I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Liang Xie relieved himself of the burden of the Immortal Alliance and before leaving the Upper Immortal Realm, he returned to the Siming Dao Palace to say goodbye to everyone, so it was hard for him to leave without saying good-bye after making old friends.

He first went to the main hall to worship the tablets of the ancestors of the past generations, and offered some fresh fruits to Yu Qingyun's soul, in order to pay tribute to this elder who sacrificed himself for others in the war.

After packing everything, Liang Xin went to Yue Shenheng to explain his plans for a free world. As soon as he entered the room of the past heads of the Siming Dao Palace, he saw a young monk with almond-shaped eyes walking out of the room.

This monk is about twenty-four or five years old. He has a long sword in his hand that contains the breath of the new wind and winter snow. The hilt is shaped like a white plum, and the scabbard looks like it was made of frost and shimmers with cold light. It looks very special.

Liang Xin had never seen this person before, but he heard Yue Canheng remind him: "This person's name is Yu Huaixian. He was once a member of our Taoist sect. Later, because of his father, he left the Siming Taoist Palace and went to Liangsanzhou alone. After training, he became an escort for the Three-Part Escort Agency. I heard that he has a close personal relationship with Zhuang Jingtai of the Tongyuan Chamber of Commerce, and this time he came to do business for the young president."

"Yu Huaixian..." Liang Xin fell into a trance again because of the name. Afterwards, he chatted with Yue Shenheng for a few words, and after receiving blessings such as "I wish you peace", he raised his sword and went to the human world.

After a catastrophe, those who survived should reflect on themselves and enjoy this prosperous age under the sun.

After Liang Xie left the mountain, Yue Shenheng looked at the back of his old friend walking away carelessly, and saw the romantic spirit of the young people in the dojo when they were performing martial arts, which made him feel some generous and heroic feelings.

He strode back to the hall with a faint smile, and kowtowed to the farewell sword enshrined on the case that had once warmed the souls of his parents. He said that his parents, a pair of fateful couples, had arranged to be married for many lifetimes on the road to Huangquan. I don't know if they will be married now. Will we meet again in ordinary fireworks?

After praying three times, Yue Shenheng remembered that he had to attend to official duties. As soon as he got up, he saw a gray shadow stretching past his window.

"Shouldn't Elder Qianmian go to Fuyue Bookstore to teach at this time? Why do you have time to be lazy and drink here?" Yue Shenheng immediately went out and stopped the person, using his master's style to suppress them.

"Alas -" Yi Rong pretended to show a very aggrieved expression, "It's all because this group of disciples are so smart. Those brats learned what I taught them in less than three minutes, so this elder Just let them realize it on their own."

Yi Rong spoke sincerely, but what he got in return was Yue Shenheng's immovable smile for thousands of years, "Although Elder Lei ordered you to take over the Qianmian Lineage before retreating, I shouldn't have done anything to your disciples." There are so many things to do…”

Yue Shen stopped talking at this point, because he clearly saw Yi Rong rolling up the sleeves of his tattered robe, raising his hands to cover his ears, as if he didn't want to listen to his nagging, and discussing with him teaching students in accordance with their aptitude. question.

"Ignore this for now, then why don't you change your appearance and serve as two thousand-faced elders, one with the surname of Lei and the other with the surname of Yi, but they look exactly the same? Isn't it too much? Have you forgotten that Senior Sister Song Lu fell in love with you at the beginning? The male appearance is almost..." Yue Shenheng changed the topic and continued to talk to him about the rules.

When Yi Rong heard this, his eyes widened immediately. Yu Jian was about to run away, but he came back unconvinced on the way. He took off the Taoist priest Luo Tuo's skin and turned into a charming girl without any rouge, lying on his side. He smiled on the sword and said: "Thank you for the teaching, Master, but if you say that I am like this, I am afraid those young disciples will not listen to me obediently, and..."

