villain is a good guy

A few cranes rustled outside the cave.

Yan Rongyi seemed to have sensed something, looked down at the blood lotus pattern on the back of her hand, and felt a slight tingling pain.

He found a random reason, bid farewell to Venerable Chengying, and returned to Qingwang Pavilion next to the bamboo forest.

Yan Rongyi spread out her right hand and skillfully said "turning the page". As expected, new content appeared on the "Strategy".

——Yan Rongyi got the feather of Feilian in Guanfeng Pavilion.

He laughed: "Why... "Strategy" knows that I want Fei Lian's feather?"

The "guide" who just sneaked in through the window let out a long sigh of relief.

Not long ago, the guide also asked Luo Yu this question.

Blood-red handwriting surfaced on the book in Luo Yu's hand.

——In order to get the feather of Feilian, Yan Rong murdered the last Feilian in Guanfeng Pavilion, and was severely poisoned.

Guide: "You actually know that there is Fei Lian in Guanfeng Pavilion... No, how did you know that Yan Rongyi wanted Fei Lian's feather?"

"Who doesn't want any sword cultivator?" Luo Yu disapproved, "However, before that, I really didn't know there was Fei Lian in Guanfeng Pavilion."

"...but if the plot can appear in the book, it means it is true."

Fei Lian is good at walking, and his feathers are highly poisonous. It is the material that sword practitioners dream of making the natal flying sword.

According to legend, the first generation elder of Guanfeng Pavilion once used the animal whistle to attract a Fei Lian, raised it in the depths of Guanfeng Pavilion, and has been multiplying until now.

But rumors are rumors after all, thousands of years have passed, no one has taken rumors seriously, and Luo Yu also wrote this sentence in order to give it a try.

...unexpectedly, it was actually true.

"It's so good. If he dies from poisoning, I'll take Feilian's feather instead. If he escapes by chance...then I'll reap the benefits." Luo Yu stroked her Furong sword thoughtfully, " The sword forged by Venerable Cheng Ying himself, plus Fei Lian's feather... who can compare to me?"

The guide circled Luo Yu twice: "Yan Rongyi has recovered her cultivation, when you write 'plots' in the future, be careful, in case Ling Jiushen finds out..."

The guide snorted coldly to warn Luo Yu.

"If Tiandao wasn't so timid, would I have to spend all my time making up a 'plot'?!" Luo Yu gathered her fingers unwillingly, "I can't write this, I can't write that... If I could give him a whole Corpse, why do you and I waste a hundred years?!"

"The law of heaven is fair. Even characters that shouldn't exist in the world have given them a chance to survive." The guide was full of inscrutable words, "If you can write nonsense, how can there be rules and order in the world?"

"...The way of heaven can't give you a whole body of cultivation, but it can give you countless opportunities; the way of heaven can't make you rich like an enemy, but it can give you countless ways of making money."

"...Luo Yu, you and I have known each other for many years, don't you understand such a simple truth?"

Luo Yu remained silent, and spread out his palm again, and the pages of the book quickly slid before his eyes.

The backs of the countless bright red handwriting represent paragraph after paragraph of the past that has been tampered with.

"Understood...can you not understand?" Luo Yu closed her eyes, thinking about her hard work over the years, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Yes, Heaven has helped me a lot, but I still don't understand why you are so afraid of Ling Jiushen .”

The black mist squirmed, and after a moment, he sighed: "I can only tell you that Ling Jiushen is not a sword cultivator who is about to ascend...he ascended thousands of years ago."

Luo Yu was shocked when she heard the words, and the eyes filled with fear like a whistling wind and snow: "Impossible...Impossible!"

He fell down on the bed and wanted to pick up the teacup beside the bed, but because his hands kept shaking, he missed and smashed it to the ground.

"Impossible, it's absolutely impossible!" In the eyes of Luo Yu, who was favored by the Heavenly Dao, the fear was genuinely revealed, "How can the ascended person stay in this world?! Could it be that the Heavenly Dao can't restrict him?"

Imminent ascension and past ascension... are two completely different concepts.

The gap is as deep as a secular person and a white-robed disciple.

"Then everything I've done before..."

"Heaven will cover it up for you, so he won't find out." The guide comforted, "But thousands of years ago, Yan Rongyi and him..."

"A thousand years ago?" Luo Yu keenly grasped the deep meaning in the words of the guide, "What is a thousand years ago?"

The guide knew he had made a slip of the tongue and fell into a long silence.

As a guide, he can only say so much.

"So, there really is Fei Lian in Guanfeng Pavilion?"

