The Villain’s White Lotus Halo

The night is dark.The jumping yellow candlelight fell on the woman's beautiful face, illuminating her slightly frowning eyebrows and the sadness under her eyes.

He Yanyun panicked.She couldn't calm down or cultivate.

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

He Yanyun looked back and smiled, "It's okay, maybe it's too tiring during the day."

Ruan Xiaolian knew she must have something in her heart.But she did not want to say that she would not ask more.

Just laughed, "Today the moon is very round, let's go out and go."

The two girls walked into the courtyard and jumped lightly to the roof.

The whole town was empty. Cangya disciples repaired a few abandoned houses and stayed for one night to recuperate.Leaving here tomorrow morning, go to the next village to see if there are remnants of Moxiu still in Xilu.

In a fierce battle during the day, no one expected that there would be more than forty demons in this humble town.

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

Under the cold moonlight, it is the ruins of the black tower in the tower not far away.As if that battle was still in sight.

He Yanyun remembered the day.

Her spiritual talents are outstanding among Cangya disciples, otherwise they will not be accepted by Zheng Yangzi.Although it is far from being a genius, it also has a unique talent.

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

Only she heard what Moxiu was dying.

In the past, Brother Luo had been injured because of the rescue, and the resilience was almost incredible. Only she noticed.

Intuition tells her that these are big things, so he and Ruan Xiaolian did not say anything.

The Xingshan Temple shocked the practitioners, but because of the participation of the sword saint, the city did not dare to talk too much.

What shocked He Yanyun was that Brother Luo came back this time. After the injury, he repaired by leaps and bounds.It is clear that Senior Brother is a Hinayana, but sometimes she can feel the majesty of Mahayana, even more so than Master's majesty.Once or twice, it can be said to be an illusion.But yesterday, this feeling couldn't be clearer.

Ruan Xiaolian said, "The pile of cigarettes wrote last time and said that he tried the new method of glutinous rice chicken, but when the fire was made, the recipe was not pinched, and the kitchen was fried.

He Yanyun laughed, "Why don't you tell me this early?"

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

He Yanyun immediately found a jade slip and began to write.

Ruan Xiaolian knew that the two of them would be able to fight against each other for a long time, but fortunately He Yanyun was happy.

"She blew up the kitchen, and then?"

"Then she was trained hard by her mother."

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

"I can't say anything later..."

He Yanyun jumped up and poked her belly, "Say what you say."

Ruan Xiaolian reached out to stop it and couldn't flash back, "Don't stop, then her brother Chen Yi passed by and dragged her out of the kitchen ruins..."

"Hahahahaha, the first beautiful woman with a disgraced face was rescued from the stove by the first love, I can laugh for a year!"

"This is your forced confession!"

"Fear of something, she knew what she told you, you will tell me!"

Ruan Xiaolian thought about it, "Yes."

Later, Qu Duiyan also asked her why He Yanyun had not yet written back.

He Yanyun wrote the jade jade, and she was in a good mood, and she was full of energy.

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

"Brother Luo..."

Her voice was weak, and it was almost unscented in the autumn wind, but Luo Mingchuan heard it.

Then he smiled back, "Lawton has to hurry up tomorrow, and my sister and sister will rest earlier."

"Brother, have you...really?"

This sentence was a bit inexplicable, and even He Yanyun didn't know what he was asking, and was annoyed for a while.

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

His eyes were calm and his voice was gentle, but he had a determined strength.

At this moment, He Yanyun suddenly felt that the worries of the past few days had no meaning.

Brother is still her brother.

She respects and worships, and has regarded her brother as a brother for many years.

that's enough.She believed in Senior Brother.

So are other things important?

Of course it is important, but there are big things to worry about.

She was more willing to worry about Brother’s life-long event, so she smiled a little more in her smile, "When will Brother Yin return?"

Luo Mingchuan was stunned.He was always open, and never thought that when someone was brought up by Brother Yin, there would be strange surprises in his heart.

He looked at the far moon, "I don't know, but it's never too late..."

Brother Shi said that he would be back soon.

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Jian Sheng and Yin Biyue walked on the wasteland.

When the field of vision is unobstructed, the moon looks extraordinarily large.

The cold silver glow shone on the sword, leaning against the lake, the sword was as clean as water, and it was bloodless.

Yin Biyue held the sword along the way and never returned to the sheath.

He didn't kill any more, but he played a lot.Each time, he was attacked by a sneak attack, and the opponent fled as far as he could.Every day between life and death.

In the evening, Juggernaut slept on a tree with yellow foliage, and Yin Biyue meditated under the tree.

The sky is high and the ground is wide, and the night wind is roaring.

He sometimes thinks that Master is from Donglu. When he was young, he went from Donglu to Cangya. Perhaps he also walked through this wilderness.So much later that he paid special attention to sleep quality.

The mentor and apprentice will also chat.The sword saint spoke very directly, and Yin Biyue wanted to ask questions, and became direct, even if some answers were incomprehensible.

