villain is a good guy

Yan Rongyi only felt tired.

Why did the previous traversers offend the crane?

"You don't admit it?"

Seeing Bai Shuang standing in the snow, ready to count his sins, Yan Rongyi quickly changed the subject: "Didn't you say Master wants to see me? Don't waste the time."

Bai Shuang snorted coldly and closed her mouth.

Go out of the cave, walk ten steps forward, and you will be in the abyss.

The snowflakes rushed up to the sky, and on the stone tablet covered by snow, there were three vigorous words engraved on it - Siguoya.

Thinking that there seemed to be a beast under the cliff, the wind roared and howled, it was creepy to hear.

The snow was as dense as fog, but the cranes that flew far away were not affected at all and soared above the blue sky.

A voice suddenly appeared in Yan Rongyi's mind: "The other side of the wind and snow is the Fushan School."

The voice was distant and cold, before he listened carefully, it drifted away.

He tilted his head and looked at the frosty Baishuang.

The cold wind got into the boy's collar, like a few naughty pigeons hiding in his armholes and flapping their wings, ready to fly.

Bai Shuang said: "Senior brother Yan, today is not what it used to be. If you lose your cultivation, you may not even be able to go back to Fushan."

Yan Rongyi was so overwhelmed that she couldn't speak.

Bai Shuang still felt that he was not congested enough, so he continued: "Although any disciple of the Fushan School can control the sword, not everyone can enter Siguoya."

Yan Rongyi: "..." Enough is enough.

Bai Shuang really thought he couldn't hear the schadenfreude in his tone? ? ?

However, after Bai Shuang expressed his emotions, he still held the sword in his hand: "Since I promised Senior Brother Wangshui, I will definitely bring you back to the Fushan School."

Before the words fell, the sword in his hand made a buzzing sound.

I saw the one-inch-wide sword shining brightly, leaping into the air, and turning into a huge sword that two people could stand on.

"It's cheaper for you." Bai Shuang reluctantly stretched out her hand to Yan Rongyi, "Senior brother Wang Shui hasn't even stepped on my sword."

The sword floating in the air seemed to understand Bai Shuang's words, and when Yan Rongyi stepped on it, it trembled slightly.

Yan Rongyi stood unsteadily on the narrow sword body, her teeth chattered when the cold wind blew: "You won't fly halfway and push me off the sword, will you?"

"You think I'm you?" Bai Shuang dismissively.

Yan Rongyi was silent for a moment, then cautiously asked: "I won't really push you off the sword, will I?"

Bai Shuang: "Hehe."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

He shouldn't have asked.

Between Siguo Cliff and Fushan Mountain, there is a natural moat created by wind and snow.

It is difficult for ordinary people to get close, only the disciples of the Fushan School can fly with swords in the blizzard.

Bai Shuang's sword control skills are very good, stepping on the sword and soaring straight up, following the trajectory of the crane's flight, slowly rising into the sea of ​​clouds.

The white snow was trampled under their feet, and the Fushan hidden in the colorful rays of light revealed its traces.

Fushan, as the name suggests, is a mountain that stands on the back of a giant kun and floats in mid-air.

Just in the evening, the setting sun melts gold, auspicious clouds billow, and giant kuns cry.

The sky fire burns slowly on the snow-white wings of the auspicious beast.

Fearless of the sky fire, the giant kun flapped its huge wings, and countless streamers of light immediately rippled in the sky, which was extremely gorgeous.

Yan Rongyi was dumbfounded.

"The ceremony of opening the mountain is coming soon, please be honest." Bai Shuang was not surprised by the glow of the sky, flew to the gate of Fushan Mountain, turned over and drew his sword, and pulled him to his side fiercely, "If I were Master, I would kill you!" It will be locked until the end of the grand ceremony...to save you from making trouble everywhere."

"What is the Mountain Ceremony?"

"Are you dazed on Siguo Cliff?" Bai Shuang's hand holding the sword was clenched violently, and veins popped up on her wrist, "Why don't you secretly collude with those people under the banner of receiving disciples from various sects... You won't be trapped by the Dragon Binding Lock for ten years!"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Hey, it's another scapegoat left by the previous traverser.

His old god squinted his eyes on the ground, as if he was looking at the majestic and towering mountain gate of the Fushan School, but in fact he was hiding his embarrassment that he didn't know anything.

