Chapter 49: Climbing

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Luo Mingchuan's performance is more conspicuous than the previous rounds, and because he has overcome the embarrassment without any effort, he has not received any essays in the next few days.
Many watchers and disciples believe that they can't support a cup of tea under the ambiguous 'Bihai tide life', and naturally do not want to challenge Luo Mingchuan again.
Many people judge that his strength is better than the best, so he waits for him to challenge the current ranking of the first Yin Yue.
In the past, the Folding Club had often played against the same brothers on the same stage. What's more, the qualifying game is their own.
But watching the game deadlines go by, the various challenges played more than a dozen games, there is still no movement in the autumn lake.
It is as if Luo Mingchuan completely gave up the challenge.
As a result, all kinds of speculations and arguments have rang. Some people say that these two people have deep feelings and cannot meet with each other. This kind of statement has not received any recognition, because practice on weekdays is common in the same door, and it is not a matter of life and death, how it affects love.
In contrast, another statement is more acceptable. Some people saw the two people carrying them on the day of the summer heat.
Later, the rumors exaggerated, directly speaking that Yin Yiyue and Luo Mingchuan, not ordinary teachers and brothers, will later become a Taoist.
When Yin Yue heard Duan Chongxuan’s retelling, he almost didn’t hold the sword.
After calming down, I solemnly said, "This matter must not be mentioned in front of the brothers!"
Despite repeated assurances, he is still awkward.
Luo Mingchuan will not already know it?
When a brother who is a serious teacher, has heard such absurd words!
The brothers will definitely be angry!
Maybe... will you stay away from yourself in order to avoid suspicion?
Do not! Yin Yue, how can you beat the protagonist's belly with the villain!
The brothers are open-minded, how can they care about the rumors of others? !
But... still afraid to let the brother know...
Think of it.
Yin Yi finally decided to make people firmly optimistic!
As long as you don't go to the center of the city and don't enter the crowded teahouse wine cellar, the brothers won't know!
As soon as the Folding Flower Club is over, return to the Yashan Mountain! Anyway, it’s been a few days!
The plan is perfect!
Luo Mingchuan found that the younger brother has changed recently.
From the early morning, there was a shadow in front of his window. Taking a few steps in the hospital seems to be making sure he is absent.
As long as he had the meaning of going out, the younger brother who trained the sword at the lake immediately became nervous. "Where are you going?"
"I have a challenge for the teacher today, let me see."
"I will go too, let's go together."
Not only that, every time I watched it, the younger brother would pull him around the bustling section of the city center. There is always some inexplicable tension in the look.
Luo Mingchuan didn't know what the younger brother was thinking, but he was very happy.
Even if the younger brother saw his eyes still clear like a lake, there was no love, and he was still happy.
But the disciples of Yan Yashan don’t think so.
They looked at the two people's feelings better every day, and they didn't leave Meng, and Meng did not leave. I can't wait for Yin Yi to grow to a weak crown overnight. When I return to the martial art, I will immediately crown the ceremony, and I will do it together with the JI book.
"Unfortunately, Yin brother is still not an adult, Luo brother has a few years to wait."
Almost everyone will say so.
According to the consensus of the practitioners, premature affiliation has led to the demise of Yuanyang, which is likely to be unstable in the future. The life of the practitioner is long. When he is twenty, he is crowned by the teacher or the relatives of the relatives.
The more Yin Yin couldn't think of it, and he was still careful not to let his brothers be troubled by gossip, and he was there, even the color silks of their comrades' classics were settled.
When the Folding Flower came to the third last day, Duan Chongxuan received a challenge book from the Qingjian Jianpai disciple. In the end, although I couldn’t make the ‘火火狼烟’ again, I also defeated the other side and kept the original position. Because of the recent diligence and fighting sentiment, the cultivation has been leaps and bounds before the downhill, and the breath has risen steadily.
On the last day, He Wei won the ninth-ranked Xingshan Temple disciple and successfully advanced to the top ten. Xiaolian Li was so weeping and asked her to eat ten pieces of cake.
The day when the folding flower will end, it is the beginning of autumn.
