Chapter 68 The yellow leaves are still wind and rain, the brothel has its own orchestra
“Master, when are we leaving?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. This old man will go back and get some sleep first.”
With the cultivation of a saint, sleeping was no longer a necessity.
But Wei was fond of sleeping.
“Let’s go.”
He turned around and called Jun Yu’s name, and then walked towards his own disciple’s courtyard.
Rising at the beginning of next month.
The late autumn wind also added a bleak chill, the sea of waves in the waves.
From the perspective of the Yin Wall, the two of them stood side by side under the half-dark sky.
But he knew that his eldest senior brother was still a step behind his master.
It was unsurpassable respect.
He suddenly felt that, as his master’s first disciple, the meaning was different.
If there was anyone in this world who could truly understand saints, then it must have been the eldest senior brother.
The next day, Lo Minchuan gave a lecture on the Dharma Hall.
All of them talked about the introductory knowledge of cultivation. It was like washing one’s marrow, circulating true essence in the spirit vein, how to choose cultivation techniques, and how to absorb spirit energy.
These were all to the young disciples who had just entered the Vast Expanse School, but many people came to listen.
There were all sorts of realms.
The Dharma Hall was a small academy on the Cangya Mountain. As the sect’s head disciple, Luo Mingchuan often came here to talk about some basic knowledge.
This place was close to the Duty Hall and was one of the most bustling places in Cang Ya Mountain.
Yin Jade stood at the entrance of the Hall of Magic, disciples would stop to nod at him from time to time.
He had interacted with many people on this trip down the mountain, so he could deal with this kind of situation without embarrassment.
Not long after he came, Luo Mingchuan finished his lesson and walked out with the crowd of disciples surrounding him.
He did not expect Yin Bi to be waiting outside. With a slight start, he went up to greet her, the corners of his mouth curling upwards.
“Junior brother …”
The surrounding people quickly dispersed, and Luo Mingchuan’s body was suddenly empty.
The passing disciples also calmly walked around to give them space.
“How long have you been waiting?”
Yin Yu shook his head, “No.”
Neither of them mentioned the dispute of yesterday.
“Master is taking me out to do something today …”
I don’t know when I’ll be back. “
Luo Mingchuan’s smile was a little forced, but soon after, he sincerely congratulated Yin Yingyue, “It’s rare for a Sword Saint to teach you. When junior comes back, you will definitely improve yourself.”
He nodded.
For some reason, he began to explain, “I think it will be soon.”
Luo Mingchuan laughed.
“Let’s go, I’ll send you back.”
All the way there was silence except for the crunching of boots on the thick leaves.
The two of them stopped at the foot of the mountain that was barely visible.
Bi Yuntian, Yellow Leaf Earth, and Autumn Qi.
Yin Biyue thought about it, he felt like he had thought it through, “Senior Brother, about the cultivation technique, wait till I come back and then decide, okay?”
Luo Mingchuan didn’t answer.
He did not know how to explain this to his junior apprentice-brother.
“Maybe I’m not mature enough, but this trip with my master must have brought me a lot of progress.”
When I get back, we’ll think of something.
Or was it just like what his senior said, waiting for him to be crowned? “
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the best time to express his abilities. If his Senior Brother still didn’t agree, then there was nothing he could do about it.
Thinking of this, her eyes unconsciously filled with pleading.
In Luo Mingchuan’s eyes, his junior brother’s cold expression became lively. His eyes were like the rippling of autumn water, just like the soft fur of a kitten in the academy, actually appearing rather pitiful.
He was stunned. At this moment, he could not care about anything else. He opened his mouth and agreed. “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”
Yin Biyue breathed a sigh of relief, smiling.
As the Sword Saint descended from Xi Hua Feng and saw this scene, he let out a soft tut.
He waved to the people behind him, “Don’t send me off. Go back.”
Jun Yu stayed where he was, but didn’t return.
Luo Mingchuan bowed to the Sword Saint.
Wei Jingfeng couldn’t wait for these empty ceremonies, but this time, he was rather used to it.
