villain is a good guy

Yan Rongyi: "..." No, I don't want to go.

He really didn't want to go.

Elder Yuxuan said that his soul is unstable, if he runs outside again, isn't he courting death?

However, Venerable Chengying emphasized: "If I keep him in the Fushan School, he will say that I don't respect him."

Yan Rongyi: "..." No, it's not me.

It was the previous traversers.

"...I used my spiritual power to seal his damaged meridians and dantian. I just went to the Nether Secret Realm, and I won't get hurt again." Rather than saying that Venerable Cheng Ying was explaining to Elder Yuxuan, it is better to say that he was persuading Own.

Yan Rongyi couldn't bear it anymore, she spat out a mouthful of blood in anger.

"Rongyi!" Venerable Cheng Ying immediately supported his back and said anxiously, "How do you feel?"

Yan Rongyi smiled weakly: "Master..."

"Don't worry, I won't stop you as a teacher." Venerable Chengying lowered his eyes, his black eyelashes trembling violently, "If I stop you again, I will go to the cliff and wait for a hundred years as a teacher!"

Upon hearing this, Elder Yuxuan said "no" several times, and then anxiously persuaded Yan Rongyi, whose mouth was twitching: "His lord really agrees with you to go down the mountain. Nephew Yan, don't be angry!"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi vomited another mouthful of blood.

He might as well faint until night, wait for the new disciples of Fushan Sect to go down the mountain, and wake up again!

But anyway, his going down the mountain was settled.

Venerable Chengying carefully sealed all the wounds in his body with spiritual power, and stuffed the Chengying Sword wrapped in the moon shadow veil into his arms, without showing any concern for the wrapped flying sword of his life dissatisfied.

Yan Rongyi sat on the couch speechlessly, hesitant to speak: "Master, I actually don't want to go down the mountain."

Venerable Chengying gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a veil, and didn't take his words seriously: "You don't have to do this, as a teacher, I won't lock you up on Fushan like before. Master had no choice but to Please forgive Master."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

When mentioning the past, Yan Rongyi didn't dare to speak.

He sat up from the jade couch bitterly, and saluted Elder Yuxuan.

When the female swordsman looked at him, there was still unbearable water in her eyes, as if in the next second, he was about to perish like her hapless junior sister.

Yan Rongyi couldn't take it anymore, she got up and said she was going to find Baishuang and Wangshui.

"Master, has the competition of Junior Brother Wang Shui started?"

Venerable Chengying didn't care about the petty fights among his disciples, so he casually glanced at Elder Yuxuan.

Yuxuan understood: "The result of the lottery has just come out, Wangshui will play against Wangyougu's Guixiu, Guixia."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi: "What the hell?"

Yuxuan thought he didn't hear clearly, so she repeated patiently: "Gui Xia."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

He had deep doubts about the name-naming ability of the disciples of Wangyou Valley.

"Are you interested?" Venerable Cheng Ying saw that Yan Rongyi fell silent, his eyes were empty and confused, and his heart ached.

This is his most beloved disciple.

Yan Rongyi, the former head disciple of the Fushan School, who could not be dealt with by even ten ghost summers.

Now he has become a cripple who relies on spiritual energy to survive, and even loses his natal flying sword.

He had a past where he looked down on the world and swung his sword across the world, how could he accept a mediocre life like an ant?

The more Cheng Ying thought about it, the more distressed he became. He flicked his sleeves violently, and the air seemed to fluctuate again.

It just disappeared.

Yan Rongyi looked inexplicably at the place where the master disappeared, and suddenly Yuxuan's faint sigh came from her ear.

He had goosebumps all over his body: "Elder Yuxuan, if you have something to say, you might as well speak up."

"No, it's all words that Martial Nephew Yan didn't like to hear in the past, so it's useless to say more." Yu Xuan picked up the bluish-white whisk hanging from her arms, swept across the sky, and they had arrived in front of the glazed pagoda.

Wangshui was not in the tower, only Baishuang, like an ant on a hot pot, was pacing anxiously with his sword in his hand.

"The competition hasn't started yet, so go and have a look." Elder Yuxuan took out the jade bottle from the wooden box and handed it to Yan Rongyi, "Although the Nether Secret Realm is not a dangerous secret realm, It’s always good to have more pills, so keep them.”

Yan Rongyi thanked Elder Yuxuan, put on the mask, and walked out of the glazed pagoda with Bai Shuang.