There was a night rain in Yecheng, and the summer heat disappeared the next day.
The wind that blows through the wine moves reveals refreshingness, and the water on the long street of the bluestone plate is cool, as if the bright sun is only radiant, and there is no annoying temperature.
At the end of summer and early autumn, the sky is high and the sky is light, which is a good time to climb.
On this day, the sky was over.
At the foot of Shimingshan’s ten feet, there are disciples of various sects. Although there are many people, they can’t hear any whispers. The field was solemn.
It is closer to the mountain than the platform, and it is close to the mountain road where the clouds can be seen.
The voice of the disciples of the Qingjian sword sent into the real yuan, which spread far and wide, and resounded through the four wildernesses.
The crowd is separated from both sides, and the more the Yin Yin escapes the passage.
Under the eyes of the public, he suddenly became a little nervous, and he subconsciously looked at the people around him.
Luo Mingchuan nodded slightly invisible.
Therefore, Yin Yin settled down, crossed the crowd, and did not squint, step by step.
Before the entrance to the mountain road, four seniors stood on the stone steps.
One is the old man of the Qingjian sword school, one is the monk of the Jikong Temple, one is the middle-aged woman of the Mou Zong, and the other is the worship of Yecheng. These four people are the realm of the half-step Mahayana. As the elders of this time, the highest representative of the elders and the realm of the realm, Yin Yueyue is 'opening the mountain road'.
The old man is serious, "The road to practice is far away, and it is necessary to work hard and not to squander. One day can't be abolished. Today, climbing the mountain, the Ming Dynasty is a hundred feet and the is even further!"
In fact, he believes that Yin Yue is a younger generation, but his heart and talent are far better than his own. If there is no accident, it is very likely to enter the sainthood after three hundred years.
He doesn't think he can teach the other person anything, but the current rules must always encourage a few words.
Yin Yin is more solemn and solemn.
The old man took out an inch-long stone sword from his sleeve. "The inner seal of the old sword can be injected into the real yuan."
The monks of Yekong Temple and Yecheng were enshrined, and each took out a string of beads and a mountain sign.
They also felt a lot of emotions in their hearts, and Mr. House really did not have a solution. The era of the practice of the stars has come. The future of the world will ultimately be in the hands of these young people.
The middle-aged woman of Mou Zong took out a wooden hairpin. Compared to the previous three aggressive tactics, this is a rare self-defense device that automatically triggers when threatened, and can block the full force of the Mahayana.
In her view, Yin Yi is more talented and can fight across borders, but his character is too simple and unreasonable. The future is easy to be counted. The self-defense instrument may be more practical for him. Because of the reason for Chen Yi’s mercy, she had a good impression of this younger generation, and she was inevitably cherished.
The elders give, not to resign. Yin Yiyue went to court and thanked him with both hands.
The four predecessors nodded their tribute and let the mountain pass for the passage.
Yin Yin went forward. The stone steps under the feet are worn by the years, the mountain roads are rugged, and the road ahead is a cloud.
He walked for a long time, and there was a faint voice coming from behind him. "The mountain road is already open. Please ask the nine winners to climb the leaves -"
The people at the foot of the mountain watched the white-haired boy's back shrinking, and eventually it seemed to be in harmony with the clouds.
The remaining nine talents in the top ten began to climb, and in turn they met with the four predecessors on the side of the mountain. Some will also listen to the teachings and receive a mountaineering ceremony.
Mountaineering is just a icing on the cake, not a rule of death, whether it is given the will of the predecessors.
As the second climber, Luo Mingchuan stepped on the mountain road after the ceremony and walked faster and faster.
When the third person climbed, he could not see his shadow. Even the people in the mountains saw him swaying, not knowing where in the clouds.
Yin Yi has already reached the end of the mountain road.
There are no more lush forests on both sides of the road, and there is more chill in the wind. The shrub mantle also becomes sparse as the height increases, and because of the cold climate, the hoarfrost is condensed, and the tall and straight pines and cypresses occasionally grow between the mountains and rocks.
The mountain suddenly rises steeply, and there are no roads to build. You can only climb on your own.
He couldn't help but think that there would be a lake on such a steep mountain.