The guide withdrew his thoughts, looked at the red-clothed sword cultivator in front of him, and said courteously, "That's right, "Strategy" won't lie to you."

"By the way, there is something I've always wanted to ask you." Yan Rongyi closed the window with her hand up, and with her back to the door, she smiled and let out the Netherfire, "The previous traversers have also read "Strategy", right? ? Why is the content about them...all blank?"

Guide: "This is the way of heaven. If you break away from the control of the plot and die, everything left behind will be erased."

Yan Rongyi: "Is that really the case?"

Guide: "Of course it's true."

Yan Rongyi: "Sorry, I forgot to tell you... I have recovered my memory."

The guide froze for a moment, and then the black mist exploded into countless strands, running around the room——

boom!

"Ah—" the guide's stern scream followed the rising black flames and exploded in the room, "Put it away... put it away quickly!"

Yan Rongyi was unmoved: "You seem to be very afraid that I will recover my memory?"

The black mist squirmed wildly in the flames: "You... how dare you... I am a leader recognized by the heavens!"

"Oh?" Yan Rongyi scratched the base of her ear, "The guide was burned to death, will Heaven care?"

"Of course I will, and the thunder will strike you to death!" The guide was furious, "Yan Rongyi, you really have no conscience! If it weren't for me, how could you, a lonely ghost from another world, be in Yan Rongyi's body?" Resurrection?"

The flames of the nether world receded like a tide.

The coldness on Yan Rongyi's face was like snow on a floating mountain: "Why me."

Why was it him who had his memory erased and became "Yan Rongyi".

And why is it him who owns the "Strategy".

"What on earth should I do to restore my memory and return to the original world?" Yan Rongyi asked the question that she wanted to know most in her heart.

The weak black mist gathered together with difficulty. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the guide was... darker than before.

"So...so that's how it is!" The guide smiled strangely while floating around Yan Rongyi. If the dense fog had a face, he guessed that the guide at this moment must have a hideous face.

But Yan Rong didn't care.

Having recovered his cultivation base, and with the fire of the nether world beside him, he is not afraid of the guide at all.

"You recovered the memories before being traversed?"

Yan Rongyi was noncommittal.

The guide didn't ask any more questions, and used a voice that only he could hear, talking to himself for a while, and then exploded into countless fine dust.

"Yan Rongyi, do you want to go back to your own world?" The guide's voice suddenly became illusory and ethereal, gray dust swirled rapidly in the room, and finally gathered into a painting.

There are several vague figures in the painting, which look like a family sitting around the table.

"...This is your original body." As soon as the guide finished speaking, his figure gathered into a black mist again, "As long as you follow the plot according to the content written in the "Strategy", at the end of the story, you will recover your memory and return to your true self." to the original world."

Yan Rongyi smiled, didn't ask any more questions, and didn't let out the Netherfire.

He's annoying.

Annoyed by this feeling of being controlled by fate, but there is nothing he can do about it.

Because Yan Rongyi lost two crucial memories.

It's like... In order to keep him here, he deliberately made him forget who he really is, and made him unable to spy on what other souls were doing in Yan Rongyi's body.

So he can only live as Yan Rongyi.

After a few more calm days, Elder Yuxuan came to Xuehouju in person to see Venerable Chengying.

...for the Tai Chi dojo that was blown up.

Tai Chi Dojo is actually a very ordinary dojo.

The problem is that, from top to bottom, the Fushan School is just such a dojo.

The only dojo is gone, and the disciples have no place to practice swords, so they all gather around the elders to discuss explanations.

The elders also have a headache.

If it was simply blown up, it would be fine, but it was Yan Rongyi who used the Netherfire to blow it up. Now there is residual heat from the flames around the deep pit, and even the sword array can't bear it.

So when the elders came together, this matter still needs to be settled with Venerable Chengying.

In the cave, Yan Rongyi, who was kneeling behind Ling Jiushen, was sweating a little on her forehead.

Venerable Chengying and Elder Yuxuan sat on both sides of the table, and the tea he had just brewed was placed on the table.

The fragrance of tea is bursting, and the sound of water is ding-dong.

Yan Rongyi glanced at Venerable Chengying's side face guiltily, seeing that there was no annoyance in Master's expression, she calmed down a little.

Elder Yuxuan smiled gently: "Nephew Yan's tea is still as impatient as before."

Ling Jiu picked up the tea bowl without changing his face, and drank it in one gulp: "I feel very good."

Elder Yuxuan: "..."