The competition in the Tai Chi dojo has already begun.

Venerable Chengying sealed Yan Rongyi's injury with aura, and the aura overflowing from the sword array no longer affected him.

Bai Shuang didn't know what was going on, and asked worriedly: "The wound on your body..."

Yan Rongyi calmly stated the diagnosis result of Elder Yuxuan: "The soul is unstable."

Bai Shuang took a breath: "Could it be because of being locked up by Binding Dragon for ten years?"

He pretended to be profound and remained silent.

"It must be." Bai Shuang asked herself and answered, "Fushan has established a school for thousands of years, Senior Brother Yan, you are the only one who was locked by the dragon-binding lock and still walked out of Siguo Cliff alive."

It turns out that binding the dragon lock is so dangerous.

Yan Rongyi hid her surprised expression behind the mask, and looked up at Wangshui floating in mid-air.

Jianxiu in white is stepping on the radiant Xiaoyao sword, his figure is as tall and straight as a pine, and he is carrying the pride of a Fushan disciple, while his opponent, Gui Xia, is the ghost who scolded Yan Rongyi like a dog in the Taiji dojo that day build.

... It's really a narrow road to enemies.

Gui Xia knew that he couldn't beat Wangshui, so he sulked while carrying the sickle.

Wang Shui probably also thought the lottery result was interesting, so he raised his right hand, signaling Gui Xia to make the first move.

Gui Xia just didn't make a move, and stood on the court like a temper tantrum, ignoring the boos one after another from the sidelines, and when it was time for a stick of incense, he raised his hands to express abandonment.

"Who is it?" Bai Shuang muttered disdainfully, "Surrendering without a fight, what a coward."

Yan Rongyi felt that Gui Xia was interesting, and his eyes lingered on Gui Xiu for a few seconds.

Unexpectedly, Guixiu's perception was astonishing, and he looked over quickly - the scarlet eyes flickering under the hood, Yan Rongyi seemed to hear the cries of thousands of ghosts.

But Ghost Xiu didn't recognize him.

Gui Xia withdrew her gaze, followed behind several Wangyou Valley disciples, and quickly left the dojo.

Yan Rongyi had a strange illusion in his heart.

Gui Xia deliberately lost to Wang Shui, as for the reason...he couldn't tell.

Gui Xia from Wangyou Valley didn't immediately go back to the resting place provided by the Fushan School after leaving the Tai Chi dojo, but sneaked into a bamboo house.

"I lost to him." As soon as Gui Xia walked in, he tore off his hood, revealing his immature face, and then angrily smashed his sickle on the ground: "Surrender without a fight, what a shame!"

"Between shame and revenge, which one do you choose?" A gentle voice sounded from behind the screen.

Gui Xia held his breath and said in a muffled voice, "Of course it's revenge."

"Then listen to me. Losing to him is not a loss."

"Wait until what you promised me... let's talk about other things." Gui Xia sneered and picked up the sickle, and swipe the tip of the knife against the screen at will, and the excellent high-depth and flowing water map was broken into two halves.

Luo Yu sat behind the screen, holding an ancient book with yellowed pages in her hand.

"Who would have thought that the two apprentices of Venerable Cheng Ying would be in an eternal relationship?" Gui Xia laughed a few times, seeing that Luo Yu didn't answer, she retracted the sickle boredly, and sat on the ground casually, "Speak, How are you going to help me take revenge?"

"Yan Rongyi will enter the Nether Secret Realm in three days. How easy is it for you to find an opportunity to attack?"

"Why should I believe you?" Gui Xia took out a clean white handkerchief from his armband, wiped the scythe, and frowned and asked, "How can I be sure that Yan Rongyi really entered the Netherworld? Even if he did, In the Nether Secret Realm, I may not be able to find him."

"...your piece of information is not worth my surrender today without a fight." Gui Xia stood up from the ground, put on his hood again, and said in a deep voice, "I will tell the law enforcement team what I saw and heard today. Presumably they will let me and Wang Shui compete again at their discretion."

Luo Yu had expected that Gui Xia would not believe her, so she shook her head with a smile, "Can you beat Wang Shui in a new match?"

"...Don't forget, he is also a member of the Law Enforcer."

Gui Xia clenched the sickle in her hand: "Since I can't win, I will lose with dignity."

"Just like you were locked in a fire cage in Tai Chi Square earlier?"

"You...!" Gui Xia was furious when Luo Yu repeatedly exposed his background, "Don't think that I can't take revenge myself!"

