villain is a good guy

When Yan Rongyi was first accepted as an apprentice by Venerable Cheng Ying, he was regarded as a cherished animal and watched for a long time.

Because Venerable Chengying has never accepted disciples since he founded the Fushan School.

The world never thought that Venerable Chengying would accept disciples.

He has already become a benchmark. When it is mentioned, the meaning of "the world's number one swordsman" far surpasses the meaning of "human" itself.

... Everyone naturally wants to know what is so special about Yan Rongyi.

As a result, after getting along for a long time, everyone in the Fushan faction discovered that this guy has a peerless skin, but in fact...he really deserves a beating.

Up and down Fushan, there is no one who has not been angry with him.

Toss the elders today, and molested the disciples tomorrow.

In short, with the support of Venerable Chengying, he can walk sideways in the Fushan School.

In fact, Ling Jiushen also knew that Yan Rongyi was stubborn.

When he was accepting apprentices, he was dazzled by the red clothes, and for some reason, he made an exception and stopped.

... Then there was an additional disciple under the seat.

But in the end it was a whim, Ling Jiushen didn't spend too much energy on Yan Rongyi.

When several elders rushed to the cave to complain angrily, he suddenly remembered that he had not seen his apprentice for many days.

Elder Yuxuan said, "It won't work like this."

Elder Kai Yang said: "I want to beat you."

Elder Yuheng said: "If you don't cut jade, you can't make it into a weapon."

Elder Tianquan said: "If you don't want to do it, we will."

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The elders were all sword cultivators selected by Ling Jiushen himself. They had a great reputation in front of them, but their queens... were turned into old urchins who smashed their teeth and swallowed in their stomachs because of his apprentice's anger.

Ling Jiushen suddenly became interested in Yan Rongyi.

Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao will arrive.

Yan Rongyi ran in from outside the cave, the hem of her red robe was covered with snow, like a red ostrich.

In the early years, when Ling Jiushen hadn't comprehended the way of swordsmanship, he practiced in the human world. Whenever the sun sets, he looked up and saw countless red ostriches piercing the blood-like sunset on the horizon.

As the morning rises and the evening sets, the Luanniao will always be with the brightest light.

There is that kind of fresh light in Yan Rongyi's body.

Ling Jiu heard the sound of several elders gasping for breath.

They couldn't understand the blood-red robe on his body.

"inappropriate."

"My lord, let him replace it."

"What a system!"

"It shouldn't be, it shouldn't be."

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"Master?" Yan Rongyi knelt and sat behind Venerable Cheng Ying in a daze, rubbing the tip of his nose awkwardly because of the angry gaze of several elders.

He knew that he was too naughty, but... as long as he could remember, he had never lived so happily.

He loves Fushan, even though there are demon seeds hidden in his body, and one day he will become an enemy of Fushan faction, he still loves here.

As for the robe on her body...

It stands to reason that to become a disciple of the Fushan Sect, one should change into Taoist robes.

He is the only disciple of Venerable Chengying, so he naturally wears a white robe.

But Yan Rongyi waited for two or three days, but he didn't see his master mentioning it, and no one gave him a white Taoist robe, so he forgot about it.

Who would have thought that a Taoist robe would be kept in mind by the elders.

"No need to change." Ling Jiushen stretched out his hand, and the black sleeves poured into his arms like a waterfall, as cold as the perennial snow outside the cave.

Then, Yan Rongyi heard several elders exclaim in disbelief.

Venerable Chengying brushed the hem of his clothes with his bony hands.

That hand was very white, but it was not the paleness of blood loss, but a bright color similar to that of snow.

The dark golden light fell from the fingertips of Venerable Chengying, and the stars merged into the red robe, converging into complicated patterns, like clouds and fog. After all the dust settled, he had a unique red robe.

Yan Rongyi knelt down and said happily, "Thank you, Master!"

Venerable Chengying was in a good mood and rubbed his head.

Seeing this, several elders left with hatred. Since then, there has been an all-powerful red-clothed swordsman in the world. Even in teahouses in the world, there will occasionally be a storyteller telling a glorious legend about "Yan Rongyi".

But in fact, after Yan Rongyi condensed Jianwan, Ling Jiushen was imprisoned in Fushan School for a long time.

As the apprentice of the number one swordsman in the world, he has to learn much more than others.

