villain is a good guy

inappropriate.

Really wrong.

What if it delays your cultivation of the path of ruthlessness?

Yan Rongyi thought so.

It's a pity that his opinion is not within the scope of everyone's consideration.

Originally, Wangshui didn't agree with Qin Qin's joining.

After all, in his opinion, the diligence of cultivating the ruthless way doesn't even count as a sword cultivator.

But Bai Shuang reminded from the side: "Senior Brother Yan has no cultivation base."

Wang Shui immediately nodded in agreement.

"This is the treatment of trash." Fuxi laughed while lying on his shoulder.

Yan Rongyi threw Chong Mingniao out of the yard with a dark face, looking at the team escorting the new disciples with complicated emotions, hesitating to speak.

Including him, there are four Fushan enforcers in the courtyard.

If monks from other sects saw such a "massive momentum", I don't know how they would feel.

Yan Rongyi shook his head, followed behind his disciples, and swayed out of Xiaofushan.

Outside the "Little Floating Mountain" is the human world.

As soon as the Fushan disciples in blue robes appeared, the crowd outside the door immediately gathered.

There are rich gentry who lead their families and see off their children, and there are ragged beggars who bid farewell to beggars who jumped into the dragon gate.

"As soon as you enter the fairy gate, you have to cut off the secular relationship. The moment you come out of Xiaofushan is the last chance for them to meet with their relatives." When Yan Rongyi was in a daze, his attentive and emotionless voice floated into his ears, " The master is merciful, allowing the disciples to say goodbye to their relatives at Xiaofushan, and when they return from the secret realm, they can no longer have any involvement with people in the secular world."

But there are exceptions.

For example, Lin Yaoyin and Bai Yuan were born in the world of cultivating immortals, or the elders in the family were casual cultivators, so they didn't feel the pain of parting at this moment. They stood in the team and waited quietly for the farewell to end.

Fairy fate is rare, it is a blessing and a curse.

In the eyes of ordinary people, these blue-robed disciples have already reborn and embarked on the journey of immortality, but they know well that the journey of cultivating immortality is rugged and winding, and the blue-robed disciples are only the lowest disciples of the Fushan Sect, and their road still has a long way to go .

In a trance, Yan Rongyi felt that this scene was very familiar, and her head began to ache.

"Is he treating you well?" At this moment, Yin Qin was still whispering in his ear.

Yan Rongyi couldn't help frowning: "What?"

Yin Qin lowered his head slightly, and the hand holding the ruthless sword trembled: "Master...is he treating you well?"

"Are you joking?" Yan Rongyi stretched out her hand and gently pressed the center of her eyebrows. She didn't understand what Yin Qin meant. She was half serious and half joking, "I have done so many wrong things, not only did Master not drive me out of the Fushan School , but also to help me restore my cultivation... Is there anyone in the world who treats me better than him?"

Before he finished speaking, Qin Qin's expression turned extremely pale, and the corners of his mouth were even bloodshot.

Yan Rongyi was taken aback, and ran over calling Wang Shui's name: "Why did Yin vomit blood?"

Wang Shui put his hands in his hands, and an indifferent smile appeared on his male and female Mochang's beautiful face: "Have you vomited blood? It's a good thing."

Yan Rongyi: "?"

Bai Shuang pulled him aside and scolded him, "A monk who cultivates the ruthless way will eat back after being emotional."

"...Brother Yan, what are you doing to provoke others?"

Yan Rongyi couldn't argue with anything, went back to the back of the line, hesitantly tore off a small piece of moon shadow veil from the Chengying Sword, and handed it to Yin Qin: "Are you okay?"

Yin Qin gave a miserable laugh: "Thank you, Senior Brother Yan, for your concern."

"No need." Yan Rongyi waved his hands, and hugged Chengyingjian again, not daring to say anything, but couldn't hold back, Yin Qin would rather vomit blood and talk to him.

"Senior brother Yan, did Master really give you the Yingying Sword?"

"Yes," he pulled off the moon shadow veil, and showed Yin Qin the Cheng Ying sword, "here it is."

Yin Qin: "It's really..."

Then he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Yan Rongyi: "?"

Yin Qin: "Brother Yan, you have no cultivation base, how did you get down from Fushan Mountain?"

