villain is a good guy

The pale golden barrier squirmed slowly, and at a certain moment, it shrank suddenly, revealing Luo Yu's embarrassed figure.

"Ling Jiushen... Ling Jiushen!" He staggered to his feet, staring at the heartache floating in front of him, with a grim expression, "You want me to save Yan Rongyi? I won't!"

Luo Yu struggled to open her right hand: "It doesn't matter how high your cultivation is?"

"...I am the 'protagonist' of this story!"

Three days later, the barrier shattered.

Yan Rongyi, covered in blood, appeared in front of Ling Jiushen.

"How did I tell you?" Ling Jiushen was furious, and his five fingers sank deep into Luo Yu's neck. Countless spinning ice crystals appeared in the air, and they revolved around Luo Yu rapidly. He slid into Luo Yu's body without mercy, "If it's my apprentice..."

"Master." Wangshui, who still had a sliver of consciousness, suddenly grabbed Ling Jiushen's hem with difficulty, "He...he helped us..."

After all, he passed out completely.

"Ahem...ahem!" Luo Yu spat out a mouthful of blood triumphantly, "It's not...it's not that I won't save..."

It's your apprentice Yan Rongyi who has no luck to escape safely.

Hearing this deeply, Ling Jiu's fingers froze slightly, and then he lost his strength bit by bit.

Luo Yu fell to the ground, the wind and snow blurred his vision, but he still saw that Ling Jiushen carefully picked up Yan Rongyi from the snow, his movements were gentle, as if he was not a senior brother with a deep cultivation of the Fushan School in his arms , but a piece of snow that will melt at any time.

...it's always been like this.

Luo Yu's eyes gradually turned cold.

Ling Jiushen has always been like this, no matter what Yan Rongyi looks like, in his eyes, there is only this one person from beginning to end.

But so what?

Luo Yu closed her eyes and opened them again.

Ling Jiushen still wants to accept him as an apprentice.

In this game, the winner will be him after all!

Yan Rongyi, who was brought back to Fushan by Ling Jiushen, fell into a coma for seven days before waking up.

He never mentioned what happened in the enchantment, but when Wang Shui and Bai Shuang came to see him, he desperately asked Ling Jiushen for help: "Master, they want to poison me to death with elixir!"

Bai Shuang looked at the pale-faced Yan Rongyi, and couldn't help but burst into anger: "Be kind! Do you know how long Elder Yuxuan and Bai Liu have been refining these elixirs?"

Yan Rongyi was very moved, and then resolutely refused to eat.

"Senior brother Wang Shui, persuade him." Bai Shuang couldn't do anything with him, and tugged on Wang Shui's sleeve.

The pale-faced Wang Shui gave an absent-minded "hmm" and slowly came back to his senses: "Senior Brother Yan..."

Yan Rongyi sighed secretly, raised his hand to rub Wang Shui's head: "You were injured too, have you taken your medicine?"

Wang Shui answered in a low voice, "I've eaten."

"Just eat it." Yan Rongyi was silent for a moment, then said suddenly, "You shouldn't participate in this year's internal competition."

The disciples of the Fushan School have to compete in the sect every year.

Yan Rongyi's words... are equivalent to directly depriving Wang Shui of the qualification to participate in the competition.

"Senior Brother Yan?!" Before Wang Shui could speak, Bai Shuang rolled his eyes and retorted excitedly, "Why don't you let Senior Brother Wang Shui participate in the competition?"

"...Senior Brother Wang Shui didn't make a big mistake, how can you let him deal with himself in front of other disciples if you do this?!"

Wang Shui frowned and held Bai Shuang: "You..."

"Brother thinks I'm meddling?" Bai Shuang was innocent when she was young, and she was very angry, "Okay... okay! I won't be in the way of my seniors, I'm leaving!"

After all, he really ran away without looking back.

In normal times, Wang Shui would definitely joke a few words gently, and then chase him out to coax Bai Shuang back.

But today's Wang Shui fell down in front of Yan Rongyi's couch, covered his face, and choked up: "Senior Brother Yan..."

Yan Rongyi sighed, and put her hand on Wang Shui's head again: "Still thinking about Nanzhaoti Temple?"

"...Wang Shui, if you continue like this, you will give birth to demons."

For the sake of a small competition within the sect, the loss outweighs the gain by becoming obsessed.

