villain is a good guy

Elder Yuxuan said, "No."

Venerable Cheng Ying was not surprised.

Demon cultivators are cunning and hide among the new disciples of various sects. If they do not activate the demon seeds in their bodies, they will be no different from ordinary monks.

Some demon cultivators, even because of their extraordinary talents, were trained by various sects at a great price, and their identities were exposed in the end, causing a catastrophe.

"It doesn't matter." Venerable Cheng Ying put one hand behind his back, made a decision thoughtfully, and then frowned, "Rong Yi slipped out of the cave again."

Elder Yuxuan couldn't help laughing and said: "I haven't congratulated Venerable yet, my beloved apprentice has regained his cultivation."

"Yeah." Venerable Cheng Ying's frozen expression softened a little.

"It's just on the back of Nephew Yan's hand..." Elder Yuxuan didn't finish his sentence, seeing Venerable Chengying frowning, he said hastily, "There is no demonic energy, so it can be seen that it is not the imprint left by the demon cultivator."

"Of course it's not a demon cultivator." Venerable Chengying clenched his hands hidden in the armholes, nails dug into the flesh.

It's not the imprint left by Moxiu, but it's not a good thing either.

Because Ling Jiushen sensed a breath left by the Dao of Heaven in the nine-petaled blood lotus.

Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and all things are dogs.

Everything in the world, regardless of life or death, cannot escape the control of the Dao of Heaven.

Ling Jiushen raised his head slowly, looking directly at the sky through the snow-capped Fushan Mountain.

The wind was surging, and a few dull thunderclaps rolled across the sky.

"Master..." The timid voice brought Ling Jiushen back to reality.

Standing behind Elder Yuxuan, Bai Liu summoned up her courage and offered the elixirs she had refined with both hands: "Master, please help me deliver these elixirs to Senior Brother Yan."

"My lord, I helped Bai Liu to refine these pills." Elder Yuxuan couldn't help but speak for Bai Liu when seeing that Venerable Chengying didn't move, "Mr. It couldn't be more appropriate."

Ling Jiu frowned slightly.

Medicinal pills...he had some better ones, but Yan Rongyi never wanted to take them, as if taking them when he was not injured was like poisoning him to death.

No.

Even if she was injured, Yan Rongyi was unwilling to take the pill.

Ling Jiushen had a headache because of this for a long time, thinking that Yan Rongyi was not afraid of pain, but later discovered by chance...he was just afraid of pain.

"Master." Bai Liu gritted his teeth, and presented the jade bottle in front of Venerable Chengying again.

Venerable Chengying put the pill in his sleeve indifferently: "Why don't you give it to him yourself?"

"Senior Brother Yan refuses to eat it." Bai Liu quietly retreated behind Elder Yuxuan, gripped his sword and complained angrily, "I used to add a layer of sugar coating to the pills to deceive him into jelly beans, so he was willing to accept... But the elixir refined this time cannot be sugar-coated, so... we can only ask Master to give it to him."

Bai Liu thought simply.

If it was the elixir given by Venerable Chengying himself, Senior Brother Yan would have to take it no matter what?

She really thought of Yan Rongyi too well.

What kind of person is Yan Rongyi?

He is a person that even Venerable Chengying can't control.

Yan Rongyi slipped out of the cave, hugged the chirping Fuxi, and flew down the mountain with her sword.

Fuxi was afraid that he would recover his cultivation base and subdue the Netherfire, so he hummed aggrievedly: "I...I'm here to find Wangshui, not to let you go."

"Okay, okay." Yan Rongyi agreed, and when he flew to the edge of the Tai Chi Dojo, he immediately threw Fuxi down.

Wang Shui, in fluttering white clothes, was teaching swordsmanship to new disciples, when he suddenly heard Fuxi's scream, he was still a little dazed, and waited for Chongming Bird to flop on his shoulder in embarrassment, before looking at Yan Rongyi floating in the air.

