villain is a good guy

Dongfang Yu, the young patriarch of the Dongfang family, the elder brother of Guan Fengge, a legendary genius who can summon thousands of spirit beasts without using a whistle... At this moment, Ling Jiushen was frozen into a popsicle.

Yan Rongyi lay down by the window, swallowing the ice slag with a mournful face: "Master...Master..."

"Friend Daoist Yan's cultivation...recovered...that's great..." The frozen Dongfang Yu gave a thumbs up with difficulty, "I, I can't... break free..."

"Master, this is Guan Fengge's elder brother." Yan Rongyi grabbed Ling Jiushen's sleeve and persuaded with a wry smile, "Your apprentice, I still want Feilian's feather."

Others looked at Ah Jiu as a blue-robed disciple of the Fushan Sect, and even Dongfang Yu thought that the ice on his body was written by Yan Rongyi.

Ling Jiu gave a deep cold snort, clenched his hand hanging in the armhole, and remained motionless.

Yan Rongyi had no choice but to summon the Nether Fire to melt the ice on Dongfang Yu's body.

"Fellow Daoist Yan." Dongfang Yu hurriedly grabbed his sleeve as soon as he was able to move, "I heard that you came out of the Cliff of Thoughts and lost all your cultivation, and later you were caught in the fire of the netherworld..."

"No problem." Yan Rongyi awkwardly brushed off her hand on the armhole, "Thanks for your concern, Fellow Daoist Dongfang."

Dongfang Yu looked at his hand that was brushed away in disappointment: "Fellow Daoist Yan, I can't repay you for saving my life in the past, if there is anything I need to send..."

Yan Rongyi quickly waved her hand: "No."

Dongfang Yu: "Friend Daoist Yan dislikes my blindness?"

Yan Rongyi: "?"

Dongfang Yu: "Although I am blind, I can still see the face of Fellow Daoist Yan after opening my mind."

Yan Rongyi: "??"

Dongfang Yu: "I told Fellow Daoist Yan before that the grace of saving a life should be promised with your body. I wonder how Fellow Daoist Yan thinks about it?"

Yan Rongyi: "???

Which time traveler made this moth? !

Yan Rongyi watched Dongfang Yu turn into a popsicle again, and before Guan Fengge's disciples noticed the abnormality, he had to bite the bullet and melted the ice again with the Nether Fire.

"Senior Brother Yan," Dongfang Yu wiped the icy scum from the corner of his mouth, and approached him fearlessly, "Did you come to Guanfeng Town to find me?"

"...You are still living in our Dongfang family's inn, you must be waiting for me."

"...Fellow Daoist Yan, why do you need to do this? You only need to write a letter to me, and our wedding sedan chair from the Dongfang family will go to the Fushan sect to pick you up."

"Wait." Yan Rongyi was afraid that Ling Jiushen would be unable to control himself, so he froze the blood in Dongfang Yu's body into ice cubes, and quickly stopped him from continuing, "I... what did I promise you before?"

"Brother Yan, are you joking?" Dongfang Yu took a half step back in dissatisfaction, and a few snow-white birds landed on his shoulders, chirping, "Back then, I even sent the wedding invitation to the Fushan School!"

Yan Rongyi's eyes went dark, and his whole body was sluggish like the ghostly fire that was gradually extinguishing in his palm.

That's right, it must be the scapegoat left by the previous traversers.

"Fellow Daoist Yan?" Dongfang Yu saw Yan Rongyi sitting at the table covering his head, and his tone softened, "I didn't mean to force you, but I will always repay the kindness you saved me and Guan Fengge disciples from danger. "

When Yan Rongyi heard the words, his heart moved: "I really want to ask for something."

Dongfang Yu readily agreed: "Friend Daoist Yan, but it's okay to say."

"Fei Lian..." He fixed his eyes on Dongfang Yu, "Is there Fei Lian in Guanfeng Pavilion?"

Dongfang Yu's face was calm, and the light in his eyes surged gently: "There are rumors of scandal in Guanfeng Pavilion, and fellow Daoist Yan has also heard about it?"

"En." Yan Rongyi nodded.

But I thought in my heart, no, I didn't hear the rumors.

It was only after I read "Strategy" that I was convinced that there were Feilians in Guanfeng Pavilion.

