The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

There are many ways for a cultivator to travel. Yasheng and above can ride the imperial wind for a thousand miles a day, or have the means to break through the space.

And as long as you enter the threshold of cultivation, you can also consume your own true element to increase the speed, or urge the magic weapon, or control the strange beast.

It's just that in today's world, after going through the'era of the last law', travel instruments are already rare, and strange animals are even rarer.Because the living conditions of alien beasts are harsh, not only the topography of the heaven and earth complement each other, but also the master who is truly recognized by them.

It is said that His Majesty the Emperor of Hokuriku, one of the six Asian saints, raised four blue-winged luan to pull the emperor.It consumes 800,000 spar and 60,000 catties of tourmaline and Zhu Guo every year.

There are only a handful of people who can achieve this level.

With the current practice of the three Yin Biyue, if they urge the true Yuan to the extreme, they can also travel thousands of miles a day.

But in Duan Chongxuan's words, "It's a rare trip down the mountain, with enough time, why bother to hurry? The master's meaning is to let us go more."

Yin Biyue has no opinion because he wants to know more about this world.Even if there are countless classics in the memory, how can one truly walk through and feel the truth?

Luo Mingchuan nodded when he saw him.

Out of the boundary of Cangya Mountain, cross Jincheng and Yangcheng, turn over Longling, take the fourth official road of Xilu, head south, take the boat out of the western mainland, and cross the floating sea.Eventually in Yecheng in the southern continent, they joined forces with Cangya Mountain and went to Chongming Mountain for the meeting.

This is the route they set.To be precise, it was Liu Liushuang's decision.

This road will not be smooth and smooth, nor will it have to cross the "Shiwan Mountain" and other dangerous places. It is a route that Liu Lishuang has repeatedly considered and finalized, and it is suitable for the difficulty.

In the busy city of Jincheng, they went to the teahouse to hear books and listened to the full-blown teacups who shattered the smallpox.

In Yangcheng, he changed his robe and put on ordinary clothes. The white horse lifted the whip down the embankment, like three young sons studying away from home.

What surprises Yin Biyue is that along the way, he talked with Luo Mingchuan.Because he didn't like talking, the two had the most communication.

Courtesy is complete, Yan Yan is smiling, quite a taste of gentleman.

I wonder if Luo Mingchuan was Duan Chongxuan's best friend, not someone who was deliberately targeted at Xihuafeng.

Yin Biyue thought, this should be convinced by the protagonist aura.

... Until the day before they entered Panlongling, Duan Chongxuan decided to change clothes.

Yin Biyue was also uncomfortable because her hair color was always onlookers. After thinking about it, she added an ink cape with a hood.

He is now very satisfied with his image. He put on a hood and only exposed the thinned jaw, and the gloomy plus 10 points!

But when Duan Chongxuan came out of the inn, he felt like he was going to be blind.

This tyrant suit, which is obviously unavailable in the entire Yangcheng city, comes with its own cliff.

He wore a right embroidered robe with a golden thread embroidered flying luan, wearing a purple gold scented bead crown, a white jade gilt dragon belt on the waist, and a coral buckle with filigree enamel inlay.

The pearlescent person's shining person couldn't open his eyes, from afar it looked like a...

Mobile little gold man!!!

If the previous dress was expensive, then now it is the kind of dumb man who is rich overnight, the kind of silly money.

Yin Biyue guessed that Duan Huao might have been stimulated.

But the chatter laughed happily, and he didn't know what to say.

When Luo Mingchuan came out, he was slightly startled, and apparently also flashed by this dress.

Immediately cough, don't overdo it, "Go."

Yin Biyue seemed to see the words "Can't bear to look directly" on his face.

The shade is rich, covering the sky.The cool wind in the mountains is full of grass and soil.

The three of them walked on the rugged and winding path for a long time without words.The sun shadow gradually became westward.

Yin Biyue was thinking, although Panlongling had never heard of any fierce beasts, is it really okay to have a standing flag suit that is reflective for ten miles away?

What do you want?

Yin Biyue moved slightly, and stopped.

Luo Mingchuan also stopped at the same place.

