villain is a good guy

Yan Rongyi rubbed her cheeks, thinking it wasn't a question of whether to fuck or not.

It's a question of whether it will work.

It is true that even if he is not from this world, he can get a glimpse of how powerful the No. [-] sword cultivator in the world is with his natal flying sword.

Furthermore, natal flying sword, natal flying sword, just look at their names, and you will know their preciousness.

But to him, it is like the exercises written in the "Strategy", flashy and completely useless.

But Yan Rongyi could no longer ignore Venerable Chengying's kindness.

He looked at the bamboo building where Venerable Chengying was located with a complicated expression, and after a few breaths, he finally raised his hand and grasped the Chengying sword.

The air wave slammed out, Fuxi was stunned again, and fell into the snowdrift.

Countless monks wandering on the floating mountain with treasures fell from mid-air like dumplings.

There were countless screams for a while, and the disciples of all factions mobilized collectively to find their master who fell in the snow.

Only Yan Rongyi stood firmly in front of the sword, her black hair loosened wantonly.

He squinted his peach-blossom eyes and saw the word "Chengying" clearly on the sword body, and his heart suddenly felt infinitely sad.

As time passed and the stars moved, a broken picture appeared in front of Yan Rongyi's eyes.

He knew that it was the residual memory of this body, and he did not reject it, allowing the past to swallow him up.

"When the Chengying sword comes out, all ghosts will cry." The venerable Chengying in a black robe sat on the ground, with a faint frost between his brows.

Yan Rongyi lay on Venerable Chengying's lap, holding a bamboo sword in his hand, and gestured: "Master, Chengying Sword is your natal flying sword, why did you put it in the main hall of our Fushan School?" ?”

For the sword cultivators of the Fushan School, whenever they have their own Flying Sword, they will treasure it in the sword pill, and even if they take it out, they will never leave their hands.

Venerable Chengying held Yan Rongyi's wrist, tapped a few acupuncture points with his pale fingertips, and frowned first, teaching: "Wrong, the mind doesn't work like this."

Then he explained: "At the beginning of the establishment of the Fushan School as a teacher, the Fushan was held up with ninety-nine 81 sharp swords, and the Chengying sword happened to be the eye of the formation."

"But now the floating mountain is on the giant kun's back..."

"The giant kun was found later for my teacher." Venerable Cheng Ying skimmed through the twists and turns lightly, and pressed Yan Rongyi's frivolous wrist again, "Wrong again."

Yan Rongyi's mind was not on practicing the sword, he turned over, rested his chin, and looked at the master with a smile: "You put the sword in the main hall, if you are attacked, don't you have a weapon at hand?"

Venerable Chengying stared at Yan Rongyi's peach blossom eyes, and said seriously: "Rongyi, what is sword intent?"

Yan Rongyi's face instantly turned bitter.

"When you understand Fushan Sword Intent, you will understand that everything in the world is the sword in your hand..."

He didn't like long speeches, so he jumped up from the ground in a hurry, holding his own small bamboo sword, with grass leaves all over his buttocks, and ran away in despair under the helpless eyes of Venerable Chengying.

The screen turns.

Yan Rongyi stood in the center of Fushan's main hall, behind him were countless disciples of Fushan kneeling on the ground.

With a sullen face, he listened to the "big brother" in his ears again and again, all his attention was on Cheng Yingjian, who was sleeping quietly in the middle of the hall.

"Rong Yi." The indifferent voice suddenly sounded.

Yan Rongyi woke up suddenly, looked away, and knelt down on one knee: "Master."

The black figure gradually appeared a slender silhouette in mid-air.

Wrapped in a pitch-black robe, Venerable Chengying had his hands behind his back, and the corners of his robe floated lightly.

Those amber eyes reflected the disciples of the Fushan Sect who were kneeling closely, but there was no movement, they only frowned and said to Yan Rongyi: "Why are you still here?"

"Master, the opening ceremony has passed. As a senior brother, I should take the new disciples to the secret realm to practice."

Venerable Cheng Ying didn't even think about it, and said coldly: "I don't allow it."

