villain is a good guy

Ten years ago.

Fushan faction, Siguoya.

The new wind is bitter, and the wind and snow are mixed.

The disciples of Fushan, who were wearing the masks of law enforcers, fell on the edge of the cliff with their swords. They held the chains in their hands and pulled them hard. A dark red figure staggered and fell to the ground.

"Cough cough." Yan Rongyi, who fell into the snow, coughed up a mouthful of blood.

The law enforcers lowered their heads slowly, and a strange red light appeared in the eyes of one of them.

"It's you?" Yan Rong laughed at himself when he saw the complaint, "I should have expected..."

Before he finished speaking, the enforcer raised his foot and kicked him hard in the heart.

Yan Rongyi flew upside down and fell heavily into the snow.

"Hahaha, why didn't you fight back?...Why didn't you use torture, and you were so seriously injured? Could it be that the rumors about your fall were true?" The enforcer took off his mask, revealing Luo Yu's distorted face, " Let me see..."

He rudely pressed his palm on Yan Rongyi's lower abdomen, the corners of his lips curled up in a strange arc, and then the fingernails of his five fingers suddenly grew longer, piercing the flesh with a puff.

"The dantian is damaged..." Luo Yu's fingers moved wantonly in Yan Rongyi's dantian, staring fascinatedly at his pale cheeks due to the severe pain, and leaned over, "Where's the sword pill? Let me look for it—"

--boom!

"I'm sorry, senior brother, I crushed your sword pill." Luo Yu laughed loudly, pulled out her blood-stained hand, turned around and walked to another law enforcement officer.

"However, it's really rare for you to look so embarrassed." The smile on Luo Yu's face dissipated like a gust of wind and turned into thick hatred, "Guess what, my junior sister who has been admiring you for so many years saw you How heartbroken will this look be?"

Luo Yu walked behind another law enforcement officer and took off the mask on her face.

The girl looked at Yan Rongyi in horror.

She has an alluring face, if it weren't for the bloodstains on the corners of her lips, and the appearance of tears at this moment, let alone how touching it is.

Yan Rongyi took a breath of wind full of ice and snow, and stood up from the ground with difficulty: "Luo Yu, the grievances between you and me, don't involve others."

"Don't implicate others?" Luo Yu seemed to have heard a joke, bent over and laughed, "Yan Rongyi, anyone in the world can say this, only you are not worthy!"

After he finished speaking, madness swirled in his eyes: "Lianwu loves you, and everyone in Fushan knows it, but if she is insane..."

Yan Rong's chilly face suddenly flushed sickly when Luo Yu said the word "bewitched": "Stop!"

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Black mist rushes out of Lianwu's dantian, like black vines, wrapping around the girl's graceful body.

Luo Yu took the law enforcement mask off her face and threw it on the ground in disgust: "A fake is a fake, no matter how realistic it becomes, it's not real...but the mask on my face is real. "

He turned around with a smile: "Brother Yan, do you know what this is?"

"...This is the law enforcement mask that Ling Jiushen personally gave you."

"...from now on, it's mine."

Yan Rong felt as if she had never heard of it.

He stood motionless on the spot, only seeing the young girl engulfed by the black mist.

The girl also looked at him, with crystal tears hanging from the corners of her eyes: "Senior Brother Yan..."

Yan Rongyi gritted her teeth: "I got you in trouble."

Lian Wu shook her head, trying to raise her arm covered in black mist, but unfortunately she couldn't do it, so she could only close her eyes, exhausted her last strength, and cried and begged: "Senior brother Yan, please kill me!"

"...I am the sword repairer of the Fushan School, I would rather die than become a demon!"

"No..." Yan Rongyi walked towards her, tremblingly said, "There must be a way. Lianwu, I must have a way..."

"No more." Lian Wu's eyes welled up with more tears, "Brother, please, kill me... Please kill me while I still have my mind!"

The girl's wailing was shattered by the wind.

"Okay, okay." Luo Yu, who was standing aside watching the show, clapped her hands and circled around them excitedly, "Yan Rongyi, she begs you to kill her!"

"...Quick, hurry up!"

Tick ​​tock.

Yan Rongyi's hand covering her waist and abdomen fell to her side, and the blood gurgling down her robe gathered on the ground.

But Lian Wu in front of him was unable to cry anymore, the dark fog climbed up her beautiful face, only those beautiful eyes were still gushing endless tears.

She looked at Yan Rongyi, the fear in her eyes gradually turned into water-like tenderness.

Lian Wu had just passed her 16th birthday when she joined the Fushan School.

