villain is a good guy

Leaving Fushan Town, Yujian traveled westward for two sticks of incense, and arrived at the Nether Secret Realm.

Yan Rongyi jumped off the Chengying sword and bumped into a Buddhist cultivator who was chanting scriptures.

"Amitabha, is the benefactor trying to crush the little monk to death?" The monk in cassock rubbed his waist and sighed, "That's so good."

Yan Rongyi was a little embarrassed, he was not a real senior brother of the Fushan School after all, and his sword control skill needs to be improved, so he apologized: "Mistake, mistake."

"Don't worry about fellow Taoist." Yin Qin who was following behind Yan Rongyi suddenly spoke.

Immediately following Bai Shuang heard the words, and immediately sacrificed the flying sword that had been stored in the sword pill again, and turned it into a stream of light, disappearing in front of everyone: "It's getting late, I'll wait for you at the gate of the secret realm!"

"Oh, isn't that little friend Bai Shuang? How did you leave..." Looking at the sword shadow in the sky without worry, he turned around and said the Buddha's name to Yan Rongyi with a smile, "Long time no see, Fellow Daoist Yan."

"Don't worry... Fellow Daoist?"

"It's normal for fellow Daoist Yan not to remember me." Don't worry about seeing Yan Rongyi's puzzled face, it's not surprising, "50 years ago, I had the honor to listen to Venerable Chengying teach the Taoism, when Fellow Daoist Yan stood there Beside the venerable, he is also dressed in red, which is really unforgettable!"

Yan Rongyi looked at the kind-hearted Buddha cultivator in front of him, who seemed to be about the same age as Bai Shuang, and couldn't help feeling a sense of closeness in her heart: "Don't worry about fellow Taoists going to the Netherworld?"

"Amitabha, yes." Buchou pointed to a group of Buddhist monks wearing cassocks in the distance, and said gently, "Our Nanzhaoti Temple has also accepted a lot of disciples this year."

"Good job."

"It's not hard." Buchou turned the light golden Buddha beads in his hand with a smile, "It's fate to meet each other. When we come out of the secret realm, let's have a good discussion between the disciples of our two factions."

"...?"

"After the disciples have learned from each other, we also warm up."

"...??"

"Don't worry about being a monk." Wang Shui walked up to Yan Rongyi with a new disciple, and whispered, "Senior Brother Yan, please don't promise him. If you promise, he can sit at the gate of the secret realm and wait for us Come out, and then compete with us until we can't get up."

The smile froze on Yan Rongyi's face, he picked up Cheng Yingjian and ran wildly: "I'll go find Bai Shuang!"

"...Wang Shui, hurry up with the new disciples, we will meet at the gate of the secret realm!"

Watching Yan Rongyi go away, Buchou regretted again: "Ah, why did fellow Taoist Yan leave?"

"...Friend Yin Daoist, it's better for you to compete with me."

Yin Qin shook his head expressionlessly: "You can't beat me."

Not worried about the embarrassment of not being exposed at all, he said cheerfully: "If you can't fight a few days ago, it doesn't mean you can't fight today. If you can't fight today, it doesn't mean you can't fight in the future. Fellow Daoist Yin...Friend Daoist Yin, why are you leaving too?"

Looking at Jianxiu who was going away, Buchou shook his head and sighed: "It's still not enough fate."

The entrance to the Netherworld is a spring of light blue water.

When Yan Rongyi found Bai Shuang, the latter was leaning over to look at the entrance of the secret realm, so he also lowered his head, but unexpectedly, his gaze suddenly dropped, like a whale sucking in hundreds of rivers, and he fell into a trance for a while.

He seemed to sense the Yingying Sword in his arms, and suddenly trembled and buzzed.

Yan Rongyi regained her composure, pinched her brows and asked, "Why do you like sparring so much?"

"Monks are like this." Bai Shuang grumbled, pursing her lips, obviously caught in bad memories, "If you can't beat or win, you have to replay the whole match in your ears, even what moves you made and what you put on. The postures are all described clearly...it's so wordy."

While they were talking, a black shadow silently slid into the light blue spring water, making an inaudible "plop" sound.

"Who?!" Bai Shuang suddenly lowered her head, and the light blue spring water rippled round and round, as if someone had been there.

"What's wrong?" Wang Shui came late, saw Bai Shuang staring at the entrance of the secret realm, frowned and pulled him to his side.

"Someone just entered the secret realm with Senior Brother Yan and me on their backs." Bai Shuang held the sword nervously, "Such sneaky people are absolutely uneasy!"

Wang Shui looked at Yan Rongyi who was still out of state, then at the disciples who were gearing up, and slowly shook his head: "Even if he is uneasy and kind, he has already entered the secret realm... Every monk who enters the Nether secret realm will be randomly Teleport to any corner of the secret realm. We may not even meet his face."