"Senior Brother Yan, I know that it is for my own good that you don't let me participate in the internal competition. When I was in Nanzhaoti Temple, you were also for me..." Pale fear surfaced on the surface of Wangshui, and he tried his best to keep the memories surging in his heart. Suppressing the trembling, he said, "But at that time, Bai Shuang was seriously injured and unconscious, and didn't know anything, so don't take his words to heart."

"Also, don't get angry with him."

Yan Rongyi looked at Wangshui's red eyes, snorted, and laughed: "I can't even take care of myself, why do I care about Wangshui?"

"Besides, I quarrel with him every day, which time did I take it to heart?"

Wang Shui forced the corners of his lips to curl up: "That's right, it's good that he is so carefree."

"You're just too thoughtful." Yan Rongyi put on a straight face, and stretched out her hand to pull the corner of Wang Shui's mouth, "You're obviously a little beauty, with a straight face all day long, who will you show me?"

Wang Shui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, before he could break away from Senior Brother Yan's hand, he saw Venerable Cheng Ying standing in front of the door with a frosty face.

... Then, Yan Rongyi, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was punished to kneel down, and forced herself to kneel and passed the competition in the door.

Before Yan Rongyi was fined to kneel, and later Wang Shui was absent due to injury. The Fushan sect's big competitions were not worth seeing in previous years.

Bai Shuang also finally talked to Yan Rongyi in a strange way after having lost her temper for half a month.

"Senior Brother Yan, this mouth of yours." Bai Shuang crouched beside the desk, gloating, "Ouch!"

Yan Rongyi knelt on the futon with a sad face, with a copy of the Heart Sutra, which was half the height of a person, at hand: "Bai Shuang, you little heartless, if you really care about your brother Yan, come and copy the Heart Sutra together."

Bai Shuang shook her head seriously: "I dare not."

"...Master said, whoever copies the Heart Sutra for you, no matter how many times you copy it, the person who copies it for you must also copy it."

"...I advise you to give in to Master and his old man. Master is happy, you can do whatever you want."

"I really want to." Yan Rongyi murmured with a headache.

But Ling Jiushen didn't give him a chance to explain at all. With a cold face, he directly sealed his dantian, and then dropped stacks of rice paper, the meaning was self-evident.

Isn't it just calling Wang Shui a "beauty"?

Why did it come to this...

Yan Rongyi painstakingly pasted a line of words on the paper, feeling that no one in Fushan is more familiar with Fushan Heart Sutra than herself.

After all, the Heart Sutra he copied was distributed to new disciples, and there could be hundreds more copies!

Speaking of new disciples, Yan Rongyi counted the days in his mind, and found that the Fushan School's founding ceremony was coming soon, and his heart beat a little faster.

Back then, he was selected as a disciple by Ling Jiushen at the Fushan School's founding ceremony.

Yan Rongyi's heart was itching unbearably, while he was in Venerable Chengying's cave, his heart had already drifted to Fushan Town.

After all, it is a grand ceremony once every 100 years. If you miss it once, you will have to wait another 100 years.

For monks, a hundred years is but a moment.

But what a long life brings is endless emptiness.

Yan Rongyi has to find some fun for herself.

He was trapped in the cave, unable to move around, finally waited until Venerable Chengying appeared, and quickly and implicitly expressed his desire to participate in the mountain opening ceremony.

Yan Rongyi bowed respectfully to Ling Jiushen: "Master, the opening ceremony is coming soon. As a big brother of the Fushan School, I should share the worries of you and the elders."

Ling Jiushen didn't like him, and said indifferently, "Wang Shui did a good job."

Yan Rongyi choked, and asked unwillingly: "How can Junior Brother Wang Shui handle it alone?"

"He has Bai Shuang and Yin Qin to help him." Ling Jiushen raised his eyelids, with a faint smile, "I haven't seen you so active before. Why, suddenly realized that I am a senior brother of the Fushan School?"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi heard the teasing in Master's tone, scratched her hair, glanced at the Heart Sutra that she had finished copying out of the corner of her eye, and was really depressed, so she said bluntly: "Master, I feel that my body has recovered, I implore Master to let me go down the mountain!"

Unexpectedly, after hearing his plea deeply, Ling Jiu became furious: "My teacher told you to copy the Heart Sutra to make you calm down! You're good, you want to go down the mountain even more after copying?"

Yan Rongyi lowered her head in shame.

"Stay here for me, don't go anywhere!"

The strong wind swept away, and Ling Jiushen left the cave angrily.

Yan Rongyi got up from the ground, murmured "Okay", and pressed the rice paper flying around with great effort.

Everyone said that he was Ling Jiushen's most beloved apprentice and the person who knew Ling Jiushen best.

