villain is a good guy

The fingers quietly curled up in Yan Rongyi's palm are soft and slender.

But he recalled the pain of his tongue being frozen by the master, and asked with a mournful face, "You...you really want to go down the mountain with me?"

The young man tilted his head, his exquisite silhouette was extraordinarily charming: "Yes."

Yan Rongyi is going crazy.

Not to mention that the master has become smaller, his temperament has not changed at all... even his face is only a little bit immature, and there are no traces of ice-coldness in it.

What should he do? !

Is it really necessary for him to treat the number one swordsman in the world who has taught him for a hundred years with the same attitude as his junior brother?

Even if you give him a hundred guts, he won't dare!

Yan Rongyi could only look at Wangshui pitifully, hoping that this hard-working white-robed disciple could see through Venerable Chengying's disguise.

Wang Shui noticed Yan Rongyi's eager gaze, and blinked suspiciously.

Yan Rongyi: "!"

Wang Shui looked at him, then at the young man beside him, and suddenly realized: "It's you, Ah Jiu."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Wang Shui squatted down with a smile, and said to "Ah Jiu" and also to Yan Rongyi: "His name is Ajiu, he doesn't like to talk, he just cultivated Jianwan a few days ago, he is a good seed."

Yan Rongyi was stunned: "Don't you think he looks familiar?"

"...Familiar?" Wang Shui raised his head amusedly, held his chin, and joked in a warm voice, "Does Brother Yan feel familiar even when he sees a beautiful woman?"

Yan Rongyi was startled when she heard the words, she secretly thought something was wrong, she was not in the mood to admire Wang Shui's indisputable face, just when she was about to explain, her tongue froze.

... "Ah Jiu" standing beside him with her head bowed, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an imperceptible undercurrent surging inside.

"Senior Brother Yan?" Wang Shui stood up, seeing his frown, he couldn't help persuading him, "Just take care of Ah Jiu, and leave the other disciples to me and Bai Shuang."

Yan Rongyi nodded stiffly, swallowed his mouth full of ice slag, and pulled "Ah Jiu"'s hand bravely, and followed Wangshui to the teleportation array in front of the mountain gate.

The disciple who condensed the sword pill, although he could control the sword, could not pass through the sea of ​​clouds where the giant kun was.

The turbulent purple lightning there is a nightmare for new disciples.

"Come one by one." Wang Shui stood in front of the formation, skillfully checking the name tags of the blue-robed disciples.

Yan Rongyi finally swallowed the ice cube in her mouth, gasped and asked, "Where's Baishuang?"

"Fuxi went to look for him." Wang Shui squeezed the name tag slightly, and said helplessly, "He will come."

Yan Rongyi sighed.

Although his junior brothers were considered juniors among monks, they were all over two hundred years old according to mortal calculations.

Only Bai Shuang, when angry, is still like a child.

There is a rare unruliness and surlyness in him, just like his swordsmanship, he has always used his life to fight his life, and his strength to overcome strength.

When most of the blue-robed disciples passed through the teleportation formation, Bai Shuang arrived late.

Fuxi landed on his shoulders, with a crimson flame burning on his tail.

They also did not recognize Venerable Chengying, but called the young man beside Yan Rongyi "Ajiu".

Yan Rongyi understood that it was his master who used magic to make his identity "reasonable" in the eyes of everyone.

"Senior Brother Yan, please go down the mountain to take care of the disciples at the bottom of the mountain." Wang Shui knew that Bai Shuang was still angry, he hesitated for a moment, then turned to discuss with Yan Rongyi, "Xiaofushan...you have also been there."

He naturally agreed, and before leaving, his eyes fell on the shrunken master again.

Yan Rongyi didn't dare to look at Ling Jiushen's face for a long time, but secretly felt that Ling Jiushen's appearance in his teens was too cute.

...It's really terrible.

Wangshui Yan Rongyi was worried about Ah Jiu, and pulled Ah Jiu to his side with a smile: "I will take care of him for you."

Yan Rongyi's heart instantly rose to her throat.

This is Venerable Chengying.

The world's number one swordsman.

The most likely monk in the world to ascend...

But Venerable Cheng Ying didn't shake off Wang Shui's hand, let alone freeze Wang Shui's tongue.