It was even amusing to think that whether you were a true Immortal or a Devil Sovereign, you had to bow to this old man. This saint was worth it.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he hadn’t talked to the Eldest Brother ever since he came back.
He walked in front of Jun Yu and opened his mouth, but in the end, he only said a few words of vexation, “Congratulations Elder Senior-apprentice Brother for his excellent swordsmanship.”
Jun Yu thought about it for a moment. “Junior Brother has also improved a lot.”
His expression was still cold and his words were stiff.
However, the more Yan Xing knew, the more his eldest senior brother worked.
He bowed in farewell.
Jun Yu helped him up.
The two of them were not talkative people, but they had a sense of intimacy with each other and were never unfamiliar with each other.
“Let’s go, Fourth Bro.”
When he finally looked back, he saw Luo Mingchuan standing in the autumn light.
He was smiling with her brows and eyes, pale and gentle like a warm jade glowing.
Yin Biyue thought that his master would travel on the wind, crossing the continent in a day. No matter what he did, he would do it quickly.
But in fact, they were shopping now.
Twenty miles away at the foot of the Vast Expanse Mountain, they passed through the bustling crowds of people in the city.
Yesterday, it had only been raining. The water on the green brick hadn’t dried yet, and it was drifting with the leaves of the wutong tree.
The wine ceremony on the tall building swayed gently, and the rich fragrance of the strong liquor wafted out. The scalding hot heat of the Lamb Hair Soup mixed with the strong liquor was sufficient to warm the cold autumn air.
Many pedestrians had their hands folded inside thin coats, and even the most beautiful young ladies had changed their summer dresses into thick cotton cloth.
The Sword Saint very appropriately added a cloak to ward off the cold and chanted:
“Yellow leaves are still stormy, the brothel still has its own strings.”
The autumn wind was a dagger, and its workmanship was exquisite. The Zhuo beads were decorations that matched his waist, making him seem just like a gorgeous ornament.
And he himself was like a young master walking on a horse.
He thought about it, it seemed to him that he suddenly understood why there were only a handful of people in the world who had seen saints.
Because people would never have thought that a saint would be like this.
After finishing the poem, the Sword Saint said to himself, “I remember that there is a braised beef mince in Liuyang City …”
“Eh, that Luhua lady in the Spring Sleeves Building, she sang a little better …”
He turned to his disciple and asked,
“Fourth Bro, have you been to a brothel?”
Yin Biyue was shocked, almost choking to death on his saliva.
“Cough cough cough, no, no…”
That must not be what he meant!
Just like in Ye City, he misunderstood that the chatterbox was inviting him to visit a brothel.
His master’s cultivation realm was unfathomable, and his moral character was so high and lofty. How could he say such words …
“Let’s go, master will show you around the brothel!”
With a wave of his hand, the Sword Saint led the stunned young disciple into the back alley of the main street.
Above the Dao of the Heavens!
I’m not thinking too much this time.
He walked through the alleyway full of warm flowers and wine, and on the way, he walked back and forth.
Yin Biyue was stunned, he finally came back to his senses when he stepped into the door.
No lights were lit in the daytime in the Spring Sleeves Building, so the light was slightly dim.
The brazier in the lobby was crackling.
There were two or three tables full of customers sitting around, drinking and laughing loudly while speaking in the dialect of the Gloomy Sun.
Lady Xu, who was half old, leaned against the counter, daubed her fingernails with the phoenix flower juice, and carelessly glanced at the customers who entered.
If not for the cultivator’s keen sense of smell, which allowed him to smell the faint fragrance of makeup and flowers, the Yin Biyue simply felt that Master had gone to the wrong place.
This was very different from what he had imagined of a brothel.
He had said that this grandpa would come and play.
Are they going to sit here and drink till evening, and wait for some special nocturnal activity, such as a lilac song?
Yin Biyue thought about it, as the Sword Saint brought him to the counter and placed a silver ingot on it. “Boss, do you still have anything else about ‘Pleasure Gem’?”
To his great surprise, his master had a slightly positive accent!
