The villain is whitewashed: I don’t want to be a villain even if I am killed

Even if a little foundation-building cultivator bears the pressure of your spirit transformation, even if he doesn't die, his meridians will probably be severed, and he won't live long. "

"It can't be saved, let him suffer less!" Xiao Chuyi replied.

The meaning is obvious, if there is no hope of returning to life while alive, it would be more enjoyable to kill directly.

Poor little Lin Bufan was so frightened that he almost flew out of his wits. He was very worried that the two big guys would kill him with a fireball.

Then, his wrist was grabbed by a silky slender hand, and he paused for about a minute.

"The pulse condition is not bad, it should recover."

"The best pill, give me one." Xiao Chuyi said without hesitation.

He didn't want to bear the reputation of killing his apprentice with his own hands.

Furthermore, although the great apprentice did not like him, he was not to the point of wanting him to die.

Yi Ningmei: "The best eight-grade go to Yuan Dan, one hundred thousand top-grade spirit stones."

"You're asking for a lot of money." Xiao Chu's tone was unsteady, obviously he didn't expect a small pill to be so expensive.

"You go to the auction house to inquire. One hundred thousand is considered cheap. If you go to the auction house, 20 is possible."

"Then, where's the elixir ordered again? Here's one!"

"Seventh grade Huanyang Pill, [-] top grade spirit stones."

"I haven't been able to save [-] high-grade spirit stones in a year, and you only have [-] for a broken pill." Xiao Chu said angrily.

Everyone thinks that sword cultivators are tall and powerful, but in fact, sword cultivators are the poorest and least able to make money.

I only know that a sword fights against the end of the world, but I don't know that a hero bows down for Doumi.

Always a noble and glamorous appearance, disdain for those outside the body.

When I really need money, I start to yell at the unfairness of this world.

Why are there some people who have no strength or good looks but are so rich? My father is so powerful and looks so handsome, but he has no money.

Why?
Yi Ningmei was overwhelmed straight away: "Look at the way you're digging and searching, the third-grade rejuvenation pill is here for you."

"Okay, as long as the third grade, how many spirit stones, I never owe others favors." Xiao Chuyi's tone was much better.

It is said that I will give it away, and I will definitely not need many spirit stones.

Yi Ningmei shook her head and didn't want to talk to him anymore, a delicate jade bottle appeared out of thin air in her hand, she poured out one and stuffed it into Lin Bufan's mouth.

But it's not really only the third-grade pill, but the sixth-grade vitality pill, which is also worth thousands of top-grade spirit stones!
For alchemy masters, the most important thing is money, don't bother to worry about it, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda.

"20 yuan low-grade spirit stone."

Yi Ningmei said something after getting up, and then flew away.

Xiao Chuyi rummaged through the storage bag and poured out some low-grade spirit stones. When he looked up again, he had disappeared.

"Come tomorrow, don't forget to send it to someone."

Afterwards, he actually took out a small notebook, wrote down the matter of returning the spirit stone, and put it back in his pocket.

Then go to see Lin Bufan.

Strangely, he lay on the ground with his head against Lin Bufan's chest and heard his heartbeat.

After feeling his heartbeat, he actually broke his eyelids again, as if he was still confirming whether he was dead or not.

After rolling his eyelids, he put his hand on the wing of his nose again, feeling his breath.

This silly operation made Lin Bufan speechless, and had to open his eyes.

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Oh!" Xiao Chuyi was taken aback, jumped up and took two steps back, stuttering a bit, "No, it's good if you're not dead, go back and take a good rest."

"Yes!" Lin Bufan nodded weakly. Although he felt much more comfortable after taking a elixir, it was still impossible to be alive and kicking immediately.

He thought that Master would release a flying sword to take him back to Yujue Peak.

however…

But Xiao Chuyi seemed to have a guilty conscience, turned around and disappeared.

Just like that, he left the seriously injured apprentice and left directly.

Seeing the direction in which he disappeared, Lin Bufan was powerless to complain.

Doesn't he know that a seriously injured person cannot fly with a sword?
Is it impossible for him to climb back to Yujue Peak?

The fairyland-like high mountains and cliffs, although beautiful to look at, are heights that ordinary people will never be able to reach.

"Hey! Your master is too unreliable." Even Lao Hei, who was sitting by the side, couldn't stand it any longer.

"Yeah! It's really unreliable." Lin Bufan smiled bitterly. No wonder the original owner's president was crooked. It has a lot to do with this master's inability to teach.

Although the original owner's evil was a plot conceived by Lin Bufan himself, but at this moment he couldn't help but regard this place as the real world.

Since it is true, then the original owner must find a bad reason for him to be bad.

When writing the novel, he didn't think about why the original owner was broken.

After coming to this world, the problems that he hadn't thought about before were sternly placed in front of him.

I don't know how long it took, probably in the middle of the night, Lin Bufan finally got some strength, released the flying sword and climbed up, and Lao Hei also jumped up.

On the way to Yujue Peak, Lin Bufan crawled on the flying sword, and he could see the beautiful mountain scenery under the moonlight without bowing his head.

If he didn't have that elixir, he might have to lie on the competition table for days and nights.

Therefore, he should thank Yi Ningmei, and he must thank him again.

……

In the early morning of the second day, Lin Bufan's body recovered to a minimum, and he was resting on the bed when a boy's voice came from the entrance of the cave: "Uncle Lin, Master Xiao wants to see you."

Under normal circumstances, it is difficult for the master to condescend to come to the disciple's cave. When the master wants to see the disciple, the disciple always runs to the master.

Lin Bufan got up and rubbed his chest, then turned into a mirror, took a look at his appearance, tidied his hair, and walked out of the cave.

This is the first time in ten years that Xiao Chuyi took the initiative to meet the big apprentice.

Xiao Chuyi didn't live in a cave, but lived in a courtyard. The courtyard was a unique and exquisite French house, and the original owner hadn't set foot there for ten years.

When Lin Bufan walked in, Xiao Chuyi was sitting on a rattan chair in the courtyard, and there was still steaming spirit tea on the small table. When he saw Lin Bufan coming in, he poured a cup and put it beside him. .

"Master!" Lin Bufan looked strangely reserved.

"Sit down, master and apprentice haven't chatted for a long time, sit down and chat." Xiao Chuyi pointed to the chair next to him.

"Yes!" Lin Bufan sat down obediently.

He thought to himself, as long as the master can apologize for hurting him for no reason yesterday, he will try to forget about it.

After all, he had been kind to the original owner in the past, but it was only later that the original owner failed to live up to expectations, which made him feel cold.

However, this wish was doomed to fail.

Xiao Chuyi didn't ask him to come over to apologize, but asked straight to the point.

"Where did you learn your sword moves?"

The tone is quite serious and bitingly cold.

As his apprentice, Lin Bufan actually defeated his proud disciple with a trick he learned from elsewhere, which hurt his self-esteem very much.

Everyone is an expert, and other real people can see it, and some people even said sarcastic words to him.

Let his old face have no place to rest.