He was like a real child who had just condensed his sword pill, obediently standing at the end of the line of blue-robed disciples, waiting to be sent down the mountain by the teleportation array.

Yan Rongyi: "..." All right.

He stepped on the Yingying Sword, and flew away with three steps and three turns.

"Okay, next one." Wang Shui withdrew his gaze, and took the name tag handed over by the blue-robed disciple.

The line of blue-robed disciples shortened again, only the two at the end of the line remained unmoved.

With his waist thrust up, Bai Yuan stared sullenly at Ah Jiu who was a head shorter than him: "Who wants you to meddle in your own business?"

Ah Jiu lowered her head, folded her hands in her wide sleeves, and remained silent.

Bai Yuan stretched out his hand impatiently, as if to push his shoulder.

Ah Jiu looked up suddenly, and the amber pupils gathered and dissipated.

At an angle that Bai Yuan couldn't see, his hands covered by his sleeves had already made a pinch, and the fine ice layer pierced from the soles of his feet to Bai Yuan's robe at a speed that the naked eye could not catch.

At the moment of life and death, Bai Yuan froze suddenly.

Fear is like a fine net, pierced into the flesh inch by inch, and then exploded in the next moment.

"What are you doing?" Bai Shuang's roar broke the strange silence, and the ice under Bai Yuan's robe quickly faded, "...Bai Yuan, don't think that you are from the Bai family, I will be polite to you! "

Bai Yuan stared blankly at Bai Shuang, and for a moment, a flush of embarrassment rose on his face: "Brother Bai Shuang..."

"Get out." Bai Shuang impatiently tore off the name tag on his waist, put one foot on Bai Shuang's buttocks, and kicked it into the pale white teleportation array.

"Something that doesn't live up to expectations." Bai Shuang waited for Bai Yuan to disappear into the teleportation array, then withdrew her feet, turned around and looked at Ah Jiu who said nothing, and said awkwardly, "It's your turn, go in quickly."

He didn't know that he actually saved Bai Yuan's life.

If he appeared one second later, the blood in Bai Yuan's body would freeze to ice, and then turn into a sharp knife, piercing the heart.

Ah Jiu nodded silently, and made a new articulation with the hand hidden in the armhole. Bai Shuang's eyes suddenly became hollow, pinching a ball of air, and muttering: "Blue-robed disciple Ah Jiu, enter the teleportation formation."

Venerable Chengying walked towards the teleportation formation without haste, and at the moment when he was about to step into the formation, he suddenly looked back——

In the year-round snowstorm on the Fushan Mountain, a sword shadow seemed to flash across.

"Ah Jiu, what's the matter?" Wang Shui noticed his hesitation, bent down in a good temper, put his hand on the top of Ah Jiu's head, and rubbed it lightly, "Senior Brother Yan must have arrived at Xiaofushan, you enter this formation, you can see him."

"It's nothing." Ah Jiu avoided Wang Shui without a trace, and when he thought of Yan Rongyi, the frost on his face faded, and a spring-like smile spread, "I just saw an inconspicuous flying insect."

Luo Yu followed furtively.

He was wearing a silver-white cloak, deliberately lowered his figure, and flew with his sword against the white snow.

"Why don't you just go down the mountain with the blue-robed disciple?" The guide complained dissatisfiedly in his ear.

"If you go down the mountain with the blue-robed disciples, there will be records... If Yan Rongyi is really poisoned to death by Fei Lian, Ling Jiushen will definitely investigate. How likely is it that we will not be exposed by then?... If we are exposed, Do you expect the Heavenly Dao to send down thunder to save us?" Luo Yu stabilized her figure in a forest, halfway through her sarcastic words, she suddenly frowned and looked at the teleportation array in the distance, and when her eyes fell on a certain figure, "Hey" sounded.

"What's wrong?" the guide asked.

He shook his head: "I don't know why, but I always feel familiar."

"Hmph, it must be the blue-robed disciple you taught." The guide didn't take it seriously.

In order to maintain her reputation as a "senior brother", Luo Yu spends a lot of time on the new disciples.

Luo Yu smiled: "Maybe."

It's just that the experience of being blessed by heaven for many years has made him used to paying attention to all kinds of unusual premonitions.