The Lady Boss weighed the silver in her hand and took out a jar of wine from the cabinet.
Clang! – He landed on the platform with a heavy thud, and dust flew up into the air.
They found a corner by the window and sat down.
The Sword Saint neatly opened the seal on the wine jar, and a cold fragrance filled the air.
Yin Biyue filled the bowls for the two of them, following his master’s gaze and looked outside.
From time to time, girls from various brothels would walk by with their skirts in their hands. The sleeves of their dresses were slender, the gold hairpins swaying in their footsteps, and the alley was filled with the gentle glow of spring.
Not far away from them, the guests at the tables laughed and slapped the table. It was unknown what they were talking about.
Sword Saint took a sip of wine and sighed in satisfaction.
He asked in a casual tone, “What kind of sword have you been practicing recently?”
Yin Biyue was more cautious at first, “I first practiced the Cangya Sword Technique’s fundamental formula. After mastering the forty-nine moves of the Frost Water Sword, I also learned one or two points from the Azure Heaven Saber Technique …”
Later on, he found out that his master was indeed asking without thinking.
Sword Saint sighed, “Oh …”
It’s a sunny day. This old man’s sword is really good ….
Nothing more.
“What’s your favorite tea?”
“Junshan Cloudmist Tea.”
“I like that as well. It’s a pity that there hasn’t been much good tea in recent years …”
The more he thought about it, the quieter he felt.
From the time he had entered Xing Shan Temple to the time he had awoken while guarding his senior brother, his mental state had always been extremely tense.
Because of his uneasiness, he was nervous.
But at this moment, there was no conspiracy or riddle. There was no oppressive feeling akin to the tip of the sword, no pressure of cultivation that could not be stopped for a moment.
It was like sitting under a scholar tree in the academy and drinking tea with the palm of his hand.
Right now, he was in a restaurant with his Master. It was bustling with noise and excitement, and he had nothing to say.
His heart was as quiet as it had been then.
Drink good wine and look at the girl.
Such a waste of life, I do not know why the Master does not seem to have a sense of joy.
The wine jar was already half empty, so Wei Jingfeng no longer poured the wine.
At this time, a simple and true dialect came from the main hall, the Gloomy Sun dialect, the Gloomy Sun dialect, the Gloomy Sun dialect, the Gloomy Sun dialect, the Gloomy Sun dialect, the Gloomy Sun dialect, and the Gloomy Sun dialect.
“Lady Boss, do you still have any ‘Fluttering Joy’?”
“The last jar will be sold on that table.”
The more he heard, the more he looked over and saw that the assassin was looking back at him from behind.
Both sides were stunned.
In life, where would they not meet, Third Senior Brother!
Why every time I meet you, I’m either drinking or buying wine!
Yan Xing looked at the people sitting at the same table as Yan Qianyin, suspecting that his eyes were playing tricks on him. “Shishi …”
“Master…”
Sword Saint took out an empty wine bowl from nowhere and beckoned to him, “Come here.”
Yan Xing ran over with a calm face, “Master left it for me?”
“Master is so nice to me …”
“I heard that Master has returned and is still rushing towards Cangya …”
This wine was the image of his father, once again refreshing the image of the Broken Water Saber in Yan Xing’s heart.
No, Third Senior Brother, you weren’t in a hurry. You even came to the Flower Restaurant to buy wine.
We saw it with our own eyes.
The more Yin Biyue thought about it, the more he realized that half of the six people in Lilium Peak were drinking Flower Wine.
What the hell was this?
However, Yan Xing drank very happily. He went to order a plate of beef stewed with gravy and peanuts soaked in vinegar and drank wine while chatting and laughing with the attractive Lady Boss. “Miss Lu Hua, why aren’t you singing a song today?”
Yin Biyue became spirited, he looked around to see where the girl had come from.
The Lady Boss lazily replied, “I have a dry autumn today. My throat hurts, but I can’t sing.”
The more he thought about it, the more he lost his ability to speak.
Sword Saint clicked his tongue as if he was lamenting how naive he was.
Who am I to reason with?
