villain is a good guy

It's a pity that Lian Yu talked for a long time, but all he got in exchange was "noisy" from Ling Jiushen.

Ling Jiushen waved his hand lightly, and the blood from Lian Yu's mouth spewed out uncontrollably, and then his whole body was shaken violently, and he fainted on the ground straight.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

"Master, I think he's noisy." Seeing that he was distracted, Ling Jiu slowly put his hands into the armholes, "Why, her face reminds you of others, and your heart hurts?"

Yan Rongyi rubbed the tip of her nose and laughed dryly: "No, no."

How dare he?

He was still thinking about what Ling Jiushen was going to say just now!

An hour later.

Yan Rongyi started a fire under a dead tree, beside him was Ling Jiushen who was sitting cross-legged in meditation, and behind him was Lian Yu who had passed out in a coma.

...In this situation, it is obviously not suitable to continue the previous topic.

So he asked: "Master, you can't change back, is it because the primordial spirit was injured?"

Sporadic smiles appeared on Ling Jiu's pale face: "Since you have guessed it, you don't need to ask any more."

"...Is it related to my recovery?"

"Rong Yi, I don't want to say it as a teacher." Ling Jiushen rested his chin with one hand, his narrow eyes reflected the constantly rising fire, and his tone was a bit shameful, "And the lines on the back of your hand... are not all from the teacher. Handwriting. For the teacher, I noticed the breath of heaven on it."

The method Ling Jiushen found in an ancient book is to use the primordial spirit as a medicine guide, man-made medicine cauldron, and then calcine it with the fire of the nether world, so that the dantian can be reshaped and the cultivation base can be restored.

But... Ling Jiushen did not dare to use a method that no one had tried before.

So he decided to split a part of the primordial spirit first, and quietly merged into Yan Rongyi's body, but unexpectedly, his vitality was greatly injured by this, and he had to close the death test.

And the primordial spirit that merged into Yan Rongyi's body disappeared like a stone, and had no connection with Ling Jiushen.

Ling Jiushen originally thought that there was a mistake in the method recorded in the ancient book, so he was disappointed and found another method.

Unexpectedly, ten years later, on the back of Yan Rongyi's hand that came out of Siguoya, there were lines of nine petals of blood lotus on it, which contained both the aura of Ling Jiushen's primordial spirit and the aura of heaven.

Ling Jiushen said indifferently: "It should have nothing to do with the magic cultivator."

Seeing that Lian Yu was showing signs of awakening, he raised his arm again and stunned her unconsciously.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rong was thinking about another thing.

He was in the inn, recalling the past.

...or in other words, the memory of the previous traverser before his death revived in his mind.

His shattered dantian and unable to condense his sword pills were due to his falling realm, and secondly, because of Luo Yu.

The protagonist of the story hated him so much that he stuffed the devil seed into Lianwu's body.

He couldn't help frowning, doubting the contents of the "Strategy".

Is Luo Yu really the protagonist?

If the memory of the previous traverser is correct, then the plot in "Strategy" is different from the reality.

"He" didn't lure Luo Yu into a demon, nor did he co-operate with the demon.

The plot... went wrong.

No, not right!

Yan Rongyi was slightly taken aback.

He is the "villain" and Luo Yu is the "protagonist". What the plot represents is not the truth, but the fact that the world is willing to believe.

In the eyes of those who don't know the truth, isn't it the fact that he colluded with Moxiu and pushed Lianwu, who had discovered everything, off the cliff?

Sure enough, his existence is used to set off the "protagonist".

"Is Lianwu bewitched?"

Suddenly a spark popped out of the slowly burning flame.

Yan Rongyi coughed lightly, and haha ​​haha ​​vaguely: "Master, what are you talking about?"

"When something happened to you, I was shutting up for my master." Ling Jiu pinched his brows deeply, remembering that he was at the critical moment of splitting his soul, and Yan Rongyi was still kneeling in front of the cave, saying what he said about hooking up with the demon cultivator and killing his junior sister , the bastard words that you deserved, once again burning with anger, "Do you think that if you ruin your reputation to the extreme, you will be abandoned as a teacher?"

"Rongyi, you are so stupid." Ling Jiushen stretched out his hand, pinched Yan Rongyi's chin, forced him to look up, and looked at himself, "Others can't see it, can you not see it as a teacher?"

"... Lianwu was not swallowed by the monster at all. The skeleton of the monster at the bottom of Siguo cliff is her!"