Either chance or disaster...

Heaven's warning has never been wrong.

Yan Rongyi flew into the sea of ​​clouds, his heart trembled for no reason, he managed to stabilize his figure, and found himself face to face with the giant kun.

He is not as big as the giant kun's pupils.

The moist and docile eyes of the spirit beast reflected the fine lightning and tumbling clouds behind him.

He stared at this huge monster for a long time, as if he saw the snow on the Fushan Mountain that hadn't melted for years.

Sometimes he also wondered what kind of method Master used to restrain the giant kun that grew in the nether world under the floating mountain.

But when he saw the giant kun slowly sinking into the sea of ​​clouds, freely moving through the snow-white clouds like waves, and making a low and pleasant humming, he suddenly understood... maybe the giant kun didn't want to stay in the nether world.

The thought flashed by, and when he came back to his senses, he had come to the world.

As time passed and the stars moved, in just a few days, Fan Chen seemed to have changed his appearance again.

Yan Rongyi landed in the courtyard of Xiaofushan, most of the blue-robed disciples avoided him, only Ah Jiu walked up to him quietly and held his hand.

... Yan Rongyi wanted to kneel again.

He pulled Ah Jiu to the corner, grinded his back molars, and asked in a low voice: "Master, what's going on here?"

Venerable Chengying raised his head, looked at his beautiful and coquettish face covered by the moonlight, and raised the corners of his lips: "It's more convenient to change your identity."

"You can't..." Yan Rongyi gestured with the heights of the two with a headache, "Get bigger?"

Venerable Chengying looked at him and said gently, "No."

"...As a teacher, he is now a blue-robed disciple."

The implication is that as long as it is a blue robe disciple, it is a child.

Yan Rongyi lost her mind and squatted by the wall to draw circles.

Ah Jiu stood behind him, the young man's thin and slender figure was elongated by the moonlight, just enough to cover Yan Rongyi, like a greedy beast with its mouth wide open.

"It" bit Yan Rongyi slowly, and swallowed him tenderly and paranoidly.

"It" loves his flesh and blood, not to mention his soul.

"It" wants to turn him into a part of its own body, even the Dao of Heaven cannot separate them.

Yan Rongyi in the corner suddenly felt a chill, stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and at the same time turned his head to look at Master, but only saw a pure snowstorm in Master's eyes.

When Wang Shui and Bai Shuang came with their swords, it was already late.

They rested in Xiaofushan just like before.

Only this time, Yan Rongyi declared in advance that he would live with Ah Jiu.

It wasn't that he really wanted to be alone with Venerable Chengying, but that he couldn't imagine Venerable Chengying sleeping with the blue-robed disciple on the same bed.

It's just... horrific.

Bai Shuang had no objection to Yan Rongyi's proposal.

The blue-robed disciples didn't even have any objections... They wished they could stay away from Yan Rongyi who might be possessed by demons at any time.

Only Wang Shui pulled Yan Rongyi aside alone, and solemnly and solemnly told him: "Senior Brother Yan, you must not forget about Junior Brother Yin."

He was at a loss: "Huh?"

"Ah Jiu." Wang Shui reminded him, "I'm afraid...he will become the second Junior Brother Yin."

Yan Rongyi was startled suddenly: "No."

That is his master!

It is a big joke for the world's number one swordsman to cultivate the ruthless way!

Wang Shui didn't believe him: "Senior brother Yan, no matter how good-looking Ah Jiu is, he's still your junior brother."

"...You have to keep a distance from him, otherwise, what should you do if you have unreasonable thoughts about you like Junior Brother Yin again?"

"...If you repeat the same mistakes and reject him like you rejected Junior Brother Yin, wouldn't our Fushan Sect want to produce a second sword cultivator who cultivates the ruthless way?"

"...Cultivating the ruthless way is an insult to our Fushan sect's sword intent!"

At the end of Wangshui's speech, he was filled with righteous indignation, while Yan Rongyi swallowed his mouth full of ice slag, wanting to cry without tears.

Although Wang Shui's words were transmitted through sound transmission, they could not escape Venerable Chengying's ears.