Yan Rongyi still knelt on the ground, neither humble nor overbearing: "You have accompanied me to that secret realm once, and you won't come out—"

"Not allowed."

"I'll be careful—"

"No!"

Yan Rongyi got up helplessly, stepped on the sword and flew behind Venerable Cheng Ying, and complained in a low voice with a voice that only two people could hear: "Master, the Nether Secret Realm is very close, and it takes less than a week to go back and forth. You practice the sword, and I will be back .”

"You still want to go down the mountain?" Venerable Cheng Ying was furious, and he waved his sleeves and slammed at Yan Rongyi, but the moment he raised his arms, he stopped his figure and let the breeze blow his forehead Before the broken hair.

"I see, you want to be mad to death as a teacher." Venerable Chengying's face was frosty, before he could refute, he cast a spell with all his heart, and directly brought him back to the bamboo building.

Yan Rongyi wasn't angry when he didn't go down the mountain, leaning against the door, lazily tugging at the sleeve of Venerable Chengying: "Master, I'm the senior brother of the Fushan School, your only disciple, how can I stay on the mountain every day? Why don't you go out to practice?"

Venerable Chengying opened his hand and said angrily, "I won't allow it!"

Then slammed the door.

- Boom!

Yan Rongyi staggered back to her senses.

Fuxi, who fell into the snowdrift, also faintly woke up: "I must have been dreaming just now, how could Venerable Chengying give the flying sword of his life to that bastard Yan Rongyi?"

With its head full of shattered snow, Chongming Bird crawled out of the snowdrift listlessly: "Oh, I must have not slept well the day before yesterday. If Senior Brother Wangshui finds out about such an annoying dream, he will tell me again. Heart Sutra—ah!"

Fuxi, who saw the sun again, met Yan Rongyi, who was squatting by the snowdrift, holding Chengying sword.

The little bird, who had done countless psychological construction, looked at Cheng Yingjian, screamed, and fainted again.

Yan Rongyi: "..." I didn't move my hands, really not.

Yan Rongyi couldn't bear it, reached out and grabbed Fuxi by the back of the neck, picked up the snow-covered Chongming Bird, and found that the flame on its tail had dimmed again.

Yan Rongyi was startled: the aura that the master just passed to him, won't it disappear all of a sudden, right?

Just as he was thinking, Jian Xiao suddenly came from afar.

"Master——Master!" Bai Shuang, who stepped on the sword, came like a gust of wind, followed by two light blue lines of fire.

The burning real fire came to Yan Rongyi one step ahead of Baishuang, and turned into a ball of fire again, floating happily on his shoulders.

"Senior Brother Yan, do you know..." Bai Shuang hurried over with the sword behind her back, halfway through speaking, seeing him holding the Chongming Bird and the sword, her hairs stood on her head and she shouted, "The bird stays under the sword!"

Yan Rongyi was taken aback, her fingers lost strength.

slap.

The unlucky Chongming bird fell to the ground again.

"Senior Brother Yan, why are you still like this?" Bai Shuang held Fuxi in her arms distressedly, and carefully wiped off the snow on its wings with her sleeve, "Ten years ago, I said every day that I would roast Fuxi to eat... They are all bigu people, how can they be more hungry!"

Well, it's another scapegoat left by the previous traversers.

He observes the nose, the nose and the heart, and responds to all changes with the same.

Fortunately, after Bai Shuang complained a few words, she was attracted by the sword in Yan Rongyi's arms: "Chengying Sword—!"

The three simple words, Bai Shuang insisted on cadence-from unbelievable, to gnashing of teeth, then to jealous and unwilling, and finally ended in frustration.

"Master really loves you the most." Bai Shuang sat down in the snow in despair, like a child who tried his best but didn't get the teacher's praise.

Yan Rongyi leaned over and explained kindly: "I have lost all my cultivation, and Master wants me to go to the Nether Secret Realm, so he let me carry the Yingying Sword for self-defense."

Bai Shuang's expression became even more painful when he heard this: "It's just a dark secret place, and a disciple who just started and doesn't know how to control a sword can handle it. Master actually gave you the Yingying Sword???"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi sat beside Bai Shuang with a serious expression.