Most of the 16-year-old girls in the world are married and take care of their husbands and children at home. Only she and her younger sister, because of their excellent bones, became disciples of the Fushan School.

But on Fushan, the most indispensable thing is the disciples with good bones.

The number one sword sect in the world only accepts geniuses among geniuses.

Lian Wu was young and energetic, when she was competing with others, one of them didn't pay attention and was about to lose, a sword suddenly flew out from the sideways and blocked her.

"If you attack girls so hard, how will you find a Taoist partner in the future?"

The red-clothed swordsman embraced Lianwu's waist, and while blocking the sharp sword energy, he put her on the ground.

The male cultivator who was competing with Lianwu hurriedly withdrew his flying sword, blushed, and cupped his hands to admit his mistake: "Senior brother Yan, I will pay attention next time."

Yan Rongyi knocked on his junior brother's forehead angrily: "What about the next time, if you hurt her today, you probably won't be able to find a junior sister who is willing to practice sword with you in this lifetime!"

"Lianwu... Lianwu?"

Lian Wu suddenly came back to his senses, looked at the back of the red-clothed Jianxiu, and blinked: "Who is that person?"

"You're confused, that's Yan Rongyi, the senior brother of our Fushan School!"

Lianwu let out an "ah" and remembered.

The only apprentice of Venerable Chengying, the senior brother of their Fushan School, is Yan Rongyi.

She held her flushed face carefully.

Yan Rongyi...

From then on, Lianwu had a secret in her heart.

But now, the light in Lian Wu's eyes was gradually eroded by the black mist, and her consciousness began to blur.

At the end of her life, she fixedly looked at Yan Rongyi.

--kill me.

--please.

Yan Rongyi lowered her eyes, avoiding Lianwu's sight.

"So it's like this." Luo Yu was amazed, walked around the Lianwu that was completely engulfed by the black mist, and then took out a sword from the storage bag and threw it in front of him: "Come on, Senior Brother Yan , let her be fulfilled."

The sharp blade exudes a sharp chill.

Yan Rongyi held the Furong sword expressionlessly, the veins on the back of her hand were exposed.

That stunningly beautiful girl has turned into a dark mass... a "creature" that retains its humanity for the time being.

"Yan Rongyi, do you hate me?" Seeing Yan Rongyi's silence, Luo Yu squeezed his chin in dissatisfaction, and pulled his face in front of her, "Do you know? Cultivators who are forcibly implanted with demon seeds will only become the lowest demons in the end."

Yan Rongyi turned her head coldly: "I know."

How could he not know?

He is the magician.

Demon cultivators have both innate and acquired qualities.

Innate demon cultivators, from the very beginning of cultivation, integrate the demon seeds into their bones and blood, and practice in the way of orthodox monks until they reach perfection. Change.

Houtian Demon Cultivator is like the "Lianwu" in front of Yan Rongyi's eyes. He stuffs the magic seed into the dantian by special means and forcibly activates the magic power. Although he can greatly improve his cultivation in a short period of time, the price he paid is not It is body and soul.

Lianwu...it's hopeless.

No matter what she used to be, as long as the demon completely controls her body, she will become a monster that can only kill.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, all the anger in his eyes faded away, leaving only silence like stagnant water: "Luo Yu, you shouldn't have hurt her."

"Who said I was going to kill her?" Luo Yu raised her hands and shouted for grievances, "I never thought of killing her... The only person I wanted to kill was you!"

Luo Yu crossed her arms, stretched her fingers to her mouth with a smile, stared at the congealed blood on her fingertips intoxicatedly, then opened her mouth and closed her fingers: "I just can't stand it, you hooked up with Moxiu and killed Wangyou in the secret realm Gu's disciple, the evidence is so convincing that Ling Jiushen is not willing to punish you severely, but just let you meditate on Siguoya for three days."

"So you thought of Lianwu?"

"No, she bumped into it by herself." Luo Yu snorted disdainfully, "I originally planned to stuff the magic seed into your dantian, but who knew she would come out halfway and insisted on going to see you with me? "

"...so I came up with a better idea."

Yan Rongyi's figure swayed slightly, and a faint remorse appeared between her brows: "It's still because of me."

"Of course it's because of you!" Luo Yu raised her foot and kicked him on the knee, and when he staggered to the ground, she continued proudly, "Yan Rongyi, I don't believe it. Ling Jiushen can still protect you if you hurt your fellow disciples!"

The snow in front of Siguo Cliff was stained with a layer of red plasma.

