villain is a good guy

In fact, Venerable Chengying has never clearly stated the ownership of Furong Sword and Rumei Sword.

Most of the disciples of the Fushan School searched for materials by themselves to refine the natal flying sword.

That is to say, only the white-robed disciples who studied under the Seven Great Elders will get the help of their masters when refining the flying swords.

And Venerable Chengying forged two flying swords, and happened to have two apprentices, so everyone took it for granted: Oh, it was for the apprentices.

Everyone thought so, and so did Luo Yu.

Not only did he think about it, but he also carefully analyzed in his heart which sword was for him.

Furong Sword... the name is feminine, and the name is not pleasant to say.

Still like eyebrows.

Fushan School is like Meijian, Luoyu.

sounds so good!

It's a pity that Luo Yu's sweet dream has come to an end today.

Venerable Chengying gave the Rumei sword to Bai Liu, and the Furong sword to Yan Rongyi, but he, the nominal second apprentice, had nothing.

Luo Yu couldn't accept the reality for a while, the hand hanging by her side trembled and clenched into a fist.

"The Rumei Sword is the chance for Junior Sister Bailiu." Yan Rong came over with the Furong Sword in her hands.

He had also heard the rumors among those disciples, saying that Venerable Chengying used the treasure of genius to refine flying swords for him and Luo Yu.

Now it seems that there is nothing special about these two swords, otherwise the master would not have said that he should not refine the Furong sword into a natal flying sword.

But what does Luo Yu think...

In the blink of an eye, Yan Rongyi was already thinking about it. He frowned and blocked Bai Liu behind him: "Junior Sister Bai Liu was in a very dangerous situation last night. I suggested to Master to let her refine the eyebrow sword. If it can't be broken, it can't stand. She gritted her teeth." Only by persevering can we see you and me today.”

"...Don't have any grudges in your heart."

"What did you say, senior brother?" Luo Yu forced a smile and shook her head, seeing Venerable Cheng Ying standing behind Yan Rongyi, she didn't dare to do anything wrong, but when she lowered her head, her eyes were full of jealousy.

What chance?

What a shame!

It was obvious that he was stepping on his face and wantonly humiliating him!

So later, with the help of the guide, Luo Yu seized the Furong Sword without hesitation, and step by step trampled the most respected senior brother of the Fushan School into a street mouse.

As for why?

——Also Ling Jiushen's apprentice, Yan Rongyi has everything, but he has nothing.

"Master... don't blame me. If you want to blame, blame yourself for being biased!" Luo Yu, who withdrew from the memory, had an evil and sinister smile on her face.

His gaze went through the closed windows, across the perennial snow on Fushan, and finally nailed to the person who hated him so much——

Yan Rongyi, who was wearing a mask and holding Chengying Sword, sat on the steps in a daze.

Fu Xituan was by his side, gleefully eating the elixir refined by Bai Liu, Wang Shui and Bai Shuang held the roster, and the other checked the name tags of the disciples, they were extremely busy.

Yan Rongyi looked at the full moon in the sky, and held his forehead in pain.

In the end, he was thrown down the mountain, and went to some dark secret place to get the Promise Grass whose effect was unknown.

Before leaving, Yan Rongyi was unwilling to reconcile and prepared to work harder, and asked his master to express his wish not to go down the mountain tactfully, but Venerable Chengying turned to him first.

Venerable Chengying sent a voice transmission: "Apprentice, I am determined not to stop you as a teacher. I have entered the cave to practice in seclusion... Don't worry, the sword array in front of the cave has been completely removed as a teacher, and the restrictions set are only for you." One person is invalid."

"...I hope that when you come back, you won't be angry as a teacher anymore."

"...as a teacher, I'm waiting for you in the cave."

After finishing speaking, all the disciples up and down Fushan heard Ling Lie's sword roar.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect, and the venerable enters the cave.

Before Yan Rongyi understood the situation, the disciples beside him, regardless of the color of their Taoist robes, had already knelt down on the ground: "The disciples of Fushan are here to wait for His Holiness to leave the pass. Protecting the mountain sword array, get up!"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

He was shocked by the colorful sword lights rising in the air, and before he had time to resist, he was dragged to the mountain gate by Wangshui and Baishuang.