Bai Shuang stood aside, looking at Yan Rongyi, hating that iron cannot be made into steel.

Back then, when he had just joined the Fushan School, the sword cultivator he admired in his heart, besides his master, was Yan Rongyi, the senior brother of the Fushan School.

That year's Yan Rongyi, wearing a red dress and a silver sword, looked handsome and handsome with an unparalleled temperament. Standing on the sword, she looked like an exiled immortal walking out of a picture scroll.

When the disciples of the Fushan School saw it, who wouldn't call him "big brother"?

But now...

Bai Shuang lowered her eyes unbearably, and her tongue was bitter: "Senior brother Yan, you don't have to be obsessed with the mountain-breaking ceremony anymore, the master will definitely let that person arrange it. You take care of your wounds, maybe you can return to your cultivation base."

"...Brother Yan, let the past go, you are still the only big brother in my heart."

Yan Rongyi, who stood silently by the side, sneezed suddenly: "Hey, our Fushan faction is dead, why is there no one in front of the door?"

Bai Shuang: "..."

Bai Shuang fed the dog in depression, wishing to kill the senior brother of the Fushan School by the sword.

With a dark face, the young man took out a jade tablet from his pocket, and slammed it at Yan Rongyi's face, "Go away, go up the mountain by yourself!"

He was able to catch it: "Aren't you sending me off?"

"I can control the sword, how about you?" Bai Shuang left Yan Rongyi a cold head, stepped on the flying sword, turned into a streamer in the sky, and disappeared instantly.

"Silly boy." After Bai Shuang was sent away, the cynicism on Yan Rongyi's face faded away.

He sighed faintly, and raised his right hand in resignation.

The bloody nine-petal lotus was extremely coquettish, Yan Rongyi only took one look, and a white light flashed in front of his eyes like a flock of sheep, and then, the book called "Strategy" appeared in front of him again.

——Luo Yu lost her parents when she was young...

The content of the book has not changed.

Yan Rongyi frowned and said silently: "Turn the page."

"Strategy" didn't respond.

He asked again: "What about the content behind?"

"Strategy" was quietly spread out in front of his eyes, motionless.

Yan Rongyi sighed, no longer entangled in the content of "Strategy", but focused on the jade card given by Bai Shuang.

The jade tablet was warm and cool, clean and transparent, with his name engraved on it.

It should be the original thing of this body.

"The teleportation array... where is the teleportation array?" Yan Rongyi held the jade tablet and walked two steps into the mountain gate. White fog suddenly rose around her body, followed by dense runes. The next second, golden light Dasheng, he in the rune disappeared.

The faint sound of the bell came from the top of Fushan Mountain, and the fine snow was like waves, following the sound of the bell, they rushed to the Tai Chi Dojo.

The Buddhist cultivator of Nanzhaoti Temple, wearing cassock and holding Buddhist beads, stood still in the wind and snow.

Behind them, the disciples of Mozong, whose eyes were covered with long black veils and wore black fine armor, raised their right hands one after another, and the mechanism clanged, and the umbrellas made of black iron sheets were connected into pieces.

"Why does the Fushan faction do this every time..." Guan Fengge's disciple complained in a low voice, touching the animal whistle on his waist, seeing that the senior sisters and brothers around him didn't move, they could only endure the violent wind forcefully .

Fortunately, there were many disciples in Guanfeng Pavilion, and their cyan robes were billowing, with a huge momentum, faintly forming a counterweight to the wind and snow.

The disciple's face was slightly happy, and the sound of swords suddenly came from his ears.

The monks in the Taiji dojo all changed their expressions.

Foxiu squeezed the beads tightly, and the shadow of the sword flickering in the sky was reflected in his indifferent eyes: "Here we come."

The snow is rolling like boiling.

Dressed in a white robe, the Sword Cultivator of the Fushan School came riding the wind.

The Mo Sect disciple put away the umbrella, with a solemn expression: "It's all white robes."

The disciple of Guanfeng Pavilion, who was touching the animal whistle, heard the words, and whispered to the female cultivator beside him: "Senior Sister Shaohua, is the white robe special?"

The female cultivator named Shaohua pressed his shoulders and whispered: "Yichuan, it's the first time you participated in the Fushan School's founding ceremony, so naturally you don't know...In the Fushan School, only the direct disciples of the elders can wear white clothes." robe."