Chapter 68 The yellow leaves are still wind and rain, the brothel has its own orchestra
“Master, when are we leaving?”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow. This old man will go back and get some sleep first.”
With the cultivation of a saint, sleeping was no longer a necessity.
But Wei was fond of sleeping.
“Let’s go.”
He turned around and called Jun Yu’s name, and then walked towards his own disciple’s courtyard.
Rising at the beginning of next month.
The late autumn wind also added a bleak chill, the sea of waves in the waves.
From the perspective of the Yin Wall, the two of them stood side by side under the half-dark sky.
But he knew that his eldest senior brother was still a step behind his master.
It was unsurpassable respect.
He suddenly felt that, as his master’s first disciple, the meaning was different.
If there was anyone in this world who could truly understand saints, then it must have been the eldest senior brother.
The next day, Lo Minchuan gave a lecture on the Dharma Hall.
All of them talked about the introductory knowledge of cultivation. It was like washing one’s marrow, circulating true essence in the spirit vein, how to choose cultivation techniques, and how to absorb spirit energy.
These were all to the young disciples who had just entered the Vast Expanse School, but many people came to listen.
There were all sorts of realms.
The Dharma Hall was a small academy on the Cangya Mountain. As the sect’s head disciple, Luo Mingchuan often came here to talk about some basic knowledge.
This place was close to the Duty Hall and was one of the most bustling places in Cang Ya Mountain.
Yin Jade stood at the entrance of the Hall of Magic, disciples would stop to nod at him from time to time.
He had interacted with many people on this trip down the mountain, so he could deal with this kind of situation without embarrassment.
Not long after he came, Luo Mingchuan finished his lesson and walked out with the crowd of disciples surrounding him.
He did not expect Yin Bi to be waiting outside. With a slight start, he went up to greet her, the corners of his mouth curling upwards.
“Junior brother …”
The surrounding people quickly dispersed, and Luo Mingchuan’s body was suddenly empty.
The passing disciples also calmly walked around to give them space.
“How long have you been waiting?”
Yin Yu shook his head, “No.”
Neither of them mentioned the dispute of yesterday.
“Master is taking me out to do something today …”
I don’t know when I’ll be back. “
Luo Mingchuan’s smile was a little forced, but soon after, he sincerely congratulated Yin Yingyue, “It’s rare for a Sword Saint to teach you. When junior comes back, you will definitely improve yourself.”
He nodded.
For some reason, he began to explain, “I think it will be soon.”
Luo Mingchuan laughed.
“Let’s go, I’ll send you back.”
All the way there was silence except for the crunching of boots on the thick leaves.
The two of them stopped at the foot of the mountain that was barely visible.
Bi Yuntian, Yellow Leaf Earth, and Autumn Qi.
Yin Biyue thought about it, he felt like he had thought it through, “Senior Brother, about the cultivation technique, wait till I come back and then decide, okay?”
Luo Mingchuan didn’t answer.
He did not know how to explain this to his junior apprentice-brother.
“Maybe I’m not mature enough, but this trip with my master must have brought me a lot of progress.”
When I get back, we’ll think of something.
Or was it just like what his senior said, waiting for him to be crowned? “
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the best time to express his abilities. If his Senior Brother still didn’t agree, then there was nothing he could do about it.
Thinking of this, her eyes unconsciously filled with pleading.
In Luo Mingchuan’s eyes, his junior brother’s cold expression became lively. His eyes were like the rippling of autumn water, just like the soft fur of a kitten in the academy, actually appearing rather pitiful.
He was stunned. At this moment, he could not care about anything else. He opened his mouth and agreed. “Alright, I’ll listen to you.”
Yin Biyue breathed a sigh of relief, smiling.
As the Sword Saint descended from Xi Hua Feng and saw this scene, he let out a soft tut.
He waved to the people behind him, “Don’t send me off. Go back.”
Jun Yu stayed where he was, but didn’t return.
Luo Mingchuan bowed to the Sword Saint.
Wei Jingfeng couldn’t wait for these empty ceremonies, but this time, he was rather used to it.