"I'm going to disappoint Senior Brother Yan." Dongfang Yu put his hands into his blue sleeves, leaned against the window, tilted his head and stroked Baihe's head, and said in a regretful tone, "If there is a Feilian in Guanfeng Pavilion, don't say that Fellow Daoist Yan wants one. Feather, even if Fellow Daoist Yan wants the whole Fei Lian, I can't deny it to you."

"...but there is no Feilian in Guanfeng Pavilion."

Yan Rongyi's heart moved slightly, and he didn't continue to ask: "So that's the case, I listened to the rumors and caused trouble for Fellow Daoist Dongfang."

"Where is there, Senior Brother Yan won't sit in Guanfeng Pavilion?"

"The Fushan faction is busy with affairs. Since there is no Fei Lian in Guanfeng Pavilion, I will leave soon."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Dongfang Yu stepped onto the window sill with one foot, the two fires in his eyes went out, and before leaving, he turned to Yan Rongyi and said, "I ask Fellow Daoist Yan to think about the marriage proposal. "

After speaking, his foot slipped, and the cyan figure disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant.

Yan Rongyi: "..." Hey, did you close your mind too early? !

The white feathers exploded in the air, condensing into a huge white crane, slowly rising up with Dongfang Yu on its back: "Friend Daoist Yan, I will wait for your news!"

Yan Rongyi, who was standing by the window, first sighed while resting her forehead, and then her expression became serious.

If there was no "Strategy", he would not be able to see that Dongfang Yu was lying.

And Dongfang Yu, who stood on the back of the white crane, hung down his pale fingers, and wherever the white spiritual energy went, the ice and snow melted.

"Brother." Yin Shaohua, who jumped over from the back of another crane, showed worry, "Why don't you let us go to the inn?"

The gentle smile on Dongfang Yu's face disappeared, and the moist pupils were covered with a chill: "You go? If Yan Rongyi is possessed by the devil, you will die if you go!"

"But senior brother, Yan Rongyi saved us, I don't think...he seems like someone who would be possessed by demons." Yin Qin bit her lower lip unwillingly, and the girl's delicate facial features were slightly distorted, "Senior brother, don't you remember? If Without Yan Rongyi, we would be killed by those mayflies..."

"Mayfly." Dongfang Yu suddenly showed a strange smile, pale flames danced in his lifeless eyes, like two will-o'-the-wisps, and behind him, a buzzer sounded, "Yin Shaohua, you have to remember , it is better to ask for others than to ask for oneself."

The blood on Yin Shaohua's face was brushed and disappeared, she didn't dare to turn her head, her teeth chattered, and said in a voice mixed with tears: "Brother Dongfang, you...you actually..."

"It's such a good spirit beast, it's a pity not to use it." In Dongfang Yu's raised palm, there was a snow-white mayfly flapping its translucent wings against the fan.

He caressed the mayfly affectionately, and the faint lights of Guan Fengzhen were reflected in his blind eyes: "I heard that he was imprisoned on the Cliff of Thoughts and lost his cultivation. It’s getting better and better.”

"...After all, he is the senior brother of the number one sect in the world." Yin Shaohua restrained his fear of Mayfly, and said as a matter of course, "It is not surprising to have such a cultivation level."

"...His master is Venerable Chengying."

"Really?" Dongfang Yu showed an inexplicable smile again, and the mayfly in his palm flew away, like a wisp of catkins, and floated towards the inn, "Ling Jiushen has been number one in the world for too long, and the Fushan faction has been number one in the world!" The sect's time is too long..."

After a long time, the world will naturally succumb to the sword cultivator.

And I forgot, there is another sect called Guanfeng Pavilion in the world, which has a longer history than the Fushan School.

Tiny mayflies blended into the moonlight and fluttered leisurely among the half-closed windows.

No one noticed it was there.

It saw the shopkeeper drinking and drinking, saw the proprietress sneaking up from the bed of the waiter, saw the female cultivator in white weeping with her bones in her arms, and finally saw Yan Rongyi sitting at the table.

The mayfly landed on the windowsill, its wings flapping at a high frequency, as if it was conveying some news.

In a moment, more mayflies took advantage of the night and landed by the window, like a layer of silver moonlight, the undercurrent was turbulent.