"Personal disciple?" Yi Chuan was startled.

"En." Shaohua's beautiful almond eyes were full of fear, "This is the most powerful sword cultivator of the younger generation of the Fushan School."

"really?"

There are always a lot of questions from disciples who have just stepped into the fairyland, Shaohua patiently answered: "The sword cultivator lineage has always been domineering, I was fortunate enough to enter the small secret realm of the Water Moon Cave with the white-robed disciples of the Fushan School, and met a demon with a golden core cultivation base. Xiu, if he hadn't tried his best to save him..."

"Hmph, Yin Shaohua, don't misunderstand your son!" Before Shaohua could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a strange sneer.

Yi Chuan was dissatisfied that someone contradicted his senior sister so much, blushed and choked back: "Don't be rude!"

"Yichuan." Yin Shaohua suddenly blocked him behind, and at the same time, grabbed the silver animal whistle.

The warblers were singing everywhere, and the snow-white air waves blocked the thick black mist.

Yichuan was dumbfounded.

Since he was able to attend the Fushan School's founding ceremony, he was naturally the best among the young generation of Guan Fengge.

But if it wasn't for Yin Shaohua standing in front of him, he couldn't dodge this blow at all.

Flocks of orioles made of white mist flapped their wings desperately, forming a turbulent air wave, and in front of the air wave, in the tumbling black mist, coquettish red light continuously flashed.

The monk holding a silver long-handled sickle stood behind the black mist, his scarlet eyes were exposed from the hood.

"Ghost cultivator." Yi Chuan exclaimed, "Ghost cultivator of Wangyou Valley...how did you participate in the mountain opening ceremony?!"

Ghost cultivator is the most unwilling monk in the world of comprehension.

It is difficult for an ordinary monk to meet a ghost cultivator face to face, let alone see more than a dozen at a time.

Ghost Xiu's face was hidden behind the hood, and his thin chin showed a kind of bloodless gray.

He withdrew his sickle and said arrogantly, "If the ten-year period hadn't expired, we wouldn't have left the valley."

"You can't get out of the valley, what do you have to do with me?" Yin Shaohua waved casually, and Huang Ying dispersed.

The female cultivator clenched the beast-leading whistle: "My junior brother just asked some questions casually, why did you make such a cruel move?... You know, even in the mountain-breaking ceremony, the competition is all over. If someone dies, Fushan The law enforcement team sent is not a decoration!"

"Law enforcement team?" Ghost Xiu tilted his head, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "...Now, what reputation does Fushan's law enforcement team have?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Yin Shaohua blushed, "The Fushan Sect is the number one sect in the world, and Venerable Chengying is the number one sword cultivator in the cultivation world! How can a law enforcement team composed of disciples selected by him be tolerated?" You insult?!"

"Insult? What a joke. The sword cultivator who saved you in the small secret realm of Shuiyue Cave earlier may have been in collusion with the demon cultivator..."

"Shut up!" Yin Shaohua sternly yelled, the cyan robe moved without wind, and the dissipated Huang Ying gathered in front of her again, "I don't allow you to insult my savior."

Guixiu sneered, feeling that she was naive, and didn't want to say more, he directly grasped the sickle, and out of the black mist in front of him, bone claws dripping blood emerged.

Seeing that the two were about to clash again, a resounding sword howl suddenly sounded in midair.

The silver-purple sword light suddenly fell like stars.

The snow-white oriole melted instantly, and the blood-dripping bone claws retracted into the black mist again.

Jianxiu in white stood on top of the flying sword, his long hair dancing without wind.

He wears a white mask shaped like a crane's wings, and his figure blends in with the snow behind him.

Yin Shaohua's hands trembling slightly as he pinched the animal whistle, looked at the sword cultivator with only half of his face exposed in the air, his figure swayed, and muttered to himself: "Brother Wangshui."

Wang Shui looked over in surprise: "You are..."

He thought he was wearing the special mask of the Fushan Law Enforcement Team, and no one would recognize him.

Yin Shaohua lowered his head, suppressed the disappointment in his eyes, and said respectfully: "I met Senior Brother Wangshui once, so I think Senior Brother doesn't remember me anymore."

"Really?" Wang Shui withdrew his gaze and didn't investigate further.