"Senior Brother Yan, you are bullying Fuxi again." Wang Shui put away the Xiaoyao Sword, and held the poor bird in his arms.

Yan Rongyi stepped on the Chengying sword and landed on the side of the dojo. Seeing the blue-robed disciple looking over his head, she suddenly realized: "Are you taking the apprentice again?"

"Senior brother Yan was joking, they are all from the same sect, how can they be regarded as apprentices?" Wang Shui frowned disapprovingly, "It's just the duty of being a white-robed disciple."

When Wangshui mentioned the word "responsibility", he intentionally emphasized his tone, and pronounced those two simple words with a condescending meaning.

Yan Rongyi broke out in a cold sweat.

He has never fulfilled his duty of teaching new disciples, so he is inevitably guilty.

"Thanks for your hard work." Yan Rongyi held Chengying Sword, looked left and right, and pretended to run away.

Seeing this, Wang Shui sighed helplessly.

... Some people are not born to be masters.

The senior brother of the Fushan School has profound cultivation and amazing talent, but if you really want to ask him how he cultivated, his answer will be infuriating.

For example, before Bai Shuang got acquainted with Yan Rongyi, she once ran to Qingwang Pavilion with admiration, waited from early morning to sunset, and finally waited to be carried back by the attentive, drunken elder brother.

Bai Shuang obediently squatted beside Yan Rongyi's bed, holding a small book, and humbly asked for advice: "Senior brother Yan, I can't always practice that move 'Jiang Haining Qingguang', can you teach me?"

Yan Rongyi hiccupped and said, "Okay, okay."

Then he pointed to the bamboo grove outside Qingwang Pavilion and said that if you recite "Jiang Hai Congeals Clear Light" to the bamboo all night, you will be able to break through.

Bai Shuang believed it was true, disregarding Qin Qin's obstruction, and chanted to Zhuzhu all night.

The result is of course useless.

Since then, Bai Shuang has recognized Yan Rongyi's personality, and when he saw him drinking, he made a detour, practiced sword and even followed Wangshui, and never asked him a single question.

Yan Rongyi felt aggrieved after waking up.

He found Bai Shuang and said solemnly: "That's how I broke through, if you don't believe me, ask my master."

Bai Shuang: "..."

I don't really want to talk to geniuses who practice swords like you.

The disciple standing behind Yan Rongyi and Wang Shui suddenly let out a muffled snort, then jumped up blushing: "I have condensed the sword pill, I have condensed the sword pill!"

Wang Shui walked over immediately, held his wrist, and probed with his spiritual power. After a while, he smiled and nodded: "Yes, the sword pill was indeed condensed."

Seeing the situation, Yan Rong suddenly lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand.

He is also holding Venerable Chengying's natal flying sword...

I have to find a chance to return the sword to the master, and then find the treasure of genius to refine a flying sword by myself.

As he thought so in his heart, spiritual power gathered under his feet again.

Cheng Yingjian seemed to have sensed something, and flew obediently to his feet.

"Why are you like this?" Yan Rongyi laughed, "You are master's natal flying sword, no matter how much you like me, you can't recognize me as master."

Cheng Yingjian seemed to understand what he said, and smacked the soles of his feet unconvinced.

"Okay, okay, can't it be okay if we don't talk?" Yan Rongyi shook a few times in mid-air, raised his hands and surrendered.

Only now did Cheng Yingjian stabilize.

This sword is no longer available.

Depressedly, he flew back to Venerable Chengying's cave, planning to go down the mountain tomorrow to find materials for refining the Flying Sword of Fate.

The snow queen lives in front, and the north wind howls. Several cranes cuddle together to keep each other warm.

He landed quietly in the snow, not even the cranes were disturbed.

Everything looked exactly as it had looked when he slipped out.

Master must not have noticed.

Yan Rong raised the corners of her lips triumphantly, and walked briskly into the cave, but the smile froze before her eyes reached her eyes.

By the sparkling pool, Ling Jiushen sat in front of the table, looking indifferently at the Heart Sutra that he hadn't finished copying.