If you encounter it, it doesn't matter.

The sword cultivators of the Fushan sect follow the path of killing and stopping killing, and they are least afraid of fighting skills.

As for the new disciples who just started...

From the moment you step into the secret realm, your fate is up to you.

Bai Shuang could only give up, waiting for Wangshui to send his disciples into the secret realm one by one, then frowned and jumped into the spring.

"Senior Brother Yan, let's go." Yin Qin put away his sword and followed behind Bai Shuang. In the blink of an eye, the figure disappeared.

"I hope there is a great chance." Yan Rongyi caressed her right hand that was entangled in the moon shadow veil, holding the Chengying sword, held her breath, and jumped——

The expected sense of suffocation did not come, he seemed to pass through a thin layer of water, and then opened his eyes, he was already in the blue wasteland.

Yan Rongyi calmed down, and found that the faint blue light came from the flowers at her feet.

They bloom in the dark space and merge into a blue ocean.

Yan Rongyi didn't have any disciples of the Fushan School around him, and in the quiet space, there was only the sound of the wind flowing quietly.

He thought for a moment, then tore off the moon shadow veil outside Chengying Sword, and then lifted the sword and flowed across the sea of ​​flowers.

Countless fluorescent flying insects soared into the sky following Yan Rongyi's steps, like bright stars, gathering together into a rushing Milky Way.

He followed the ever-flowing river, and finally found a brighter source of light—the worry-free head.

Yan Rongyi: "..."? ? ?

Yan Rongyi abruptly stopped her pace: "Don't worry about fellow Taoists?"

"Friend Yan Daoist." Buchou turned around, with a warm smile on his face, "What a coincidence."

Not a coincidence.

It's the lingering spirit.

But it is always lucky to meet people you know in the secret realm.

Yan Rongyi sighed, looked at the flowers at her feet, and asked, "Fellow Taoist, do you know what this is?"

"Bliss Flower." Buchou bent down, folded a flower and handed it to him, "There are many in Wangyou Valley, don't you know, Fellow Daoist Yan?"

Yan Rongyi raised her eyebrows, inexplicably uneasy: "Why would I know?"

"That's right, fellow Daoist Yan often forgets things." The blue petals were crushed by Buchou's fingers, and Foxiu secretly said a Buddha's name, "Let's go, the disciples of Fushan Sect are right in front."

Yan Rongyi clenched the Chengying Sword in her hand, always feeling that the Buchou in front of her was a little strange.

But for one thing, he didn't have the memories of the previous traversers, and he didn't know what kind of person Buchou from Nanzhaoti Temple was.

Secondly, there is only one way to the secret realm, if you don't worry about leaving, he has to leave too.

When Yan Rongyi followed Buchou vigilantly, the corners of Venerable Chengying's mouth in the cave mansion overflowed with blood again.

For monks, it is really taboo for the soul to leave the body.

Yan Rongyi entered the Nether Secret Realm, and what Ling Jiushen endured was not only the severe pain of the Yuanshen's separation, but also the burning of the Nether Fire.

This is the limitation of the secret realm.

For ordinary monks, the Nether Secret Realm is just the most common of countless secret realms, but for the primordial spirit, the Nether Secret Realm is the endless hell.

"Rongyi..." Ling Jiushen coughed out a mouthful of blood, pinched the sword formula with his hand, and hid the soul in the deepest part of the Chengying sword, enduring the burning pain alone.

Yan Rongyi, who was holding the Chengying sword, had followed Buchou to the end of the blissful sea of ​​flowers.

The end of the sea of ​​flowers is actually a steep cliff.

Yan Rongyi thought of Siguo Cliff on Fushan Mountain.

There was a violent wind and snow, and the chill was biting, but here, even the cliffs were filled with a strange fragrance.

"Where are the disciples of the Fushan School?" Yan Rongyi stood on the edge of the cliff watching for a long time, then turned around and asked without worry.

Don't worry about clasping your hands together: "Amitabha, this is the third level of the Nether Secret Realm. Fellow Daoist Yan just needs to take another step forward and jump off the cliff, and you will be able to find new disciples from the Fushan Sect."

Yan Rongyi nodded: "If you jump down, you can reach the fourth level?"

"Exactly."

Yan Rongyi lightly stroked the hilt of Chengying Sword, and said: "In that case, I'll go and have a look."

But the hand holding the sword was raised abruptly, and the Chengying sword was unsheathed, and the sword light shot straight into the sky!

"Buchou" reacted not to be unhappy, raised his hand and raised the Buddha beads, resisting the blow forcefully, and then retreated dozens of steps, covering his chest, his compassionate face gradually distorted against the sword light.

"It's not that you don't worry about it." Yan Rongyi stood on the edge of the cliff indifferently, her blood-red robe flying wildly with the light of the sword.