Yue Shenheng looked at the person who was returning and saw the girl winking at him. He sighed and walked over, but he heard Yi Rong shouting in his ear with a higher volume: "Why do you care so much?" How generous? Butler Yue——"

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Grain Rain season, the end of spring, should be a time of continuous drizzle, but the Amiyan Desert in Tianxuan Kingdom is covered with red sand as far as the eye can see.

An old inn stands abruptly in the wilderness. The red cloth hanging on the broken signboard at the door floats in the air in the wind, like a blood-red flag calling out the lost souls.

"It's time to close." The waiter moved a few jars of soju and distributed them to the merchants and a few people staying in the hotel. When he closed the window, he saw that it was getting late outside and no one would come to check in. He was about to hang the door bolt, and suddenly I heard several camel bells ringing in the distance.

"Hey, that young hero is back." The waiter shook the white rag in his hand neatly, and ran out to meet the young hero he mentioned.

The sun sets over the long river, and the scattered red halo on the horizon is swallowed up by blue-gray clouds. Two camels stopped in front of the inn, carrying two pale and unconscious people on their humps.

The waiter went up to check on the two men. One was alive and the other was dead. And this was already the fifty-seventh person brought back by the camel. The number was the same as that of the massive caravan that disappeared into the Gobi a few days ago.

Amiyan is the legendary place of death. The old man said that the most precious thing in the world is hidden deep in the Gobi. No one knows what it is, but those who have the courage to break in will never come back.

"You mean there's something weird in the Gobi?"

"It's very strange. A group of caravans were trapped inside and disappeared two days ago."

Not long ago, the waiter accidentally told a story about Amiyan. A man in red clothes who was having tea in the inn became interested and asked him about the caravan. Then he threw down a money bag and left. , before leaving, he also specifically asked him to pay attention to the people coming out of the desert.

At first, the waiter didn't understand what this man meant. It wasn't until the next day that the caravan's camel came back carrying a person, and he knew that the young man in red had gone into the Gobi to save people.

Moreover, it only took this man less than two days to transport the entire caravan out of that hellish place, and even the goods they carried were in large quantities. He was really a strange man.

However, most of the strange people's actions are out of reach, and I don't know if the young man in red will appear again. After all, there is still some money left in the money given by the other party. If there is a fate, he will definitely return it to that person.

The waiter thought so, feeling that he had another interesting topic to talk about in his ordinary life. He couldn't help but smile knowingly, and hurriedly helped the injured man into the store to find a doctor.

"It's rare, is this actually a magnolia flower?"

A full moon hung high overhead.

After Liangxin found the last two people in the missing caravan and sent them safely out of the Gobi, he was attracted by the various stones buried under the red sand.

The light yellow and brown ones are agate, and the blue-green ones are mud stones. Liangxin picked some patterns and placed them under the moonlight to look at them carefully. It was hard to believe that the strange lines on these stones were actually formed naturally. That is the unique beauty of life that even the best painters cannot paint.

In a few days, it will be the ninth year of Liang Ke's journey into the human world. When he entered this desert, he thought that there was an evil spirit at work, but he didn't expect that it was just a celestial being deliberately trying to make things difficult for the poor mortals. In the past nine years, he has traveled to almost every inch of the seven mortal countries and seen countless wonders and people of all kinds.

The scenery ranges from magnificent and vast to desolate and desolate. There are good and bad people, and some people don’t even know what they are. So when he occasionally meddles in other people's business, he not only saves people, but also kills people.

This kind of Liangmei lives too freely. He never stays in a place for a long time, nor does he travel with anyone.

As time passed, old people in the immortal world said that he became more and more like a knight-errant, because he rarely used his spiritual power when walking in the world of mortals, and his food and clothing expenses were the same as those of a mortal, and he did not look like a monk at all. But occasionally there was some trouble in the immortal world, and when he went to join in the fun, those who had fought with him felt that this person was practicing some unique technique among the common people.