villain is a good guy

The wind howled, and Ling Jiu's dark robes fluttered in the wind. Like a goshawk that lost its wings, he stood sadly between the sky and the earth.

"Rongyi..." Ling Jiushen held the soul lamp tightly, and after a while, he stood up suddenly.

Up and down the Fushan Mountain, ten thousand swords blared together.

Even the seven elders with profound cultivation could not control their natal flying swords, showing panicked expressions.

At the same time, Ling Jiushen's figure disappeared in place.

But the world in the Nether Secret Territory collapsed, and the monks who were originally scattered all over fell into the third level.

The blissful sea of ​​flowers is as bright as day, and the fine snow is rolled up in the wind.

Wang Shui and the others climbed up from the ground in a daze, and when they saw the pitch-black figure appearing in midair, they were all stunned, and then hurriedly knelt down: "Master!"

Venerable Cheng Ying ignored it, he raised his hand, his five fingers trembled slightly, and grabbed "Buchou" by the throat.

"Buchou" spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, his face was distorted, and he took on the prototype in an instant. It turned out to be Gui Xia, the ghost cultivator of Wangyou Valley.

"Chengying...Honor Chengying..." Gui Xia knew that he would die, and laughed, "So what if you are the number one swordsman in the world? You...your apprentice has been... swallowed by the Netherfire... ...cough cough!"

"Nonsense." The tiny ice crystals gathered in the air, refracting the blue light of the Bliss Flower, and reflecting the chill on the face of Venerable Cheng Ying.

The blood at the corner of Gui Xia's mouth froze in an instant, turning into blood clots of different sizes, and fell to the ground in a rustle.

But Gui Xia was not afraid at all: "You...killed me...so what?"

"He... died... I avenged... my elder brother... I took revenge..."

"Nonsense!" Venerable Cheng Ying couldn't hear the word "death", an evil red light flashed in his eyes, and as he breathed, all the ice crystals around his body pierced Gui Xia's body with the sound of "pu chi".

A fine mist of blood rose from Ghost Xiu's body, and he still laughed arrogantly: "He...even his body is gone...you...what else can you do?"

"Nonsense, it's all nonsense!" Venerable Cheng Ying shook his hand violently, and Gui Xia's frozen body crashed into the sea of ​​flowers, shattering into large and small pieces.

The monks in the secret territory were too frightened to breathe out, and the disciples of the Fushan Sect bowed their heads and bowed to the ground.

No one can resist the coercion of a monk who is about to ascend.

What's more, Venerable Chengying, who was in a rage, didn't restrain his breath at all.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the cliff full of blissful flowers. The sharp humming burst into the air, and countless sword shadows flew up from the bottom of the cliff, and finally gathered in the palm of Venerable Chengying, turning into a shining Chengying sword.

Ling Jiu grasped his natal flying sword deeply, his amber eyes filled with deep regret.

If it wasn't for the suppression of the Netherfire, he would have saved Rongyi...

"I'll pick up Rongyi, you guys go back to Fushan."

A figure landed directly in front of Wang Shui, he hurriedly reached out to meet it, it turned out to be the unconscious Lin Yaoyin.

"Master?" Wang Shui suddenly raised his head, and the dark figure had disappeared.

"Senior brother, what's going on here?" The pale Baishuang held the trembling Haruyuki sword, breathing rapidly, "Master...where did Master go?"

"The fourth stage of the Nether Secret Realm." Fuxi, who was on Wangshui's shoulder, cried out in surprise, "Master once told me that if you want to refine the pill that will restore Senior Brother Yan's cultivation, you must go to the Nether Secret Realm Find the Promise Grass."

"But the entrance to the fourth layer of secret realm is not here." Chongming Bird trembled, stuffing his small head into his feathers, "I can feel...there is only endless ghost fire below."

Wang Shui hugged the trembling Fuxi in his arms.

The poor Chongming Bird once fell into the netherworld and suffered from the burning of the netherworld fire.

"Master and Senior Brother Yan are both below, are we really going back to Fushan?" Bai Shuang bit her lip and controlled the real fire to go down the cliff. Bai Shuang also spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Nonsense!" Wang Shui reached out his hand like lightning, pulled Bai Shuang behind his back, and put his sword in front of him, barely blocking the fire wave rising from the cliff along with the real fire.