Yan Rongyi must feel the wind, the rain, all things in the world, and finally the traces left by the sword intent in the flowers and plants.

That period of time was the most boring and fulfilling period for Yan Rongyi.

Venerable Chengying personally made him a wooden sword, and taught him the Fushan sword technique hand in hand.

He has a high talent, he can see through a little bit, and his bones are hard to see in a thousand years, so he quickly surpassed all the white-robed disciples and became the well-deserved senior brother of the Fushan School.

...But this big brother is very suspicious.

Talkative and broken, none of the good-looking disciples escaped his "claw".

However, he himself is more beautiful, so none of those who were molested got angry.

The more time Ling Jiushen spent on Yan Rongyi, the more irritable he became.

He has comprehended the way of swordsmanship for thousands of years, lingered in the world, never soared, just waiting for an opportunity that has not yet come.

Originally, she had already lost interest in the secular world, but after accepting her apprentice, she always thought about Yan Rongyi subconsciously.

... Then it was discovered that the Fushan faction's spring hearts sprouted, and they were disturbed by Yan Rongyi so that they couldn't live in peace.

With a flick of Ling Jiushen's sleeves, Yan Rongyi, who had been promiscuous on the Fushan Mountain, suddenly appeared in the cave, with a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and a copy of the Fushan Heart Sutra in front of her.

"Three hundred times." Ling Jiu's face was frosty, and he sealed his dantian regardless of Yan Rongyi's wailing.

Yan Rongyi copied it ten times with a sad face, and when the master left, she immediately called Bai Shuang and Wang Shui and forced them to copy it with her.

As a result...it was discovered naturally, and then the three of them squatted in the cave, copying the Heart Sutra painstakingly.

This copy is seven days.

Yan Rongyi's heart became wild again. After copying, Yu Jian slipped down the mountain without saying hello to Venerable Chengying, and ran into the secret realm to practice alone.

It was a secret place next to Guanfeng Pavilion.

Due to the poor location and the presence of spirit beasts all around, few people broke into it alone.

Yan Rongyi was young and vigorous, and felt that his swordsmanship was unparalleled, so he wandered around the secret realm recklessly, but was trapped in the "killing formation" in the secret realm, and was seriously injured and fell into a coma.

Venerable Chengying, who was thousands of miles away, opened his eyes suddenly, and his figure disappeared in place, appearing in the hall lit by countless ever-burning lamps.

He hastily picked up a lotus lantern, and seeing the faint flame in it, his eyes immediately gathered wind and frost like a stormy sea.

That was Yan Rongyi's soul lamp.

"My lord!" Several elders rushed into the hall and knelt down on the ground, "Your lord...the soul lamp cannot be brought out of the Fushan sect, it is a rule set by you yourself!"

"...Even your soul lamp...is in the hall, it has never been moved!"

Ling Jiu floated high in the air, as if a wind was blowing from his feet, his robe was wantonly rolled up, and his long hair was flying.

He grabbed Yan Rongyi's soul lamp, his thin lips moved slightly: "He is my apprentice."

Ling Jiushen's figure faded away in the hall.

The strong wind left with him, and the candles in the hall flickered, illuminating the empty faces of the elders.

"...It can't go on like this."

"...The apprentice of the venerable is too sharp."

"...too rigid and easy to break."

Ling Jiushen didn't hear the whispers of the elders.

...Even if he heard it, he wouldn't care.

Ling Jiushen was in no mood to talk to the elder at all.

He didn't even know what the heavy and complicated emotions were surging up in his heart.

He only knew that Yan Rongyi was his only apprentice.

Yan Rongyi couldn't die.

Ling Jiushen found Yan Rongyi deep in the secret realm.

He was nailed to the dark black wall engraved with totems, the priest's robe was soaked in blood, and the viscous dark red liquid dripped and collected on the ground along the complicated lines on the wall.

Yan Rongyi heard Venerable Chengying's footsteps, raised her head, shyness and embarrassment appeared on her pale face.

He said, "Master..."

Ling Jiushen was suddenly very angry.

He pursed his lips and stood in front of Yan Rongyi, the wind was circling in the secret realm, countless transparent sword shadows shuttled lightly in the secret realm, the black wall covered with Yan Rongyi's blood just shattered into pieces silently. dust.

Ling Jiushen caught Yan Rongyi who fell down: "Are you going to bleed dry before you realize your mistake?"