Bai Shuang stared at him dissatisfied: "Are you here to show off?"

Yan Rongyi: "No, I was thinking, am I really that useless?"

The waste is here, the secret realm that beginners can easily brush, and Venerable Chengying took out the natal flying sword for him.

Bai Shuang patted Yan Rongyi's shoulder with emotion: "Senior brother Yan, you are not a waste."

Yan Rongyi: "?"

Bai Shuang looked into his eyes and said sincerely: "You are even worse than trash!"

Yan Rongyi: "..." But shut up.

In fact, Bai Shuang was telling the truth.

Since ancient times, cultivating immortals has been against the sky. Those who win the Tao will ascend to become immortals, and those who lose will be reduced to dust.

Yan Rongyi, the master brother of the Fushan School who was originally amazingly talented, lost his cultivation as early as when his dantian was shattered.

Even before Bai Shuang went to Siguoya, she was fully prepared to face a skeleton that didn't breathe.

Of course, it was unexpected that Yan Rongyi was still alive, but in the future...

Bai Shuang didn't say anything, but felt a little sad.

In his opinion, Luo Yu will soon replace Yan Rongyi and become the new generation leader of the Fushan School, as well as the only senior brother.

For some reason, Bai Shuang's eyes suddenly flashed deep disgust.

He got up, grabbed Yan Rongyi's sleeve, and said bitterly: "Since Master gave you the Chengying Sword, what are you still doing here?"

Yan Rongyi staggered to his feet, rolled his eyes, and coughed weakly in front of Bai Shuang: "I have injuries on my body, don't you know?"

Startled, Bai Shuang withdrew her hands in a panic, apparently recalling his dying appearance in the Cliff of Thoughts.

Seeing the situation, Yan Rong suppressed the smile on the corner of her mouth.

The wounds on his body were almost healed after being frozen by Venerable Chengying. As for the wounds inside, he couldn't feel them because his cultivation base was gone anyway.

So now it is deliberately scaring Bai Shuang.

"Forget it, I'm not urging you." Bai Shuang with a straight face, stepped back a few steps, as if worried that Yan Rongyi would faint in a second, and then put the blame on herself, she was extremely cautious, "You... ...you do it yourself!"

After speaking, holding Fuxi in his arms, Yu Jian ran away.

Yan Rongyi shook her head amusedly, turned around and went back to her bamboo building to rest.

He originally thought that he would see Bai Shuang again only after returning from the Nether Secret Realm, but unexpectedly, the next morning, he was carried from the bamboo building to the side of the Tai Chi Dojo by the stinky Jianxiu.

"Master wants me and Senior Brother Wang Shui to accompany you to the Nether Secret Realm." Bai Shuang had obviously resigned to her fate, and kicked the grass leaves on the edge of the dojo, "Really, it's fine if I go, please forget about it." What is Brother Shui doing?"

"...Brother still has a competition today, I'm really afraid that he will be distracted because of you bastard!"

Bai Shuang complained for a while, seeing that Yan Rongyi hadn't spoken, suddenly felt that what she just said was too much, her face turned red and then pale, and she changed the subject embarrassingly: "Forget it, isn't it just a secret place of darkness? Let's just go down the mountain to play. "

After saying that, seeing Yan Rongyi's expressionless face, staring into the distance with "sorrow", he was startled: "Actually... Actually, I was also going down the mountain, and going to the Nether Secret Realm is the way. Brother Yan, don't worry about it." .”

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Bai Shuang panicked: "It doesn't matter if you don't have any cultivation base, and most of the disciples who went to the Nether Secret Realm don't have any cultivation base either."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Just when Bai Shuang was so helpless and wanted to find Wang Shui to comfort him, Yan Rongyi suddenly said quietly: "Master really loves me."

Bai Shuang: "...?"

Yan Rongyi embraced the sword in her arms: "When you were just getting started and had no cultivation base, did you touch Chengying Sword?"

Bai Shuang: "..."

Forget it, let's cut it off.

Bai Shuang thought to herself, I can't have such a bad senior brother.