"Senior Brother Wang Shui," Bai Shuang covered her heart, feeling lingering fear, "Senior Brother Yan has no cultivation base, if he falls..."

"With Master here, nothing will happen." Wang Shui forced himself to calm down, interrupted his words, turned to look at a group of stunned disciples, and said in a low voice, "The secret realm is destroyed, take them back to Fushan first Pai, Yin Qin and I will stay here, waiting for Shizun and Senior Brother Yan to show up."

"But..." Wang Shui was here, Senior Brother Yan's life and death were uncertain, so Bai Shuang was naturally unwilling to go back.

"The Fushan Ceremony is not over yet. Except for you, none of the Fushan enforcers are on the mountain." Wang Shui pressed his shoulder and asked coldly, "Are you going to ask Abbot Luo Yu to open the mountain ceremony?"

As a human being, Wang Shui has always been introverted, even if he is diligent about abandoning the way of swordsmanship and practicing the way of ruthlessness, he has never shown such obvious malice.

Bai Shuang trembled all over, lowered her head and said, "Senior brother, I understand."

"It's only us..." Wang Shui looked at the dark bottom of the cliff again, and the rest of the words turned into a sigh.

But Bai Shuang knew what Wang Shui wanted to say.

On Fushan today, they are the only ones who still believe in Yan Rongyi.

Yan Rongyi felt that she was dead.

The nether fire not only burned his body, but also burned his soul.

The moment he was engulfed by the flames, he lost consciousness directly.

If it was said that Yan Rongyi was the proud son of heaven that even the pure-hearted and ascetic Buddhist practitioners would never forget, then now that his body is wrapped in flames, he can only be regarded as a mass of rotten flesh.

The flesh and flesh on his body had been burnt away, except for the blood veins wrapped in aura cast by Venerable Chengying, the outline could still be vaguely discerned, and the rest had turned into dense white bones with black flames attached.

The Netherfire flowed unconsciously, treating Yan Rongyi like an ordinary moth, engulfing her, and wandering around in the quiet space.

At a certain moment, the sound of breaking wind suddenly came from the sea of ​​flames, and the pitch-black figure tore through the flames and broke into the scorching world.

Venerable Cheng Ying, who was holding the sword, locked onto Yan Rongyi for an instant. He suppressed the despair in his heart, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around the broken body of his apprentice, as if he couldn't see the terrifying face with the skull exposed.

Ling Jiushen released Yuanshen without hesitation, wrapping Yan Rongyi's remnant body, and when he was about to leave the Nether Fire, his pupils shrank suddenly - a cluster of tiny flames drilled into Yan Rongyi's snow-white finger bones.

He quietly suspended in the sea of ​​flames, and after a while, he let out a long sigh: "Forget it, it's also a chance."

After saying that, he hugged Yan Rongyi in his arms, letting the pitch-black flames engulf them.

Yan Rongyi had a dream.

Or... the memory of the original body has been revived in the body.

Maybe he was burned to death by the Netherfire?

He thought sadly.

It turns out that Yan Rongyi, the villain in "Strategy", has a more miserable and complicated life experience than Luo Yu.

Everyone in the world hates Moxiu, and Yan Rongyi is no exception.

However, he was raised by demons.

Even those who are born in the world are fond of talking about the so-called "root bones" that are rare in a thousand years, and they are constantly piled up by demon cultivators using pills.

If the medicine can't reach it, they will kill innocent creatures, look for disciples from various sects with high talents, refine them into pills, and feed them to orphans like Yan Rongyi.

Moxiu cultivated countless "geniuses" similar to Yan Rongyi through inhumane means, and let them kill each other.

Yan Rongyi survived to the end, stepped on countless corpses of the same kind, and came to Fushan with a bloody smell all over her body. She accidentally fell into the eyes of Venerable Chengying and became the senior brother of Fushan School.

However, even if he became the first disciple of Fushan that everyone admired, he still couldn't get rid of his background as a demon cultivator.

