Chapter 43: Coming

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In the shadow of the moon, the courtyard of the autumn lake is silent in the dark night, only the sound of the summer insects and the rustling of the wind blowing leaves.
Luo Mingchuan pushed open the window, the night wind poured in, and the chill of the face was sober.
The window is facing the autumn lake, and the smoke is empty.
He didn't like the almost out of control emotions during the day, so he began to straighten out his thoughts.
In the dungeon, he knew that he was drunk in the past, mistaken the younger brother's heart and obsession, and went astray, so he was full of guilt. I originally decided to go down the mountain together, because I wanted to compensate my younger brother and both.
But when did this road come down, when did it change?
Floating on the beach, why did the younger brother change the Cambodian card with him? He didn't know. But there is an inexplicable intuition that the younger brother is protecting him. After the moonlight night drink, the younger brother leaned in his arms and said that he wanted to live well in the future. At that time, he could not see his heart.
until today.
Until the younger brother admitted, there are already people who are happy.
The night winds start to blow up the fog in front of you.
Luo Mingchuan has been practicing the Tao for more than ten years and never fears facing the heart.
He thought that he was also happy with his younger brother.
But what about the younger brother?
The younger brother is too young, and his mind is simple. Can you really distinguish the feelings of the brothers and the feelings of the accomplices?
Luo Mingchuan looked at the undulating lake.
It doesn't matter, he can wait.
From the school to the Yaya Mountain, from the 13th to the 23rd of the younger brother, he will have him every year in his life.
Luo Mingchuan’s mind was clear and clear, and he quickly settled in and began to practice the work of Garan.
When Yin Yue was meditating, he was restless. Simply turn over the futon, sit in front of the case, light the sword.
He has recently become more and more aware that wiping the sword is a good thing for the mind and body, and it can make people calm down quickly.
The candlelight illuminates the three-footed Qingfeng and also reflects his face on the sword.
The girl is very good. No matter what the family looks, or the talent for cultivation, there is no bad place.
So why is the first reaction rejected? Shouldn’t you be happy?
"I have a avenue in my heart, love in the world, and can you bind me?"
No, this reason should be the master, or someone like Master would say.
I am clearly not a person who is interested in being alone.
Because the situation in the world is turbulent, the crisis is heavy, well, this is barely a reason.
Anymore?
Yin Yi recalled his own state of mind and found that the first reaction was actually a misunderstanding of Luo Mingchuan.
He didn't know why it was like this. It was out of fear that the love of the parents was discovered by the parents.
Not exactly.
Perhaps it was a small villain for a long time. If there was no girl for a long time, there was a sudden emergence, or a goddess level, and I was not used to it at once.
Probably.
The candlelight went down, his sword was very bright, and his mood calmed down.
Anyway, he has more important things to do now.
The result of the draw of the fourth round of the Folding Club will come out tomorrow.
This round of Yin and Yue three people do not have the right to draw lots, just wait for others to pick up their names.
Duan Chongxuan volunteered to go to the shadow wall to see the results early in the morning. When he came back, the whole person looked faint and his soul was not guarded.
Yin Yue is more worried. "Who are you on?"

Xingshan Temple Buddha Xiuhuide.


How many chances are there?

"70%. This time it is not 70% won by him, but it is really 70%."
The more Yin Yin is puzzled, "Well, who is Luo’s brother?"
"The Qingjian sword pie Feng Wenjin."
Yin Yin looked at Luo Mingchuan and felt that it was not enough.
The faint gaze of the words finally fell on his face, and his expression was illegible.
"Four brothers, Zhong Shan has drawn you."
The three were silent for a while.
Half-sounding, Yin Yue crossed the road, "It’s always... there is a battle."
But he did not expect it to be so fast. In his heart, he always thought that fighting with Zhongshan, at least to the fifth round.
"Four brothers, how many chances do you have now?"
"Four percent."
The words sighed, "It’s true, it’s the same as the gambling odds.

Yin Yi was a little more stunned. "Are you bet me to win?"
"Of course!"
"...my fault. Forgot to let you blame the mountain."
In fact, after watching the first few battles in Zhongshan, Yin Yiyue himself could not wait to go to the other side.
The words have been awake, and the folding fan has been on display and shaken up. "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, there aren't many, and it's just a hairy..."
He was afraid that his brother would not feel bad in his heart, so he dared not say how much he had taken.
Luo Mingchuan has never spoken. He suddenly spoke now, but he had a strange, stable force.
"Don't be impatient, there will always be a way, and the younger brother is not without the possibility of winning."
Like the spring breeze, Yin Yin is sinking into the heart,
"Yes. I always try my best to be willing."
People at the edge of the autumn lake will not know that Cheng Tianyu also asked the same question in the Wutong Garden of the Qingjian Sword School.
"Brother, how many chances do you have?"
Zhong Shan replied, "60%."
Cheng Tianyu laughed. "The brothers are too modest. I think there are 80% of them!"
Zhong Shan shook his head. "No, it is 60%."
Cheng Tianyu’s face is unbelievable.
Song Wei took his hair and laughed. "Your brother said that he has achieved a few achievements and he still does not practice swords."

