks up will feel their own insignificance and weakness.After entering the city, submerged in the hustle and bustle of people coming and going, it is more like a drop in the ocean, without a trace.

This city is too big, and few people can find any sense of existence.Students come here to study and seek fame, and businessmen come here to open their doors to do business.No matter how big the ambitions and ambitions are, they can all be accommodated here.

There are also many dignitaries, in the southern part of the city, a flowerpot dropped on the street and hit five people, four of whom were princes with fiefdoms.Only the girls in Hualiu Lane can clearly recognize the chariots and carriages of each family.

In the dark, the forces of all parties are holding back the balance, and no one can cover the sky of the imperial capital with one hand.

On the bright side, the majestic palace is there.The person on the throne is the real big man who turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain.

Winter in Hokuriku comes very early, and the first snow has already fallen in the imperial capital.The first snow in previous years cannot be accumulated, but this snow splashed and splashed for four days and four nights.

After sweeping for several hours during the day, a thick layer was accumulated in the middle of the night.The golden glazed tiles covering the imperial palace, the gold-painted lanterns on the tall buildings in the south, the begging bowls of beggars under the overpass, and the stinky ditch in the north of the city, all of which are white and clean.

It was the eve of the crown prince's enthronement, and the snow was still falling.

Every house is closed and locked, schools are listening to lectures, and markets are closed.Even Hualiu Lane, where the dignitaries used to drink and have fun, fell silent.

The Han Fei cherry blossoms in Ninth Street and Sixteenth Lane opened, and the coldness pierced to the bone.

In the huge imperial capital, Xueluo was silent, as silent as a tomb.

The people in the capital city have been at the center of power struggles for many years, and even the woman who sells vegetables has been affected by it, and they have developed some keen intuition.

Why did the guards at the eight city gates change shifts in advance, and why there were people on the arrow tower at the top of the city.Some people even guarded the camp in the west of the city and saw the three thousand imperial emblem guards.

Just like the undercurrents of underground rivers, spider threads in corners, and more invisible things, it doesn’t mean they don’t exist.

The wind is rumbling, and the grass and trees are all soldiers.

Many pairs of eyes looked at the palace, openly and secretly.

But tonight outside the Hall of Harmony, it was abnormally deserted, there were no palace servants to sweep the snow, and no servants to light the lamps.There was only one general in full armor, holding his sword in front of the steps.

Inside the gate of the hall, the tall bronze crane lampstand, the flower reliefs on the vermilion beams and pillars, and the glazed bricks that can be seen in the light, are silently silent.

The bright candle flame fell on Duan Chongxuan's eyes.In six hours, he will ascend the throne and become the real emperor.But in his eyes, there was still a vague smile from the past.

He stayed by his father's bed, and didn't seem to care what happened tonight.

Duan Sheng'an was also laughing, both father and son were very happy.

The emperor on the sickbed recalled his life, lost his mother when he was young, and lost his wife when he was middle-aged. The only thing to be thankful for is that he didn't lose his son in old age.

His ancestors fought for many years to unify the Northland, and what they did was to fight for the world, but what he did was to make the people rich, and what he did was to secure the world.

Keeping a business is more difficult than starting a business.It's been a hard life.

But which emperor is not difficult?Even if you are a faint king with three thousand harem, you still have the difficulty of finding someone to sleep with every day.

Then he asked, "I killed your mother, after all these years, do you still blame me?"

Duan Chongxuan didn't directly answer this question, he was silent for a moment, and said,

"Father has always been a hero in my heart."

Duan Sheng'an sighed, "You are right."

He thought that a king can die on the bed of sickness, but a hero cannot.

Heroes should die on the battlefield.

He supported the bed and began to gather strength to get up, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.Duan Chongxuan wanted to help, but he stopped him by shaking his head.

The aged emperor stood up by himself, every wrinkle and gully carved on his face like a sword, stretched out.He put on his boots and cloak and walked outside the bedroom, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the empty palace.

Duan Chongxuan followed behind, feeling in a trance, as if his father could live another 500 years.

When they walked out of the hall, the cold wind was blowing and the snow was blowing heavily.A blue-winged luan with its wings covering the sky pulled the emperor's chariot through the snow and bent down on the ground.