In March in Fushan, spring peaches are in full bloom.

Yan Rongyi stepped down the mountain with her sword, and accompanied by falling flowers, landed on the tip of the giant kun's wings.

He often pursed his lips in a smile, frowning and fiddling with the sword shadow on his fingertips.

In the sea of ​​clouds not far away, the giant kun tossed slowly, without seeing the end.

"You did a good job." A white phantom appeared out of thin air behind Yan Rongyi.

He didn't look back, and asked indifferently: "Aside from me on Fushan, who else belongs to you?"

"You just have to do your own thing, and the others... there's no need to know."

Yan Rongyi sneered, looking back at the phantom behind her, although she couldn't distinguish the face of the other person, but when she saw the lines on the white robe clearly, her eyes showed a lot of fear.

"White robe... there is a white robe disciple who is a demon cultivator?!"

"Is it strange?" Xuying stretched out a hand, caressing his handsome face, "Even Venerable Chengying's most favored disciple is a demon cultivator, and among the white-robed disciples is a demon cultivator...it's nothing Strange thing."

Yan Rongyi suppressed the fear in her heart, closed her eyes, released the sword intent into gurgling water, and explored the boundless sea of ​​clouds.

Xu Ying laughed loudly: "It's useless, Yan Rongyi, the demon seeds in your body and mine have never been activated, even if Venerable Cheng Ying is here, I can't detect that you are a demon cultivator!"

"...With you, how can you find me?!"

As he spoke, the phantom exploded and turned into feathers that fell from the giant kun's wings.

"Just wait, one day, your true identity will be exposed." The voice of phantom echoed between heaven and earth, viciously revealing the deepest fear in Yan Rongyi's heart, "Think about it, by then, who once respected you How will your people treat you... You are a demon cultivator, a demon cultivator who everyone can get and punish! Hahaha, it's really interesting, the first disciple of the number one sword cultivator in the world is actually a demon cultivator!"

"...Yan Rongyi, think about it carefully. Could it be your most respected master who was the first to attack you?"

Yan Rongyi jumped into the air suddenly, and said angrily to the void: "No—"

"No!" A hoarse roar came from the pale skeleton.

It turned out that he had never colluded with Moxiu.

He has always been a magician.

Yan Rongyi in Venerable Chengying's arms was completely burned into a skeleton.

Immediately afterwards, two blood-red flames rose from his empty eyes, and the new flesh quickly spread to all limbs and bones.

"No..." His voice gradually returned to human voice.

"Tolerance?"

Yan Rongyi looked up blankly, realizing that she was still in flames, and Venerable Chengying...

Yan Rongyi's eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes fell on the hair hanging in front of him, and he squeezed out two words from his throat with difficulty and jerky: "Master..."

"Yeah." Venerable Chengying looked at him indifferently, and when he saw that he regained consciousness, he let go of the hand around his waist without hesitation, and then pointed at the flame in front of him lightly. It splits the lengthy channel.

Yan Rongyi realized belatedly that he was no longer afraid of the Netherfire, and then, he found that his dantian was filled with sufficient aura.

His cultivation has returned.

But if the price is so—he looked at the three thousand silver threads pouring down from Venerable Chengying's shoulder in pain—he would rather not have this cultivation.

"Master, your hair..." Yan Rongyi grabbed Venerable Cheng Ying's sleeve.

"No problem." Venerable Chengying lowered his eyes, looked at the slender fingers beside his sleeves, and there was a slight tenderness in his eyes, "How do you feel?"

"The cultivation base...is back."

"Well, the Netherfire has reshaped your meridians and dantian." Venerable Chengying was not surprised, turned around and stepped on the void, and walked out, "It also gave you the ability to manipulate the Netherfire. In time, you Your cultivation level must be improved to a higher level, even the elders of the faction are no match for you."

Yan Rongyi raised his finger at the Netherfire according to his words, and the pitch-black flame obediently jumped into his palm.

It was a blessing in disguise, and he really possessed the ability to manipulate Netherfire.

"I leave the Chengying Sword to you, and I will go back to Fushan first for my teacher." A faint pain flashed across the brows of the Venerable Chengying, and his tone became colder, "Don't, don't disturb me Qingxiu if you have nothing to do."

