villain is a good guy

Yan Rongyi's loose long hair brushed Qin Qin's cheeks.

Yin Qin's expressionless face was full of astonishment.

Yin Qin is a beggar.

If it hadn't been for stepping on the teleportation array of the Fushan School back then, and being picked up by Elder Kaiyang by mistake, he would have been starved to death in the mortal world.

He felt that his life was picked.

The Fushan sect raised him, and he will live and die for Fushan for the rest of his life.

So when Yin Qin let go of Yan Rongyi's hand and planned to sacrifice himself, he didn't hesitate at all.

...Brother Yan is a good person.

Yin Qin felt that it was worth dying for him.

This idea did not come out of thin air.

Qin Qin has almost no friends in the Fushan School.

His master, Elder Kaiyang, is a sword idiot. He only cares about the way of swords on weekdays and knows nothing about his apprentice's private life.

Under Elder Kaiyang's seat, there is more than one apprentice.

When he first started, he had no cultivation, he obtained the Heart Sutra, no matter how much he got up early and practiced late at night, he was still inferior to the senior brothers and sisters in the sect.

Even if a child is not bullied, it is difficult for a child to survive in the huge sect by himself.

Day after day, Yin Qin was almost out of food.

He even began to miss the half rotten steamed bun he picked up when he was a beggar.

Until that day, Yin Qin fainted in the snow, and before he lost consciousness, blood-like red flashed in front of his eyes——

"Which elder's disciple is this?" The voice that fell from above his head was as sweet as the sounds of heaven.

A pair of bony hands lifted him up from the snow.

Yin Qin raised his head blankly, his eyes were dazzled by the brilliant sky light, he didn't see the man's face clearly, he only remembered that the embrace was very warm.

Afterwards, Yin Qin woke up, lying on the bed, chomping on shortbread, listening to the conversations of the senior brothers and sisters, only then did he realize that the person who rescued him was the senior brother of the Fushan School, Yan Rongyi.

After that day, Yan Rongyi often came to visit him, sometimes bringing a piece or two of cakes from the mountain, and sometimes quietly giving him a kite from the mortal world.

Yin Qin's relationship with other disciples is lukewarm, but he is getting closer to Yan Rongyi day by day.

Brother Yan...

It's different in his heart.

So Yin Qin was willing to die for Yan Rongyi.

But she never expected that Yan Rongyi would turn around without hesitation, protect him in her arms, and then use all her strength to fall out of the range of the white mist.

The mayflies rushed towards them, but because they couldn't leave the Huaijiang Mountain, they could only hum sharply at them through an invisible barrier.

Wang Shui Yujian came, supported Yan Rongyi's arm, and hurriedly stuffed the pill into his mouth: "Senior Brother Yan...Senior Brother Yan!"

"Ahem, I can't die." Yan Rongyi was not bitten to death by the mayfly, but almost choked to death by the medicine of forgetting water.

He swallowed the bitter pill with a sad face, took a breath and called Qin Qin's name.

Yin Qin was immersed in shock, lowered his head, and said in a low voice: "Yes."

"What are you doing?" Yan Rong became annoyed when she saw that he looked bored, "What did you want to do just now?"

"...Do you think it's great to sacrifice yourself?"

Yan Rongyi didn't know where the anger in his heart came from, if it wasn't for the pain in his back, he would definitely have held his sword and slapped Qin Qin's ass hard.

"...Or do you think that I am unreliable and cannot take you out of Huaijiang Mountain?"

Yin Qin's ears were slightly red, and he murmured: "No."

"No, isn't it?" Yan Rongyi raised his hand and slapped him on the forehead, "Listen to me, the sword cultivators of the Fushan School follow the path of killing and stopping killing, not crooked cultivators. , Self-explosion at every turn!"

"...You're not even self-destructing, you're just playing suicide." Yan Rong said sarcastically, the tension in her heart loosened, she covered her back and grinned at Wang Shui: "Help me quickly See if there is any disfigurement."

Wang Shui reluctantly flew to Yan Rongyi's side, drew out his voice, flattered without emotion: "Brother Yan is extremely handsome, and he is as handsome as before."

He hummed softly in satisfaction, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Qinqin sticking to the sword cautiously, like an angry little daughter-in-law, the anger in his heart completely dissipated.

...How to put it, Yin Qin also wanted to save him.

"Okay, let's go." Yan Rongyi raised his hand and hooked Yin Qin's neck, seeing his ears were red, he couldn't help laughing, "Don't be afraid, I'm not Dongfang Yu from Guanfeng Pavilion, I won't lock you up."

