villain is a good guy

Ling Jiu was stunned suddenly.

Yan Rongyi left with a touch, touched the tip of her nose, and smiled: "Master... this disciple has surpassed."

After he finished speaking, he stared at the mask in his palm with piercing eyes, and then, in front of Ling Jiushen, pressed the mask that gave him heavy responsibility to his face.

Youthful spirit, as sharp as a sword just drawn.

Ling Jiushen was once again heartbroken.

But can't do anything.

That day, the entire Fushan School was celebrating, only Venerable Cheng Ying returned to the cave, sat in front of the desk, stroked the Heart Sutra copied by Yan Rongyi, and waited quietly for his return.

In the middle of the night, Yan Rongyi, who was drunk, was escorted back by Qin Qin.

He was dancing and talking nonsense: "Master...Master is too much."

"...Obviously planning to give me the mask, why wait until the end?"

"...scared me... hiccup!"

"Master." Yin Qin saw Ling Jiu standing in front of the cave with a deep expression on his face, supporting Yan Rongyi and knelt down on the ground, "Everyone is happy today, and I drank Senior Brother Yan a few more glasses. I hope Master will not blame you. .”

"Blame?" Ling Jiushen's tone was so calm that it was almost cruel, "Celebrate today, pay homage tomorrow?"

Yin Qin was shocked.

"What does it mean to be a law enforcer...do you understand?" Ling Jiushen raised his hand, pulled Yan Rongyi into his arms, and sneered, "I can do it myself."

After saying that, the figure disappeared into the cave in an instant.

Qin Qin, who was kneeling on the spot, seemed to have turned into a stone statue and remained unmoved for a long time.

And Yan Rongyi, who was lying in Ling Jiushen's arms, thought she was dreaming.

He stared at the master's face with a smile and said, "It's so beautiful."

Ling Jiushen tensed his face when he was talking in his sleep, and ignored him.

Yan Rongyi stretched out a finger, slid across Ling Jiushen's tall nose, and finally landed on the soft lips.

He murmured: "So soft."

Ling Jiushen's eyes darkened suddenly, and the endless wind and snow were sucked into the dark vortex, and finally condensed into a faint blood color.

... Yan Rongyi is mean-spirited.

He saw that the beauty couldn't help molesting, and when he was sober, he didn't dare to do it to Venerable Chengying.

Probably because of holding back for a long time for many years, after getting drunk, the original shape is fully revealed.

Hanging in Ling Jiushen's arms, he pouted drunkenly: "Kiss one."

Ling Jiu endured and endured deeply, and finally resisted the urge to throw his apprentice out of the cave.

Yan Rong complained that Ling Jiushen kept silent, so he yelled twice, and stretched out his hand to pinch Master's chin: "What kind of good wine is this? The dream is so real..."

"...You and my master not only look the same, but also can't laugh!"

Ling Jiushen's sharp eyebrows frowned together.

It turned out that in Yan Rongyi's heart, he was just a wooden man who couldn't laugh.

After Yan Rongyi pinched Ling Jiushen's chin, she touched Ling Jiushen's eyelashes.

He touched it carefully, held his breath, and his cheeks were flushed.

The chaotic breath lingered in front of Ling Jiushen's eyes, like the rising sun, warm and ambiguous.

A faint daze appeared in Ling Jiu's deep eyes, and the affection that had been suppressed for a long time continuously emerged.

Yan Rongyi's clothes were disheveled, Taohua's eyes were flooded with water, and the redness at the end of her eyes was stained with moles of tears, and her whole body was on fire.

Ling Jiu couldn't control her affection, she lowered her head slowly, and when her thin lips were about to stick to the corner of Yan Rongyi's mouth, Yan Rongyi suddenly yelled "Wow", "Master!"

Ling Jiushen woke up suddenly, his heart was hot, his hands and feet were cold, and he was stared at by his apprentice so guilty: "What's wrong?"

Yan Rongyi approached him again, and the tip of their noses touched slightly, like the first piece of ice melting in spring, which made people feel palpitations.

"You...hahaha, your left eyelashes are thirteen less than your right eyelashes!"

Ling Jiushen: "..."

With a dark face, Ling Jiu threw Yan Rongyi into the hot spring in the cave.

- Pfft!

Yan Rongyi fluttered to the shore in embarrassment, grabbed the stones, and looked around blankly: "I...Where am I?"

"You are in a dream." Ling Jiushen sneered again and again, making a decision, he fell into the hot spring again.

After cultivating to this level, he is naturally not afraid of water.