"Master?" Before Yan Rongyi could take back the flame in his palm, the figure of Venerable Cheng Ying disappeared in the sky and the earth.

He stood in the sea of ​​flames frowning, his red robe fluttering, and the moles at the end of his eyes became scarlet.

After recovering the memory of her original body, Yan Rongyi is not as naive as before.

In order to save him, Venerable Cheng Ying must have paid a high price, otherwise the three thousand black hairs would not have all turned into snow-white silver hair in one day.

"Master." Yan Rongyi swallowed the complicated emotions in his heart, and when he opened his eyes again, his inside was clear, "It's all here."

With a wave of his arm, the nether fire dissipated, revealing the Promise Grass that grew lushly under the sea of ​​flames.

Promise Grass relies on the Nether Fire to grow, its leaves are crystal clear like jade, and its meridians are clearly visible.

Now Yan Rongyi's physical body was reshaped by ghost fire, and the Promise Grass fell in his palm, and it grew more luxuriantly than in the soil.

He smiled slightly, put the Promise Grass in his sleeve, and then stepped on the Yingying Sword, turned into a streamer, broke through the shackles of the Netherfire, and came to the bottom of the cliff.

That day, in order to save Lin Yaoyin, he fell from the cliff, and it has been an unknown number of days and nights.

Yan Rong expected that the outside world would be turned upside down, but he didn't expect that the secret realm would collapse, leaving only the bliss flower blooming in the third level.

"Senior Brother Yan!" Two anxious voices sounded from the cliff.

Yan Rongyi followed the prestige, and when he saw the two people on the cliff, he couldn't help but smile: "Are you still here?"

Watching Yan Rongyi fly up from the bottom of the cliff, Wang Shui said happily, "Congratulations, senior brother, for recovering his cultivation."

He waved his hand: "It's not worth mentioning... What about those new disciples?"

"Senior Brother Yan, you have been under the cliff for seven to 49 days, those disciples have already gone back." Wang Shui smiled bitterly, "If you don't come out again, Junior Brother Yin and I will go back to the Fushan School."

"Has it been 49 days?" Yan Rongyi murmured softly.

It turned out that Venerable Chengying stayed with him under the cliff for 49 days.

...and also endured a full 49 days of heart-burning suffering from the fire of the netherworld.

Yan Rongyi remembered her identity as a demon cultivator, her eyes darkened, and she lowered her eyes to look at the deep pit where Gui Xia's corpses were scattered.

...to die beyond death.

Yan Rongyi felt uncomfortable.

If he regained the memory of his original body when he entered the secret realm, he would never be confused by Gui Xia's pretended "no worries".

Of course, even if he has memory, he has no cultivation.

Even if he recognized Gui Xia, he would be thrown off the cliff.

Thinking of this, Yan Rong dispelled the stagnation in his heart, snapped his fingers, and the dark fire fell beside the corpse, engulfing the remaining blood clots.

So far, the last trace of Gui Xia in the world has disappeared.

"The Nether Fire?" Wang Shui exclaimed, seeing the pitch-black flame jump back into Yan Rongyi's palm, full of envy, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Yan for recovering the Nether Fire."

"It's Master..." He sighed, not wanting to talk further, and turned to look at the broken secret realm, dumbfounded, "Is this also Master's handwriting?"

Wang Shui nodded helplessly: "Yes. Brother Yan, just as you fell off the cliff, Master rushed over."

"...At that time, I was looking for new disciples at the second level of the secret realm. Before I even met Bai Shuang, the secret realm collapsed."

"...Although I don't know what exactly happened, but this kind of handwriting, except for Master... no one else can do it."

"How can this be good?" Yan Rongyi hugged the Chengying sword, shook his head with a smile, and pointed at the dilapidated secret realm, "From now on, all new disciples who have just entered the sect will not be able to come to the Nether secret realm to practice...bad Now, is this pot going to be pinned on our Fushan faction again?"

"...not right. Wangshui, I have to leave it to you to explain about the secret realm!" He naturally handed over the trifles to Wangshui, and seeing the helpless face of the white-clothed swordsman beside him, he quickly changed his words, "That's all, Let me do it."

