Chapter 68: 【】

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"Master, when are we going?"
"Tomorrow, the old man will go back to sleep first."
With the cultivation of saints, sleep is no longer necessary. But Wei Jingfeng loves to sleep.
"Go away." He turned and shouted, and walked to the courtyard of his own apprentice.
The moon rises early. The late-night winds of the late autumn also added a chilly chill, and the sound of the waves between the forests and the seas.
From the perspective of Yin Yiyue, under the darkness of the sky, the backs of the two are almost side by side.
But he knows that the master is always behind the master. This is an insurmountable respect.
He suddenly felt that the first apprentice as a master had different meanings. If someone in this world can truly understand the saint, then it must be a master.
On the second day, Luo Mingchuan lectured on the Fa. It is all about the introduction of practice, such as the wash and the marrow, the running path of the real element running in the spiritual vein, how Wushu chooses the exercises, and how the spiritual repair absorbs the aura.
These are all about the young disciples who have just entered the world, but there are many people who come to listen. There are various realms.
On the temple is the elementary school on the mountain, and Luo Mingchuan as the first sect of the sect, often come here to talk about some basic knowledge.
It is close to the Deacon's Hall, and it is one of the most lively places in Mt.
Yin Yi is standing at the door of the court. From time to time, some disciples stop to nod and pay tribute to him. He went down the mountain this time and got along with others. This kind of scene can also cope with it, not to be embarrassed.
After a short while, Luo Mingchuan took the class and walked out under the crowd of disciples.
He didn't expect Yin Yin to wait outside, and he would greet him with a slight glimpse.
"Younger brother..."
The people around him quickly dispersed, and Luo Mingchuan was empty.
The passing disciples did not move around, leaving room for them.
"Awaiting for a long time?"
Yin Yin shook his head, "No."
They did not mention yesterday's dispute.
"Master is going to take me out today... I don't know when I will come back."
Luo Mingchuan smiled slightly, but then he sincerely congratulated Yin Yin on the road. "Jian Sheng teaches rare, and when the younger brother returns, he will definitely go further."
Yin Yi nodded more and more.
I don't know why, he explained it again, "I think it should be very fast."
Luo Mingchuan laughed,
"Let's go, I will send the younger brother back."
There was nothing to say, only the squeaking of the cloud boots on the thick leaves.
The two stopped at the Wuhua Peak, which was inaccessible. Biyuntian, yellow leaves, autumn and high.
Yin Yi feels that he has already thought clearly. "Senior brother, the matter of the exercises, will I decide when I come back?"
Luo Mingchuan did not answer.
He didn't know how to explain with his innocent teacher.
"Maybe I am not mature enough, but this time I went out with Master and traveled a lot. I will grow a lot. When I come back, let's find a way together... or, as the brothers said, wait for me to crown?"
Yin Yi believes that this is the best time for his ability to express himself. If the brothers still do not agree, then there is really no way. When I think of it, my eyes are unconsciously taking a bit of pleading.
Falling in the eyes of Luo Mingchuan, the younger brother of the younger brother has a cold look, and his eyes are like the autumn water, just like the soft-skinned kitten in the school, it seems pitiful.
He glanced at it, and he couldn’t take care of it at this moment. Zhangkou promised it. "Well, listen to you."
Yin Yi is more relaxed and smiles deeper.
Juggernaut came down from Yu Huafeng and was seeing this scene and snorted softly. Put a hand on the person behind him, "Don't send it, come back."
Jun Hao stopped in the same place, but did not go back.
Luo Mingchuan saluted the Juggernaut.
Wei Feng is not able to bear these vain, but this time it is quite useful. Even some funny thoughts, if you are a true immortal or a demon, you have to salute the old man, and this saint is worth it.
Yin Yi thought that he hadn’t said anything to the master before coming back. He walked over to Jun Hao and opened his mouth. He finally said annoyed nonsense. "Congratulations to the master's kendo."
Jun Yi thought for a moment, "The younger brother has also made a lot of progress."
His expression is still cold and his words are stiff.
But Yin Yue knows that the master has worked very hard.
He bowed his body and said goodbye. Jun Hao helped him up. Neither of them is a good person, but they have no sense of closeness with each other.
"Go, the fourth."
He finally looked back and saw Luo Mingchuan's figure standing in the morning light of autumn. The eyebrows are smiling, light and gentle, such as warm jade.