Elder Yuxuan put down the tea bowl, and asked again: "Has Nephew Yan ever taken the elixir made from white willow?"

Ling Jiushen answered for him: "No."

Elder Yuxuan: "..."

The smile on the corner of Elder Yuxuan's mouth couldn't hold back anymore, he smashed the pot, hugged the whisk, and bowed on the spot: "Honorable One, a few days ago, Nephew Yan and Nephew Luo were exchanging lessons, which damaged the Tai Chi dojo. Because it is superficial and unable to repair it, I hope the Venerable will help me."

"Elder Yuxuan," Yan Rongyi couldn't help hearing this, and saw that Master didn't frown, so he went on, "I did blow up a hole in the Tai Chi Dojo, and it can be filled...don't bother Master, right? "

Elder Yuxuan smiled wryly: "Nephew Yan doesn't know something, even if all the ghost fire of yours is retracted into your body, there will still be residual warmth in the burned place... We elders can still bear it, but those new disciples, it's just a matter of time." There is no way to continue practicing swords in the Tai Chi dojo."

...It was really his fault.

Yan Rongyi glanced awkwardly at Venerable Cheng Ying quickly, her heart dripping with blood, as if she saw countless heart sutras waving to herself: "Master, this matter is indeed my disciple's fault."

When Elder Yuxuan heard the words, his heart sank in half.

What is she most worried about?

She was most worried that Venerable Cheng Ying would protect Yan Rongyi and not care about the Fushan faction at all!

It's all right now, Master Nephew Yan took the initiative to admit his mistake, what's wrong with Venerable Chengying, you have to help him, right?

...At any rate, he created the sect with his own hands!

Elder Yuxuan looked at Ling Jiushen expectantly, her arms around Fuchen trembling slightly.

As a result, Ling Jiushen opened his mouth and said, "What's wrong?"

Elder Yuxuan: "..."

Ling Jiushen rested his chin on one hand, turned his head slowly, his long silver hair ran across his cheeks, his indifferent eyes locked onto Yan Rongyi's, and his words were not surprising: "Disciple sparring, life and death don't matter."

"No... absolutely not, my lord!" Elder Yuxuan's eyes darkened, and he knelt down again, "My lord, it's really normal for disciples to exchange ideas. Sometimes they just discuss swordsmanship and don't intend to fight!"

Elder Yuxuan was so anxious that tears were about to fall.

If Venerable Chengying doesn't take back these words, won't he draw his sword in the future and fight to the death?

Yan Rongyi also found it funny after hearing this: "Master, you can't say that."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a hot gaze on his shoulder.

...Don't think about it, it must be the anxious Elder Yuxuan.

"Master, look at me. From time to time, I still compete with Wang Shui or Bai Shuang... Could it be that you want me to take their lives?"

Ling Jiu's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and after a long while, he finally let go: "That's all, I'll listen to you."

Elder Yuxuan wept with joy: "Thank you, Venerable, for fulfilling the task!"

Yan Rongyi also sat back behind Venerable Chengying, and continued to think about the hole she had blown up in the Tai Chi dojo: "Master, can you restore the dojo to its original state?"

"Why do you want to return to the original state?" Ling Jiushen poked his knuckle fingers out of the armhole, tapped lightly on the table in front of him, and the hot tea bowl was covered with a touch of frost. Why don't you make any effort?"

Elder Yuxuan was sweating like a waterfall.

Fushan sect...is a very strange sect.

There is no suzerain, and the seven elders perform their duties.

As spring goes and autumn comes, the elders change alternately, only the Venerable Chengying, who founded the Fushan School, sits alone on the throne of "the world's number one swordsman" like ice that has not melted for thousands of years.

...this is a real old monster.

Yan Rongyi sweated for Elder Yuxuan in her heart, and stood up to make a rescue: "Master, if the dojo doesn't return to its original state, how can the younger brothers and sisters go to the Tai Chi dojo to practice swords?"

Ling Jiushen turned back to look at him again, the frost on his face melted quickly, and the tenderness that Yan Rongyi couldn't understand was rippling in his amber eyes: "Why don't you understand?"

Yan Rongyi's cheeks were slightly red, she lowered her head and said, "Please enlighten me, Master."

"You..." Ling Jiushen's five fingers slid into the ends of his hair, rubbing them nostalgicly, "I have said before that as a teacher, monks practice, and they also cultivate their minds. If you can't even bear the lingering warmth of the ghost fire Wait, how can you be considered a disciple of my Fushan Sect?"