Fuxi followed him halfway, and wiped his tears while flying: "Master has worked so hard, I can't live up to his hard work!"

After saying that, he bounced a few fireballs into the sword formation to strengthen the mountain guard sword formation.

Yan Rongyi: "...?"

"Why, you don't understand?" Seeing his blank face, Fuxi flapped his wings angrily, "You are the Venerable's apprentice, how can you not understand his intentions?"

"...He purposely retreated in order to frighten the monks of all sects, so that they can see how powerful our Fushan sect's mountain-protecting sword array is!"

Yan Rongyi nodded half-understanding, but she always felt that Venerable Chengying was in retreat because she was afraid that she would prevent him from going down the mountain.

But Yan Rongyi didn't dare to say it.

He was afraid to say it, Fuxi scolded him for being narcissistic, and then burned his long robe with the fire from his tail.

He doesn't have the great power of Venerable Cheng Ying, who can remove the blood stains on his robe with one finger.

So Yan Rongyi retreated to the next best thing, and humbly asked for advice: "How to transmit sound into secret?"

Fu Xifei landed on his shoulder, and sighed deeply: "You don't even have a cultivation base, and you still want to transmit sound into secrets?"

"..."

"Fuxi." Wang Shui, who put away the roster, just heard this sentence, and scolded softly, "Why are you talking to Senior Brother Yan?"

Fuxi immediately buried her head in the wings.

Yan Rong saw the complaint, and smiled indifferently: "It's okay, what he said is also true... Are you done with your work?"

"Yeah." Wang Shui touched Fuxi's small head with his hand, and asked again, "Do you want to have a look at the roster?"

"No." Yan Rongyi waved her hands again and again.

Wang Shui raised the corners of his lips, and sighed in a particularly nostalgic tone: "Senior Brother Yan is indeed the same as before, always unwilling to do these trivial things."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi stood up, stretched herself, and covered up her embarrassment with a sneer.

The past is like smoke, how does he, a time traveler, know?

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and there is a distant long cry in the wind.

It was the giant kun captured by Venerable Cheng Ying, carrying the floating mountain on its back in the sea of ​​clouds.

The new disciples huddled together nervously and excitedly.

Dressed in the blue robes of ordinary disciples, they gathered by the mountain gate excitedly, looking at the clouds under the moonlight, and sizing up Yan Rongyi and his party furtively.

Most of the disciples selected by the Fushan Sect were born in the mortal world with excellent roots.

There were also a few disciples who came from a family of cultivators, but most of them were aloof, imitating the posture of the elders in the family, standing in the same place coldly, with the words "no one should enter" written all over their faces.

One of them, surnamed Bai and named Yuan, was the nephew of a cousin whom Bai Shuang had never met.

The relationship sounded ridiculously distant.

But before Bai Yuan went up the mountain, he found Bai Shuang's parents and tried his best to get close to him. His cheekiness made Bai Shuang's parents couldn't help mentioning it in the family letter.

Bai Shuang also knew the existence of such a person.

Bai Shuang didn't want to talk to Bai Yuan, but Gu Nianqi was from the same family, so when roll call, she nodded her chin at Bai Yuan.

Then, this chin made Bai Shuang the leader of the new disciples.

"Senior Brother Bai, you and Senior Brother Bai Shuang..." They approached each other cleverly to get close.

Bai Yuan pretended to be casual and replied: "We are all from the Bai family."

All the disciples hurriedly saluted, and politely said: "Brother Bai."

Although the cultivation of immortality mainly depends on one's own talent, the disciples of the aristocratic family are more open to it.

After all, the family background is there, and ordinary disciples who have devoted themselves to cultivating for several years may not be able to compare with an elixir from others.

Bai Yuan proudly folded his hands, seeing that everyone was looking at him, his vanity flourished: "Do you know who is standing beside Senior Brother Bai Shuang?"