But sometimes, he couldn't figure out what the master was thinking.

... Ling Jiu was deeply afraid.

Yan Rongyi would never have imagined that his master, the most dignified swordsman in the world, would have a deep fear in his heart.

He dreaded the oath he was about to break.

Venerable Chengying, who is not even afraid of the vow of hard work, is actually afraid of the promise he made to his apprentice casually.

When people in the world know about it, they might say something absurd.

The snow fell and stopped, stopped and fell again.

During the period when Yan Rongyi was punished, Wang Shui and Bai Shuang often came to the cave to accompany him.

Yin Qin would come occasionally, bringing worldly wine and using poor vocabulary to describe to him the bustling scene of people coming and going in Fushan Town.

On this day, Bai Shuang and others came to look for him in the cave again.

Yan Rongyi held her chin and sighed, "If only I could go down the mountain."

Sitting beside him, Bai Shuang grinned and added insult to injury: "Who told someone to make Master angry every day, and now regret it? It's too late!"

"It's a brother, so help me copy the Heart Sutra together." Yan Rongyi angrily threw the brush in his hand towards Bai Shuang's face, "You are the one who talks the most."

Bai Shuang dodged the flying brush, hid behind Wang Shui, and shouted: "Yan Rongyi, don't vent your anger on me, are you capable of arguing with Master?"

Of course he couldn't get angry at Ling Jiu's expressionless face, so he rolled up the copied Heart Sutra depressedly, put it aside, and stretched himself: "How are you preparing for the opening ceremony?"

"Everything has been taken care of." The one who answered Yan Rongyi was Wang Shui with a gentle smile.

He followed the prestige and looked carefully at Wang Shui's expression. He was sure that there was no sign of fatigue from the torture of demons on the young man's brows, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Thank you for your hard work."

Bai Shuang sneered at the side: "Which year didn't Senior Brother Wang Shui work hard?"

"...Bai Shuang, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb."

Yan Rongyi successfully pulled away all the hatred with one word, and pinched Bai Shuang with each other.

Bai Shuang: "Your mouth is owed!"

Yan Rongyi: "If someone had my mouth, would he still need to go to a Buddhist temple to seek marriage?"

Bai Shuang: "I really should let other disciples see that the senior brother in their mind is actually a jerk!"

Yan Rongyi: "I can't help it, the popularity is too high, it's attractive."

Bai Shuang: "How can our senior brother of the Fushan School be someone like you?!"

Yan Rongyi: "Who told me to be lucky, the master is the venerable Chengying?"

Bai Shuang: "You, you... the Venerable must regret accepting you as a disciple!"

Yan Rongyi: "So what? My master said that I will only be accepted as a disciple in this life."

This quarrel ended with Bai Shuang being stunned speechless.

...However, in the long years that followed, Bai Shuang always regretted it.

If these excessive words hadn't been said, wouldn't the following series of things not have happened?

No one knows the answer to this question.

Just like Yin Qin who proposed to go down the mountain now will not know that they will meet Luo Yu in Fushan Town.

The fate called "script" has already buried all the foreshadowing at the moment when the pen is written into a book.

They are just pawns manipulated by fate, step by step towards the already written ending.

"You can go down the mountain." Qin Qin, who had been silent all this time, spoke suddenly.

Yan Rongyi and Bai Shuang were stunned at the same time.

Yan Rongyi didn't take it seriously, and asked with a smile: "How can I do it?"

Yin Qin lowered his head and answered honestly: "Teleportation array."

Bai Shuang raised her eyebrows: "There are elders guarding the teleportation formation. No matter who wants to go down or up the mountain, they have to register."

"Senior Brother Yan was imprisoned in the Snow Queen Residence by Master, and no elder would let him go down the mountain." Wang Shui also shook his head secretly, "Junior Brother Yin, your method is not good."

Yin Qin pursed her lips, her ears were reddish, and explained with difficulty: "Fake."

"...I have a younger brother who has not yet learned to fly with a sword, and he is going down the mountain today."

Yan Rongyi was the first to react: "Are you asking me to pretend to be your younger brother?"

Qin Qin nodded: "I attract the elder's attention."

"...You can go."

After Yin Qin finished speaking, she didn't dare to look up for a long time.

Yan Rongyi didn't notice his uneasiness, rubbed her chin and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "No."

"Why not?" Bai Shuang looked at him suspiciously, "Senior Brother Yan, don't you want to go down the mountain?"