Finally, we came to the highest terrace in the palace, which is also the tallest building in the entire imperial capital.Looking down on thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in the snowy night.

Looking to the north, there is a faint fire in the sky.You can even faintly hear the sound of killing, sword strikes and hissing.

Then, from east to west, to the south, there were also fires.

The torches in the night formed a meandering river of fire, coming towards the imperial capital.

"Tonight is the last chance for these guys. Tonight is the last fight for us. They don't have a choice, and neither do we."

Said the old emperor.

No one knows that the Northern Emperor, the sub-sage, can live for a few more months, and still have a few percent of his strength in his heyday. The surest way is to consume him to death.As for the crown prince, no one cared about it at first. When it comes to realm, cultivation and means, none of it was taken seriously by the contenders for the throne.

They stir up troubles in the court, incite the hearts of the people in the city, and cross rivers and mountains silently, changing flags and flags.Even if it is suppressed, it cannot seriously hurt the foundation.

However, the imperial edict for the Zen crown prince was drafted and announced to the world, and there was even news that Duan Chongxuan would abolish the vassal king on the day he ascended the throne.

Now, overtly and secretly, I can't wait any longer.

The situation seems to be Duan Sheng'an taking the initiative, it is his choice, but in fact only he himself knows, this is a matter of no choice.He is old, and he can't see as far as before. He doesn't know how many people in this world have different ideas.

He understands the temperament of the virtuous king, and if he puts all his eggs in one basket, he will definitely enter Beijing tonight.But who else?Who else is helping him, or wanting a piece of the action?

No matter how many people there are, for such a big event, you must go all out, and all your cards will be shown.

He wanted to remove all possible obstacles before Duan Chongxuan ascended the throne.

The river of fire came quickly, and the heavy snow could not stop it. On the carriages and chariots in the teams of all parties, there were kings of different surnames who had inherited the shadow of their ancestors, and there was also a brother of Duan Sheng'an.

Most of the people in their team looked resolute, as if they were ready to fight for the best outcome, and they were also ready to go back without their lives.

Some people in the guard camp drew their swords and slashed at their companions, blood flowed from the arrow tower at the top of the city, and even the guards on duty in the palace, there were also rebels, planning an assassination, and were burned to death by the flames spit out by Qingyi Luan.The silent imperial capital was drowned out by the sound of killing.

The earth trembled, and dust, rocks and dust flew.Ordinary people hide in the cellar, and mothers hold young children and dare not make a sound.

The siege became more and more intense, and even twelve cannons were pushed in. The defenders at the top of the city asked for help three times. Duan Sheng'an made a gesture on the terrace, and the resistance was abandoned.The huge Eight Directions City Gate opened, just like welcoming visitors from all directions.

When the vanguard team had already attacked the Tianxuan Gate of the imperial palace, all the rebels finally entered the city.

The heavy city gate closed again.

The city is like a purgatory on earth.

The torches, the ignited arrows, the roaring cannons, and the flames of Qingyiluan burning through the sky.There are fires everywhere, the snow is illuminated, hot blood is sprinkled on it, and steaming white mist rises.

The defense line of the palace, where the most powerful men began to attack intensively, fought desperately with the imperial guards.The private army of the dignitaries in the south of the city also came out, with different positions.

The virtuous king drove towards the palace wall alone. Apart from being a prince, he was also a Mahayana consummate practitioner, who was closest to the existence of the sub-sage.

The carriage directly broke a big hole in the palace wall.Hundreds of rebels poured into the palace.

Duan Sheng'an frowned, then he took out the dagger and cut his palm, blood dripped down the high platform and seeped into the snow.

For a moment, Duan Chongxuan could only hear the sound of blood falling.

Countless palaces and halls lit up one after another, and the golden light shot straight into the sky.From the glazed tiles, from the white jade steps, from the garden corridor, from the dry well in the side palace, through each palace gate, and finally converge in the main hall.

Duan Chongxuan knew that the throne in the main hall was the pivot, and it was also where the drop of blood really fell.

He called out 'Daddy'.

Duan Sheng'an's face turned pale, his old voice trembled slightly in the wind and snow,

"The road leading to the throne is a road paved with blood. The blood of the enemy, the blood of relatives, and your own blood."