After five breaths, Lin Zhong's rustling voice sounded closer and closer.

The comer was not good, he was very hostile, and did not mean to hide the trace.

Accompanied by a loud drink, "Stop it!!" There were more than ten heroes jumping out of the jungle.

The head of the scar is eight feet tall, and he has a heavy axe in his hand. "Where did it come from? Understand the rules! Today you have to pass through the door of the house, no matter the silver, the spirit stone, all stay. !"

The follower echoed in a loud voice, "Leave your life without it!"

Then there was a burst of laughter.

Yin Shanyue began to speak from the beginning of the bandit leader, and Yin Biyue followed the silent line.

Word is not bad.

What a familiar scene!

Once upon a time, he used to hold iron bars before, ah no, the iron bars couldn't turn him.

He just followed the iron rod in his hand, wearing ripped jeans, bangs over the face of the young boy who killed Matt, and heard the lead saying, "Do you want a little girl with my brother?" He silently cooperated with a grin, and then heard 'Stop!'', was kicked off by the protagonist in the call of the leading'brothers'.

Thinking of this, Yin Biyue was somewhat disgusted.

Because this group of people is obviously not very professional, look at the back one, and their expressions are not in place!Obviously absent-minded!

Bad review!

Perhaps it was because following the protagonist, the script changed, Yin Bi counted to three, and did not hear the familiar stop.

He heard a chuckle around him.

It was a paragraph of laughter.

It's no wonder that the talk will laugh, the three of them who are going to attend the foldout, the apprentices of Cangya and the disciples of Jiansheng, actually... encountered robbery!

This incident spread enough to laugh the whole practice world for a year.

Yin Biyue looked at the dress of the three of them, just like the two entourages accompanying the rich family dude.

This can't be blamed for the robbery of the robbery team.

Luo Mingchuan's expression was calm, not sullen or angry, and he seemed to intend to be reasonable.

Without waiting for him to speak, Duan Chongxuan shook his fan calmly, "Do you know who is standing next to me?"

The robbery team was stunned.

Duan Chongxuan went straight to the station behind Luomingchuan,

"This one beside me is a great disciple of Cangya Mountain, the next leader of Cangya Mountain, Brother Luo Mingchuan Luo!" Then his nostrils turned upside down, his expression was extremely contemptuous,

"You don't knelt down to call your father!"

The captain exploded immediately, "Wow! What a great disciple, is he the emperor of Hokuriku!"

Duan Chongxuan's expression became strange and calm, "No, you are not."

The robbery gang has rushed up.

But before they reached ten steps in front of the three, they flew high and rammed out.The head injury was particularly serious, and he broke two large trees before landing.

The invisible barrier of true elements bounced people out.

Luo Mingchuan's figure remained unchanged.

The robbery squad fell to the ground and moaned and vomited blood.How can years of looting experience fail?How could the optimistic fat sheep become iron plate.

The leader of this group has already passed the piling, and it is considered to have entered the threshold of cultivation. There are a few people who are also practicing Qi, but they have no further potential.Such a bandit gang is in Panlong Ridge, which is more than enough to deal with caravans or rushers who can't afford to guard.Panlongling is lacking in aura, and it has no natural resources, and practitioners rarely come.

There is no doubt that they are all attracted by the moving little gold man.

The robbery squad didn't arrive for ten seconds from lifting his feet to lying down. Luo Mingchuan turned back and said, "Go."

The three of them walked forward through the faint cry and forgiveness.

They encountered similar squads at a frequency of ten miles. Even at dusk, there were still torches.

So the above scenario is repeated.

Yin Biyue seemed to understand the way of talking.

But if it is just to add trouble to Luo Mingchuan, this means is too low-level.

So what are you talking about?

Wouldn't it be to clear the mountain bandits and walk the sky?

After nightfall, it is finally clean.

The cold moonlight sprinkled down through the dense tree shadows, and the night breeze in the spring season also added chill.

The three found a secluded cave, and Duan Chongxuan lit a burning symbol, burning the cobwebs and dead weeds.Take out a bead and insert it into the stone wall of the cave. The soft halo flowed out instantly.