The truth was revealed, Yan Rongyi closed her eyes helplessly: "Nothing can be hidden from Master."

That is indeed Lianwu.

Lianwu, who became a monster and fell to death at the foot of Siguo Cliff.

"Who do you think you are?" Ling Jiushen was furious, "Do you think someone will appreciate you if you keep Lianwu's reputation?... No, it's just the opposite. Lianyu betrayed the Fushan faction for revenge, Refined the Flying Sword of Flying Flying Sword with the bones of my own sister."

"...what's the point of everything you've done?"

Yan Rongyi still had that helpless expression: "Master, how can you say it's meaningless?"

Yan Rongyi turned her head, and half of the face of the girl curled up on the ground was illuminated by the flames.

She has the same beautiful appearance as Lianwu, but because of the resentment in her heart, there is a hint of viciousness between her brows.

"...At least, apart from our master and apprentice, no one associates Lianwu with monsters."

At least, when the world thinks of Lianwu, what comes to mind is still that beautiful young girl.

Ling Jiu raised those amber eyes deeply: "Is it worth it?"

Yan Rongyi sighed: "It's worth it."

"...Because I am their senior brother."

Because he was a senior brother, he tried his best to save Bai Liu.

Because he is a senior brother, he is willing to bear the crime of demon cultivator for Lianwu.

It's not about love, it's about responsibility.

"So what if you don't keep Lianwu's reputation?"

Yan Rongyi continued to shake her head.

Ling Jiushen is the number one swordsman in the world. He stands too high, but he doesn't understand what the disciples of the Fushan School he founded have faith in their hearts.

They enter the fairyland with swords and regard the common people as their own responsibility.

One of the ambitions in this life is to carry forward the swordsmanship that Ling Jiushen has realized, and the second is to kill all the demon cultivators in the world.

Therefore, Lianwu was unwilling to die as a monster.

not to mention……

"Master, you should know," Yan Rongyi reached out and tapped her heart, "The world hates the demon cultivator."

I hate it so much, without conclusive evidence, only relying on half-truths and half-false rhetoric, even the disciples of the Fushan Sect are ashamed of him as the big brother of the Fushan Sect.

They called him an asshole and called him a disgrace.

Even if he wasn't possessed, he became a rat on the street, and everyone shouted and beat him.

He didn't want Lian Wu to suffer such verbal criticism after his death.

"Master, you can call me stupid or say I'm beyond my control." Yan Rongyi added a stick of firewood to the fire, "I have a clear conscience."

His only guilty conscience is that he has a demon seed in his body, and he might become a demon cultivator someday.

Ling Jiu stared deeply at the flames, remained silent for a long time, and said, "I made a mistake as a teacher for letting you be the senior brother of the Fushan School."

Yan Rongyi bent her legs and stretched her waist: "That's right, Master shouldn't have accepted me as..."

"When I see you as a teacher, I should ask you directly if I would like to be my teacher's Taoist companion." Ling Jiu interrupted his teasing coldly, his ice-like face in the firelight, revealing a lonely expression, " Instead of asking you to be the senior brother of the Fushan School, it seems to put a pair of shackles on you..."

After the voice fell, there was a long silence.

This is not the first time Ling Jiushen has mentioned "Tao Companion". He calmly stretched out his hand to the side of the flame, quietly fascinated.

And Yan Rongyi...

He was petrified, clutching a small branch, staring blankly at the flames in front of him.

Damn.

Was Ling Jiu deeply in love with the original Yan Rongyi, or one of the previous eight traversers?

Yan Rongyi was deeply trapped in the Shura field, sweating like a waterfall.

If it was the original Yan Rongyi, how would she deal with it?

He clutched his heart, recalling the heart-piercing pain before, and felt that the original body would [-]% agree.

It hurts so much that I can't breathe after a fight... Yan Rongyi can post it without Ling Jiushen taking the initiative, right?

But he is not the original body!

He looked up, and there were two or three stars hanging in the sky.

The more memories he recovered, the stronger his sense of belonging, but there was a voice in his heart that kept saying: You don't belong here.

Yeah, he doesn't belong here.

Everything about "Yan Rongyi" was forcibly added into this body.

As long as the plot of the "villain" is finished, he can return to his own world.

I don't know if "Yan Rongyi" will recover when he leaves.

That's all, that's all for the future.