Yan Rongyi floated in the water for a while and woke up. Although she didn't remember what she had done, but seeing her situation, she knew that she had made a mistake by drinking, so she hurriedly climbed ashore and knelt down in front of Ling Jiushen to admit her mistake.

Ling Jiushen's hand was raised and lowered, lowered and raised again, repeated several times, Yan Rongyi's Taoist robe was completely dry, and could not land on his head.

In the end Ling Jiushen left angrily, leaving him a thick stack of blank rice paper and a Heart Sutra that he was so familiar with.

Yan Rongyi sat down at the desk copying with a sad face, and at the same time secretly wondered, what did she do after she was drunk to make her master so angry.

He thought about it all night, but he had no clue, so he had to sneak around to find Yinqin.

Yan Rongyi: "I drank too much yesterday, did I talk nonsense to Master?"

Looking at him attentively and sympathetically: "Master, it's for your own good."

Yan Rongyi: "???"

Yin Qin pulled out his sword silently, and practiced his sword moves over and over again against the flying snow in the sky: "Senior Brother Yan, the mask of the Fushan Law Enforcer is both an honor and a responsibility."

Yan Rongyi: "???"

Yan Rongyi returned to the cave mansion in a daze, and before he finished copying the rest of the Heart Sutra, he was about to go down the mountain again.

... The Buddhist cultivator of Nanzhaoti Temple sent a secret letter from Xianhe, saying that the magic wand in the temple was vibrating, and the demon cultivator might have a change.

Among the seven enforcers of the Fushan faction, three were not on the mountain, and the rest happened to be Yan Rongyi and others who just got the mask.

He heard that the matter was related to the demon cultivator, so he flew to the tip of the giant kun's wing that night, held his breath and waited for a night.

Yan Rongyi is not the only demon cultivator hiding in the Fushan School.

If the demon cultivators really want to attack Nanzhaoti Temple, it is impossible for him not to hear anything.

But Yan Rongyi waited until the sky broke and no one showed up, so he knew that there was a change in the crouching wand in Nanzhaoti Temple, which most likely had nothing to do with the magic cultivator.

Yan Rongyi breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't figure out why the crouching wand moved abnormally.

The sects in the world are as vast as the sea of ​​stars.

Apart from the world's number one sword sect, the Fushan School, Nanzhaoti Temple enjoys a high reputation in the world.

Buddhist practice takes compassion as its heart, and saves all living beings. Although it is not good at fighting, there are many people who realize the Tao.

And because the threshold for entering the temple and becoming a monk is extremely low, his disciples are spread all over the world.

... To a certain extent, the Buddhist cultivators of Nanzhaoti Temple are much more approachable than the sword cultivators who stay on the Fushan Mountain all day and only practice swords.

And the so-called "Fu magic wand" is the natal magic weapon of the first generation abbot of Nanzhaoti Temple, and it has been guarded in the temple.According to legend, whenever a new big demon appears in the world, it will respond.

Before Yan Rongyi set off, she found Wangshui and Baishuang.

Bai Liu happened to be there too, shyly hiding behind his elder brother, pretending to play with the wooden sword he just got.

Yan Rongyi rubbed Bai Liu's head casually: "Junior Sister Bai Liu has grown taller again?"

Bai Shuang was busy studying the storage bag given by Elder Yuheng, and answered casually, "Yes, she has grown a lot taller."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Yan Rongyi stopped joking: "The change of the crouching wand... If it is really related to Moxiu, it will be easy to deal with."

Bai Shuang didn't understand what he meant: "Whatever he is, just hit him when he goes, what are you afraid of?"

Then he picked and picked in the storage bag—the white-robed disciples who don’t have the flying sword of their own destiny usually get rare swords from their masters and use them as weapons—fearing that Baishuang would not be enough, Elder Kaiyang directly gave it to a a lot.

"Senior Brother Yan means...it wasn't Moxiu who caused the change of the crouching wand?" Wang Shui heard Yan Rongyi's implication.

He nodded: "I'm just guessing."

After all... he is a demon cultivator.

If this matter is really the handiwork of Moxiu, it is impossible for him not to get any news.

"It's not a demon cultivator, what could it be?" Wang Shui looked at Yan Rongyi blankly, "Could it be something else?"

"Who knows?" Yan Rongti said casually, "I just hope that something that doesn't violate the laws of heaven and common sense appears in this world."

At the same time, thirty miles outside Nanzhaoti Temple, Duanhun Cliff.

A blue and white hand suddenly poked out from under the cliff.