His attention was on Guixiu: "If this fellow Taoist has the heart to compete, I will be happy to accompany you."

"Fushan Xiaoyao Sword, forget the water?" Ghost Xiu asked back.

Wang Shui gently brushed the snow off his sleeves, nodded slowly: "It's me."

"I don't want to compare with you." As soon as Guixiu finished speaking, there were boos all around.

Apparently, the monks present were all contemptuous of his sneak attack on a disciple with a low cultivation level.

Ghost Xiu raised his head indifferently, and the wind blew his hood away, revealing an immature face.

What was concealed by the ghostly black robe was actually a boy who looked only fourteen or five years old.

The young man laughed loudly: "After the ten-year period expires, has Yan Rongyi come out from Siguoya?"

"...If he comes out, tell him to compare with me!"

The originally lively dojo suddenly fell into deathly silence.

Wang Shui's warm eyes hidden behind the mask slowly narrowed, changed his previous kindness, and said coldly: "How about Senior Brother Yan, don't worry about Wang Yougu."

"Why, the Fushan faction still wants to protect Moxiu?"

"Fellow Daoist, be careful." Wang Shui's pupils shrank slightly, and the silver-purple sword light spun rapidly around him.

"Did I say something wrong?" Ghost Xiu once again sacrificed his long-handled sickle, turned into a black goshawk, and ran straight to Wangshui, "15 years ago, in Qinglian Small Secret Realm, Yan Rongyi killed me Disciple of Yougu, shouldn't you pay for your life?"

Wang Shui put one hand behind his back, and slowly raised the other hand, with a tiny purple sword light flashing between his five fingers: "What happened 15 years ago is still undecided, why do you say that the disciples in Wangyou Valley were killed by Senior Brother Yan?" ?”

"Our elders in Wangyou Valley used a secret method to check the memory of the disciple before he died. The murderer is Yan Rongyi!" Guixiu's eyes were about to burst, and he stomped his feet angrily. Countless white bones immediately appeared in the scarlet sea of ​​blood under his feet. "You guys From top to bottom, the Fushan faction only knows how to cover up the murderer!"

"Nonsense." Wang Shui became angry, turned over and grabbed the sword under his feet, and held the sickle that Ghost Xiu had struck.

Two figures, one black and one white, formed vague shadows among the flying snow, and the cold wind was left behind by them.

"Senior Brother Wangshui, I'll help you!" Seeing this, Yin Shaohua clenched the animal whistle again.

The snow-white thick fog rolled into huge waves, and the oriole flew out of it first, followed by a silver-white peacock half a person's height.

Its fluffy feathers shone brightly, and its breath became a sharp blade.

"The grievance has its head, and the debt has its owner. I'm only looking for Yan Rongyi!" Guixiu gave an order, blood surged, and skeletons, big and small, began to scramble to struggle outward, all of them pounced on Yin Shaohua who had joined the battle, and He himself made a mess with Wang Shuidou, "One person does the work and the other is responsible. If he is really a man, he will come out and die!"

Wang Shui pretended not to hear at all, holding the Xiaoyao Sword that was shining with purple lightning, weaving a fine net with the sword light, completely enveloping the ghost cultivator.

"Fellow Daoist Wangshui didn't use his full strength." The Buddha cultivator who had been silent all this time shook his head and said the Buddha's name, "The ghost cultivator of Wangyou Valley is about to lose."

Before he finished speaking, Guixiu had already fallen from the sky.

Wangshui put it away as soon as he saw it, and once again Yujian floated in the air, and said indifferently: "The Fushan Law Enforcement Team will definitely give an explanation to Wangyougu about Brother Yan, but before the truth is found out, everyone present please speak carefully! "

The ghost cultivator who fell in mid-air was supported by several monks from Wangyou Valley, and he yelled unwillingly: "Yan Rongyi, come out! Do you dare to kill, and dare not come out and admit it?"

"...Yan Rongyi, if you have the backbone, get the hell out of here!"

Wang Shui slowly clenched his hands behind his back, and just about to turn around to leave, his pupils shrank suddenly because of the wind that could not be softer beside his ears.

It was the sound of the operation of the teleportation array that all the disciples of the Fushan School were familiar with.

And appearing in the center of the formation with a dazed and innocent face was Yan Rongyi, the sword cultivator of the Fushan sect who was scolded bloody by the ghost cultivator.

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