Yan Rongyi stood in the wind and snow, the wind rolled up his wide sleeves, a deep loneliness permeated his body, the whole person looked extremely thin.

"Just kill her." Yan Rongyi heard herself breaking down and muttering to herself.

"Yes, kill her. You also don't want to see your dear junior sister turn into a monster who is neither human nor ghost?" Luo Yu rolled up her drooping sleeves, "Don't expect Ling Jiushen to come to rescue you."

"...Although he only punished you to meditate for three days, in fact... he is very disappointed in you and has already been locked up in the cave."

When Luo Yu said this, she impatiently kicked the snow beside her feet: "Okay, that's all I have to say, let's do it."

"...Yan Rongyi, you can't bear it, can you?"

Of course he couldn't bear it.

But it was because he couldn't bear it that Lian Wu had to take his life.

No one knows Moxiu better than Yan Rongyi.

When he didn't join the Fushan School, it was often seen that the demon cultivators took pleasure in stuffing the demon seeds into the cultivator's body.

Countless orthodox monks struggled and rolled in the black mist, preferring to commit suicide, but in the end they all turned into grotesque monsters who only knew how to eat people.

He couldn't turn his junior sister into a monster.

Lianwu's slender figure vaguely appeared before Yan Rongyi's eyes.

He and Lianwu are actually not familiar with each other.

To him, she is just one of the thousands of Fushan disciples.

Before today, he only remembered that she was a pretty little girl who would blush, put the sword behind her back, and call him "Senior Brother Yan".

But after today, she is just a monster that has lost its human form.

Yan Rongyi clenched the hand holding Fu Rongjian bit by bit.

He couldn't let Lianwu die as a demon cultivator.

Otherwise, when the world mentions Lianwu, they will only regard her as a demon cultivator, and even her younger sister who is still practicing in the Fushan School will be ridiculed by the world.

Yan Rongyi's face was covered with cold killing intent.

He quickly walked behind "Lianwu", and amidst Luo Yu's strange laughter, he stabbed the Furong sword deeply into Lianwu's heart.

Black blood burst open.

The "black mist" in Yan Rongyi's arms dissipated a little, and the human figure could be vaguely distinguished.

"Senior Brother Yan..." Lian Wu regained consciousness, and the little girl who begged Yan Rongyi to kill herself just now cried and called his name, "Senior Brother Yan, I'm scared...I'm so scared!"

She was afraid of the chill caused by blood loss, and the ending of her sanity being eroded.

She was still proud of her sacrifice just now, but now she knows...

She was so afraid of death.

She hasn't had time to say goodbye to her younger sister, she hasn't expressed her admiration for Yan Rongyi, and she hasn't had time to see the magnificent mountains and rivers in the world...

She doesn't want to die!

A tear rolled from the corner of Yan Rongyi's eyes, he covered Lian Wu's eyes, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, senior brother is here."

Then he picked her up horizontally and walked towards the cliff step by step.

"Lianwu, don't worry, I won't let others know that you have become a demon cultivator."

"You will always be a disciple of our Fushan Sect, and you will always be my junior sister."

"No one will know everything that happened today."

There were blood-red footprints stretching behind Yan Rongyi, and the black mist on Lianwu's body surged again.

"Senior Brother Yan..." Her voice gradually changed, and there was a strange "guji guji" sound coming from her body, as if something was struggling hard under the skin.

Yan Rongyi's expression remained unchanged, the wind rolled up his blood red clothes.

"Go to sleep." Yan Rongyi stood still on the edge of the cliff, gently pulled out the Furong sword that had pierced Lianwu's heart, and laid it across her neck, "Brother will always be with you."

Cold tears fell to the ground.

The voice belonging to Lianwu completely dissipated.

The muffled sound of flesh and blood pulling became more intense, and the thick black fog began to squirm violently.

Yan Rongyi lowered her head, kissed Lianwu lightly on the top of her head, then let go and pushed her off the cliff.

There was an angry howl from the newly born monster brought up by the gust of wind.

"Luo Yu, I want you to swear by your hard work." Yan Rongyi, who was standing on the edge of the cliff, said, her voice was colder than the wind and snow, "I swear, I will never tell anyone in this life... Lian Wu has become a demon."

Luo Yu agreed.

It was also on this day that Yan Rongyi, who had been punished to meditate for three days, was sued by Luo Yu, who was also the apprentice of Venerable Chengying, for colluding with the demon cultivator and killing Lianwu, the disciple of Elder Yuxuan, causing an uproar in the audience.

Yan Rongyi was standing in the center of the Tai Chi dojo, with seven elders flying in all directions with their swords.