It was even amusing to think that whether you were a true Immortal or a Devil Sovereign, you had to bow to this old man. This saint was worth it.
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that he hadn’t talked to the Eldest Brother ever since he came back.
He walked in front of Jun Yu and opened his mouth, but in the end, he only said a few words of vexation, “Congratulations Elder Senior-apprentice Brother for his excellent swordsmanship.”
Jun Yu thought about it for a moment. “Junior Brother has also improved a lot.”
His expression was still cold and his words were stiff.
However, the more Yan Xing knew, the more his eldest senior brother worked.
He bowed in farewell.
Jun Yu helped him up.
The two of them were not talkative people, but they had a sense of intimacy with each other and were never unfamiliar with each other.
“Let’s go, Fourth Bro.”
When he finally looked back, he saw Luo Mingchuan standing in the autumn light.
He was smiling with her brows and eyes, pale and gentle like a warm jade glowing.
Yin Biyue thought that his master would travel on the wind, crossing the continent in a day. No matter what he did, he would do it quickly.
But in fact, they were shopping now.
Twenty miles away at the foot of the Vast Expanse Mountain, they passed through the bustling crowds of people in the city.
Yesterday, it had only been raining. The water on the green brick hadn’t dried yet, and it was drifting with the leaves of the wutong tree.
The wine ceremony on the tall building swayed gently, and the rich fragrance of the strong liquor wafted out. The scalding hot heat of the Lamb Hair Soup mixed with the strong liquor was sufficient to warm the cold autumn air.
Many pedestrians had their hands folded inside thin coats, and even the most beautiful young ladies had changed their summer dresses into thick cotton cloth.
The Sword Saint very appropriately added a cloak to ward off the cold and chanted:
“Yellow leaves are still stormy, the brothel still has its own strings.”
The autumn wind was a dagger, and its workmanship was exquisite. The Zhuo beads were decorations that matched his waist, making him seem just like a gorgeous ornament.
And he himself was like a young master walking on a horse.
He thought about it, it seemed to him that he suddenly understood why there were only a handful of people in the world who had seen saints.
Because people would never have thought that a saint would be like this.
After finishing the poem, the Sword Saint said to himself, “I remember that there is a braised beef mince in Liuyang City …”
“Eh, that Luhua lady in the Spring Sleeves Building, she sang a little better …”
He turned to his disciple and asked,
“Fourth Bro, have you been to a brothel?”
Yin Biyue was shocked, almost choking to death on his saliva.
“Cough cough cough, no, no…”
That must not be what he meant!
Just like in Ye City, he misunderstood that the chatterbox was inviting him to visit a brothel.
His master’s cultivation realm was unfathomable, and his moral character was so high and lofty. How could he say such words …
“Let’s go, master will show you around the brothel!”
With a wave of his hand, the Sword Saint led the stunned young disciple into the back alley of the main street.
Above the Dao of the Heavens!
I’m not thinking too much this time.
He walked through the alleyway full of warm flowers and wine, and on the way, he walked back and forth.
Yin Biyue was stunned, he finally came back to his senses when he stepped into the door.
No lights were lit in the daytime in the Spring Sleeves Building, so the light was slightly dim.
The brazier in the lobby was crackling.
There were two or three tables full of customers sitting around, drinking and laughing loudly while speaking in the dialect of the Gloomy Sun.
Lady Xu, who was half old, leaned against the counter, daubed her fingernails with the phoenix flower juice, and carelessly glanced at the customers who entered.
If not for the cultivator’s keen sense of smell, which allowed him to smell the faint fragrance of makeup and flowers, the Yin Biyue simply felt that Master had gone to the wrong place.
This was very different from what he had imagined of a brothel.
He had said that this grandpa would come and play.
Are they going to sit here and drink till evening, and wait for some special nocturnal activity, such as a lilac song?
Yin Biyue thought about it, as the Sword Saint brought him to the counter and placed a silver ingot on it. “Boss, do you still have anything else about ‘Pleasure Gem’?”
To his great surprise, his master had a slightly positive accent!