Ordinary people only know that there are three levels of levels in the Nether Secret Realm. Even Chongming Niao Fuxi only knew the existence of the fourth level after hearing the words of Venerable Cheng Ying. How could the new disciples of the Fushan School be there?

"Who are you?" Yan Rongyi raised his arm again, and the blue long sword made a loud and clear sword sound in his hand.

Although he is not without cultivation, but this body is taught by the world's number one swordsman, even if he only has a wooden stick in his hand, he can use swordsmanship smoothly.

The wind howled, and a thick fog gathered above their heads.

Cheng Yingjian actually attracted thunder clouds in this world!

Seeing this, "Buchou" threw off the cassock that was getting in the way, and a thick black mist surged in front of him.

Turning his hand into a hook, he pulled out an unconscious little girl from the thick fog.

"Lin Yaoyin." Yan Rongyi's heart sank suddenly.

"Buchou" laughed strangely: "I didn't arrest her originally, but that disciple surnamed Bai you newly recruited by Fushan Sect said that she has something to do with Elder Yuxuan...then I will be impolite."

Yan Rongyi stared at Lin Yaoyin in "Buchou"'s hand: "What do you want?"

"I want you to jump down and be burned by the flames of the netherworld, to be wiped out in ashes and smoke, and there will be no place to die forever!"

Yan Rongyi frowned: "What if I don't want to?"

"Don't want to?" "Buchou" sneered, "I don't want to...I'll just throw her down!"

It was too late to say it, but it was so fast, "Buchou" actually threw Lin Yaoyin in his hand down the cliff!

Yan Rongyi's heart suddenly rose to his throat, instinctively stepping on the sword and chasing after him.

At this time, he had already forgotten that he had no cultivation, and he also forgot that he was a ghost that passed through Yan Rongyi's body.He merged with Chengying Sword, and there was only the falling petite figure in front of him——

A little bit, a little bit more!

Seeing that Yan Rongyi was about to touch the corner of Lin Yaoyin's blue clothes, a boundless black flame suddenly ignited under the cliff.

"Ghost fire——" the handsome monk narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and the mole at the corner of his eye was bleeding. He bit his lip and jumped down from the flying sword. In the blink of an eye, Lin Yaoyin, who was falling, was thrown upwards. Throw, "Master!"

Cheng Yingjian seemed to have a sense, and caught Lin Yaoyin, but he was completely engulfed by the black flames, and even his shadow disappeared.

"Tolerance!"

Thousands of miles away, on the floating mountain above the sea of ​​clouds, the sword protecting the mountain shattered as Venerable Chengying exited the pass.

Countless Fushan disciples spat out blood, the giant kun floating in the sea of ​​clouds let out a mournful cry, and countless blood-red sky fires fell from their snow-white wings.

People in Fushan Town raised their heads one after another, staring at the gorgeous sky in a daze.

Above the sea of ​​clouds they could not see, a dirge sounded.

"Rongyi!" Venerable Chengying suddenly opened his eyes, and the amber eyes leaked faint blood, "Rongyi..."

Trembling, he took out a blue lotus soul lamp from his pocket.

The faint flame swayed in the heart of the flower following the breath of Venerable Chengying.

"No..." Ling Jiushen's pale fingers reached over, as if to protect the firelight in his palm, but before he got close, the soul lamp belonging to Yan Rongyi suddenly went out.

Two lines of blood and tears rolled down the corners of Ling Jiushen's eyes.

He staggered out of the cave, and carefully placed the soul lamp that had lost its temperature on his chest.

"Rong Yi, wait for your teacher..."

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Xia Chaosheng, the young master of Zhen Guohou's Mansion, was a companion of the prince and was fostered in the palace. He was pampered and pampered for five years.

In the end, not only failed to become the princess, but was also given a marriage to the crippled prince, Mu Rugui.

It was rumored that Mu Rugui was notorious for his cruel temperament. Because of his bad behavior, he broke the legs of all the servants around him.

On the day the news of the marriage came out, the crown prince knelt down in front of the hall in the rain.

Xia Chaosheng also fell ill on the couch, and was about to die for love.

Everyone thinks that Xia Chaosheng and the prince are a match made in heaven, and they also think that he will resist the order for love, but unexpectedly...

He sat up in shock while dying, and struggled to climb onto Mu Rugui's sedan chair!

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After living a new life, Xia Chaosheng knew that the crown prince was not a good man, and not only would he confiscate his entire family in the future, he would also marry his concubine brother as the queen, and put him in the cold palace.

On the contrary, the seemingly downcast and disabled prince will one day have a bright future and power over the world.

There was only that person who was willing to be condemned by historians, bear eternal infamy, wear silver armor, and carried his cold body out of the cold palace step by step.

【Demining】

1. Strong and weak, weak and weak, let go of your own products

2. have children, have children, have children, have children, have children

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