"Master." Yan Rongyi knelt on one knee involuntarily, "When did you come back?"

"Don't want to see me?" Venerable Chengying rested his chin with one hand, and his silver hair fell from his shoulder like flowing water, like a bright star.

Yan Rongyi's heart skipped a beat, and she hastily lowered her head: "Master, what words are you talking about?"

"Why hide if you want to see me?"

"Master, this disciple is just bored, go out to breathe." Yan Rongyi touched the tip of his nose and explained aggrievedly.

Seeing him like this deeply, Ling Jiu felt angry in his heart.

Whenever Yan Rongyi felt guilty, she would touch the tip of her nose with her fingers.

This action often means that what Ling Jiushen said was taken as a deaf ear, and he didn't listen to it at all.

It's just that Venerable Chengying is usually unsmiling, even though his heart is full of anger, there is still no expression on his face, except for those amber eyes that sink, and the warm spring water in the cave also begins to freeze. ice flower.

"Master?"

Ling Jiushen understands Yan Rongyi, why doesn't Yan Rongyi understand Ling Jiushen?

He walked quickly to the side of Venerable Cheng Ying, risking his fingers freezing off, and grabbed the dark Taoist robe: "Master, what are you angry with me?"

"...I just went to the Tai Chi Dojo for a while, to see Wang Shui teaching the new disciples."

"You want to teach?" Ling Jiushen raised his eyelids, and his tone was clearly sarcasm, "If you want to, as a teacher, I will ask Wangshui to rest, and those disciples will be left to you."

Yan Rongyi smiled wryly and beat Venerable Chengying's back: "Don't you know me yet?"

"...It is fine for me to practice, but it is absolutely impossible for me to teach others to practice."

Venerable Chengying also knew about Yan Rongyi's cheating on Baishuang, so he let out a soft hum from his nose, seeing that he was still holding the Chengying sword, his expression was slightly relaxed: "How are your injuries?"

Yan Rongyi calmed down her playfulness, let the aura travel around the eight extraordinary meridians, and then respectfully said: "If you go back to Master, you will be fine."

"It's great, but it doesn't mean it's not good." Venerable Chengying took out the elixir refined by Baishuang from the armband, threw it into his arms, and ordered with a cold face, "Eat it."

When Yan Rongyi saw the elixir, his head hurt, and he hesitated to discuss: "Can I not take it?"

Venerable Chengying's face was cold and serious: "This is specially refined by Bai Liu for you."

"Junior Sister Bailiu?" He didn't hear the chill in Ling Jiushen's tone, he held the jade bottle carefully, looked at it for a long time, and then smiled, "Oh, as expected, Junior Sister is the caring little padded jacket."

Bai Shuang and the like can only add to his troubles.

After hearing these words, Ling Jiu added a bit of anger to his already indifferent face.

He reached out and touched Yan Rongyi's shoulder, and the thin ice immediately spread down the blood-red robe.

Yan Rongyi turned pale with shock, and knelt down in front of Venerable Cheng Ying again: "Master?"

Ling Jiushen came back to his senses suddenly, put his hands behind his back in embarrassment, clenched his trembling fingers, and explained through gritted teeth: "You have just recovered your cultivation base, your foundation is not stable, and it is not easy to use your spiritual energy... as a teacher, I will seal your dantian. You bear it Forbearance, at most three days, when your cultivation is stable, I will let you go down the mountain as a teacher."

After finishing speaking, she turned around in panic, not wanting Yan Rongyi to see the panic in her eyes.

The foundation is not stable, and there are many ways to make up for it.

The simplest one is that Ling Jiushen nourishes Yan Rongyi's meridians with his own aura, just like he did for Fuxi when he healed Fuxi's wounds. With just one finger, he can make Chongmingniao alive and kicking.

But Ling Jiu hides his selfishness deeply.

He didn't want Yan Rong to leave his sight.

Three days.

he thinks.

Only three days... After three days, let the apprentice go.