Yan Rongyi: "Chengying Sword brought me down, maybe Master cast a spell."

Yin Qin: "Is that so..."

Then he vomited blood again.

Yan Rongyi: "??"

Yin Qin: "Senior Brother Yan, how did Master allow you to go down the mountain?"

Yan Rongyi: "Master said he always blocked me before, but not this time...you speak well and don't vomit blood."

Yin Qin wiped the corner of his mouth with the moon shadow gauze, and vowed, "I won't vomit anymore."

Then he spat blood again.

Yan Rongyi: "???"

Yan Rongyi left Yin Qin, walked up to Bai Shuang, and said seriously: "I think Yin Qin likes my master."

Bai Shuang: "..."

Yan Rongyi: "As soon as I mentioned Master, he vomited blood. If he wasn't attracted to my Master, what else could it be?"

Bai Shuang: "..."

He seemed to know why senior brother Yin wanted to practice the ruthless way.

"It's almost time, let's go back to the team." Wang Shui, who was standing not far away, clapped his hands and interrupted their conversation.

Wearing the mask of a law enforcement officer, Jianxiu in white has lost his usual gentleness and a bit more stern air: "Disciples of the Fushan sect listen to the order!"

Headed by Bai Yuan, including Bai Shuang, they all answered loudly: "The disciple is here!"

"Let's go!" Bai Shuang stood with a sword in his hand, his snow-white robe fluttering in the wind, he looked up at the cloudy sky, then at the blue-robed disciples who were weeping secretly, and said indifferently when the crowd dispersed, "Let's say goodbye today and see you again someday. You don't look old, but they are a handful of loess under the grave. Do you understand what I mean?"

The disciples replied: "Understood!"

Some people wiped away their tears and were no longer sad before;

Wang Shui didn't say any more, knowing that some people's immortal journey has just begun, and some people's immortal journey has come to an end.

However, since Xianyuan is like this, those who are awakened now will fall into the mortal world in the future, and those who are obsessed with obsession now may have a day of great enlightenment in the future.

There is a world of mortals, and the way of heaven has always been unfair.

There is "Xiaofushan" under Fushan, and "Xiaofushan" is in the center of Fushan Town.

Fushan Town is close to the Nether Secret Realm. Except for the residents who have lived here for generations in the town, they come from all over the place, wanting to enter the Nether Secret Realm or visit the monks of the Fushan Sect.

The monks who were in a hurry saw Yishui's blue Taoist robes, and they respectfully moved aside. They also saw the disciples of the Fushan sect followed by four masked enforcers. The monks of the big sect were better. Scared off.

Fushan's law enforcement practitioners practice the way of swordsmanship to prevent and stop killing, and what they practice is to break the chaotic yin and yang of the world.

But how many people really have a clear conscience?

At noon, the disciples of Fushan walked out of Fushan Town.

They turned around and saluted to the city wall of Fushan Town, which was a complete break of the world.

Wang Shui took out the palm-sized boat from the storage bag, waved it into the air, the boat grew with the wind, and soon the flying boat overflowing with light floated in midair.

The disciples of the Fushan School filed in, Wangshui and Baishuang rose up with their swords, one landed in front of the boat and the other behind the boat.

"Senior brother Yan, let's go too." Yin Qin stepped on the ruthless sword and waited patiently for Yan Rongyi.

A drop of cold sweat dripped from the corner of Yan Rongyi's forehead, and he touched the Chengying Sword in his arms.

Why didn't the sword take the initiative to take him away? ? ?

"Senior Brother Yan?" A stiff doubt appeared on Yin Qin's face, "If it's not convenient for you, I can share a sword with you."

"That's it..." Yan Rongyi hesitated and lowered his head, before he could agree, the Yingying sword in his arms suddenly jumped up, bumped Yin Qin aside, and then turned into a stream of light and flashed at his feet.

The primordial spirit of Venerable Chengying disappeared, and put his arms around Yan Rongyi's waist, and the imperial sword was suspended beside the flying boat.

The setting sun melted gold, and the red-clothed sword cultivator stepped on the bloody setting sun, standing with his sword behind his back.

"You just like to share a sword with others so much?" Venerable Cheng Ying's questioning, which was gnashing his teeth, could only be told to Feng Ting after all.