Yan Rongyi thought of "Strategy", and naturally thought of the plot in "Strategy" that asked him to take Fei Lian's feather, and couldn't help looking at Ling Jiushen.

"What?" A small piece of ice crystal was floating in Ling Jiushen's palm, stretching and deforming at will along with five fingers.

He smiled and looked away: "Nothing."

Even if Venerable Cheng Ying is damaged, he is much more powerful than him.

Yan Rongyi held his forehead and sighed.

He, the big brother of the Fushan School, actually ranks very high in the cultivation world. If he is more powerful than him, except for the world's number one swordsman Chengying, there are only a few old monsters who can't hide from the world in the sect. up.

But what he faces every day is the number one swordsman in the world, no matter how deep his cultivation is, what's the use?

Just as she was thinking, Lian Yu groaned to wake up.

Before Ling Jiushen waved her sleeves again, Yan Rongyi walked over and poked the hem of her clothes lightly with the branch in her hand: "Hey."

There was a moment of confusion in Lian Yu's eyes, and after seeing Yan Rongyi's face clearly, she roared, "Let me go!"

"...Yan Rongyi, do you have the ability to catch me, do you have the ability to fight me to the death?"

Yan Rongyi shook her head without hesitation: "Don't dare."

Lian Yu: "?"

He smiled: "You have sneaked up on me several times, who knows if you will do something wrong during the duel?"

Lian Yu: "..."

Lian Yu's face was reddened by the flames: "Coward!"

"Well, yes, I'm a coward." Yan Rongyi sat on the ground, her eyes fell on the thick bones on Lian Yu's back, and she sighed, "Girls, change your sword."

"Change?" Lian Yu trembled all over, tears fell one by one from her eyes, "Yan Rongyi, do you feel disgusted?"

"...No, you are already a demon cultivator, of course you don't feel disgusted!"

"...But when I stood under the Cliff of Contemplation, I felt sick... Do you know what a monster looks like? It has six or seven legs, and its broken eyeballs bleed all over the ground. I cut open its stomach , I found my sister's disciple name tag."

Lian Yu recalled the scene at that time and almost felt sick.

"It ate my sister, and I used its spine to refine the Flying Sword of Flying Life. What's wrong?"

The banter between Yan Rongyi's brows disappeared at some point.

He dropped the branch in his hand, got up and walked back to Ling Jiushen.

Lian Yu stared at him firmly, and after seeing "Ah Jiu", she yelled again: "Why did you take this blue-robed disciple away?"

"...Yan Rongyi, are you trying to lure him into a demon!"

"Noisy." Ling Jiushen waved his sleeves again.

This time, Yan Rongyi did not stop Master.

He lowered his head, staring at the jumping flames in a daze.

The plot is like a huge conspiracy, he is in the center of the vortex, and some truths are meaningless even if they are told.

Lianwu will not come back from the dead, Luo Yu is still the "protagonist".

Yan Rongyi hugged her knees, a tide of helplessness engulfed him.

Is being a "villain" destined to pave the way for the "protagonist"?

Sleepiness hit him, and he closed his eyes.

After a long time, Ling Jiu tilted his head deeply, looked at the apprentice who rested his head on his shoulder, and sighed helplessly.

The invisible wind surged around them, and finally turned into a pitch-black Taoist robe, which fell on Yan Rongyi's shoulders.

Three days later.

In front of the largest inn in Guanfeng Town, there was a lot of voices.

Excited townspeople gathered in groups on the side of the street, waiting for the disciple of Guan Fengge to appear.

This is the annual Beast Festival. At that time, the disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion will blow the animal whistle to celebrate the festival with the residents of Guanfeng Town.

"Guest officer, there is no better inn than ours in a radius of several tens of miles." The shopkeeper patted the table and boasted to the red-clothed monk in front of him, "Did you see the plaque outside the door? Then But it’s handwritten by the patriarch of the Dongfang family... So, don’t think that the price of our hotel is expensive!”

The young patriarch of the Dongfang family is none other than Guan Fengge's elder brother, Dongfang Yu.

The entire Guanfeng Town and all the inns are owned by the Dongfang family.

The red-clothed monk wearing a veiled hat was Yan Rongyi who was going to Guanfeng Pavilion to find Fei Lian's feather.

"Guest officer, it's so lively outside, you can stay for a few more days with your Taoist couple and children."