"Senior brother Yan, please don't write any more jade slips of apology." Wang Shui didn't appreciate it, and sacrificed his natal flying sword, and stepped on the sword. mad!"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi searched for a while in the chaotic memory, and finally remembered what Wang Shui was talking about.

That happened not long after he had just become Venerable Cheng Ying's apprentice.

The Buddhist cultivators of Nanzhaoti Temple discovered a new secret place. After Yan Rongyi got the news, she happily flew to explore with her sword.

On the way, he bumped into several disciples from different sects. They were all walking together. They were originally peaceful and nothing happened, but when they came out of the secret realm, except for Yan Rongyi who returned with a full load, everyone else was empty-handed.

...which is more intriguing.

After the disciples of each sect went back, they each complained to the teacher, accusing Yan Rongyi of the jade slips that fell like snowflakes on the top of the Fushan sect.

Just as Venerable Cheng Ying was in retreat, several elders of the Fushan Sect decided to ask Yan Rongyi to write a jade slip of apology in order to quell the anger of various sects.

Just write.

Yan Rongyi smiled and agreed, picked up a pen and ridiculed the disciples of all sects, and finally added a sentence at the end of the jade slip: "I'm sorry for stealing your magic weapon, but who told you that you can't beat me?"

It is conceivable that after the jade slips were sent out, the factions were furious and cursed Yan Rongyi behind their backs.

But no matter how angry they were, they did not dare to go up Fushan.

Because Venerable Chengying has left the customs.

"Genius and earth treasure, those who are capable will get it." On that day, Xian Hefei, who carried the message of Venerable Cheng Ying, joined the world's various sects.

Hey, Ling Jiushen blatantly supports his apprentice, what else can they say?

Having said that, I can't beat it.

That's it.

In fact, Yan Rongyi did not deliberately snatch the magic weapon.

On the contrary, he, who didn't want the magic weapon the most, was feared by all the monks because of his profound cultivation, and was almost trapped to death in the secret realm in the end.

Fortunately, he was carrying the magic weapon given by Venerable Chengying, so he escaped with difficulty.

After escaping, Yan Rongyi did not return to the Fushan School immediately, but waited outside the secret area, and robbed the monks who had returned with a full load.

This is also the true meaning of what Venerable Cheng Ying said, "Genius and earth treasures, those who are capable will get them".

Thinking of this, Yan Rong couldn't help curling the corners of his lips. He stepped on the Yingying Sword, and seeing Yin Qin still standing there, he couldn't help feeling a little distressed.

... To say that he is courteous is pure nonsense.

Yin Qin is a boring gourd, if he can't find a drinking buddy on weekdays, he won't say a few words to him.

Yan Rongyi only thinks of being courteous when she is drinking.

He is a caring person with a large capacity for alcohol and good wine quality.

Every time Yan Rongyi hid Venerable Chengying and got drunk, he would graciously carry him back to the bamboo building, and even punish him for him.

But Yan Rongyi didn't do nothing!

Most of the good wine he got went into Qin Qin's belly.

As for how Qin Qin cultivated the way of ruthlessness... Yan Rongyi is even more innocent.

One day, he woke up from a hangover, opened his eyes drowsily, and before he had time to change into a decent Taoist robe, gossip about his specialization in Wuqing Dao spread throughout the Fushan School.

Yan Rongyi, who came out to eat breakfast, was startled into a cold sweat, and Yu Jian pulled Yin Qin out of the room: "What's the matter with you kid, why are you practicing the ruthless way?"

The usually expressionless and courteous expression became even more rigid at the moment: "It has nothing to do with senior brother."

"Of course it has nothing to do with me!" Yan Rongyi scratched her hair inexplicably, "Did you become obsessed when you were cultivating? Come on, come with me to see Master...Hey, why are you vomiting blood?!"

Yin Qin raised his arm and wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips. Immediately, a bright red mark appeared on the snow-white Fushan Taoist robe: "It's okay. Brother Yan, I've made up my mind, you don't have to persuade me."