"What kind of sword is leaning against the lake?"

"A great soldier."

"Why me?"

"It's not that I gave it to you, that it chose you."

"Master, why did you leave Donglu?"

"When I was young, the village was gone... Li Tugen said he wanted to go outside and see."

"How did you come out?"

"Li Tugen will count, and the enemies that can count can be avoided."

"Not counted?"

"Not counting, we killed him together."

"Legends, Master and Mr., have teamed up to kill the Mahayana strongmen after breaking the barrier. Is it true?"

The Juggernaut responded casually, "Well... yeah."

Although rumors, the truth is often more terrible than rumors.

"Tian Luo Jiu was transferred to the end, can he really be immortal?"

This is what Mr. Zhang Yuan told him. Yin Biyue felt it was too much.Then I thought about it again, is it that I have gone through a long career of villains, and I am still immortal?

Juggernaut replied, "Whether it is right or not, this kind of retrograde is too boring."

Not meaningless, but boring.

"Master, do you not pursue longevity?"

There are tens of millions of practitioners in the world, but the goal is nothing but powerful power, transcendent status, and long life.

"I first practiced it because I liked it. The practice of the sword itself was very interesting. And then it was for the ease of living. As for the longevity? The old man did not think about it...it was too boring to care about so much, the road was buried and the ditch was dead. Buried, the wild dog ate and the coffin..."

Clearly speaking about life and death, the sword saint's voice fell asleep.

Yin Bi leaned against the big tree.The moonlight shook the mottled tree shadow and fell on his face.

Without death, where is the meaning of life?He had not thought about this problem.Master is so detached, so high, he may never reach it.

But he remembered Master’s words, he was the first Yin Biyue and didn’t have to be the second Wei Jingfeng.

He has his own way to go.

The reckless wilderness also has a day to go out.Yin Biyue and Master came to the first town where humans lived intensively since they entered the East Land.

In the autumn day of Xiao Suo, the gray flag of the city head was even more desolate.Where chaos is divided, different flags represent asylum of different forces.

There are no more than three-storey buildings in the city, and the masonry structure is more than the wooden tenon.The long street is a flattened dirt road, and it is empty in the daytime.Every household closed the door and locked, and occasionally a few figures walked by, all in a hurry, with their swords tied around their waists.

In the east land, in addition to the boundless snowy sea, there are rumors that the luxury is not like a golden palace, and towns of this scale are scattered.People live here, there is no security, only three points better than the crisis-ridden wilderness.

The sword saint took Yin Biyue into the only two-storey restaurant in the city. The stairs squeaked overwhelmed, and the dust fell.

He talked to the shopkeeper in tongues, and Yin Biyue could only guess something.After talking, I shot two spirit stones on the table.

Donglu does not use copper and silver, nor does it have a trading company to exchange silver tickets. From the black market to the tavern, the only thing in circulation is the spirit stone.

Not long afterwards, the sloppy buddies got a pot of wine.

"There are no dishes to eat here, but the wine is good. Only the water of the Minchuan River can make such a strong burning knife. Come, try."

Yin Bi took a sip of Yueduan Bowl, the entrance was extremely spicy, like a sharp blade piercing the intestine, he choked repeatedly.

The Juggernaut laughed and swallowed his head.

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

This cloak is very strict. After Yin Biyue put it on, she felt like a demon.But I have to admit that the white robe walking on the east land is really eye-catching.

Juggernaut obviously didn't think so much, "Black is dirty."

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

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

When the Juggernaut bought the ship, the sky suddenly dimmed, the dust was flying, and the drizzle began to drizzle.

Seeing them as two young sons, the boatman kindly persuaded, "This weather, the water on the river is fierce."

Jian Sheng smiled and paid him two more spirit stones.It is not easy to get a good word in troubled times.

Walking to the middle of the river, the bean-sized raindrops crackled down, and the boat wavered in the turbulent waves, like a fallen leaf in late autumn, and was swallowed in a blink of an eye.

The two of them sat in the cabin, the rain and the wind blew, but they couldn't blow in here bizarrely.

Under the swaying candlelight, the sharp sword light like a lightning illuminates the entire cabin.

This is the first time Yin Biyue saw'Autumn Wind Off' unsheathed.He stared intently, fearing to miss the slightest glory.

On Hengduan Mountain, Master severely injured the rest of his life with only one finger.

At that time he was thinking, what else in this world is worth saints drawing swords?

The Juggernaut began to wipe his sword, looking very serious.Yin Bi couldn't bear to bother.

Until the Juggernaut started talking, "Fourth, what else do you want to ask?"

Do not know why, Yin Biyue had a bad hunch in her heart.This intuition has been there all the way, and now it is magnified to the extreme.

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

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

So Yin Biyue opened his mouth, and his voice shook slightly inaudibly,

"What has Master been doing all these years?"