Yan Rongyi almost knelt in the inn with his mouth full of icy scum.

The "child" he was leading was Ling Jiushen, whose soul was damaged, and the "Taoist" who was followed by a frosty face was Lian Yu, whose dantian was sealed by Ling Jiushen and his tongue was frozen because of his noise. .

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi swallowed the ice shards in her mouth, wanting to cry but no tears.

As he took money out of the storage bag, his teeth hurt from soreness.

Look at Dongfang Yu, he is not only the elder brother of Guan Fengge, but also the young patriarch of the cultivating family.

The same senior brother, why did he mess up so badly?

Not only is he notorious, but there are also demon seeds in his body that are about to move.

The way of heaven is unfair, the way of heaven is really unfair.

"Guest officer, there are only two rooms left in the upper room."

What's the big deal?

Give him a second room and save money.

"It's okay, open another room for me..." Before he finished speaking, there was a familiar chill on the back of his tongue.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi understood, this was the meaning of Master not letting him live in a room alone.

That's it.

With a sad face, he put away the money bag, led Ling Jiushen, and followed the waiter upstairs in a dejected manner.

"Master, you sleep on the bed." As soon as she entered the room, Yan Rongyi stuck to the door and looked for the window with a guilty conscience.

With his back turned to him, Ling Jiu stood in the middle of the room, and said indifferently: "Why, you want to stand by the teacher's bed and watch the night?"

"Do not……"

"Then you are afraid that the teacher will force you?"

"It's not..."

"Rong Yi, if you want to force it as a teacher, there is still room for you to refuse?!"

"..."

"Come here, I don't want to say it a second time as a teacher."

"As a teacher, how can I force you?" Seeing that Yan Rongyi was still hesitating, Ling Jiushen was disheartened and found it funny, "You still think about it, how can you tell the disciples of Guan Fengge that you want Let's talk about Fei Lian's feather."

If there were no rumors about colluding with demon cultivators and harming fellow sects, Yan Rongyi would definitely be the guest of Guan Feng Pavilion, but now, he can only wear a veiled hat, pretend to be an ordinary casual cultivator, and inquire about Feilian Zhiyu outside Guan Feng Pavilion .

"I wrote a letter of greeting for you as a teacher." Ling Jiushen waited for Yan Rongyi to move to his side slowly, and continued, "But I don't know if there is any scandal in Guanfeng Pavilion. If there is a scandal in Guanfeng Pavilion, I must cherish it." To the extreme, it is not easy for you to want Fei Lian's feather."

...Guan Fengge naturally has a reputation.

Because it is written in the "Strategy".

But Yan Rongyi couldn't tell Ling Jiushen about the "Strategy".

If it is said... the fact that he is a time traveler will also be revealed.

Reminiscent of Ling Jiushen's affection for Yan Rongyi, he couldn't help but shudder, then pulled himself together, and accepted the invitation: "We must try."

If Guan Fengge doesn't accept his invitation, then think of another way.

"Is Chengying Sword not good for my teacher?" Ling Jiushen recalled the reason why he was looking for Fei Lian Zhiyu, and asked in a low voice, "Why rush to refine your own Flying Sword?"

"Master, I must have my own sword..."

"You hate being a teacher so much that you don't even want to use the Chengying Sword?" As soon as Ling Jiushen finished speaking, the Chengying Sword let out a humming sound of grievance. Some kind of canine creature, the hilt of the sword was arched into Yan Rongyi's palm, and it dawdled carelessly.

Yan Rongyi couldn't laugh or cry.

"Chengyingjian likes you very much." Ling Jiushen stared at his natal flying sword, his eyes softened, "Except for you, I have never seen it like anyone so much as a teacher."

Yan Rongyi's heart trembled violently because of these words, and then unspeakable joy and sourness swept over her.

He held the Chengying sword, and the sword intent spread out suddenly. Ling Jiushen sealed the bedroom before the sword intent spread out.

Outside the window of the inn, a snow-white bird fluttered its wings and soared into the sky, turning into a white streamer, and appeared several miles away, on the shoulder of the green-robed monk.

Dongfang Yu seemed to feel something, tilted his head slightly, and listened to the birdsong, with a hint of interest in his gentle eyes: "Sword cultivator... the disciples of the Fushan School also came to our Ten Thousand Beasts Festival?"

"Brother Dongfang." Yin Shaohua, who was standing beside Dongfang Yu, clenched his clothes tightly when he heard the words.