Yan Rongyi dazedly put her face on the side of Master's neck, as if smelling the spring breeze in March.

He murmured aggrievedly: "Teacher...what's wrong with disciple?"

Ling Jiu was furious: "You can't control yourself!"

Yan Rongyi opened his eyes suddenly, and two clusters of fiery flames rose from the bottom of his eyes: "Why do you overestimate your own strength?...Master, I will still come after I improve my cultivation. I don't want you...I don't want you again and again help me!"

"...I am your apprentice, the apprentice of the number one swordsman in the world!"

"...I want to be the most powerful swordsman in the world...except for Master!"

Ling Jiu was shocked when he heard the words, and then lowered his head, Yan Rongyi had already passed out.

And the blood under their feet condensed into the color of flames.

Ling Jiu bowed his head deeply, and his hair covered Yan Rongyi's pale face. After a long time, a vague sigh came from the wind: "Silly boy."

Everyone said that Yan Rongyi was stubborn, but only Ling Jiushen knew that under his stubborn appearance, there was a heart stronger than anyone else.

Yan Rongyi was brought back to the Fushan School by Ling Jiushen, and after half a month of training, she was finally able to get out of bed.

He hangs his arms, walks with a limp, and is always surrounded by countless disciples of the Fushan Sect to ask for their health.

But this time, Ling Jiushen did not allow Yan Rongyi to leave his sight.

"Master, it's just a skin injury." When Yan Rongyi was called back to the cave, she waved her arms nonchalantly, "I've eaten dozens of pills from Elder Yuxuan... Even the dead can be brought back to life. .”

Venerable Chengying scolded angrily: "Be careful!"

Yan Rongyi felt wronged and knelt on the futon: "Oh."

... Then he was fined to copy the Heart Sutra [-] times.

When Yan Rongyi recovered from his injury, he went to the same secret realm again, only to find that the entire secret realm had been split in half, and what flowed from the sword marks was the familiar aura of Chengyingjian.

He thought, Master was really angry.

But for monks to practice, injuries are commonplace.

Yan Rongyi also has a big heart, he went down the mountain with the white-robed disciples to practice, and he would always be seriously injured when he came back.

"I'm a senior brother." Yan Rongyi murmured into the air while holding his chin while chasing the Heart Sutra, "They are all my junior and junior sisters...Of course they can't be allowed to rush forward when they are in danger."

A few stalactites shattered into powder silently. Standing behind Yan Rongyi, Ling Jiushen, who had disappeared, suddenly understood why the disciples of the Fushan Sect complained about being troubled by the elder brother, but when something happened, everyone stood up for him excuse.

...because he deserves it.

Since danger is unavoidable, there is only one way to become stronger.

Ling Jiushen's demands on Yan Rongyi were even higher. When the disciples of the Fushan School raised their heads, they could always see red figures moving through the wind and snow.

But Yan Rongyi never cried bitterness, nor tiredness.

Ling Jiushen stood in the vast snow, looking down at Yan Rongyi who was kneeling on the ground with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and heard the muffled sound of magma rolling in his chest, ready to go and dangerous.

"Master... I can't practice this move well." Yan Rong raised her hand in frustration, and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips with the back of her pale hand.

Ling Jiu's heart was pierced like a knife. For the first time, he obeyed his heart and lied with lowered eyes: "You... have done a good job."

"...When I was a teacher at your age, I didn't understand this trick as deeply as you do."

"Really?" Yan Rongyi's eyes gathered light again.

Ling Jiushen watched as he stumbled up from the snow, brushed off the broken ice from the hem of his clothes, and soared into the air again holding the sword.

Like a crimson luan bird flying in the morning sun, it illuminates the wind and snow.

...Later, the snow on Fushan stopped for several days.

Day by day, Yan Rongyi's swordsmanship has become more and more sophisticated, and he is already the leader of the younger generation of Fushan School.

No matter how unwilling Ling Jiushen was, he could not be restricted from going down the mountain.

Especially at that time, Fushan dispatched a major event—five of the seven Fushan enforcers fell within three days, and the assailants cruelly gouged out their eyes and took away the silver enforcer mask.

He also said that the Fushan Sect is all trash except for Venerable Cheng Ying.

The entire Fushan faction was furious.

This is a provocation to the Fushan School and an insult to the world's number one sword sect.