"I mean, you can't let Yinqin attract the elder's attention." Yan Rongyi smiled and patted Yinqin on the shoulder, "He came in front of the elder and couldn't say a word, wouldn't I be exposed?"

When Bai Shuang and Wang Shui heard the words, there were kind smiles on the corners of their mouths.

Yin Qin's hands resting on his knees tightened, and after a while, the corners of his lips curled up embarrassingly.

Their plan wasn't perfect, but it was wonderful. It was Wang Shui who attracted the attention of the elders.

Wang Shui's teacher, Master Shu Yuxuan, is gentle and hardworking, and his image in the eyes of the elders is much better than Yan Rongyi, who is constantly tossing around.

With Wangshui as cover, Yan Rongyi successfully descended the mountain.

Bai Shuang and Yin Qin accompanied him to play in Fushan Town, while Wang Shui stayed on Fushan to meet him.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have gone down the mountain." Bai Shuang stared at Yan Rongyi's back in a depressed mood. Seeing that he paid for two bunches of candied haws, she couldn't help grinding her back molars. like?"

Qinqin is not good at words, and with Yan Rongyi by his side, he is embarrassed, so he opens his mouth even less. Hearing Bai Shuang's complaints, he doesn't know how to respond, so he simply responds with silence.

"How long does he have to go shopping?" Bai Shuang became increasingly irritable.

"In a hurry?" Yan Rongyi turned her head and smiled brightly, the mole at the end of her eyes was like a splash of water, "Come, eat candied haws."

With that said, he stuffed the candied haws into their hands.

"Who wants to eat such a naive thing?" Bai Shuang protested with a straight face.

Yan Rongyi ignored his awkwardness, turned her head, looked at Yin Qin, and asked with a smile: "Is it sweet?"

Yin Qin's ears were slightly red, and he nodded silently: "Sweet."

Bai Shuang: "..."

Bai Shuang waited for Yan Rongyi to turn around and secretly took a bite.

Tsk, it's really sweet.

After eating candied haws, the three brothers and sisters turned into a tea house that seemed to be quite popular.

Most of the people sitting in the teahouse were tourists dressed as monks. Yan Rongyi found a seat in a corner, sat down and ordered a pot of tea, and listened to the monks chatting with great interest.

The monks love to talk about, of course, the Fushan Sect's Venerable Cheng Ying.

Who wouldn't want to be the apprentice of the number one swordsman in the world?

All the disciples who joined the Fushan Sect had unrealistic fantasies when they first went up the mountain.

But for thousands of years, Ling Jiushen has only accepted one apprentice.

"Then what is so special about Yan Rongyi?" Someone whispered.

"He is a big brother of the Fushan School, do you have the ability to question it in front of him?" Someone immediately sneered, and there were endless voices of agreement.

"The senior brother of the Fushan School must be rich and handsome, with unparalleled talents and learning!"

"I heard that there is no one in the Fushan sect other than Venerable Cheng Ying."

"I can't say for sure, after a thousand years, the Fushan Sect will have another venerable."

…………

Bai Shuang's face twisted when she heard this, and she almost crushed the teacup in her hand.

The "big brother of the Fushan School", as everyone called him, was lying in a chair with his legs crossed in a disfigured manner, with a jujube paste cake in his mouth, not only did not blush when he was praised by others, but he shook his head with relish.

"You...you!" Bai Shuang didn't bring it up in one breath, took two sips of tea, and finally said a complete sentence, "Don't you feel ashamed?"

Yan Rongyi let out an "ah" and wondered, "Why are you ashamed?"

"Aren't you ashamed when people praise you?"

"It's well deserved...what's the shame?"

- Click.

After all, Bai Shuang couldn't hold back and crushed the tea bowl.

They were arguing on one side, but a sneer came from the other side of the teahouse: "What kind of thing is Yan Rongyi?"

"...From now on, the most outstanding disciple under the Honorable Chengying's seat must be me."

The whole teahouse was silent.

Then the whole audience laughed out loud.

Only Bai Shuang, with a straight face, if Yan Rongyi hadn't held down his wrist, would have drawn his sword and rushed straight to the man who spoke.

"Who are you?" A monk mocked, "Why does Venerable Chengying accept you as a disciple?"

"Don't worry, you will know my name soon." It was Luo Yu, who was favored by heaven, who spoke, "You bastards, do you still want to join the Fushan sect?"

"... Let's go home early and rest."

"It's unreasonable." Bai Shuang wanted to get up again, "Is there such an arrogant person in the world?"

Yan Rongyi glanced at Yin Qin calmly.