The hopes of this war have been rushed.
Not only Yin Yue, but everyone did not expect it to be really so fast.
The news spread and many people immediately set off to go to Yecheng to watch the battle.
At the time of the ups and downs of the whole southland, Song Yu’s letter from the mainland was arrived. It is a copy of all the articles that Yin Yi wrote in the school for three years.
"After going to the end of the world, his news is very small, there is no way."
Zhong Shan turned a few pages of thin paper, "it is enough."
Yin Yiyue took the paper research that Duan Chongxuan gave him.
There are big and small pieces of paper, some are neatly written, some are scribbling at random, which reads the chores of Zhongshan before the Qingjian swords, or the direction and angle of his sword. This information is very fragmented, and many seem useless, but Yin Yue is more serious.
I am embarrassed, "There is only so much."
This has been beyond the expectation of Yin Yue, far beyond the prejudgment of his dialogue and the news. "It is already very good."
From noon to late night, Yin Yi has been standing at the window and thinking. Closing my eyes, countless pictures flashed past, as if I had experienced the first sixteen years of my life in Zhongshan.
The teenager became famous, immersed in the kendo, and was lonely and persistent.
After entering the Qingjian Swords, the picture became blurred.
The wind and rain swords are very famous, not the secret of not passing. At least 40 disciples are practicing in the Qingjian sword school. There are also related records in the books of the Shuyuan Academy.
But there is only one real wind and rain sword.
It was the sword of a saint in the ‘All Saints’ era million years ago. It was later destroyed in the ‘Dao De War’ and was collected by the Qingjian Swords. It took ten years and spent countless efforts to restore 70% of the power.
At the age of eighteen, Zhong Shan practiced a set of wind and rain swords on Qinglan Mountain. Finally, it was decided by Yasheng Zhou Yuandao to pass the sword to him.
Zhongshan has lived up to expectations. At the age of 20, it has been glimpsed into the true meaning of the wind and rain. It is known as the genius of the South China Land in the next three hundred years.
The complex debris and materials were re-integrated and filtered in Yin’s mind, and he felt that he was constantly approaching Zhongshan.
A long time later, he opened his eyes and took a long breath. Under such a state of extreme spirit, he felt that he had a 50% chance of winning!
Fortunately, even he slammed the door and stood in the yard to take a deep breath and calm down the excitement.
As soon as he looked up, he saw the lights in the Loming Chuan room still lit, and cast the shadows on the paper window.
Brother still hasn't slept yet? It seems that I am writing something.
If you change any of the past nights, Yin Yi will not do anything.
But he was so happy tonight that he was so bold and rude that he even knocked on Luo Mingchuan’s window and restrained his excitement.
"Brother, have you not slept?"
The sound of paper friction came and the window was pushed away from the inside.
Luo Mingchuan did sit in front of the case and wrote, "Teacher, the night is cold, how do you stand in the courtyard?"
He got up and opened the door, and he welcomed Yin Yin. Sure enough, the temperature of the younger brother at night was lower.
Yin Yin was brought into the house, and the subconscious felt that it was wrong to go inside again, so he came to the table.
"Brother, I have a good news to tell you!"
Luo Mingchuan has been observing the ritual system for many years, and he has never shared a room with people late at night.
The school night book building, at least there are others. Drinking at night on the roof, at least not in the house...
He was thinking about it, and he felt that he was too uncomfortable compared to his younger brother. He was uneasy and asked, "What good news?"
Yin Yi wants to say that he is now fighting against Zhongshan, and he has already won 50%. But the next moment, his gaze fell on the letter on the case, and suddenly lost his voice.
Luo Mingchuan only reacted to what he was writing, and his heart was not good, but it was already late.
Yin Yin looked at his eyes and asked, "Brother, what is this?"
The case is a gauntlet.
It is Luo Mingchuan who wants to give it to Zhongshan. The time is set to the day before Yin Yue’s playing.
The words were extremely provocative, and when people looked at them, they gave birth to fire and couldn’t help but want to take it.
Yin Yi knew the plan of Luo Mingchuan almost instantly.
He wants to challenge Zhongshan in front of himself and win the best. Even if he can't win, he will consume the other party as much as possible.
If such an approach is passed on, it will undoubtedly attract a lot of criticism.
Even if you don't mention other people's opinions, this matter has already violated Luo Mingchuan's consistent code of conduct. It is not a gentleman.
Luo Mingchuan knows that he is late now, and he laughs twice and stops talking.
Yin Yi will fold the letter and think about it.
"Brother, I know that you are good for me... but you don't have to be here for me..."
Yin Yue knows that Luo Mingchuan can come up with such a solution and write a letter of radical radicalism. He has already put a lot of effort into it. But he still said,
"I want to try it myself."