Yin Qin muttered "Yes", and after a while, he broke free from Yan Rongyi's hand and flew towards the sky in a panic.

Yan Rongyi looked at the empty embrace, and asked Wang Shui inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Wang Shui hesitated to speak, finally heaved a long sigh, did not answer his question, but said: "Bai Shuang has sent the disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion to the nearest town, and will be back soon."

"...Brother Yan, we can't waste any more time on the road."

Yan Rongyi suppressed the smile on her face, looking at the rolling clouds in the sky, she always had a bad feeling.

Two days later, they arrived at Nanzhaoti Temple.

The apricot-yellow courtyard wall of Nanzhaoti Temple is hidden in the pine forest, and the blue-gray hall ridge reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, which is quiet and peaceful.

On the other hand, the expressions of Yan Rongyi and his group became more dignified the closer they got to Nanzhaoti Temple.

The incense in Nanzhaoti Temple never goes out all the year round, and it has never been so deserted.

When they flew over, it was the evening class time for the Buddhist monks in the temple, but they didn't even hear the sound of evening drums.

"Brother Yan, the magic wand is in the Daxiong Hall of Nanzhaoti Temple." Wang Shui came to Nanzhaoti Temple the most times, and is now describing the structure of Nanzhaoti Temple to Yan Rongyi, "After evening classes, most of the disciples in the temple will come back Rest in the backyard of the Zen temple."

"Where did everyone go?" Bai Shuang stepped on the sword and followed behind them, looking left and right, "I heard that Nanzhaoti Temple is the most spiritual place to seek marriage, and there is an endless stream of people offering incense every day... Could it be fake? ?”

Yan Rongyi heard the words, her mood was slightly relaxed, the corners of her lips curled up, teasing: "Our junior brother Baishuang, Hongluan Xing, moved."

"Yan Rongyi, what nonsense are you talking about again?!" Bai Shuang jumped out of anger, and secretly looked at Wang Shui from the corner of her eyes. On Rong Yi, "I just listened to passers-by on the street talking about seeking marriage when I was going down the mountain... You have time to joke with me, why don't you take a few more pills!"

Yan Rongyi's smile instantly froze at the corner of her mouth.

The injury on his back was not serious, even if he didn't take the elixir, he would recover in five or six days, but his group of juniors, one by one, wanted to choke his neck and pour medicine into his mouth.

Even Yin Qin who was rescued by him was no exception!

It's really old fashioned, and people's hearts are declining.

Yan Rongyi suppressed the bitterness on the back of his tongue, and changed the subject abruptly: "There are not one thousand Buddhist cultivators in Nanzhaoti Temple, but eight hundred. It is impossible for them to disappear overnight."

He took the lead to fly to the monastery: "Search separately!"

"Yes!"

Three beams of light dispersed from behind Yan Rongyi, and after a stick of incense, they returned to him again.

"There's no one in the backyard."

"There is no one in the Daxiong Palace."

"There is no one in the meditation hall."

Yan Rongyi's expression sank.

None of them noticed that the setting sun sank into the thick night, and what slowly rose in the sky was a blood moon.

Fushan school, the queen of snow.

Ling Jiu leaned deeply against the edge of the pool, lifting a few drops of spring water with his pale fingers, and these spring water turned into clear ice crystals before falling.

Those 5000 years of cultivation... didn't break away from his connection.

Yan Rongyi had never thought of refining at all.

Ling Jiu furrowed his brows deeply and made a gesture, making various gestures, but still couldn't see through Yan Rongyi's fate.

This... is almost impossible.

Since Ling Jiushen practiced so far, he has been able to see through the secrets of the sky, and even manipulate the stars.

He was just waiting for an opportunity.

As for what they are waiting for... Even Ling Jiushen himself doesn't know.

But he knew he had to wait.

Because that is the deepest obsession in his heart.

But now, Ling Jiushen couldn't figure out Yan Rongyi's fate, only felt that the fog in front of him was full of wind and snow in the floating mountains, he couldn't help feeling irritable, and after a while, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

Sitting in the hall, the elders who guarded the soul lamps of the people in Fushan had miserable expressions on their faces - since Nephew Yan went down the mountain, the Venerable's soul lamp has not been safe.

Shake every three days, every five days, and a few sparks will pop out from time to time, torturing them almost to death.