"Yan Rongyi, you killed Lianwu?!"

"Yes."

"Yan Rongyi, Lianwu's body was the one you pushed down the Siguo Cliff?!"

"Yes."

"Yan Rongyi, did you push her off the Cliff of Thoughts because Lian Wu discovered your secret of Goulian Moxiu?!"

"……Yes."

"The Venerable is in seclusion. If the elders don't have the right to deal with Senior Brother Yan, why not lock him up with a dragon-binding lock and wait for the Venerable to leave the pass before making a judgment?" Luo Yu, who was kneeling on the dojo, suggested in grief and indignation, "If Otherwise, how can you comfort the spirit of Junior Sister Lianwu?"

The elders still hesitated.

Luo Yu added: "Senior brother Yan can't hide the matter of hooking up with Moxiu. The owner of Wangyou Valley has come..."

"Forget it, there's no need to talk about it." The elders interrupted Luo Yu's words, "No one is allowed to mention what happened today!"

"... To the outside world, let's just say that this punishment is for the monks who died in the secret realm in Wangyougu."

It is a faction's shame to fight each other.

Yan Rongyi listened silently, and after the verdict came out, through the boundless wind and snow, she glanced at Luo Yu faintly, then knelt on the ground: "The disciple is willing to be punished."

The elders left with a sigh.

The dark corridor leads to the endless abyss.

When Yan Rongyi was thrown into Siguo Cliff, he heard the disciple behind him say angrily: "So you are this kind of person!"

"... Lian Wu has admired you for many years, but you actually have the heart to attack her?"

"...You are not worthy to be the senior brother of our Fushan Sect!"

"...you make me sick."

He looked back and looked at the distant figure of his disciple, always feeling a little familiar.

Yes.

That was the junior brother who was stopped by him many years ago when he was competing with Lianwu.

Yan Rongyi stood alone in the dark Siguo Cliff, thinking to herself, if Lianwu hadn't fallen in love with him, she might already have a Taoist companion by now, living a carefree life on Fushan.

"My existence..." He raised his hand and said to himself, "Is it really a mistake?"

What answered him was the wind, the snow, and the ghostly howling from the end of the tunnel.

"That's it." As if he had got the answer, he was relieved, walked briskly towards the end of the tunnel, and then opened his arms happily after seeing the dragon-binding lock.

He said, "Come on."

The Dragon Binding Lock, dormant like a giant python, swam along the rugged walls of the cave.

They circled around Yan Rongyi tentatively, as if to confirm whether this was their prey.

Then a moment.

There was the muffled sound of skin and flesh breaking in the darkness.

——Boom.

Bright red blood dripped all over the ground, and the red-clothed Jianxiu who had lost his breath was dragged into the air by the chains.

It was also at this moment that the dark red light suddenly pierced the darkness and pierced into the back of his hand, and the light of the nine-petal lotus blood lotus disappeared in a flash.

The original silence in Siguo Cliff was restored.

Yan Rongyi grabbed Ling Jiushen's collar, and his anger only lasted for a breath before dissipating.

He let go of his hand, followed Ling Jiushen to the ground, and knelt on one knee: "Master, this disciple has surpassed."

"Chao Yue?" Ling Jiu smoothed out the wrinkles on his collar slowly, "You ask for permission."

He just didn't dare to ask.

In fact, Yan Rongyi had doubts for a long time.

After he came to this world, the "guide" never said that the nine-petal blood lotus was related to "Strategy".

It was he who willingly linked the nine-petal blood lotus with "Strategy".

It was also a coincidence that when he came to this world, after speaking with the guide, a nine-petal blood lotus appeared on the back of his hand.

But how can something related to the Dao of Heaven remind the world of Demon Cultivation?

"Don't you ask?" The Taoist robe on Ling Jiushen's body returned to its original appearance, and the black corner of the robe brushed against Yan Rongyi's cheek, like a lover's hand, gently stroking the tear mole at the corner of his eye, "Don't you?" Ask, then let the teacher explain it to you."

"...Rong Yi, the teacher has not allowed you to go down the mountain, you should know the reason, right?"

Yan Rongyi lowered her eyes and remained silent.

No, he doesn't know.

That is what the previous traversers have experienced.

The howling wind blew away the clouds in the sky.

Ling Jiushen's expression was extremely indifferent under the moonlight.

"Do you think that the teacher is willing to lock you up on the mountain?" Ling Jiu's face was frosty, "But at that time, for some reason, every time you use your spiritual power, your dantian will be shattered."