The Lady Boss weighed the silver in her hand and took out a jar of wine from the cabinet.
Clang! – He landed on the platform with a heavy thud, and dust flew up into the air.
They found a corner by the window and sat down.
The Sword Saint neatly opened the seal on the wine jar, and a cold fragrance filled the air.
Yin Biyue filled the bowls for the two of them, following his master’s gaze and looked outside.
From time to time, girls from various brothels would walk by with their skirts in their hands. The sleeves of their dresses were slender, the gold hairpins swaying in their footsteps, and the alley was filled with the gentle glow of spring.
Not far away from them, the guests at the tables laughed and slapped the table. It was unknown what they were talking about.
Sword Saint took a sip of wine and sighed in satisfaction.
He asked in a casual tone, “What kind of sword have you been practicing recently?”
Yin Biyue was more cautious at first, “I first practiced the Cangya Sword Technique’s fundamental formula. After mastering the forty-nine moves of the Frost Water Sword, I also learned one or two points from the Azure Heaven Saber Technique …”
Later on, he found out that his master was indeed asking without thinking.
Sword Saint sighed, “Oh …”
It’s a sunny day. This old man’s sword is really good ….
Nothing more.
“What’s your favorite tea?”
“Junshan Cloudmist Tea.”
“I like that as well. It’s a pity that there hasn’t been much good tea in recent years …”
The more he thought about it, the quieter he felt.
From the time he had entered Xing Shan Temple to the time he had awoken while guarding his senior brother, his mental state had always been extremely tense.
Because of his uneasiness, he was nervous.
But at this moment, there was no conspiracy or riddle. There was no oppressive feeling akin to the tip of the sword, no pressure of cultivation that could not be stopped for a moment.
It was like sitting under a scholar tree in the academy and drinking tea with the palm of his hand.
Right now, he was in a restaurant with his Master. It was bustling with noise and excitement, and he had nothing to say.
His heart was as quiet as it had been then.
Drink good wine and look at the girl.
Such a waste of life, I do not know why the Master does not seem to have a sense of joy.
The wine jar was already half empty, so Wei Jingfeng no longer poured the wine.
At this time, a simple and true dialect came from the main hall, the Gloomy Sun dialect, the Gloomy Sun dialect, the Gloomy Sun dialect, the Gloomy Sun dialect, the Gloomy Sun dialect, the Gloomy Sun dialect, and the Gloomy Sun dialect.
“Lady Boss, do you still have any ‘Fluttering Joy’?”
“The last jar will be sold on that table.”
The more he heard, the more he looked over and saw that the assassin was looking back at him from behind.
Both sides were stunned.
In life, where would they not meet, Third Senior Brother!
Why every time I meet you, I’m either drinking or buying wine!
Yan Xing looked at the people sitting at the same table as Yan Qianyin, suspecting that his eyes were playing tricks on him. “Shishi …”
“Master…”
Sword Saint took out an empty wine bowl from nowhere and beckoned to him, “Come here.”
Yan Xing ran over with a calm face, “Master left it for me?”
“Master is so nice to me …”
“I heard that Master has returned and is still rushing towards Cangya …”
This wine was the image of his father, once again refreshing the image of the Broken Water Saber in Yan Xing’s heart.
No, Third Senior Brother, you weren’t in a hurry. You even came to the Flower Restaurant to buy wine.
We saw it with our own eyes.
The more Yin Biyue thought about it, the more he realized that half of the six people in Lilium Peak were drinking Flower Wine.
What the hell was this?
However, Yan Xing drank very happily. He went to order a plate of beef stewed with gravy and peanuts soaked in vinegar and drank wine while chatting and laughing with the attractive Lady Boss. “Miss Lu Hua, why aren’t you singing a song today?”
Yin Biyue became spirited, he looked around to see where the girl had come from.
The Lady Boss lazily replied, “I have a dry autumn today. My throat hurts, but I can’t sing.”
The more he thought about it, the more he lost his ability to speak.
Sword Saint clicked his tongue as if he was lamenting how naive he was.
Who am I to reason with?