The fingertips were bloodstained, the knuckles were twisted, and white light could be seen.

But this hand firmly grasped the gravel, dragging the whole body up bit by bit.

... This is a bloody young man.

He was covered with wounds and dying, but his eyes burst out with amazing light.

"I'm back... I'm really back!" He covered his face, cried and laughed, and twitched on the ground like a madman.

Countless red plum blossoms bloomed on the edge of the cliff, and the bloody petals submerged him little by little as the strong wind blew.

In an instant, a golden light rose into the sky.

He hugged his injured arm and stood up from the golden light, holding a radiant and simple book in his hand.

Black mist emerged from the book and slowly condensed in front of him.

He frowned and looked at it for a while, then snorted coldly: "You are the golden finger that Heaven gave me?"

Hei Wu trembled, and laughed sinisterly: "Yes, I am your golden finger."

He turned around in disdain, and stared at the steep cliff with hatred: "If Heaven is willing to return my original cultivation base to me, why do I need a golden finger?"

"...Backing from death is the limit of what Heaven can do for you." Hei Wu pointed out, "Are you willing to become Ling Jiushen... No, his name is Yan Rongyi now."

"...Are you willing to become the second Yan Rongyi?"

He gritted his teeth: "Of course I don't want to."

The black mist rose proudly and circled around him: "From today onwards, you are Luo Yu."

He asked, "Who is Luo Yu?"

"Who is Luo Yu...it's all up to you." Hei Mist flew towards the book in his hand, motioning for him to open his palm.

"Luo Yu" followed suit.

"This is the ability bestowed on you by the Dao of Heaven." Black Mist patiently explained, "As long as the rules allow, you can change the fate of yourself and Yan Rongyi at will."

Luo Yu asked almost subconsciously: "Then what if I just write him to death?"

Black Mist sighed: "You can try."

Luo Yu repeated the sentence as she said, but the book didn't respond.

The black mist had been expected for a long time, wriggling and rising, and looked at the vast sky: "A hundred years ago, since that battle, the law of heaven has never been able to intervene in the fate of Ling Jiushen and Yan Rongyi."

"You don't need to know the specifics of that battle. You just need to remember that in the current situation, on the surface, the way of heaven is slightly better, but if the two of them recover their memories, the consequences will be disastrous."

Luo Yu's eyes darkened severely.

In that battle, he was only smashed to pieces by the aftermath of a thunderstorm, and his body and spirit were destroyed.

Then I heard the voice of Heavenly Dao in the dark: "Are you willing?"

willing?

How could you be willing.

If it wasn't for Ling Jiushen, how could he have come to such a miserable end? !

So he shouted silently: "I am not reconciled!"

Tiandao said: "Okay, let's make a deal."

…………

Luo Yu's teeth chattered, and she forcibly pulled away from her memories: "What does Heaven want me to do?"

The black mist condensed on the book again: "Heaven wants you to find a way to let Ling Jiushen take Yan Rongyi's life with his own hands!"

Luo Yu was not surprised by the answer he heard. He looked at the book in his palm, frowned and asked another question: "What does Tiandao mean...what is allowed by the rules?"

"It's very simple." Hei Wu was persuasive, "For example, although your current body has a foundation, but no cultivation at all, you can't say that you have suddenly obtained a hundred years of cultivation."

"...But you can write that you were accepted as an apprentice by a certain sect because of your excellent bones. From then on, your journey to immortality has been magnanimous, and you have soared into the sky."

Luo Yu understood what she heard, and sat cross-legged on the tiny falling flowers, her face showed a vicious hatred for a while, and a vicious smile for a while: "In that case...then I have to give this body a clean history."

"...Then, go to be Ling Jiushen's apprentice."

A thunderbolt suddenly struck down from the nine heavens.

Yan Rongyi, who was flying in mid-air with Yu Jian, frowned and stabilized her figure.

"Senior Brother Yan, what's wrong?" Seeing this, Bai Shuang also stopped.

"This rain...something is wrong." Yan Rongyi removed the barrier formed by magic spells in his palm.

Cold raindrops dripped down his slender fingers.

Tick-tick, tick-tock.

There was a faint smell of blood in the wind.

Yan Rongyi shuddered all over: "Yin Qin hasn't come back yet?"

Before the time of a stick of incense.

Bai Shuang chased after Yan Rongyi's buttocks, flying wildly all the way: "Brother Yan, did you touch my sister's head before you left!"

"When I went to find you, I also touched it!" Yan Rongyi ran away with her head in her arms, "What's the matter... I really think she is a younger sister!"