At the same time, Bai Shuang raised her head, her eye sockets suddenly became hot, as if she saw the old senior brother Fushan coming with a sword, dressed in red like fire, like an exiled fairy walking out of a painting.

"Senior Brother Yan!" Bai Shuang suppressed the excitement in her heart and shouted, "Senior Brother Yan!"

Wang Shui and Yin Qin were slightly stunned, and then saluted helplessly: "Senior Brother Yan."

The disciples on the flying boat didn't know why, but seeing the three enforcers saluting, they also shouted: "Senior Brother Yan, Senior Brother Yan!"

Yan Rongyi stood quietly on the sword, with the wind and snow rolling in front of her eyes.

The memories of the original body surfaced in front of my eyes again——

In the evening, two white lights flew from the sky.

Dressed in a white robe, Yu Jian, a disciple of the Fushan School, flew in mid-air.

"Evening class is about to start?"

"Hurry up! Didn't the crane who reported the letter a few days ago say that Master is going to leave the customs?"

"Master has been in seclusion for 50 years. If you miss this evening class, you don't know how many more years you will have to wait!"

They kept pinching their sword formulas, urging the flying swords under their feet to speed up, but the floating mountains in the sea of ​​clouds were like mirages, close in front of them and far away in the sky.

"Oops." One of them stopped his figure, "The mountain guard formation!"

"Is this the mountain protection formation?" The other person also stopped, with a puzzled expression on his face, "We are rushing back day and night, so there is no way we will be late!"

"Could it be that... Master left the customs early?"

"Then what should we do? Once the mountain protection formation is activated, no one can enter without a specific jade token!"

"Do you still have a sound transmission symbol on you?"

"It ran out two days ago!"

……

The two disciples of the Fushan sect were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, flying around, accidentally collided with the mountain guard formation, and instantly attracted two thunderbolts as thick as arms.

The thick lightning swept the strong wind and went straight to the two disciples.

One disciple was frightened and dumbfounded, while the other gritted his teeth and raised his sword.

Seeing the lightning strike, the two disciples were ready to die, and a blood-red light suddenly burst through the air!

I saw that the silver-purple lightning was cut off by the red light, and the red sword shadow danced into a fine net.

The shattered lightning turned into little sparks, and the remaining power crackled and exploded between the two disciples' hair.

They raised their heads together, and the mountain guard dispersed, revealing the majestic and floating mountains suspended in the air.

At the foot of the Fushan Mountain was a group of giant kuns. At this moment, the wings of the giant kuns covered the sky and the sun, and a hurricane was blowing up. The two disciples were standing on the sword, teetering, and at the same time they were so excited that tears filled their eyes.

They stepped on their swords and flew towards Hongmang: "Senior Brother Yan!"

The red-clothed swordsman turned around Xunsheng, his peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, and a mole at the end of his eyes was as red as blood.

The side is rich and handsome, with unparalleled temperament.

"Are you okay?"

The voice is more like the touch of jade, crisp and sweet.

The two disciples shook their heads in unison, their gazes fell on Senior Brother Yan and they couldn't look away.

The red clothes are like fire, and the sleeves are flying, like a scorching flame.

In the entire Fushan School, only Yan Rongyi was wearing red.

Because he is the apprentice of Venerable Chengying, a genius who is one in a million.

He withdrew from the memories, the rumbling thunder still echoed in his ears, and the words of gratitude from the Fushan disciples did not go away.

Yan Rongyi looked back, the disciples on the flying boat looked eagerly, just like the two juniors who rescued that day.

His nose was sour, and his body began to tremble slightly.

"Are you still there?" Yan Rongyi muttered to herself, clenched her fist behind her back.

Perhaps the real Yan Rongyi is still in this body, watching in despair that she has been reduced from being the favored child of the sky to being a waste that ordinary people can't match.

"It's just for a while." He swore secretly, "Yan Rongyi...is Yan Rongyi, the senior brother of the Fushan School, no one can match him."

作者有话要说：大概周三入V，嘿嘿_(:з」∠)_终于可以看见自己的封面了……感谢在2020-04-1222:59:30~2020-04-1318:25:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 loquat loquat;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of pancakes;

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