With attentive understanding, he firmly grasped Bai Shuang's wrist.

"Let go!" Bai Shuang struggled a bit, but didn't break free, and glared at Yan Rongyi unwillingly, "I've been scolded by people by name, aren't you angry?"

Yan Rongyi smiled lazily: "Why are you angry?"

His master has already said that he will only accept him as a disciple in this life, so what should such an arrogant person care about?

"Aren't you curious about who he is?" Bai Shuang quarreled for a long time, seeing Yan Rongyi and Yin Qin ignored her, so she had to sit back in her original seat.

If Wang Shui was here, he would definitely be able to recognize that the speaker was Luo Yu, who had met him once in Nanzhaoti Temple.

However, when Wang Shui met Luo Yu, Yan Rongyi, Bai Shuang, and Yin Qin were all seriously injured and unconscious, so the three of them still don't know that there was another mortal in the enchantment at that time.

"Curiosity?" Yan Rongyi stretched out her hand to pinch Bai Shuang's chin, deliberately disgusting him, "It's you...you care about me so much that you forgot your Senior Brother Wangshui?"

Bai Shuang felt a chill all over her body, she slapped Yan Rongyi's hand away, who cares who is speaking?Just walked away angrily!

"Don't bully young people into poverty." Luo Yu picked up the tea bowl, looked across the crowd, and fell on Jianxiu in red who was sitting by the window.

Yan Rongyi.

He chewed the name repeatedly in his heart, imagining the scene where he would appear in front of the other party in the near future, and laughed happily.

Yan Rongyi seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly turned around.

"Senior Brother Yan?" Yin Qin followed his line of sight - the crowd was crowded, and the person who spoke just now had disappeared.

"It's nothing, it's probably an illusion." Yan Rongyi smiled, and after drinking tea, she took her juniors back to Fushan.

This seemingly perfect plan was quickly seen through by Venerable Chengying.

The strange thing is that Ling Jiushen didn't punish Yan Rongyi anymore, but asked him to find out the wooden sword he used to practice Yujian flying.

"I keep it all the time, and I dare not throw it away at will." Yan Rongyi took out the wooden sword from the storage bag, and placed both hands in front of the master.

On the yellowed wooden sword, the deep and shallow sword patterns exude soft fluorescence.

...And this wooden sword, which condensed Yan Rongyi's hard work and sweat, was held in the palm of Ling Jiushen after many years.

As the breeze blew, Yan Rongyi's blood-red Taoist robe rolled up in mid-air.

Ling Jiushen's memories came to an abrupt end.

The second half was all about the past that he didn't want to think about.

But the facts cannot be changed.

Ling Jiushen remembered Yan Rongyi's expression of being stunned when he admitted that he wanted to take Luo Yu as his disciple in front of thousands of monks, and also remembered Yan Rongyi's surprise that was too late to conceal, and... When Luo Yu came to Xuehouju and called Yan Rongyi "Senior Brother", Yan Rongyi couldn't stop her trembling hands.

Ling Jiushen would rather ask Yan Rongyi to ask himself why he broke the promise he made at the beginning.

But Yan Rongyi didn't say anything.

He calmly accepted Luo Yu's existence, but he never mentioned his previous promise again. Then, in the next hundred years, whenever the opening ceremony of the mountain was coming soon, he would stay in Fushan Town for a long time, and finally got drunk, He was sent back to Ling Jiushen attentively.

Ling Jiu, who turned into "Ah Jiu", covered his heart deeply.

"Master?" Yan Rongyi was startled, and asked in a low voice, "You..."

"No problem." Ah Jiu brushed his arm away without any trace.

Yu Jian ascended to Bai Yuan in mid-air, happened to see this scene.

He was looking at the group of disciples around him who were staggering and trying to keep their balance on the sword, but he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart.

He is indeed the one with the best roots among the new disciples.

...Promotion to become a white-robed disciple is just around the corner.

As for the "Ah Jiu".

Seeing that he and Yan Rongyi shared the same sword, Bai Yuan narrowed his eyes disdainfully and had no intention of separating.

How could he think Ah Jiu was dangerous?

Bai Yuan smiled self-deprecatingly.

... No matter how you look at it, this is all rubbish.

The author has something to say: Returning to the normal timeline, what happened to Wangshui and Yan Rongyi in Nanzhaoti Temple will be told later!

Secretly buried a foreshadowing _(:з」∠)_

感谢在2020-04-2517:37:32~2020-04-2618:00:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: just one if you are happy;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of Daichuan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!