"Don't touch it!" Bai Shuang growled and threw the two balls of real fire on her shoulders towards Yan Rongyi.

Yan Rongyi stepped on the sword and turned around recklessly, her red robe was filled with the wind, and she still had time to pull a feather from a bird flying by, and then stuck it on top of Bai Shuang's head.

Bai Shuang broke down: "Yan, Rong, Yi!"

"Bai Shuang, don't make trouble with Senior Brother Yan." Wang Shui looked funny, raised his hand to brush off the feathers on his head, and persuaded him in a gentle voice, "Have you forgotten Master's words?"

The anger on Bai Shuang's face froze, and dissipated after a while, and sighed lowly: "I remember, Master reminded us that being a law enforcer is both an honor and a responsibility...

"Brother Yan, I don't know what the master said to him alone. When he first came down the mountain, he was lost for a long time."

"So you messed with him on purpose?" Wang Shui patted Bai Shuang's shoulder amusedly, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Yan isn't that fragile."

Yan Rongyi is indeed not fragile.

He just didn't expect that the master would bring him back to the cave before he left, and then drive a sword intent into his body.

... didn't even give him the slightest preparation.

And several elders who were meditating quietly in the main hall opened their eyes at the same time, staring in shock at the golden soul lamp surrounded by many lights in the center of the hall.

——That golden flame suddenly began to sway frantically.

"Sir!"

The elders exclaimed in unison, then turned into a streamer and disappeared in place.

"Master?" Yan Rongyi, who was kneeling in front of Ling Jiushen, was also stunned.

A strange and terrifying aura quietly dormant in his dantian.

"There are not many things I can give you as a teacher." Ling Jiushen raised his hand, but after all, he did not place it on Yan Rongyi's head, but on his shoulder. If the situation is urgent, you know what to do."

"Master, how could you..." Yan Rongyi grabbed Ling Jiushen's clothes, her pretty face flushed with anger, "How could you do that?!"

If it's just a few years of cultivation base, that's all.

The 5000-year-old sword intent has already stained Ling Jiushen's heart and soul.

Even if he is the number one swordsman in the world, rashly giving it to his disciples will hurt the root.

Yan Rongyi knelt down in front of Ling Jiushen again: "Master, please take back the sword intent!"

"I give it to you as a teacher, just take it." Ling Jiu frowned deeply and pulled back the hem of his clothes. Seeing that he could not kneel down, his brows became tighter and tighter. "Besides, I will only accept you as an apprentice in this life. Don't say 5000 years of sword intent, even if it is [-] years, if you want to give it as a teacher, you can give it."

"...Go, Baishuang and Wangshui are already waiting for you in front of the mountain gate."

Yan Rongyi's eyes were hot, and she knelt on the ground without moving a muscle.

How could he be Ling Jiushen's only apprentice in this life?

There are still unactivated demon seeds in his body.

In the future, one day we will meet each other in battle...

Yan Rongyi felt a sharp pain in his heart, and bowed deeply again: "Master, please take back the sword intent!"

There is a posture that if Venerable Chengying doesn't take back his sword intent, he won't leave.

Ling Jiushen suddenly found it funny: "The teacher asked you to leave, why don't you leave?"

After saying that, he raised his sleeves, and a gust of gentle wind sent Yan Rongyi to the front of the cave.

He fell to the ground in embarrassment, and met the elders who rushed over.

"Don't say any more." Ling Jiushen's voice came from inside the cave, "Rong Yi, if you don't leave, I will personally send you down the mountain as a teacher."

Yan Rongyi brushed off the broken snow on the hem of her clothes, knowing that her arms could not twist her thighs, before Yu Jian left, she yelled at the cave: "Master, even if I am smashed to pieces, I will not use your sword intent!"

The wind howled past, and the shocked expressions of the elders froze for an unknown number of times.

...that's all.

Venerable Chengying loved this apprentice Yan Rongyi not once or twice.

But Yan Rongyi flew to the mountain gate sullenly, and fought with Bai Shuang all the way, her mood gradually cleared up.

As long as the 5000-year-old sword intent remains unchanged, he can still return his cultivation to his master intact after returning to Fushan from Nanzhaoti Temple.

"Senior brother Yan, which way should we go?" The silent Qin Qin flew to Yan Rongyi's side, and the white Taoist robe was blown up by the wind, revealing the black clothes inside.

Wang Shui took out the map from the storage bag and checked it carefully: "I have been to Nanzhaoti Temple several times, and I have always passed Shimu (*), circumnavigated the mountains of Huaijiang River, and finally turned over Penglai Xianshan Mountain, and flew eastward for a while. Day and night came."