Ling Jiushen didn't take it seriously, he had a deep cultivation base, and he didn't care about a slap or two.

Ling Jiushen took out Yan Rongyi's soul lamp from the armband.

Yan Rongyi's Soul Lamp was burning quietly, Ling Jiushen's eyes gradually turned dark, and his slender fingers reached out, circling around the orange-red flame, but after a short while, Ling Jiushen suddenly withdrew his finger and stared at Soul lamp--

laugh!

The originally quietly burning flame shook frantically, almost extinguishing.

"Okay." Ling Jiushen's eyes dimmed, it was the last calm before the anger, "Okay!"

"...With such a method, even I was almost deceived." Ling Jiushen flew out of the cave, raised his head, and looked at the vast sky. The wind and snow circled around him, sending out a long dragon chant.

He asked: "The way of heaven?"

Lavender lightning came through the air, and turned into a lifelike dragon in front of Ling Jiushen.

The dragon roared and raised its front paws, stepping on the seemingly insignificant human Xiu with disdain.

Ling Jiushen remained motionless.

The dark Taoist robe on his body fluttered wantonly in the wind, and the dark golden lines on the corners of the robe shone dazzlingly.

He raised his right hand, facing the void, and grasped it gracefully—the finely shattered snow rose into the air, turning into endless long swords.

"Go." Ling Jiu opened his thin lips lightly, and said two words indifferently.

The long sword turned from snow immediately turned into the sharpest blade in the world, repeatedly piercing into the dragon's body.

Sharp explosions sounded one after another, and the lavender dragon surged wildly in mid-air, and roared angrily at Fushan, but it still couldn't stop its body from turning into specks of dust.

Ling Jiushen withdrew his hand without haste, looking at the clear sky, his snow-covered face showed a chilling indifference: "It's better not to be your hand."

A muffled thunder rolled across the sky to show weakness.

Ling Jiu lowered his eyes deeply, and the figure disappeared in place again.

Outside Nanzhaoti Temple, the book in Luo Yu's hand already has an extra line of writing.

Hei Wu stopped beside him, muttering: "Luo Yu lost her parents when she was young. In order to get revenge, she became a teacher of the Fushan Sect's Master Chengying... yes, it is logical."

"Do you know how difficult it is to be logical?" Luo Yu complained impatiently, "I tried a lot of plots, and found that I had to create a reasonable identity for myself in order to write what happened in the future in this book."

"Why?" He looked at the sky unwillingly, "Heavenly Dao is so afraid of Ling Jiushen, but can indirectly control his fate?"

"No, the Dao of Heaven cannot control Ling Jiushen's fate." Hei Wu reminded him kindly, "And what you can change is only his apprentice and your own fate."

Luo Yu got up from the ground cursing, she only dared to hide her dissatisfaction with the way of heaven in her heart, and didn't dare to really say it out.

Black Mist knew more than he did.

The reason why it must be logical... is because whenever there is a little bit of illogical plot, Ling Jiushen will recover his memory and become an existence that even the heavens fear.

And this world can no longer restrain Ling Jiushen.

"Okay." Luo Yu brushed off the ashes on her hands and looked around, "What I have to do now is to wait for Ling Jiushen to appear before accepting me as a disciple..."

Before Luo Yu finished speaking, the ground shook wildly.

He sat on the ground in a state of embarrassment, watching the dark golden light rise from the ground in front of his eyes, covering Nanzhaoti Temple in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, four figures came from afar with the sword, and crashed into the golden light unknowingly, like four small moths crashing into a spider's web without knowing it.

"It's actually... an enchantment?!" Luo Yu's eyes widened in disbelief, and the next second, she hurriedly opened her palm to read the plot she wrote.

"Since 'Apprenticeship under the Venerable Chengying' is a logical plot, then Heavenly Dao will definitely give me an opportunity to get in touch with Ling Jiushen!"

"...Could it be that there is Yan Rongyi among the people who just crashed into the enchantment?" Luo Yu scrambled to the place where the golden light had just risen, tentatively stretched out her hand, but retracted it like lightning, "No way." , once you enter the barrier, unless you find out the cause of the barrier and break it from the inside, you will fall into the world of the barrier and never get out!"

... According to legend, someone fell into the enchantment without knowing it, lived in it for a hundred years, came out by chance, and the vicissitudes of the world had already turned into an appearance he didn't recognize.

Luo Yu frowned in confusion and said, "I'm just a mortal with no cultivation. Even if I see Yan Rongyi, what can I do? If Ling Jiushen doesn't show up, I still can't worship him as my teacher."