Dongfang Yu's empty pupils gathered sporadic lights, which was a sign of the opening of his mind: "Shaohua, what do you want to say?"

Yin Shaohua's face turned reddish: "I was thinking, could it be Brother Wangshui from the Fushan School..."

"Xiaoyaojian Wangshui?" Dongfang Yu smiled slightly, "It is said that he is taking his new disciples down the mountain to practice, and it is not impossible to pass by our Guanfeng Pavilion."

"Brother, are you serious?"

Dongfang Yu didn't speak any more, he reached out and tapped the little bird on his shoulder, and said to himself: "It's been a few years since I and Daoist Yan have not seen each other for a long time."

"...I really look forward to it."

Night falls.

Bright lights lit up in Guanfeng Town.

Yan Rongyi leaned against the window, and from time to time saw the spirit beasts attracted by Guan Fengge's disciples, flying freely in the air.

Guanfeng Pavilion is a very magical sect.

It is said that their cultivation methods are the same as those of spirit beasts, and those attracted by their beast-leading posts are actually dying spirit beasts.

The disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion used secret methods to give spirit beasts a new life, and then practiced with them, living and dying together.

Of course, not all dying spirit beasts are willing to be driven by Guan Fengge's disciples.

After all, the price of living is the loss of freedom.

But... Obviously, there are more spirit beasts who want to survive.

Yan Rongyi stretched out his hand, and a snow-white butterfly landed on his fingertips, and the tip of its wings trembled slightly, shaking down a star-like white aura.

And under the window, the disciple of Guan Fengge in Tsing Yi hurriedly saluted him, raised his hand and recalled his butterfly.

"Master, will the kun of our Fushan School become the spirit beast of the disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion?" Yan Rongyi had a whim, and turned to ask Ling Jiushen who was sitting cross-legged.

"No." Ling Jiushen's five fingers moved slightly, and a small Kunpeng carved from ice and snow appeared in his palm. He raised his palm upwards, and the Kun, flapping its small wings, flew to Yan Rongyi as if it had come to life. , "The elders of Guanfeng Pavilion have tried, but no Kun is willing to lose his freedom."

That happened a long, long time ago.

It's been so long that Ling Jiushen recalled those scenes and felt strange.

At that time, he had just founded the Fushan School, and he hadn't thought of putting Fushan on the back of the giant kun. Several elders of Guanfeng Pavilion suddenly appeared in Youming, trying to subdue a giant kun that was about to fall.

The spirit beast that has come to the end of its life has mottled wings and is powerlessly stranded in the nether world.

The pitch-black fire shrouded its huge body. The elder of Guanfeng Pavilion tried his best to cultivate, but he couldn't shake his longing for freedom.

"Then why are they willing to carry the floating mountain on their backs and shuttle through the sky day after day?" Yan Rongyi thought of the wonders he saw when he flew through the sea of ​​clouds, and he had an answer in his heart.

"Because the giant kun born in the nether world has the ability to control the sky, it is restricted by the laws of heaven and cannot leave the nether world for a long time." Ling Jiushen saw that Yan Rongyi held the snow-melted kun in his palm and touched it carefully, He narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.

--boom.

Snowflakes splashed all over, and Yan Rongyi only had melting snowflakes in his palm.

Ling Jiu looked away contentedly: "But if you carry the Fushan faction founded for your master, the sword array on the mountain can suppress the coercion of heaven."

So Kun seems to have lost his freedom, but actually gained more freedom.

"That's it..." Yan Rongyi shook off the water droplets on his hands, and just about to turn around and continue to look at the scene outside the window, he found countless huge white cranes flying towards him from the sky.

In the breath, it has been suspended outside the inn.

The townspeople all over the street bowed to the ground piously, and the monks in blue bowed respectfully.

He raised his head and followed the gazes of the crowd—the snow-white feathers fluttered down one after another. Standing on the head of the crane, the monk with a handsome and unparalleled face was "looking" at him. Light, after a brief hesitation, two fires ignited without warning.

"Fellow Daoist Yan..." Dongfang Yu opened his arms joyfully, jumped down from the head of the crane, like a nimble blue bird, and rushed straight at him, "You, you are really easy for me to find!"

Yan Rongyi: "..."? ? ?

Wait, who are you!

The author has something to say: Yan Rongyi: Hello.

Lian Yu: First, I don't call you hello...

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