It turned out that after Yan Rongyi's cultivation reached its peak back then, it suddenly started to regress.

His dantian gradually shattered, and no matter what genius and earthly treasure Ling Jiushen used, it could not make up for it, and in the end he could only be locked in the cave.

But Yan Rongyi is the big brother of the Fushan School, and he will never be Ling Jiushen's canary.

He is the apprentice of the number one swordsman in the world.

He has his pride.

But his pride was shattered by Ling Jiushen.

That year, Ling Jiushen, in order to prevent Yan Rongyi from using his spiritual power, secretly used spiritual energy to push his opponent out of the Tai Chi Dojo at the very beginning of the competition.

Everyone said that Yan Rongyi's cultivation base was profound, but he couldn't hold a smile on his face. When he returned to the cave, the most intense quarrel broke out between the master and the apprentice since they met.

"I'm saving you."

Yan Rongyi knelt in front of Ling Jiushen, and murmured in pain: "Master, you are not saving me...you are insulting me."

Why doesn't Ling Jiushen know?

But he didn't want his disciples to lose their cultivation, to be ridiculed by the world with the title of Master Fushan Sect.

The situation where the master and apprentice did not understand each other continued until...

Ling Jiushen discovered in an ancient book a way to reshape the dantian and practice again.

"What method?" Yan Rong, who was kneeling on the ground, felt like falling into an ice cellar, "Master, didn't I reshape my dantian and restore my cultivation base, wasn't it because of the Netherfire?"

He got it.

Ling Jiushen asked him to go to the Nether Secret Realm to find some infinite grass, which he said could be used to refine the elixir that would restore his cultivation.

But if there is such a pill in the world, who wouldn't want to take it?

So what if there is Netherfire in Netherworld?

The monks have long been crazy about it.

Ling Jiushen definitely did something, before he came to this world... Ling Jiushen started planning when the body of "Yan Rongyi" was still being used by other traversers.

And when he passed through, he just completed the last step—entering the Nether Secret Realm, the dantian reshaped by the Nether Fire.

The elixir of that kind was just a lie that Ling Jiushen had used to trick him into the Netherworld.

"You lied to me." Yan Rongyi felt inexplicable grief and indignation in his heart. He raised his head and looked at Ling Jiu's snow-carved face, "How could you lie to me?!"

Ling Jiu lowered his eyes deeply, hiding the pity in his eyes, and asked coldly, "Why can't I lie to you?"

He blurted out: "You are my master!"

"Have you ever asked me if I want to be your master?"

Yan Rongyi was stunned suddenly, a faint blush appeared on the base of her ears.

The moon was covered by dark clouds again.

Ling Jiu's deep and long eyes were shrouded in hazy shadows.

"Rongyi..." Ling Jiushen's voice softened, "I'll ask you again for my teacher."

"I asked you ten years ago, would you be willing to be the Taoist teacher..."

Before Ling Jiushen could finish his sentence, he suddenly raised his sleeve and flicked it fiercely at the void: "Presumptuous!"

A series of muffled sounds exploded in the air, and the snow-white shadow fell to the ground in embarrassment.

"Ahem..." The girl's eyes were loose, and blood gushed from the corner of her lips, "How is it possible, a blue-robed disciple..."

In the eyes of outsiders, the smaller Ling Jiushen is still "Ah Jiu", a blue-robed disciple of the Fushan School.

"Lian... Lian Yu." Yan Rongyi recovered from the shock, and a name came out from the depths of her memory.

"That's right, I'm Lian Yu." The girl's pitch-black pupils were filled with hatred like a gust of wind, "Yan Rongyi, I'm Lian Wu's own sister, Lian Yu, who was pushed off the Cliff of Thoughts by you!"

"...My sister died, but you only stayed in Siguoya for ten years, why?!"

"...I kneel in front of every elder, begging them to give my sister justice, but you are the disciple of the Venerable, and if the Venerable doesn't speak, no one can do anything to you!"

"...That's why I betrayed the Fushan Sect and found my sister's disciple's name tag at the foot of Siguo Cliff."

"...Did you know? She was devoured by monsters until there was not even a bone left."

"...I can only chop off the spine of the monster, refine the flying sword of my life, and carry it on my back every day, so that I can kill you one day, so as to comfort my sister's spirit in the sky!"

The author has something to say: That’s how the law enforcement mask in Luo Yu’s hand came from at the beginning_(:з」∠)_

And before saving Bai Liu, everyone said it was blunt, and I will explain it later.

Day six a week, was drained ORZ