"That's all I want to say. Brother Yan, you...you should rest early." Wang Shui bowed to him and saluted, and led the other blue-robed disciples out of the yard with a heavy heart.

Yan Rongyi and the others were all gone, and he spit out a mouthful of snow with a "wow": "Master, listen to my explanation!"

Ah Jiu put his hands behind his back, with a stern expression, just like the aloof Venerable Cheng Ying.

...Actually, Ling Jiushen didn't want to listen to the explanation.

The reason Yin Qin chose the ruthless way was because he discovered his unethical feelings for Yan Rongyi.

But that scene was deliberately shown by Ling Jiushen to Yin Qin.

It was also a secret he didn't want Yan Rongyi to know.

To him, he is a master and a relative, but it is impossible to be a lover.

Ling Jiushen understood this truth a long time ago.

Because he has never noticed any affection in Yan Rongyi.

For a hundred years, in Yan Rongyi's heart, he has always been just "Master".

...Just like this, he is also content.

The moonlight flows quietly in the yard.

At some point, Yan Rongyi knelt down in front of Venerable Chengying, with a bitter smile on his lips: "Master, there is absolutely no personal relationship between me and Junior Brother Yin."

"Really?" Ling Jiushen clenched his fists, "Because he is your junior brother?"

"...No." He thought for a while, and said truthfully, "I only think of him as my junior."

This answer made Ling Jiushen silent for a long time.

It was so long that Yan Rongyi thought that the master would not talk anymore, so he said: "The ruthless way... is more suitable for you."

Yan Rongyi breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Ling Jiushen with a smile: "The world is rolling, how can I be willing to let this disciple go?"

Ling Jiu deeply hooked the corners of his lips, but there was a faint melancholy lingering between his brows.

After one night, the blue-robed disciples of the Fushan School left Xiaofushan again.

This time, they no longer sat on the magic weapon, but stepped on the wooden sword and floated unsteadily in mid-air.

The disciples who have not yet owned the Flying Sword of Flying Sword all have a wooden sword.

Even Ah Jiu is no exception.

The corners of Yan Rongyi's mouth twitched as she watched her master fly in the air, her large robe fluttering in the wind, like a goshawk with plump feathers.

He thought of the days when he first joined the Fushan School a long time ago.

At that time, he was about the same age as the "Ah Jiu" in front of him, and Venerable Cheng Ying carved a wooden sword for him with his own hands.

Even though this wooden sword does not have the slightest complicated pattern on its body, because it came from the hands of Venerable Chengying, it is unavoidably tainted with an extraordinary aura.

Yan Rongyi first carried the sword, and swung triumphantly around the Fushan Mountain, then found Wangshui who was condensing the sword pills and Baishuang who had not taken off his blue robe, and showed off viciously.

Wang Shui has a good temper and doesn't take it seriously, but Bai Shuang is so greedy, she chases after Yan Rongyi's ass, begging him to touch the wooden sword for herself.

What kind of good person is Yan Rongyi?

He borrowed a donkey to go downhill, and made countless requests - what to eat the fruit from a certain tree on Fushan Mountain, what to play with a magic weapon newly obtained by a certain white-robed disciple.

After Bai Shuang found Yan Rongyi one by one, she finally found the wooden sword she had been thinking about, but Yan Rongyi already had another new wooden sword with sword patterns carved on the body.

Because Venerable Chengying has...been particularly eccentric since then.

Yan Rongyi couldn't help laughing.

He flew up with his sword, came behind Ah Jiu, and whispered, "Offended."

Then he reached out and hugged Ah Jiu in front of him, letting him share the sword with him.

"Master, I really don't see you using a wooden sword." Yan Rongyi touched the tip of her nose, her fingertips only dared to lightly press on Ah Jiu's robe, "You should use the Chengying Sword."

The bright red robe rolled up in front of Ling Jiushen's eyes. He caught his own wooden sword and handed it in front of him: "Look again."

"Master?" Yan Rongyi took it suspiciously, his eyes fell on the yellowed wooden sword, and the back of his head suddenly started to hurt again and again.

... This is his wooden sword that Ling Jiushen carved when he taught him how to handle a sword.

The author has something to say: the next chapter is the memory of Master, hey, it will be longer _(:з」∠)_