Yan Rongyi's heart was full of Ling Jiushen's five fingers, and when she was dizzy, Elder Yuxuan bowed down gratefully: "Thank you for your enlightenment!"

Then he got up from the ground rustlingly, and flew away without looking back.

"Master, I'll go and have a look too." Curious, Yan Rongyi stepped on his sword to catch up, and then watched Elder Yuxuan combined with the power of several elders to transform the Tai Chi Dojo into a huge stone slope.

He also told the onlookers that practicing swords in the lingering warmth of the Netherfire will get twice the result with half the effort.

Yan Rongyi: "... Huh?"

He returned to the cave mansion with a heavy heart, and found Venerable Chengying who was sitting in front of the case and flipping through the scrolls, and asked suspiciously: "Master, you didn't lie to Elder Yuxuan, did you?"

"No." Venerable Cheng Ying motioned him to sit beside him.

Yan Rongyi knelt down on the futon politely, remained silent for a moment, and brought up the old matter again: "Master, I went back and thought about it carefully. I still have to go to Guanfeng Pavilion."

"Why?"

"...They are the monks who know spirit beasts best in the world. Even if Fei Lian is not in Guanfeng Pavilion, the disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion should know where Fei Lian is."

Venerable Chengying gave a soft "um", obviously absent-minded.

Yan Rongyi couldn't help but raised her eyelids, and met Venerable Shang Chengying's gaze.

That gaze was a tenderness and gentleness that he had never seen before, but after a short while, it turned back to the usual indifference, like the snow on the top of a floating mountain that has not melted for thousands of years... Yan Rongyi shivered from the cold.

He didn't know why, but his heart felt sour, and his stomach was overwhelmed, so uncomfortable that he almost vomited out.

Yan Rongyi got up in a panic, found an excuse, bid farewell to Ling Jiushen, and went straight out of the cave. Yujian flew around the Fushan Mountain, and it made him feel cold all over, and he didn't understand where the sour feelings came from.

...Maybe it's the original body.

The original body that has been pierced eight times... No, counting him, the original body that has been pierced nine times may be in a corner of his body, calling out to Master in despair.

However, he is also a ray of ghost from another world, too busy to take care of himself, how can he help the original body?

Yan Rongyi flew in a daze for a while, and when she came back to her senses, she found that she had returned to the Tai Chi Dojo.

Many disciples stood on the stone slope to practice swordsmanship.

Among them were even white-robed disciples, standing closest to the hole he blasted out, sweating profusely.

Yan Rongyi was flying, when she heard the familiar sound of breaking through the air behind her.

Bai Shuang and Wang Shui are flying towards him with their swords.

"Senior Brother Yan." Wang Shui stepped on the Xiaoyao Sword, smiling like a spring breeze, "I've heard about it. In order to save Bai Shuang, you made the Tai Chi Dojo... like this."

Bai Shuang retorted with red ears: "It was he who insisted on saving, I didn't ask him...and even blew up the Tai Chi dojo, Master must punish him to copy the Heart Sutra again!"

After Bai Shuang complained, she stretched out her hand reluctantly: "Bring it."

"What?" Yan Rongyi asked amusedly.

"Paper and pen." Bai Shuang urged impatiently, "I'll copy it for you, don't wait until it's out of date!"

Yan Rongyi hooked the corners of her lips, and stretched out her hand——

Snapped!

Bai Shuang withdrew her red hand from the slap, and was furious: "Brother Wang Shui, look at him!"

"Master did not punish Senior Brother Yan." Wang Shui saw it much more thoroughly than Bai Shuang, "If he were punished, Senior Brother Yan must be copying the Heart Sutra in Master's cave at this time, and it is impossible for him to meet us at the side of the dojo."

"It's better to forget the water." Yan Rongyi looked at the white frost with two balls of real fire floating beside her, and pointed it out, "It doesn't look like some people... Forget it, don't mention it!"

"...Where are you two going?"

He froze for a moment, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You don't want to practice your sword with the remaining warmth of the Netherfire?"

Wang Shui shook his head: "No."

"...We are going to take the blue-robed disciple down the mountain to practice."

Many of the blue-robed disciples had condensed sword pills, and because the Netherworld was destroyed before, and they hadn't been able to practice well, several elders of the Fushan School decided to let them go down the mountain again.

When mentioning the Nether Secret Realm, Bai Shuang got excited: "If it wasn't for some people, why would the blue-robed disciple go down the mountain to enter the secret realm again and suffer another crime?"

Yan Rongyi crossed her arms and retorted unceremoniously: "One more chance to practice is one more chance, and they have to thank me."