Luo Mingchuan and Yin Biyue prepared to meditate.

Duan Chongxuan took out a large bed of carved sandalwood sandalwood sandals and asked,

"Brother Sis, I have a bed, do you either?"

Yin Biyue thought that he had adapted to his quirky style of painting, but he still couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth.

"No need."

Talking quite regretfully, "Oh," went to bed and went to bed.

Moon Shadow looks west, obliquely shining into the cave, and intersperses with Zhuozhu's glory.

In the quiet night, only insects and wind rustling through the forest.

The cave is small, and Yin Biyue meditating is only three feet away from Luo Mingchuan.

In spiritual practice, this is a taboo distance.

If it is a stranger, within three feet represents rudeness.

If it's an enemy, three feet close means danger.

Yin Biyue felt a little uncomfortable.

He didn't know whether it was the residual reaction of the body, or the precaution in his heart.

After condensing the divine realm, the five senses of the cultivator are particularly keen, even if you don’t have to deliberately, you can feel the breath of the people around you, even the cool night... temperature.

As time goes by and the night fades, this feeling is magnified.

He didn't know if Luo Mingchuan, who had always been courteous, was as uncomfortable as he was at this time.Still immersed in tuna meditation, and even gradually getting into the best, intending to take out the spirit stone and start practicing.After all, it is spiritual practice, and it always carries spiritual stones.

On the contrary, Luo Mingchuan is recalling.

He felt this kind of feeling very familiar, like returning to the night book building of Lanyuan Academy, a cold and silent young man sitting in front of the case reading a book, the yellowish halo of blue light falling on his side face, it was inexplicable to give some points Gentle illusion.

And yourself?

I sometimes sat on the table next to him, lighting the lamp, and thick books on the table.

Tired of reading, just look at him.

Even though the eyebrows are still childish, the teenagers still look good, and a few more looks seem to relieve the fatigue.Reading books is also very focused, never found his own small movements.

The night book building is connected to the collection hall by an air corridor. Some books are not allowed to be taken out and need to be read overnight. The students will come here.

Luo Mingchuan does not come often, but it seems that every time he comes to see the teenager, he sits in the fixed position under the west window.

Sometimes I can't help but laugh, "Senior brother, you are still so young, and often stay up late will not grow tall."

I thought about this countless times in my heart and never said it.

Because he remembered that the teenager seemed to dislike others saying he was young.

The students who came to study at night were tired late at night, and often whispered a few words with the neighboring table, both to refresh and sometimes to make friends.

But he and the teenager sat at the neighboring table countless times without saying a word.

Because the teenager never showed a tired look, let alone speak.

He would not bother to bother.

Until one time, the teenager looked at the green light and frowned slightly.

The academy advocates simplicity, and there is no kerosene oil copper lamp.And the green light has been on for a long time, the wick bifurcated, and the light dimmed.

Luo Mingchuan glanced and couldn't help laughing, and asked in a low voice, "This younger brother, but forgot to bring the lamp and cut it?"

The teenager turned his face, his black and white eyes reflected the warm yellow candlelight, and the cold pride of the day faded away, "Yes."

Luo Mingchuan got up and cut the candle for him, leaned over slightly, and his hair fell.As soon as I could see the shadow over the eyelashes of the teenager, the shadow of the two fell on the west window, as if melting together.

After a while, the table case was as bright as before.He also returned to the polite distance.

The teenager nodded, "Thank you."

"Teacher is polite." He put down the lamp snippet and reported himself,

"Luomingchuan, Qiongzhou, Donglu."

"Zhonglu Ying'an City is Yin Biyue."

This is the first sentence between them after one year of enrollment.It is also one of the few words in the college for three years.

In the night book building where light and shadow are intertwined, the old, thick and thick dossier is silent, and the old mottled green lantern explodes.

Time stopped at that moment.

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Yin Biyue felt that Luo Mingchuan should also be extremely uncomfortable.Because his breath is unstable.

Fortunately, at three o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly bright, and Yin Biyue stepped out of the cave with his sword.

The morning wind blew his face, blowing away the night's unrest.

Daybreak is approaching, and it is a good time to practice a sword a day.