Volume 1: The Great Tribulation of Longhan Chapter 42: Taiyin is born, Mingyu is drunk

The Moon, under the laurel tree.

"The moon is the essence of the moon..."

Mingyu sat in front of Chang'e and listened quietly to her explanation of the Taiyin Avenue.

Chang'e's voice is very gentle and pleasant to hear.

What she said was very considerate of Mingyu, the Golden Immortal, and she didn't talk about too many or too profound truths.

Mingyu couldn't understand those things for the time being. Even if Chang'e explained it clearly, he wouldn't understand.

The great way ultimately depends on the word "enlightenment".

However, what the listeners "understand" will deviate from what the lecturer "explains".

Just like now, the "moon" or "Taiyin Avenue" that Chang'e told him about is the most righteous and pure Taiyin.

Mingyu heard all of this clearly and understood it, but he only "realized" a little bit.

I got eight words: "Taiyin creates and nourishes all things."

This is his entire understanding of the "moon" and the "Yin".

The final destination of this understanding is still on the avenue of "life", which is his major.

"Taiyin creates and nourishes all things..." When Chang'e heard Mingyu say these eight words, her beautiful eyes moved slightly and she murmured to herself.

Then she smiled, looked at Mingyu seriously, and said, "Mingyu has a natural talent for enlightenment."

"Hey, really? Sister Chang'e must have explained it well, otherwise Mingyu wouldn't have figured it out."

After getting Chang'e's approval, Mingyu reached out and touched the back of his head, revealing his big white teeth and smiling happily.

"Are you tired, sister? How about we stop and drink some osmanthus wine to quench our thirst?"

Mingyu said, licking her lips.

The previous osmanthus wine was snatched away by the jealous guy Xi Ye, so Chang Xi was very considerate and compensated him with two more cups.

I have to admit that the laurel tree is worthy of being one of the ten innate spiritual roots.

He drank the osmanthus wine only once, and he still savors it to this day.

The key is that osmanthus wine contains majestic spiritual energy and the essence of the Taiyin Dao. Not only can it improve one's cultivation, it also helps to comprehend the Taiyin Dao.

Mingyu looked up at the huge laurel tree. No wonder her two sisters liked to sit here.

He sat under the laurel tree for more than 10,000 years. His understanding of Taoism increased a little bit, and his cultivation showed signs of a breakthrough.

However, he held back for the time being and was not in a hurry to break through.

Let it settle for a while, it never hurts to lay a solid foundation.

Chang'e looked at Mingyu's greedy look and couldn't help but smile. She said:

"Then let's stop here."

She stretched and slowly stood up.

Over there, Xiye also finished his questioning.

This jealous guy firmly disagreed with Mingyu monopolizing his two sisters.

He insisted on pulling Chang Xi along to give him some special treatment.

Mingyu lay on the table, staring at Chang'e, or rather, the jade pot in Chang'e's hand.

As the osmanthus wine slowly poured into the cup, Mingyu sniffed, looking intoxicated.

Seeing his exaggerated look, Xiye curled her lips and said, "Isn't it just a cup of osmanthus wine? What's the big deal?"

Mingyu took the osmanthus wine handed to her by Chang'e and ignored him.

Is it really that serious? Who was the guy who rushed to drink it before?

Chang Xi found it a little funny when he saw the two young men fighting with each other.

"Sister Chang Xi, is it your turn to tell me about Taiyin Avenue next?"

Mingyu finished a cup of osmanthus wine, took another cup, moved her seat, squeezed past Xiye and came to Changxi's side.

Chang Xi glanced at Xi Ye and blinked his beautiful eyes.

"OK!"

She nodded in agreement.

"That's great!" Mingyu pretended to cheer and secretly glanced at Xiye.

Sure enough, Xiye's purple eyes flashed with a faint light.

With her two sisters in front of her, Mingyu was not afraid of anything and chatted with Chang Xi and Chang'e.

Talk about sacred anecdotes and ancient secrets.

Deliberately leaving Xiye aside.

