The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

Yin Biyue tried his best to restrain himself so as not to change his face.

He bowed his head politely, making him teach.

The thought of electricity turned to sink like water.Because the slightest change will certainly not hide the eyes of the husband.

'He', naturally refers to Luo Mingchuan.

Was he originally murdered by Mr. Zhang Yuan?

Why did Mr. Luo Mingchuan kill?Didn't Luo Mingchuan also study in the college?

What's more, with Mr.'s realm status, there are one hundred ways to kill Luo Mingchuan, why should he fake his own hands?

Can a Yasheng plan in secret, the ultimate goal is only Luo Mingchuan?!Or... Cangya Mountain?

However, the academy has been neutral for many years and has a strong relationship with Cangya.It is said that Juggernaut and Mr. are best friends.

Or is there anything special about Luo Mingchuan?

When was this command issued?When you go to the school or when you go under the sword hall?Does the Juggernaut know?

He felt that he was involved in a treacherous situation.

It's just a trivial pawn in the hands of the big players.

If someone else encounters this situation, they must not panic all day long.

But Yin Bi got back to his mind and his head was full of:

What about the ultimate *oss?!

Why is it still online?!!There is such a big mountain in the villain camp!Where to put my face?!!

Sure enough, improving the strength is king!!!

"Forget about this matter for a while, and you don't have to worry about it in the future." Mr. pointed to the wicker chair next to him, "Come and sit."

What this means is don't think about killing Luo Mingchuan first.

Yin Biyue did not refuse, and sat down silently.

This memory in my brain is blank.But now it seems that the relationship with the husband in the past is fairly peaceful.

Mr. also sat down on the wicker chair next to it.In front of the stone case, a few locust flowers were placed, and a half-old black glaze tea set was placed.

"You just happened to be catching up with me to watch the stars."

Yin Biyue thought, he came early in the morning, and then entered the strange mysterious realm, waking up is sunset.If the light is dark today, you can see the stars appearing in the tea time.

Sure enough, everything is in the hands of the gentleman.

Fried water wake-up device, finely crushed tea cakes, flushed water into the cup, tea skewer loops, white soup flowers appeared on the wall of the cup, and the black glaze color on the tea set reflected, not abrupt, but gave birth to a sense of harmony.

The gentleman's movements are as chic as the flow of water, but methodical and accurate.

Yin Bi thought more and more, probably this is'doing what you want.

He took it seriously, thinking amusedly in his heart, and he didn't know the treatment of making tea by himself in this palm courtyard. How many people in the world would not dare to think about it.Let yourself be flat.Is this a benefit for big business?

The two sat under the tree, relatively speechless, boiled water and cooked tea.

Unconsciously, his floating mind calmed down.

It didn't seem to be as guarded against the sir as he had guessed.

As if sitting here, all the speculations and anxieties before have gradually dispersed.

Since coming to this side of the world, the nerves that have been highly tense finally relax in the tea fragrance of .

He picked up the teacup and twirled it, the stars shimmering in the cup.

Mr. took a drink, narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and looked up into the sky.

The thick clouds cover the moon, but the stars become more brilliant.

His eyes seemed to have a smile, "Actually, the stars are not as slow as what we see in the eyes, some of them are also very fast."

Yin Bi was more surprised and looked up.Can only see the stars in the sky of silence.

He knew that the starry sky the husband saw would be different from what he saw.

He couldn't imagine the world in Ya Sheng's eyes, just like the mayfly did not know the size of the world, Xia Chong could not speak.

In his previous experience, he has never had the experience of "seeing the star trails of the universe in hundreds of millions of miles".

The husband looked at it with relish and leaned on the wicker chair in a comfortable position.

Yin Biyue's cognition was soon broken again.

He said with a sigh, "Kang Long" and "Wing Snake" were separated by three Ganges last year, and now they should be on the same track."

'Kang Long' and'Wing Snake' are the names of stars in the sky.

Ganges sand is the counting unit in the Buddhist temple, about ten fifty-two.

Then the squint narrowed his eyes and muttered in his mouth, Yin Bi's voice didn't really sound, but just roughly grabbed the pile of poles, ``very'' that he's several very large counting units.

Mr. Suddenly lifted his finger and crossed the air, as if connecting the two dots together.

This turned out to be the sage's fortune.

It's not really'seeing', it's not a mysterious and profound mysterious induction, but a real calculation.

With the vast accumulation of knowledge, special calculation methods, terrible counting ability, and a long period of calculation experience, the result is calculated.

Yin Biyue was shocked.

Stargazing and fate, what is it that the husband wants to see?

At this time, the people around him put down the teacups and smiled at him, "You should go out of the world, it is best to go south."

A pot of tea came to an end.

The night breeze started, and the remaining sweet tea smelled with locust blossoms floated in the night.

Thick clouds blew across the sky, and a ray of silvery light shed through the earth from the distant nine days.

Haoyue broke out.

At the same time, the magnificent stars that were just brilliant dimmed instantly.

There are even a few small ones, and Yin Biyue is no longer real.

Moonrise star dark.

The smile of Mr. was also hidden in the subtle folds of the eyes.

He began to pack up the tea set.

Yin Biyue knew that the stargazing tonight was here.

So he stood up and brushed off the fine locust blossoms.With his hands as a punch, he did the discipleship as he did when he came.Is to say goodbye.

Mr. leaned on the wicker chair and nodded.

Yin Biyue drew out the invitation from the sleeve.The figure was like water lines, and it disappeared in the courtyard.

Then there was only one person left in the courtyard.

Even with the bright and unmatched Yuehua as a companion, it seemed a bit lonely.

The Confucian scholars in Eguan Bo looked dull and unclear, looking at the lonely night and muttering,

"In fact, the moon is also a star."

There seems to be a sigh echoing in Wan Laiju's academy.

It's just that this star is too bright, and no one dares to compete with it.

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Yin Bi fell in Xi Huafeng's own courtyard.It was still the same location that I left in the early morning.

The invitation in his hand turned into debris and dust, obliterated in the night.

He regretted that this'Day Trip to School Pass' is really a one-time pass. Originally, he thought that there was a magic weapon that could walk through the school and Cangya at will.

I don't know when I will reach that level.A random seal is a magic weapon that allows people to break through thousands of miles of space.

At this time, Yin Bi didn't realize that, after the epiphany in the school this day, he had considered the question of'when will he be able to reach the Yasheng Realm' instead of questioning whether he could reach the Yasheng Realm.

Of the 100 cultivators who are condensed in the spirit realm, perhaps forty will think of how to enter the "break barrier", twenty will think of when to enter the "Theravada", and five will think of what the "Mahayana" state looks like.But almost no one will speculate on the saint's cultivation.

Yin Biyue never thought about this.Now he just thought that diligent cultivation is enough.

No need to ask, no need to wait.

This is subconscious self-confidence.

Will not waste time with self-doubt, and will to kill the will with repeated speculation.

He held the hilt in his right hand and looked up.

It seems that without the cover of the tall buildings and broad buildings in Yunyang City, the moonlight of Cangya Mountain is more clear.

I could hear the leaves rustling in the forest and the waves of Songtao vaguely.

In the school during the day, the sword is still in the sheath, but the sharp sword intention is sprayed out of thin means, and he can no longer use it.

That's what you want, but it's hard to come by.

It gave him great inspiration.

He stood in the yard all night.At dawn, the whole body was soaked in the moisture of the morning dew.His eyes became brighter and brighter.

He thought that he had found a way to use a sword.