The disciples all shook their heads, even if they knew, no one would stand up and take Baiyuan's face.

"Xiaoyaojian Wangshui...Brother Wangshui." Bai Yuan looked at the slender young man with admiration, "One of the Fushan Law Enforcers."

There may be ordinary people who don't understand the meaning of "Xiaoyao Sword", but as soon as the word "enforcer" is uttered, everyone's eyes on Wang Shui changed.

That was the entire Fushan School, one of the seven most outstanding disciples of the younger generation.

And the Fushan School is the number one sect in the world, and Wang Shui is the leader among the younger generation, a genius among geniuses!

"Brother Baishuang is also a law enforcer." Bai Yuan's eyes burst out with strong pride, even if he only regarded Baishuang as a backer, it is an indisputable fact that he, and the whole Bai family, are proud of Baishuang.

"Brother Bai's future is immeasurable." The disciple who had been close to him just now has already skillfully flattered him, "Maybe, the Bai family will have two law enforcement officers."

Bai Yuan laughed out loud, saying "cautious words" on his mouth, but actually his face was already smiling.

Some people are flattering, and naturally some people don't like Bai Yuan: "You only talked about Wang Shui and Bai Shuang, and who is that senior who also wears the mask of a law enforcement officer?"

Bai Yuan's laughter stopped abruptly, following the sound, he frowned slightly when he saw that it was a little girl with pigtails who spoke.

If he remembered correctly, this girl named Lin Yaoyin did not come from a family, but she also had a lot of background.

Lin Yaoyin's grandfather is the younger brother of the current elder Yuxuan of the Fushan School. Because he doesn't like the constraints of the sect, he didn't go to Fushan. Instead, he chose to practice in the mortal world and did a casual practice.

After careful calculation, Lin Yaoyin is the real "relationship household".

Lin Yaoyin couldn't understand Bai Yuan's superior face, in her opinion, going up the mountain to practice cultivation depends on her own talent, what does it have to do with her background?

No matter how powerful Bai Shuang was, it was Bai Shuang's business. If Bai Yuan didn't practice hard, he might not even be able to take off this blue robe in the future.

Can't wear a white robe, but still want to be a law enforcement officer?

"The law enforcement...some people don't like to show their faces." A layer of cold sweat appeared on Bai Yuan's forehead. He didn't dare to speak nonsense, but he didn't want to lose face in front of the disciples, so he insisted on explaining, "If I reveal his identity in public If you come out, won't you offend people?"

"...If I offend the law enforcers, how can I practice on Fushan?"

"...Unexpectedly, you are a few years younger than me, and your thoughts are so vicious!"

Lin Yaoyin was dumbfounded by Bai Yuan's upside-down words, her face flushed for a moment, and she didn't know how to refute.

But there are still many disciples gathered around Bai Yuan, echoing in a low voice——

"Yes, how can you do this?"

"Quickly apologize to Senior Brother Bai!"

"It's too much, we are from the same school!"

"You...!" Tears welled up in Lin Yaoyin's eyes, and she bit her lips desperately to keep from crying.

She didn't want to cry in front of Bai Yuan!

"You tell me you're sorry, and this matter is over." Seeing that most of the disciples were on his side, Bai Yuan became more and more arrogant, "My lord does not remember the faults of villains, so please forgive me this time."

Lin Yaoyin wiped the tears on her face indiscriminately: "I don't want it!"

When Bai Yuan heard this, his expression became cold: "Then don't blame me for being rude."

He raised his hand, and there was a faint sound of wind in his palm.

A child from a family of cultivators knows some spells.

Lin Yaoyin was no exception, but the sound of wind caused by her fist was obviously not as good as that of Bai Yuan, but the girl rolled up her sleeves and raised her arms without fear——

"Sigh." Yan Rongyi, who had watched the play for a long time, finally couldn't help coughing lightly, "I said...you bully girls as soon as you start, you are not afraid of being single for the rest of your life on Fushan?"

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-04-0722:56:12~2020-04-0823:00:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of pancakes; 2 bottles of Xane;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!