"...Whether I practice the way of swordsmanship or the way of ruthlessness, I am your junior brother, right?"

"Of course you are." Yan Rongyi suppressed the smile on his face, and solemnly patted Qin Qin's shoulder, "Even if you are a demon cultivator, you will always be my junior."

When Qin Qin heard this, his eyelashes trembled fiercely, and then he said respectfully: "Senior Brother Yan, I have not recovered from my internal injuries, and I will be practicing in seclusion for a while. If you want to drink during this time, find someone else."

"No hurry, I'll wait for you to leave the customs." Yan Rongyi wanted to persuade her again, but when she saw Yin Qin, she turned around and walked into the bedroom without hesitation, touching her nose in embarrassment.

He murmured to himself: Where did the surnamed Yin come from with internal injuries...

But Yan Rong didn't want to explore the secrets of his younger brother, and even took the gossip and gossip of the Fushan School as a joke.

He is free and easy, no matter how exaggerated the gossip is, it doesn't matter.

. . . Courtesy is different.

I don't know what to say when I have something on my mind, I just know it's boring in my heart.

What should I do if I am suffocated?

So Yan Rongyi, who just flew up from the cliff, clenched his fist and coughed lightly against his lips: "Junior Brother Yin, will you go back to the Fushan School with me?"

I haven't seen her for 49 days, and Yin Qin's complexion is getting paler. When she speaks, except for the movement of her lips, the other parts are abnormally stiff.

Holding the ruthless sword, he answered in a low voice: "Okay."

Well, completely turned to stone.

Yan Rongyi didn't know what the diligent master, Elder Kaiyang thought, but in the future, if he accepted his apprentice, he would definitely put the ruthless way in the forbidden cultivation method.

Otherwise, what is the meaning of life if you face a rock all day long?

Yan Rongyi shook her head while thinking, and looked back when she rushed out of the Nether Secret Realm with the Yingying Sword.

Seeing this, the wry smile at the corner of his mouth deepened.

Venerable Chengying must have lost his temper.

Even the entrance to the secret realm was torn apart, and the light blue spring water no longer existed, leaving only a pit full of yellow sand and mud.

"Friend Daoist Yan...Friend Daoist Yan!" Just as he was thinking, a figure flew over from a distance in embarrassment.

Yan Rongyi managed to stabilize Feijian, and Yin Qin supported the man's arm from left to right, and then took a closer look: "Aren't you worried?!"

Don't you just worry?

Buchou barely stood firm on the magic weapon, and said a Buddha's name to Yan Rongyi: "Fellow Taoist Yan, I listened to the younger brother who came out of the secret realm. Gui Xia from Wangyou Valley pretended to be me on purpose and pushed you into it. It's really my fault for igniting the fire of the netherworld."

"It has nothing to do with Fellow Daoist Buchou." Yan Rongyi bowed back, "It wasn't him who pushed me into the fire of the netherworld... Anyway, it has nothing to do with Fellow Daoist Buchou, you don't need to blame yourself."

Yin Qin also obstinately agreed: "Gui Xia showed his original form in Master's hands that day, and all the disciples present witnessed it with their own eyes."

"Good." Standing on the Buddhist beads without worry, looking at the broken entrance to the secret realm, he was speechless for a while.

"My master didn't mean it either." Yan Rong didn't want Venerable Chengying to take the blame for her, and said, "It happened suddenly..."

"Little monk understands." Buchou interrupted him with a smile, "If my disciples are pushed into the fire of the nether world, the elder suzerain will do the same. Fellow Daoist Yan, don't need to be nervous."

"It's great that you don't have to worry about thinking like this." Yan Rongyi secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

He was eager to return to the Fushan School, and after saying goodbye to Buchou, he and Yin Qin Yujian passed through the sea of ​​clouds where the giant kun was soaring, and landed in front of the mountain gate before dark.

"Junior Brother Yin, let's stay here." Yan Rongyi stood on the Yingying Sword, waved to Yin Qin, full of Ling Jiushen, "If you have anything, come to Qingwang Pavilion to find me."

After recovering the memory of his original body, he already knew the name of Zhulou.