"Shameless." Bai Shuang rolled her eyes when she heard the words, changed her strategy, and retreated to advance, "Some people, as the master's disciples, don't care about the cultivation of the younger brothers and sisters at all...Is it too much?"

"All right, all right, I'll go down the mountain with you." Yan Rongyi didn't bother to argue, and raised his hands to express his surrender.

He let go too quickly, but Bai Shuang was drumming in his heart: "What do you want to do, don't you want to test the sword with your younger brothers and sisters?"

"Why, am I not worthy to care about my juniors and younger sisters?" Yan Rongyi pretended to be serious, "Is it because I don't care enough about you that you have this illusion?"

Bai Shuang choked for an instant, and when his Yujian landed on the side of the dojo, he gritted his teeth out of his throat: "Bastard!"

Wang Shui on the side laughed softly.

Bai Shuang blushed, her angular face was full of embarrassment: "Senior Brother Wangshui..."

"I told you before." Wang Shui brushed the snow off his shoulders with a smile, "If you care about Senior Brother Yan, just say it, don't go around in circles, or you will be the one who gets angry in the end."

"Who cares about him!"

"Okay, okay, I care about him." Wang Shui coaxed him to fly to the Tai Chi dojo with a good temper, "Hurry up, the blue-robed disciples are waiting for us."

Yan Rongyi agreed to Bai Shuang to go down the mountain together, naturally it wasn't because of her sex change.

Rather...he himself had to go down the mountain.

Even if he accompanied Wang Shui and Bai Shuang to teach the blue-robed disciples and went down the mountain...who can control him?

Yan Rongyi's calculations were well planned, but she didn't expect that the blue-robed disciple would go wrong.

Among the eleven or twelve disciples who condensed Jianwan, none of them was willing to go with him.

The disciples headed by Bai Yuan protested with one voice.

"Can Senior Brother Yan control Netherfire? What if someone is hurt?"

"Senior brother Yan is suspected of colluding with the demon cultivator, who knows if he will be half-way into the demon?"

"That's right, we want Senior Brother Luo, not Senior Brother Yan!"

…………

Noisy, just do not want to walk with him.

Bai Shuang was so angry that she almost drew her sword, but after Wang Shui held down her wrist, she turned and left the Tai Chi Dojo with a cold face.

Yan Rongyi pulled a dog's tail grass from the ground, held it in her mouth, looked at Bai Shuang's back, and shook her head secretly: "The sharpness is too sharp, and you will suffer a lot in the future."

"Senior Brother Yan, stop making sarcastic remarks." Wang Shui, who was always good-tempered, no longer had a smile on his face.

He raised the corners of his lips as he said, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Rumors about him must have been spread by Luo Yu.

... The protagonist and the villain have always had a sworn feud.

The final outcome is also doomed, either you die or I live.

Yan Rongyi felt that his chances of winning were quite low. After all, there were eight time-travelers who had learned from the past, and he, the villain, had already failed eight times.

It was his ninth, and likely not the last.

But always take a chance.

Yan Rongyi flexed her wrists, walked up to the new disciples, squatted down, and said as "kindly" as possible: "Think about it from another angle, if you can blow up the Tai Chi dojo...it means that I am very strong, brother!"

Blue robe disciple: "..."

Wang Shui: "..."

"Huh?" Yan Rong commented that the blue-robed disciples retreated in unison, snapped their fingers suspiciously, and a pitch-black flame rose from his palm, "Isn't it powerful?"

Great... what a ghost.

My life will be scared away.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

With Yan Rongyi as the center, the crowd made way for a circle.

"Is it true that no one wants to go down the mountain with me?" Yan Rongyi showed regret on her face, but she was secretly happy in her heart, "If that's the case..."

"I'll go down the mountain with you." Suddenly, a cold and childish voice came from behind him.

The young man in blue robe stood quietly on the stone slope.

His delicate face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost, pure and noble, and the soft eyelashes drooped slightly, like the trembling wings of a butterfly, covering the amber pupils.

The young man walked slowly towards Yan Rongyi, the blue Taoist robe on his body was windless and automatic, like water waves rippling in a deep pool.

He didn't have the slightest mortal aura on him, and under the watchful eyes of countless blue-robed disciples, he handed his cold fingers into Yan Rongyi's palm.

...to die for.

Yan Rongyi almost knelt down.

It turns out that Venerable Chengying said that he went down the mountain with a different identity... that's what he meant.

The author has something to say: Woohoo, this chapter is a bit long, so it is a few minutes late_(:з」∠)_

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