"Master, when are we going to leave?"
"Tomorrow, the old man will go back to sleep first."
With the cultivation of saints, sleep is no longer necessary.But Wei Jingfeng likes to sleep.
"Leave." He turned to Hu Junyu and walked to the courtyard of his apprentice.
Rising early in the month.The night breeze of late autumn also added Xiao Suo's chill, and the waves of Lin Haijian burst into waves.
From the perspective of Yin Biyue, under the half-dark sky, their backs were almost side by side.
But he knew that the master brother always lags behind Master.This is an insurmountable respect.
He suddenly felt that as the first apprentice of Master, the meaning was different.If anyone in this world can really understand the saints, it must also be a master.
On the second day, Luo Mingchuan gave lectures in Falun.It is all about the introductory knowledge of spiritual practice, such as washing the essence of the scriptures, the running path of the true element running in the spiritual vein, how to choose the exercises, how to absorb the aura.
These are for young disciples who have just entered Cangya, but many people come to listen.There are various realms.
On the fact that Fatang is a primary school on Cangya Mountain, Luo Mingchuan, as a disciple of the sect, has often come here to give some basic knowledge.
Here is close to the Deacon Hall, and there is endless flow of traffic, which is one of the most lively places in Cangya Mountain.
Yin Biyue stood at the door of Yanfa Hall. From time to time, some disciples stopped and nodded to him, and those with lower ranks would also salute.He went down the mountain this time and got along with people a lot. He could cope with such a scene without embarrassment.
When not much time came, Luo Mingchuan came out of class and came out surrounded by a group of disciples.
He didn't expect Yin Biyue to wait outside, and he came forward slightly, his mouth curling up unconsciously.
"Brother..."
The people around soon dispersed, and Luo Mingchuan's side was instantly empty.
The disciples passing by did not move around quietly, leaving room for them.
"Have you waited a long time?"
Yin Bi shook his head, "No."
None of them mentioned yesterday's dispute again.
"Master today will take me out to work... I don't know when I will be back."
Luo Mingchuan smiled slightly, but then sincerely congratulated Yin Bi for crossing the road, "Jian Sheng's teaching is rare. When the younger brother comes back, he will surely go further."
Yin Bi nodded.
For some reason, he explained again, "I think it should be soon."
Luo Mingchuan laughed,
"Come on, I will send my brother back."
There was no words all the way, only the crunch of the cloud boots stepping on the thick fallen leaves.
The two stopped under the inaccessible Xi Huafeng.Biyuntian, yellow leaves, autumn high air.
Yin Biyue felt that she had already thought it through clearly, "Brother, the matter of exercises, will you decide when I come back?"
Luo Mingchuan did not answer.
He didn't know how to explain to the innocent looking brother.
"Maybe I am not mature enough, but this time I went out with Master, and certainly grew a lot. When I come back, we will find a way together... Or as the brother said, wait for me to crown?"
Yin Biyue believes that this is the best time for his expressive ability. If Brother still refuses to agree, then there is really no way.Thinking of this, he unconsciously brought a little pleading.
In the eyes of Luo Mingchuan, the younger brother's cool expression came to life, his eyes were like autumn and water, like the fluffy kitten in the school, which looked pitiful.
When he was startled, he couldn't care about anything at this moment, and he agreed to open his mouth, "Okay, listen to you."
Yin Bi was more relieved and smiled deeper.
Jiansheng came down from Xi Huafeng and was seeing this scene with a soft grunt.Waved to the people behind, "Don't give it away, come back."
Jun Yu stopped at the same place, but did not go back.
Luo Mingchuan salutes the sword saint.
Wei Jingfeng was always impatient with these hypocrisy, but this time it was quite useful.Even some funny thinking, whether you are a true fairy or a deity, you have to salute the old man, this saint is worth it.
Yin Biyue thought that he hadn't spoken much to his brother this time.He walked in front of Jun Yu, opened his mouth, and finally annoyed the nonsense, "Congratulations to the master, Dao Jingdao."
Jun Yu thought for a while, "Brother Shi also made a lot of progress."
His expression remained cold and his words seemed rigid.
But Yin Biyue knew that the elder brother had worked very hard.
He bowed to salute to bid farewell.Jun Yu helped him up.Both of them are not good at speaking, but they have a sense of closeness among their peers and will never be rusty.
"Leave, fourth son."
He looked back at last and saw Luo Mingchuan standing in the autumn morning light.The brows are smiling, light and gentle, like warm jade.
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Yin Biyue thought that Master was riding the imperial wind and crossing the continent in a day. No matter what he did, it would certainly be very fast.
But in fact, they are shopping now.
In the city of Lueyang, twenty miles away from the bottom of the Cangya Mountain, they passed through the crowd of people in the city.
There was only a rain yesterday, and the green bricks were still dry, with golden sycamore leaves floating.
The wine on the high building was light, and the strong fragrance of the spirits spilled out, mixed with the hot heat of the roadside goat soup, which was enough to warm the cold of late autumn.
Many pedestrians copied their hands in thin jackets, and even the most beautiful young girls changed their summer skirts to thick cotton cloths.
Juggernaut added a warm cloak very well, and said,
"Yellow leaves are still windy and rainy, and the blue house is orchestral."
Qiu Fengli is a short sword, with fine workmanship, decorated with pearls, and fits around his waist like a gorgeous ornament.