The faint light in Xiye's purple eyes became even brighter. He sat aside, playing with the jade pot.

Suddenly, his eyes moved and the dim light disappeared.

He poured the osmanthus wine silently, and when Mingyu took a break, he gave him a cup and signaled him to continue talking.

Mingyu looked at Xiye, who was acting out of character, and was a little confused. She looked carefully at the osmanthus wine in her hand.

No problem.

Mingyu thought that Xiye was planning to reconcile with him but was just too embarrassed to say it out loud because of his face.

He just tilted his head back and drank it.

He smacked his lips and found the taste was fine.

So I continued talking.

Xiye would also bring him a cup of osmanthus wine from time to time.

He accepted it all and drank it all in one gulp.

Watching Xiye pouring osmanthus wine for Mingyu non-stop, Chang'e wanted to say something, but Chang Xi secretly pulled her hand, so Chang'e had to give up.

The corners of their mouths curved up.

Mingyu didn't think much of it when she saw it. She thought the two sisters found the story interesting, so she told it even more enthusiastically.

While telling the story, we drank cup after cup of osmanthus wine.

As Mingyu drank, she began to feel dizzy.

His face was also red.

He shook his head, trying to clear himself.

The result made me even more dizzy.

In a trance, he saw Xiye smiling happily.

"you……"

The Yin-Yang Sword was instantly grasped.

But before he could swing it, he felt himself losing consciousness.

…

"Oh, my head hurts so bad..."

Under the laurel tree , Mingyu woke up, covering her head.

He quickly felt around his body.

The clothes were a little messy, but the sun and moon diagram and the life halo were still there.

"Where's my Yin Yang Sword?!"

Mingyu looked around, then turned around and saw the Yin-Yang Sword stuck not far away.

He waved his hand and took it back.

He stood up unsteadily.

"Hey, you awake?"

An annoying voice was heard.

Mingyu looked up and looked at Xiye sitting on the laurel tree.

I want to be angry, but my headache is so severe.

I had no choice but to sit under the tree and lie back on the table.

"Where are your two sisters?"

"I went into seclusion."

"Why am I lying on the ground?"

"You insisted on lying under the laurel tree, and I couldn't stop you."

"Why are you still here?"

"Practice, and wait for the person who is talking nonsense to wake up."

Xiye responded slowly.

Hearing this, Mingyu felt her head hurt even more.

He held his head with both hands, buried his head, his ears were a little red, and asked in a low voice:

"Did I say anything rude or do anything disrespectful?"

Xiye looked at Mingyu who had buried her head, his eyes twinkling with stars, and said in a playful tone:

"What could be so rude? I just said that I had learned a lot from Senior Feng Xi, and I have a great musicality. I sang some inexplicable ballads.

It sounds a bit like the war song of the three tribes, but it is also very different. I have to say it has some mysterious aspects to it."

Mingyu thought about it carefully and her ears turned even redder.

"What else?"

"Even when I was unconscious, I still respected and loved Nuxi-senpai.

Ah, such praise is beyond my comprehension in my entire life. I admire you so much!"

“That’s all?” Mingyu buried his head deeper.

"Of course there was, and I don't know who it was, but he sang loudly, took off his clothes, held the Yin-Yang sword, and danced wildly, calling it the Mingyu Sword Dance.

You forced me and my two sisters to watch it, and if we didn't, you would draw your sword and commit suicide.

If the Yin Yang Sword had a spirit, it probably wouldn't have thought that one day it would almost kill its own master!"

Mingyu's ears turned red and she lay on the table motionless.

"etc."

He suddenly stood up and checked again, and his clothes were clearly only a little messy.

Xiye stretched out his waist and leaned lazily against the laurel tree.

“Don’t look at it, of course I put your clothes on you.

You don't think that it was Sister who put it on you when you were so disrespectful? "

Hearing this, Mingyu breathed a sigh of relief.

But when he thought back to what happened when he was drunk, he got a headache.

How can I meet my two sisters next time? !

Thinking of this, he stared at Xi Ye on the tree with resentment.