Yin Yiyue thought that Master was riding the wind and crossing the mainland in one day. No matter what he did, he would definitely be very fast.
But in fact, they are now shopping.
In the city of Lueyang, twenty miles away from the foot of the mountain, they passed through the crowds of people in the city.
It was only after a rain yesterday, the blue bricks were not dry, and the golden leaves of the phoenix tree were floating.
The wine on the high-rise building is lightly swayed, and the strong fragrance of the spirits overflows, mixing the hot air of the roadside mutton soup, which is enough to warm the coldness of the late autumn.
Many pedestrians copied their hands in the thin, and even the most beautiful young girls changed their summer skirts with thick cotton.
Juggernaut is very well placed with a cold cloak, and says,
"The yellow leaves are still wind and rain, and the broth is self-orchestral."
The autumn wind is a short sword, fine workmanship, and beads are decorated with a waist, like a gorgeous ornament.
And he himself is like a young boy who walks through the stage.
Yin Yue seems to suddenly understand why there are only a handful of people who have seen saints in the world.
Because people must not think that the saint will be like this.
After reading the poem, Juggernaut said to himself, "I remember that there is a braised sirloin in the slightly Yangcheng city... oh, the Luhua girl in the spring sleeve building, the little song sings better..." He turned to ask his own apprentice,
"The fourth child, have you visited the flower building?"
Yin Yin was so shocked that he didn’t come up, and he was almost killed by his own saliva.
"Cough and cough, no, no..."
This must not be what he meant!
Just like in Yecheng, he misunderstood and invited himself to visit the flower building.
Master’s practice is so unfathomable, and the character is so high in the mountains, how can he say this...
"Go, Master takes you around the flower building!"
Juggernaut waved his hand and dragged the little disciple of the hair into the back alley of the street.
Heaven is on! This time I really don't think much.
Passing through the warm alleys of the wine, the clothes and shadows come and go along the way. Yin Yue was a little embarrassed, and he didn’t come back until he stepped into the threshold.
In the spring sleeves, there are no lights in the day, and the light is dim. The brazier in the lobby was burning and creaking. Sitting in a scattered two or three tables, the guests were drinking and talking loudly and laughing.
The wife of the milfs, leaning against the counter, painted the nails with the impatiens, and glanced at the guests who had been in the door.
If it is not the sharp sense of smell of the practitioner, it can smell the faint smell of the powder and the fragrance of the flowers in the air. Yin Yue feels that Master is in the wrong place.
This is not the same as the flower building he imagined. Qaq
Say good lord to play. Qaq
Are they going to drink wine here to sit in the evening, waiting for some special night activities, such as the song of the Revhua girl?
Not thinking more about Yin Yin, Juggernaut has taken him to the counter and put a silver coin. "The boss wife, 'Floating Huan'?"
The more surprised Yin Yin discovered, his master would have a slightly Yang accent!
The proprietress took advantage of the silver and took out a jar of wine from the cabinet.
‘哐当’, a heavy fall on the table, dust flying.
The two found a corner of the window and sat down.
The swordsman's neatly opened the jars, and the fragrance of clear water overflowed.
Yin Yin gave the two men a bowl full of wine, while looking away from Master's gaze.
From time to time outside the window, there are girls in the flower gardens walking through the skirts, the sleeves are slim, the golden steps are shaking, and the spring is full of sunshine.
Not far from them, the table guests didn't know what to talk about, and laughed at the table.
Juggernaut drank a drink and satisfied with a sigh.
Asked casually, "What swords have you been practicing recently?"
Yin Yi was more cautious in answering the first answer. "The earliest practice of the Jianya swordsmanship, the practice of the cold water sword forty-nine after the cutting of the marrow, the Qingtian Bairi sword also learned a couple of points..."
Later, it was discovered that Master did ask questions casually.
Juggernaut exclaimed, "Hey...the sky, the old man's sword, the good sword..."
No more.
"What kind of tea do you like most?"

Junshan Yunwu Tea.

"The old man also likes that, but unfortunately there are not many good teas in recent years..."
Yin Yue suddenly felt that he was quiet.
From entering the Xingshan Temple to guarding the brothers, his spirit has always been highly tense. Because of uneasiness, I am nervous.
But at this moment, there are no conspiracy and puzzles, no pressure of pressure like a sword, and no pressure to practice without stopping.
Just like sitting under the banyan tree in the school, drinking tea with the house.
Now, with the Master, he is in the flower cellar of the flower building, and he is very busy. The heart is as quiet as it was at that time.
Drink wine and see the girl.
This is a waste of life, I do not know why, and do with Master, it seems that there is a sense of joy.
The jar was half empty, and Wei Feng was no longer pouring wine, and Yin Yue also let him down the bowl.
At this time, there was a real aloud story in the lobby.
"The proprietress, is there any ‘floating life’?

"The last altar, sell the table."
Yin Yin heard the sound and looked up, and was on the opposite side of the counter.
Both sides are a glimpse.
Where does life not meet? Three brothers! Why do you meet you every time, not drinking, or buying wine!
Yan Xing first saw the person at the same table as Yin Yin, and he doubted that he was drunk. "Master... Teacher..."
Juggernaut did not know where to find an empty wine bowl, and waved at him, "Come here."
Yan Yan ran over and squinted. "What did Master leave for me? Master is very kind to me..."
"I heard that Master is back, and I am still going to the end..."
This wine has the appearance of a sly, once again refreshed the image of the stalwart that Yin Yin and his heart interrupted the water knife Yan Xing.
No, the three brothers, you didn't catch up, you still come to the flower building to buy wine. We saw it with our own eyes.
Yin Yin turned to think about it. They had a total of six people in Huafeng, and now half of them are drinking wine. What is this called?
However, Yan Xing was very happy to drink, and ran to order a plate of marinated beef and vinegar to make peanuts, while talking and laughing with the boss who still has the charm, "Luchhua girl, how can you not sing a paragraph today?"
Yin Yi came to the spirit and looked at the girl.
I saw the boss's lazy answer, "I am committing autumn dryness, my throat hurts, I can't sing."
Yin Yin is again aphasia.
Juggernaut snorted, as if to sigh that he was too naive.
I am looking for someone to talk about this matter. Qaq