And he himself is like a young son who walks away.
Yin Biyue suddenly seemed to understand why there are only so many people who have seen the saints in the world.
Because people must not think that the saint would be like this.
After reading the poem, the sword saint said to himself, "I remember that there is a braised beef brisket in Luoyang City... Well, that girl in Chunxiu Building, the little girl sings better..." He turned and asked his apprentice,
"Fourth, have you ever visited Hualou?"
Yin Bi became more shocked, and almost choked to death by his saliva.
"Cough cough, no no..."
This must not be what he thought!
Just like in Yecheng, he misinformed himself and invited himself to visit Hualou.
Master is so unpredictable, how can he say such a thing...
"Go, Master takes you to the Flower House!"
The Juggernaut waved his hand and dragged the stunned apprentice into the back alley of the street.
Heaven is up!This time I really didn't think too much.
Passing through the alley of wine and flowers, Yixiang Yingying came and went.Yin Biyue was somewhat stunned, and did not recover until he stepped on the threshold.
The lanterns were not lit during the day in the Chunxiu Tower, and the light was dim.The brazier in the lobby was booming and crackling.Sitting at two or three tables scatteredly, the guests drank and chatted aloud in the Luyang dialect.
The proprietress of the milfs leaned against the counter, dipped her nails in the liquid of impatiens, and casually glanced at the guests.
If it weren't for the practitioner's keen sense of smell, and he could smell the faint fragrance and floral fragrance in the air, Yin Biyue felt that Master had gone wrong.
This is so different from the Hua Lou he imagined.qaq
Say good uncle come to play.qaq
Do they have to drink and sit here at night, waiting for some special night activities, such as the little girl's song?
Not waiting for Yin Bi to think more, Juggernaut had taken him to the counter and put a piece of silver, "Boss, do you have "Fu Sheng Huan"?"
Yin Biyue was surprised to find that his master would have a slightly accent!
The proprietress weighed the silver and took out a jar of wine from the cabinet.
With a clatter, it fell heavily on the platform, dust flying.
The two found a corner by the window and sat down.
The sword saint neatly opened the wine altar, and the clear fragrance overflowed.
Yin Biyue filled the two people with wine bowls while looking out in the eyes of Master.
From time to time outside the window, girls from various flower houses walked with their skirts, their sleeves slender and their waists swayed, the gold hairpin swayed, and the alley was full of spring.
And not far from them, the guests at those tables didn't know what to talk about and laughed at the table.
Juggernaut took a sip of wine and sighed in satisfaction.
Asked like a gossip, "What sword have you practiced recently?"
Yin Bi's cautious answering first, "The earliest practice of Cangya Swordsmanship was the earliest practice. After cutting the practise, the 49 styles of cold water swords were practiced, and the blue sky and white swords also learned one or two points..."
Later, it was discovered that Master really asked casually.
The sword saint sighed, "Um... blue sky and white day, old man's sword, good sword..."
No more.
"What is your favorite tea?"
"Junshan Yunwu Tea."
"The old man likes that too, but unfortunately there are not many good teas in recent years..."
Yin Biyue suddenly felt quiet.
From Jinxing Temple to the guardian waking up, his spirit has always been very tight.Uneasy, so nervous.
But at this moment, there are no conspiracies and puzzles, no sense of oppression like a sword hanging from the top, and no pressure to practice for a while.
It's like sitting under the locust tree in the college and drinking tea with the palm yard.
Now with Master in the Hualou restaurant, there is a lot of hustle and bustle.The heart is as quiet as then.
Drink fine wine and watch the girl.
I don’t know why this wastes my life, and I do it with Master, it seems that there is no sense of joy.
The wine jar was half empty, Wei Jingfeng no longer poured wine, and Yin Biyue also dropped the bowl with him.
At this time, the authentic Luoyang dialect sounded in the lobby,
"The boss, is there anything else in'Fu Sheng Huan'?"
"Last altar, sold that table."
Yin Biyue heard the sound and looked up, facing the knifeman who turned back in front of the counter.
Both sides were stunned.
Where do you not meet in life, three brothers!Why every time I meet you, you are either drinking or buying wine!
Yan Xing first saw the person at the same table as Yin Biyue, and he doubted that he was drunk, "Master...Master..."
Juggernaut wondered where to find an empty wine bowl and waved at him, "Come here."
Yan Xing ran forward and smirked, "Master left for me? Master is really good to me..."
"I heard that Master is back, and I'm still heading for Cangya..."
This wine is like a dad, once again refreshing Yin Biyue's image of Wei An who interrupted the water knife Yanxing.
No, Brother Three, you did not rush, you also came to Hualou to buy wine.We saw it with our own eyes.
Yin Biyue turned to think for a total of six people in Xihuafeng, and now half of them are drinking Huajiu.What's this called?
But Yan Xing was very happy, and ran to order a plate of marinated beef and vinegar soaked peanuts to drink. While chatting with the charming boss lady, "Mrs. Luohua, why don't you sing a paragraph today?"
Yin Biyue came to the spirit, looking around where the girl came.
I saw the boss lady's lazy answer, "I'm guilty of dryness today, and my throat hurts and I can't sing."
Yin Biyue was speechless again.
Jian Sheng snorted, as if lamenting that he was too naive.
Whom do I reason about?qaq