But looking at Yin Qin's stiff expression, Yan Rongyi felt that there was a high probability that this junior who practiced the way of ruthlessness would not come to him.

What a pity, who else can drink with?

Forget the water and don't drink alcohol, pour Baishuang in a glass, and set fires everywhere after Fuxi drank...

Yan Rong thought for a while, then shook her head regretfully.

...or quit drinking.

In a blink of an eye, he had already arrived in front of the cave where Venerable Cheng Ying retreated.

The cave where Venerable Cheng Ying retreated naturally has a name.

It was Yan Rongyi who took it, and it was called Xuehouju.

It means a place where you can live in peace after a snowstorm.

When this name was chosen, Yan Rongyi was still young, and now she can't say it anymore, Venerable Chengying doesn't care, and even wrote a plaque and hung it in front of the cave, but later, I don't know what happened, and the plaque disappeared up.

It was probably taken away when "Yan Rongyi" was pierced by the souls of the previous traversers.

He rested his forehead and sighed.

How nice it would be to restore the memories of the previous traversers?

Now he has to be careful with what he says, because if the truth is revealed, not only the identity of the time traveler will be exposed, but even the identity of the demon cultivator may not be able to be concealed.

Life is really hard.

Let's talk less in the future!

As soon as Yan Rongyi made up his mind, he turned to the door of the cave and shouted: "Master, I'm back."

"...Master, are you injured?"

"...Master, you clearly have the ability to regain the fire of the netherworld, why did you give it to me?"

"...Master, this disciple would rather not recover his cultivation, than you have to suffer from the burning fire for me."

--boom!

The door of the cave opened.

"...The restriction of the cave mansion is useless to you." Venerable Chengying's helpless voice floated from the depths of the cave mansion.

Yan Rongyi heard the words, immediately carried the Yingying sword, walked into the cave, and looked at the stalactites in the cave.

His master, known as the number one swordsman in the world, used stalactites to vent his anger when he was angry.

Yan Rongyi looked at the bare cave roof, cold sweat broke out on his back: "Master..."

"You know how to come back?"

When the water broke, Yan Rongyi knelt on one knee by the pool: "Master, please take the fire of the nether world away from my body."

"Nonsense." The black mist wrapped around Ling Jiushen's body, and it instantly turned into a wide-sleeved robe, which was held on the ground. Following his steps, he rustled to Yan Rongyi's side, "Take it back, you don't need it with this body." gone?"

"It's not so exaggerated..." He smiled heartlessly, picked up the robe that Venerable Chengying dragged on the ground, followed Ling Jiushen, and asked curiously, "Master, can your hair change back?" ?”

"Probably." Venerable Chengying's dripping silver threads were scattered on his shoulders, as if covered with a thin layer of snow, and the aura exuding from his whole body became even more chilling.

Only Yan Rongyi was not afraid, and even reached out to touch it.

He was half a head shorter than Venerable Chengying, just enough to hold his soft hair in his arms.

"Let's change back." Yan Rongyi sincerely sighed.

Venerable Chengying already exuded the aura that strangers should not enter, but now his hair is like snow, making it even more difficult to approach.

"How can we practitioners pay attention to appearance?" Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Venerable Cheng Ying suddenly turned around, "Rong Yi, what have I taught you?"

Yan Rongyi didn't have the slightest precaution, and was choked by Venerable Chengying just like that.

"With a pure mind and a pure mind, you can achieve greatness." Regardless of what he thought, Ling Jiushen waved his sleeves, and there were more desks in front of him, "Copy the Fushan Heart Sutra a hundred times. If you can't finish it, don't go out."

"Master?" Yan Rongyi gasped, "The opening ceremony is not over yet, right? I want to go and see..."

"What are you looking at?" He didn't mention the mountain opening ceremony, but when he mentioned it, frost filled the brows of Venerable Chengying again, and the stalactites on their heads began to shatter, turning into ashes, and falling down one after another, " Are you so concerned about the opening ceremony?"

Yan Rongyi shook her head in embarrassment: "It's not..."

Of course he is not obsessed with the opening ceremony, he just wants to find an excuse not to copy the Heart Sutra.

But the previous traverser, the one who drove him into the Cliff of Thoughts, must be very persistent.