"...Yan Rongyi has already lost his cultivation, unless he stays in the Fushan School all his life, I will definitely find an opportunity to use his blood to pay homage to the souls of my elder brother and senior brothers!"

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Luo Yu looked at Gui Xia curiously, and clapped his hands a few times: "Okay, then you can try it. See if Venerable Chengying will allow you to attack his apprentice."

Gui Xia's already pale face showed a layer of resentment: "So, I can only listen to you?"

"Why don't you listen to me?" Luo Yu sighed helplessly, "Isn't the soul-refining method I told you earlier useless? I can feel that your cultivation level is no better than that of Wangyougu. The elders are low."

Thinking of the soul-refining method, Gui Xia's tone softened slightly: "Your soul-refining method is very good, but even if my cultivation level has improved, I can't kill Yan Rongyi!"

"So you have to listen to me." Luo Yu came out from behind the screen, his wrist shook, and a thin sword emitting light appeared in his palm.

Gui Xia couldn't help taking a look: "Is this the Furong Sword?"

"That's right." Luo Yu raised the corners of her lips proudly, "Ten years ago, there was Furong Jianyan Rongyi in the world, but now there is only Furong Jian Luoyu left."

This sword was snatched from Yan Rongyi by him.

No, vicious calculations flashed in Luo Yu's eyes.

The Furong sword should have been his.

If Venerable Chengying hadn't been too partial to Yan Rongyi, he wouldn't have had to go through a lot of trouble to get this sword.

"I don't care about your Fushan faction's private affairs, I just want revenge." Gui Xia interrupted Luo Yu's memory impatiently, "Tell me, what exactly do you want me to do?"

Luo Yu withdrew her thoughts, and said lightly: "It's actually very easy to kill Yan Rongyi, you just need to avoid Venerable Chengying."

"...Now there is such an opportunity, it depends on whether you can seize it."

"...Three days later, Yan Rongyi will enter the Nether Secret Realm. At that time, you only need to seal the exit of the third secret realm, and you will be able to trap him to death in the secret realm!"

Gui Xia is also a monk who has been to the Nether Secret Realm. Hearing this, he shook his head decisively: "So what if he is locked in the Secret Realm? Since Venerable Chengying let Yan Rongyi go down the mountain, he must give him a magic weapon to defend himself. I can lock him up." For a moment, it cannot be locked for a lifetime."

"No, he went to the Nether Secret Realm to find the Promise Grass." Luo Yu clenched her sword tightly, thin veins burst out on the back of her snow-white hand, "Gui Xia, do you know where there is Wangyoucao?" ?...the fourth level of the Nether Secret Realm!"

"What is the fourth level?" Gui Xia said, "I only know that there are three levels in the Nether Secret Realm."

"Not many people know about the fourth level, but I can assure you that Yan Rongyi will definitely go there. It was burned to nothingness by the fire of the nether world, and only the infinite grass can survive in it. Ordinary monks can't hold on to a stick of incense if they go in. How long do you think a trash like Yan Rongyi who has lost his cultivation can last?"

"You want me to lock Yan Rongyi in the fourth level?"

"Not bad." Luo Yu showed a playful smile, "Can you do it?"

Gui Xia thought for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll try. But, let's make it clear in advance that I won't care about the life and death of other disciples of your Fushan Sect."

Luo Yu turned around indifferently: "It's just some insignificant people, so let's die."

Gui Xia was amazed: "Fellow Daoist Luo doesn't look like a sword cultivator of the Fushan School, but rather a ghost cultivator of our Wangyou Valley."

After finishing speaking, he asked angrily: "Why are you so sure that Yan Rongyi will go to the Netherworld?"

Luo Yu returned to the screen impatiently, and the screen returned to its original shape as soon as she raised her hand.

Gui Xia knew that this was the meaning of the order to chase away guests, so she blew a whistle for fun, and her figure turned into a scarlet mist, which quickly dissipated.

And Luo Yu, who was standing behind the screen, showed a ferocious smile on his face: "Why am I so sure...Why am I so sure?!"

He spread out his right hand and muttered to the palm of his hand: "Because ordinary people's dantian is damaged and their meridians are broken, they will not be able to live! Unless..."

Unless someone is willing to use their own primordial spirit as medicine, supplemented by countless geniuses and earth treasures, to refine elixir, and to continue their lives.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your suggestions!I put both versions of the copy _(:з」∠)_