Can such a cold place really open a lotus flower?
At this time, a familiar voice came from behind.
"Younger brother."
As soon as he turned around, he saw Luo Mingchuan standing under the Qingsong, just like standing in the vast mountains of the clouds.
Yin Yin smiled more.
No matter what the road ahead, it is always someone who walks with him.

After the night, the Yecheng Golden Lantern is similar to the Zhonglu Yunyang City, which is a thousand miles away. It is also the city of Bailu, and the scenery is not night.
Mr. Zhang is looking at the sky.
Even if the lights in the city are more brilliant, they can't interfere with his sight of the stars.
In his eyes, there is nothing more beautiful and more meaningful than the stars in the world.
In countless nights, stargazing is a pleasure for him.
But today is different.
Tonight, he was sitting on the side of the stone case in the courtyard, and the evening wind swept through his crown. He looked at the night sky and his face was white.
Far away to the untouchable extraterrestrial universe, the two stars with similar brightness are getting closer and closer.
The surface of a star is burning, like a constant spit. The black flame contains a majestic and terrifying power. Another star is covered in frost, but blue light is transmitted.
Glorious, this picture looks beautiful.
But it should not be like this.
According to the calculation, when this level is approached, it will begin to repudiate, start to compete for the glory, and take one of them as a result.
Mr. Zhang Yuan’s wide sleeves and scorns, and a round array on the stone case.
The material is like the sandalwood of the year, but it has the lustrous luster of jade. The array is engraved with a lot of staggered lines, which seem to be chaotic.
At his fingertips, the lines began to intertwine and flow.
Although there have been no calculations for many years that he needs to use the market, his actions are not unfamiliar.
As one of the few people standing at the highest peak in the world, he knows more about the rules of the world.
The entire starry sky is a whole, and the trajectory of each star is not independent. Only the energy of the stars is different, and the degree of influence on the stars is different.
But these two have unimaginable energy. In other words, the changes in these two stars will lead to changes in the entire starry sky and the whole world.
Mr. Zhang’s eyes are very focused, and his hands are moving faster and faster. There is no way to calculate it to give him the answer.
The lines on the front of the array change at a speed that is invisible to the naked eye. In the eyes of ordinary people, only the white shadows that are swaying can be seen.
The more he is scared. No, it is impossible. How can it be wrong, what is wrong?
The gods are violently consumed, and between the rest, there are the number of rivers in the river.
Time passed by, and his calculations continued.
This is a very dangerous state, and it has even fallen into a puzzle.
Gradually, he didn't know what he was thinking, but his mind was getting deeper and deeper. The cold sweat drenched the whole body like a rain, and the pain of the sea was turbulent. I don't know how to stop, and I can't stop.
He stared at the battle and his eyes were red.
"铮-"
A short sword broke through the air and nailed it to the front!
Mr. Jiayuan suddenly spurted a blood!
He woke up, and the endless fears came up.
I just entered the barrier just now.
He was kneeling in the same place, watching the broken disk contaminated with blood, and could not return to God for a long time.
Then he looked up and saw the outside of the courtyard wall. In the night, some people were standing on the flying raft of the library building, and the robes were flying high in the night wind.
Only the vague black shadow, he also recognized this person.
I can't help but think of it, even if the school's one flower and one leaf can't be seen by one's own eyes, this person still has to come and go.
Look at the front of the array, where is the short sword, but it is half a gray tile thrown by hand.
But it was nailed straight into the ‘天演盘’. Destroyed a piece of the world that can be discharged into the top ten.
The Confucian who took the crown with him stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Gently rubbing the hem of the robes, the sorrowful sorrows disappeared in an instant.
He looked at the figure standing on the cornice and smiled slightly.
"Long time no see, Wei Jingfeng."
The school tonight is as calm as ever.
The students in Housheli had a good sleep, the yellow-lighted shadows of the night book building, some people meditating on the slightly cold terrace, and the wild cats in the woods squatted on the fallen leaves.
No one knows that a big man came to the school.
But he came, Heaven and Earth know, Mingyue knows!
Then the stars retreat, and thousands of moons shine into Yunyang City!