"Then copy it carefully." Venerable Chengying saw Yan Rongyi sitting obediently in front of the desk, and then withdrew his cold gaze, and his tone softened, "When you finish copying, the teacher will let you go down the mountain."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi bitterly copied the Heart Sutra, and when Venerable Chengying left, he immediately collapsed on the ground, raised his right hand in front of his eyes, and frowned to observe the blood-red lotus—he had recovered the memory of the original owner, but still did not know " What is the Raiders.

Does he live in a book, or is he the villain in the book?

Since he is a villain, why did he still get "Strategy"?

Yan Rongyi remembered what was written in "Strategy", turned over and sat up abruptly, and hurriedly chanted "turning the page", and then his eyes lit up.

"Enter the Nether Secret Realm in three days and get a great opportunity."

That's true!

He entered the Nether Secret Realm, not only reshaping the tendons and dantian, but also recovering the Nether Fire, which is really a great opportunity.

"Guide, guide?" Yan Rongyi excitedly called out to the black mist he saw when he first came to this world.

He wants to apologize to the guide, for doubting the original intention of the guide to help him, and for doubting the authenticity of the content in "Strategy".

Now it seems that everything is too much for him to worry about.

At the same time, in Luo Yu's bedroom, the "guide" curled up in the corner of the room, enduring Jianxiu's anger.

"Because Ling Jiushen also went to the Nether Secret Realm, so you dare not stay?"

The guide huddled into a ball, and complained aggrievedly: "I came back after seeing Gui Xia push him off the cliff with my own eyes... Who knew Ling Jiushen would go?"

The implication is that Yan Rongyi would have been reduced to ashes long ago if Ling Jiushen hadn't suddenly appeared in the Netherworld.

"Then how did he survive?" Luo Yu sneered, and asked the guide, "He lost his cultivation base and his dantian, no matter how quickly Venerable Cheng Ying left, he should have been burned to ashes! You But don't tell me that he, an outcast of heaven, can also get great opportunities in the secret realm!"

How did Luo Yu know that Venerable Cheng Ying protected Yan Rongyi's meridians with his own aura, and was willing to endure 49 days of burning fire, just to help him recover his cultivation?

The guide couldn't figure it out either, and turned into a faint mist, floating out of the window: "Wait for me to find out!"

Thus, Yan Rongyi, who was dozing off in the cave, opened her eyes and saw a small cloud of black mist crouching pitifully on the table.

Under the cover of Heavenly Dao, the guide was still afraid of being noticed by Venerable Cheng Ying, so he didn't even dare to speak aloud, and hurriedly asked: "How did you get out of the Nether Secret Realm?"

Yan Rongyi held her chin, and lightly poked the black mist with the brush in her hand: "I have to thank you."

Guide:"……?"

"Following the book in the "Strategy", I entered the Netherworld, and met Gui Xia who was pretending to be a fellow Taoist."

"I know." The guide urged, "I also know that he pushed you off the cliff."

Yan Rongyi raised her eyebrows unexpectedly: "You know all about this?"

"...What the hell are you, Heavenly Dao?"

The black mist trembled: "What am I, you don't have to ask again, this is a question I can't answer for you. You first tell me what happened after you were pushed off the cliff."

"...how did you survive?"

Yan Rongyi pursed her lips and pressed the center of her brows, deliberately omitting Venerable Chengying's rescue of him, and only said: "The fire of the netherworld has reshaped my meridians."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black mist trembled heavily, and his voice changed, as if he was dying, exhausting all his strength to ask a question: "Then you came out?"

"No," Yan Rongyi shook his head with a smile, raised his right hand in front of the black mist, and snapped his fingers. The dark Nether Fire landed on his fingertips and danced mischievously, "I also put the Nether Fire The fire is out."

Guide:"……"? ? ?

"What's the matter?" Keenly aware of the strangeness of the guide, Yan Rongyi withdrew the Netherfire, and turned to poke the thin mist.

As a result, the dark mist that wasn't thick at all dissipated before his eyes.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi: "???"

Wait, the leader of this world...wouldn't just be burned by him? ? ?

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