"...We have just arrived at Huaijiang Mountain."

Yan Rongyi frowned frequently: "According to this speed, it will take three or four days to arrive."

"Except for Master and a few elders, no one is faster than us." Wang Shui comforted, "Nanzhaoti Temple has a profound heritage, and if it really encounters a disaster, it will definitely last until we arrive."

Wang Shui didn't say the rest, but Yan Rongyi also understood.

If Nanzhaoti Temple couldn't hold on, then unless Venerable Chengying came in person, it would be useless for them to go.

"Forget it, Yin Qin, go ahead and take a look." Yan Rongyi withdrew her thoughts, stretched out her hand and clicked on the map in Wang Shui's hand, "I heard that there are many spirit beasts in the mountains of Huai River, and the disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion like to practice here most, and they also I don't know if we will meet... If so, please say hello for us."

"Okay." Yin Qin put on the silver mask, and without a word, stepped on the sword and turned into a stream of light, disappearing into the sea of ​​clouds.

However, after a stick of incense, Yan Rongyi could smell blood in the wind.

He and Wang Shui looked at each other, and after finding the worry in each other's eyes, they stepped on the sword and flew down at the same time.

Bai Shuang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly followed: "Senior Brother Yan, Senior Brother Wang Shui...you wait for me!"

In the wind and rain, the mountains of Huaijiang River are shrouded in mist.

Pale white smoke rises in the forest, like a fairyland.

But the monks all know that the mountain of Huaijiang is not a fairyland, it is a paradise for spirit beasts and a hell for human beings.

"There is still the sword energy left by Junior Brother Yin here..." Wang Shui's fingers moved swiftly in the wind, "He didn't leave for a long time."

"Below." Yan Rongyi's senses were more sensitive than Wangshui's. He looked straight at the thickest point of the mist, and swooped down without saying a word, "Wangshui, Baishuang's cultivation is stronger than that of the four of us." The lowest in the middle, you protect him!"

"...Who said that?" Bai Shuang, who came late, retorted unconvinced, "I just..."

"Bai Shuang!" Before he finished speaking, Wang Shui pulled him aside.

Frost rarely appeared on the gentle sword shaving surface: "Don't make trouble."

Bai Shuang fell down in an instant, and threw the two balls of real fire on his shoulders towards Yan Rongyi: "Ordinary spirit beasts are afraid of real fire... Senior Brother Yan, be careful!"

Yan Rongyi sighed inwardly.

He increased his speed to the extreme, and the wind that ripped through his ears was roaring like a raging beast.

Immersion in the mist is but an instant.

The temperature plummeted, and all sounds were blocked by the fog.

He casually swept across the leafy branches, and when he reached out to touch a bird nestling in the tree, his pupils shrank violently, and then his complexion changed suddenly, he gritted his teeth, and his hands made mudras, and his breathing changed countless times With this gesture, he tightly covered himself in the barrier, and then he breathed heavily to stabilize his figure.

Where is the fog floating in the air...

Those are tens of billions of white flying insects!

Yan Rongyi's heart sank.

Qin Qin's cultivation is not as good as his, if he fails to deploy the barrier in time, the consequences will be disastrous.

— creaking.

The real fire also fell under the mist, and wherever the light blue flames went, accompanied by the sound of grinding teeth, it was like falling snow, and the charred corpses of flying insects fell one after another.

"Fortunately, you are here." Yan Rongyi's expression relaxed a little, and he waved to Zhenhuo.

The two balls of real fire that he accidentally knocked out fell on his palm, swaying happily.

"Go, maybe you guys will find Junior Brother Yin before me." Yan Rongyi threw them forward again.

More charred flying insects fell from the sky.

Zhenhuo cleared the way leisurely, Yan Rongyi followed behind with a vigilant expression.

For a moment, they were fixed in the air at the same time.

There was a strange buzzing sound in the distance, like a sharp dagger trying to pierce Yan Rongyi's eardrum.

The white mist also thickened, quickly covering the sky and covering the sun, surging like a wave in the forest.

Yan Rongyi's face was livid, and with a livid face, she covered her ears, but she still heard Qin Qin's roar——

"Brother Yan, let's go!"

The author has something to say: (*) The place name was chosen from "Shan Hai Jing".

Tomorrow I will be able to write about why Master accepted Luo Yu as an apprentice... There are many guesses in the comments, but they are all wrong!hey-hey

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