"This is not an ordinary enchantment." Falling on his shoulder, the black fog that had been silent for a long time suddenly exclaimed, "This is a restricted enchantment!"

"What restrictions?"

"There are restrictions on cultivation." Hei Wu's explanation was concise and to the point, "You can get in, but Ling Jiushen can't."

"...and the monks who can enter, the higher the cultivation level, the more realistic the world inside the barrier."

"...On the contrary, mortals go in and are the least likely to be confused."

Hearing this, Luo Yu was stunned for a while, then looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "So it is so... so it is!"

The smile on his face was distorted: "Ling Jiushen, should you show up?"

Ling Jiu can enter the barrier that cannot be penetrated.

... This is the opportunity that Heavenly Dao created for him.

The pine forest surged and the temperature plummeted.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the sky.

Ling Jiushen stood in the sky above Nanzhaoti Temple, as if a god descended, and the robe behind him slowly rolled up in the wind.

He stared at Nanzhaoti Temple expressionlessly, and a fine wind and snow suddenly rose in his pupils.

The Nanzhaoti Temple, which was originally the same, has changed in his eyes - dots of golden spots are spinning around the Zen courtyard, dividing the Nanzhaoti Temple into two overlapping spaces.

"Boundary?" Ling Jiu poked out his pale hand from the sleeve, and covered the void with golden spots, "...Magic wand?"

Ling Jiushen still had no expression on his face. If it weren't for his deep eyes, no one would have been able to see that he was angry.

The crouching wand guarded in the Daxiong Hall of Nanzhaoti Temple was soaked in the Buddha's light, but it continuously sensed the endless magic power. After several actions, it opened up a barrier by itself.

The enchantment created by the ordinary magic weapon could not blind Ling Jiushen's detection, but after listening to the thousand-year Zen sound with the crouching wand, even if he couldn't suppress the magic energy in the wand, the opened enchantment still had a trace of Buddha nature.

It was this trace of Buddha nature that concealed the abnormality of Yan Rongyi's soul lamp.

The moon hangs high in the sky, Nanzhaoti Temple is lit up with warm lights one after another, and the distant towns are also lit up. The breeze blows by, like a fishing boat swaying on the dark sea.

Ling Jiushen closed his eyes.

The enchantment of the crouching wand was nothing to him. Although he couldn't enter it, he could easily destroy it.

... can be tolerated inside.

If the barrier is destroyed, Rong Yi will die too.

For the current plan, only by finding someone who can enter the barrier and telling Yan Rongyi that the key to breaking the barrier is to hold down the magic wand, can the people inside the barrier be safe and sound.

So where is this man?

Ling Jiushen opened his eyes, and his figure disappeared into the air in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Luo Yu.

The pitch-black Taoist robe was like gurgling water, rushing through Luo Yu's fingers.

Luo Yu lowered her head firmly, suppressed the ecstasy in her heart, pretended to be terrified and fell to the ground, tremblingly said: "Immortal... Immortal?!"

a mortal.

Ling Jiu frowned deeply and stretched out his hand, touching Luo Yu's shoulder with his fingertips.

The roots are good, and there is no magic.

Ling Jiushen quickly withdrew his hand.

"Would you like to do something for me?" Ling Jiushen's gaze was like a pool of stagnant water, and his dark pupils locked on Luo Yu tightly.

Luo Yu's expression was in a trance for a moment, and deep fear ran from the tailbone all the way to the back of the neck.

Ling Jiushen didn't trust him.

Even though he was a mortal, Ling Jiushen never let go of his guard.

Even using spiritual power... to probe his memory.

Fortunately, with Heaven's Dao as a cover-up, the written plot has become a reality.

"What...what's the matter?" Luo Yu was too frightened to speak a complete sentence.

"Go to Nanzhaoti Temple and find a man named Yan Rongyi."

"Yan... Yan Rongyi?"

"You just need to tell him three words." Ling Jiu's deep and thin lips moved slightly, "The crouching wand...he will understand everything."

In the blink of an eye, Luo Yu also wondered what Tong Tiandao had done.

It turned out that the enchantment was opened by the magic wand.

But Yan Rongyi was deeply involved, and Ling Jiushen had to turn to others if he wanted to save him.

"Luo Yu" is the key character who appears in the plot node.

His hands supporting his upper body trembled uncontrollably, not because of fear, but because of excitement.

"Are you willing?" Ling Jiu frowned deeply and repeated for the second time.