It is right to make up for the longing for the past ten years.

Venerable Chengying was very entangled in his heart, but Yan Rongyi was very calm when looking at Yan Rongyi.

The main reason is...he didn't feel that being sealed in his dantian was a punishment of catastrophe, and since he worshiped under Ling Jiushen, he had the deepest trust in his master.

Ling Jiushen is the number one swordsman in the world, if he really wants to harm him, can he still live till now?

Yan Rongyi rested her chin on one hand, sat at the side of the desk with peace of mind, picked up a brush, and prepared to continue copying the unfinished Heart Sutra.

...In the memory of the original owner, fines for copying are commonplace.

Yan Rongyi even felt that it was Venerable Chengying's fault that she didn't have the talent to teach her younger siblings.

When Venerable Chengying taught him, he also let him go.

After giving me the Heart Sutra and teaching swordsmanship, I let Yan Rongyi develop on his own.

If it wasn't for Yan Rongyi's talent, maybe he would still be sweating profusely with the disciples in the Taiji dojo, condensing sword pills!

Ling Jiu was fighting between heaven and man for a while, and when he looked back, he saw Yan Rongyi honestly copied the Heart Sutra, and secretly loosened his clenched fists: "Do you really want to go down the mountain?"

Yan Rongyi replied: "I want to, but I don't want to."

"What do you mean by that?" Ling Jiushen sat on the other side of the table, pinning the long hair hanging down his cheeks behind his ears.

Yan Rongyi rubbed her master's icy fingers with a smile: "I want to go down the mountain because I want to find the treasure of genius and refine the natal flying sword; I don't want to go down the mountain...Of course it's because of the master."

Ling Jiu withdrew his fingers as if he was so hot, pretending to be serious: "Because of me?"

"I'm not here, Master will definitely go to retreat again." He sighed faintly, and the memory of the original owner naturally appeared in his mind—it was all about Venerable Chengying—but if he goes down the mountain, the Fushan faction will never see the world again The first sword is repaired.

"...Master, who else in the world is better than you?" Yan Rongyi put the brush beside the inkstone, and sincerely persuaded, "You should have some fun too."

When Venerable Chengying heard the word "Lezi", his softened expression was frozen again: "Do you want me to be like you?"

Yan Rongyi hurriedly said: "Master, this disciple is not looking for any immoral fun..."

He just likes to look at the lights of thousands of families in the mortal world, to see men farming and women weaving, to see everything in the mortal world...but he doesn't participate.

"Besides, this disciple can't hold Master your natal flying sword all the time!" Yan Rong was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and simply took the Yingying sword with both hands, as if he was holding the venerable Yingying and would not retract the Yingying sword. He just kept raising his arms.

Ling Jiushen narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing what to expect.

...This is using his sword, I feel embarrassed.

That's right, ordinary sword cultivators have famous names, like Chunxue sword Baishuang, Xiaoyao sword Wangshui, it can never be his apprentice's turn, and he can't even bring out his natal flying sword.

"That's right, you are the first disciple of Fushan, so you should have your own flying sword." Chengying sword turned into a streamer, and the sword pill was taken back by Venerable Chengying, "There is some truth in what you said about having fun... "

Yan Rongyi looked happy, and then he heard Ling Jiushen say: "So I decided to accompany you down the mountain, lest you find bad materials, and the flying sword you refine in the future is not as good as the Furong sword that you forged. "

"..." No way.

Venerable Cheng Ying raised his sharp brows coldly when he saw his expression of embarrassment: "You don't want to?"

"I……"

"My trip is not just for your natal flying sword." Venerable Cheng Ying lowered his face and walked away, "It is also to find out the magic cultivator hidden among our white-robed disciples of the Fushan Sect! As the senior brother of the Fushan Sect , you should also take this matter to heart, and don't ask the teacher to worry about you every day!"

Cold sweat instantly soaked Yan Rongyi's back.

Master wants to find Moxiu, but he... is also Moxiu.