Yan Rongyi knelt in front of Ling Jiushen to bid farewell, and Ling Jiushen was startled that the first thought that popped up in his heart was to stop him.

"Master, this person's tricks are extremely bad. If ordinary disciples go, they will just die."

Ling Jiushen turned his back to Yan Rongyi, looked at the snow that never melted in the Fushan School, and remained silent.

Yan Rongyi raised her head, wondering: "Master?"

"Do you know who the perpetrator is?"

He smiled: "Of course I don't know... If Master knows, please don't tell me."

"...Master's move, doesn't it confirm his words, our Fushan Sect is all trash?"

Ling Jiushen said again: "Do you know that as a teacher, you don't have to go down the mountain, and you can make him disappear?"

He continued to laugh: "Master, he is so rampant just because everyone in the world knows that you can wipe him out without any effort."

The Fushan School... Ling Jiushen has never been the only one.

The title of disciple of the Fushan School is both an honor and a burden for everyone in the Fushan School.

Yan Rongyi scratched her hair and sighed helplessly: "Master, it is precisely because everyone in the world understands this truth that you can't make a move."

And Yan Rongyi, as the first disciple of Venerable Cheng Ying, became the most capable person, bar none.

The title of "Big Brother of the Fushan School" finally became a shackle.

But Yan Rong's intentions are as sweet as sweets.

After Ling Jiushen said "I'll do it for myself", he went down the mountain, found the villain, fought hard for three days and three nights, and finally pierced the opponent's throat with a sword, and took back five blood-stained law enforcement masks.

Yan Rongyi became famous in the first battle, but no one knew that he insisted on returning to the Fushan School, spitting blood and fell in front of Venerable Chengying's cave, just to say: "Master, I didn't embarrass you."

Trembling deeply, Ling Jiu held him in his arms.

Above their heads is the endless Cangxiong, the stars are shining brightly, and the star trails are endlessly changing.

Ling Jiushen's fingertips touched the blood that slipped out of Yan Rongyi's body, as if he had encountered a burning flame.

The Chengying Sword placed in the middle of the hall hummed like the wind, roaring like a tsunami.

That night, the disciples of the Fushan Sect went to sleep with the sound of swords, paying homage to the past law enforcers and celebrating the birth of new law enforcers.

Everyone knows that there is always one side of the mask that has been washed away from the blood that belongs to Yan Rongyi.

Yan Rongyi thought so too.

This time, even the elders had no objection, the one who hesitated... was Venerable Chengying himself.

He didn't want to see Yan Rongyi get hurt again.

I don't want to see the bright red blood gushing from the corner of his lips, and I don't want to see the light in his eyes dimming little by little.

He wanted to see him carefree by his side.

He didn't even want him to be the big brother of the Fushan Sect anymore.

But this kind of thinking is wrong.

Ling Jiu was horrified to find that he was getting deeper and deeper.

But when the scene of Yan Rongyi losing his cultivation and being trapped in the cave and only leaning on him appeared in his mind, his heart was filled with infinite joy.

This is a demon, Ling Jiushen warned himself.

Then began to deliberately avoid Yan Rongyi, no longer taught him the Heart Sutra, and no longer accompanied him to practice swordsmanship.

Yan Rongyi only thought that Ling Jiushen was about to retreat, so he wandered to the Tai Chi dojo, squatted aside, and eavesdropped on the evening class of the blue-robed disciple.

The blue-robed disciple said with a smile: "Senior Brother Yan, Master won't teach you anymore?"

He grabbed his hair and said helplessly, "My master is in retreat."

The blue-robed disciple came and went, came and went, learning what Yan Rongyi knew by heart.

He had no choice but to fly back to Xuehouju, squatting in front of the door every day, waiting for Ling Jiushen to leave the customs.

"Master, I realized another sword technique today... I want to practice it for you."

"Master, are you bored inside?"

"Master, today Bai Shuang asked me why I go to the Tai Chi Dojo so often...but I can't see you."

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Ling Jiushen has practiced for tens of millions of years, the first time his meridians became disordered, he became obsessed, and he vomited a mouthful of blood from his heart, only then did he know that something was wrong.

... He actually fell in love with his apprentice.

But the master and the apprentice are against morality and against the way of heaven.

Since ancient times, he has been despised by monks all over the world.