Luo Yu came back to her senses, raised her head abruptly, and pretended not to understand: "Immortal, you want me to go in, and then find a person named Yan Rongyi... and tell him the three words 'Fu Magic Wand' ?”

Ling Jiu nodded deeply: "As long as you want, I can promise you anything."

Prosperity and wealth, immortality...

Ling Jiushen can do this.

In just a short while, the temperature around them had dropped to freezing point, and the bright red plum blossoms were covered with ice and snow, falling from the branches in pieces.

Luo Yu turned over and knelt down on the ground: "Immortal, I don't want glory and wealth, and I don't want to live forever!"

"...I just ask the immortal to accept me as a disciple!"

——Click-click-click.

The temperature plummeted again, and the flower buds that were still on the branches exploded into fine red ice crystals, suspended around them.

Luo Yu bit her bullet and said loudly, "Please ask the immortal to complete it!"

...About disciples.

Ling Jiu lowered his eyes deeply, thinking of his promise to Yan Rongyi, blood surged in his chest.

He only accepted one person as a disciple in his life.

That person is Yan Rongyi.

Wearing a red Taoist robe, like a ostrich, accompanied by the bright morning sun, it fell on the tip of his heart.

"Master..." Yan Rongyi's voice suddenly rang in Ling Jiushen's ears, "I would rather be smashed to pieces than refine your 5000-year cultivation!"

Ling Jiushen woke up suddenly.

The red powder fell on the ground one after another, like a bloody snow.

Nanzhaoti Temple has been completely shrouded in the barrier, and the Buddhist cultivators don't know that they are in the barrier, so how can they warn Yan Rongyi?

A radius of tens of miles... there are other mortals, but how long can Yan Rongyi last in the barrier?

Only this person is left.

"If the immortals are willing to accept me as a disciple... no matter when, I, Luo Yu, will definitely go through fire and water, and I will not hesitate!"

Ling Jiushen dismissed Luo Yu's oath.

His gaze passed through the fine snow all over the sky, and he said indifferently: "Did you see them go in?"

Luo Yu's whole body was shocked, and the coercion belonging to the world's number one swordsman came over.

He spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs, as if his head was held down by a huge hand, and he was firmly pressed to the ground.

"I...I..." Luo Yu coughed up more blood, and said intermittently, "I'm just... a mortal... so what if I see it?"

"...the immortal accepted me as his disciple, so I will save Yan Rongyi..."

"... Immortal... If you are determined not to accept me as a disciple... then kill me!"

Luo Yu was confident that she was the best choice to enter the enchantment. After speaking, she lay down on the ground panting, quietly waiting for Ling Jiushen's choice.

The coercion suddenly dissipated.

Luo Yu covered her heart, curled up on the ground, and laughed silently.

He won the bet.

Sure enough, Ling Jiushen was willing to do anything for Yan Rongyi.

Ling Jiu stared at him indifferently, and after a while, said softly, "Okay."

In fact, there is a better way.

For example, go to the dimly lit place to find someone.

But Ling Jiushen couldn't afford to wait.

Yan Rongyi, who was in the barrier, couldn't wait.

Luo Yu covered her mouth to block the weird smile on the corner of her mouth: "Then invite the immortal...the immortal swear..."

He struggled to get up from the ground: "I swear... After I bring Yan Rongyi out, you will still keep your promise."

Ling Jiu stretched out his right hand expressionlessly, and a little golden blood appeared out of thin air on his fingertips.

His complexion turned slightly pale, not because of the pain he forced out, nor the vow he made, but... for Yan Rongyi.

He broke his promise to his apprentice.

Luo Yu greedily stared at the light golden blood on Ling Jiushen's fingertips.

How many people dream of it, the painstaking effort of the world's number one swordsman, just fell into his hands.

This drop of blood not only contained the oath of heart and blood, but also contained endless cultivation.

With this drop of blood, it is not an exaggeration to say that one can reach the sky in one step.

Luo Yu stretched out her hand involuntarily, and then watched the ice and snow spread from her fingertips to her shoulders, and finally even the base of her tongue was frozen.

"If you hadn't brought my words to..."

An invisible hand pinched Luo Yu's neck, and the chill pierced his bones, and Luo Yu's face turned the color of a pig's liver due to lack of oxygen.

"Even if I give up all my cultivation, I will smash your bones to ashes." Ling Jiushen flicked his sleeves violently, and poured his blood and Luo Yu into the barrier.

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