He is the number one swordsman in the world, no one dares to say it, but Yan Rongyi...will definitely be given countless despicable names, and will be ridiculed by the world ever since.

The respect he bought with blood and tears will be forgotten... The world will only remember that he is the "plaything" of Venerable Chengying.

Ling Jiushen closed his eyes, then opened them again, and the complicated emotions inside dissipated.

He opened the door of the cave, and indifferently ordered Yan Rongyi to live with the white-robed disciples.

Yan Rongyi agreed suspiciously, and was warmly welcomed by all the white-robed disciples that night.

Ling Jiushen stood alone in the wind and snow, watching the bright lights on the mountainside, and after a long time, he sealed the door of the cave.

A few days later, the elders asked Venerable Cheng Ying to appoint a new law enforcement officer.

All the disciples in white robes gathered in the Tai Chi dojo, Yan Rongyi was particularly dazzling among the group of white robes.

Holding the sword in his arms, his eyes lit up suddenly when he saw the master he hadn't seen for many days.

Just like standing among countless monks who came to pay homage to the Fushan Sect, he met the indifferent eyes of Venerable Chengying.

Ling Jiushen's heart began to soften.

He barely looked away, called the names of Bai Shuang and Wang Shui, and handed the mask to the expressionless Qin Qin.

He heard Yan Rongyi talking to the disciples beside him: "Ask me if I'm in a hurry?"

"...Of course not in a hurry, Master will definitely give me the law enforcement mask."

"...Why don't you give it first?"

"...Even if he doesn't give it to me now, he will give it to me when he returns to the cave."

Venerable Chengying lowered his eyes and handed the mask to another white-robed disciple.

So far, there is only one mask left without belonging.

Ling Jiu knew that Yan Rongyi was the most suitable candidate.

But when he looked at the brand-new mask, he still saw bloodstains on it.

After all, there will be his apprentice's blood on it.

A fishy sweetness welled up from the depths of his throat, and Ling Jiushen stopped suddenly.

There were whispers among the crowd.

"Don't your lord let Senior Brother Yan be the law enforcement officer?"

"It shouldn't be... Up and down the Fushan Mountain, how can there be a disciple who can compare with Senior Brother Yan?"

"Could it be that Senior Brother Yan made His Holiness angry?"

"Will His Holiness accept new apprentices?"

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Ling Jiushen didn't look back, but he could hear Yan Rongyi's voice.

His apprentice's tone was lonely, and he forced a smile, but he was still defending him: "Master doesn't let me be a law enforcement officer, of course there is his reason."

"...Perhaps, I am not serious enough in cultivation."

"...Master should be disappointed in me, right?"

No, it is not.

Ling Jiu closed his eyes in deep pain.

Where is he disappointed with Yan Rongyi?

He is disappointed in himself.

Just because of admiration, he wanted to break off his apprentice's wings and turn the phoenix soaring in the sky into a bird in a cage.

He is the most selfish person in the world.

Ling Jiushen couldn't help turning his head back, Yan Rongyi was indeed looking at him.

Those eyes were filled with a touch of bewilderment and loss, aware of Venerable Chengying's gaze, and suppressed all negative emotions, forcing out a smile.

Ling Jiushen could even imagine that if he didn't give Yan Rongyi the mask today, Yan Rongyi wouldn't feel dissatisfied if he mentioned it in the future.

He would only practice the sword techniques he had taught over and over again, desperately trying to let him see his efforts.

Silence swept over the dojo.

Several white-robed disciples holding masks watched Yan Rongyi worriedly.

They didn't know what happened between the master and apprentice, they just wondered what senior brother Yu Yan did to make the master so angry that he refused to even give him the mask of the law enforcer.

The smile on Yan Rongyi's face gradually froze, she held her sword and stood there with her head bowed, staring at the bluestone bricks under her feet in a daze.

"What are you doing in a daze?" In the end, Ling Jiushen was defeated, pretended to be indifferent, and turned around slowly, "I don't want this law enforcement mask, or should I put it on for you by my own hands?"

"Master?" Yan Rongyi raised his head suddenly, the joy in his eyes was like a swift hovering in the rain, soaring joyfully.

"Come here!" Ling Jiushen couldn't avoid it, so he could only cover up the trembling in his voice with a cold tone.

And then... His apprentice, like a red ostrich, crashed into his embrace.

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