"Master, Dongfang Yu is lying." Yan Rongyi curled her fingers, knocked on the table, and sighed secretly, if she wanted to get Fei Lian's feather, it would be impossible to use serious means.

"Lying?" Ling Jiushen smiled suddenly, like gentle ripples on the surface of calm water.

Yan Rongyi's breathing was slightly stagnant: "Master..."

Then he turned into a popsicle.

Ling Jiushen's smile was really short-lived, and he was approaching him in the next second: "The wedding post sent by Dongfang Yu was accepted by the teacher who watched you accept it with his own eyes. Why lie?"

Yan Rongyi: "..."

"Rongyi, you won't forget, will you?"

Yan Rongyi: "..." I'm going to die, I'm going to die.

Transmigrating into someone else's body, the disadvantage of not recovering all the memories is reflected.

Yan Rongyi's eyes wandered, and she didn't dare to look at Ling Jiushen.

Ling Jiu snorted softly, pretending that he was guilty.

When Guan Fengge's marriage geng post was sent to Fushan School, it was very powerful and full of style.

Nine snow-white phoenix birds landed in the Tai Chi Dojo together, the leader holding a red gengtie in his mouth, saw the red-clothed Jianxiu standing with his sword in his arms, and exploded into flying snow all over the sky.

Yan Rongyi, who was dozing off at first, was so frightened that she didn't even finish her yawn. She took the envelope that floated into her palm sleepily: "Dongfang... Fellow Daoist Dongfang looking for me?"

He waved away his younger brothers and younger sisters who were watching the excitement, stepped on his sword and returned to the cave mansion. Seeing that Venerable Chengying was not there, he opened the envelope casually.

"Gengtie?" Yan Rongyi sneered, not taking it seriously.He knew Dongfang Yu, the elder brother of Guan Fengge, who looked reliable, but was actually a strange person who could do whatever he thought of, "I really have you."

Then he threw the Geng Tie aside casually, and muttered to himself: "I want to thank you for saving my life, but I should show some sincerity. Waiting for you for a long time, just this...isn't it meaningful?"

Yan Rongyi didn't care about Geng Tie, but Ling Jiushen did.

It was night, Ling Jiushen called Yan Rongyi to his face: "What is this?"

Yan Rongyi knelt down on one knee, glanced at the red envelope handed in front of her secretly, and secretly groaned—Dongfang Yu really killed him, this post made it seem like the two of them really had an affair—on the surface Zuo was surprised, "Master, why do you take the jokes written by Fellow Daoist Dongfang seriously?"

"Marriage Geng Post, is it something you can play with?" Ling Jiu's face turned pale.

"Master, that person from the east, you...you probably don't understand." Yan Rong sat down on the ground immediately after seeing the situation, stretched her long legs forward, and leaned against Master's leg without any image, "Before, he and a few The younger brothers and younger sisters were trapped in the Huaijiang Mountain, and they happened to meet me, Bai Shuang and the others."

"...I don't know what Dongfang Yu is thinking. He knows that his blood is attractive to spirit beasts, but he still goes to such a dangerous place to practice. If he hadn't met us, maybe all the senior brothers in Guanfeng Pavilion have changed. Woolen cloth."

"Nonsense." Ling Jiushen put his hand gently on the top of Yan Rongyi's head. Seeing that there was no repulsion in his moist eyes like a deer, he dared to insert his five fingers into his hair. Heaven does it, if you don't experience life and death, it's hard to become a great weapon."

Yan Rongyi rolled her eyes when she heard the words: "Then master let me go down the mountain to practice more."

Ling Jiushen's hands froze immediately.

A moment later, Yan Rongyi, who said something wrong, covered her mouth and helplessly swallowed the broken snow.

Ling Jiushen originally thought that Yan Rongyi really didn't care about the wedding invitation, but many years later, when there was a problem with his dantian, Ling Jiushen saw him turn over the marriage invitation again, and then walked into the cave to say goodbye.

"Are you going to Guanfeng Pavilion?" Ling Jiu hid his hand in the armhole, his nails dug into the flesh.

"Yes." Yan Rongyi lowered his head, no one could see his expression.

"Why?"

"Go to meet fellow Taoist Dongfang." Yan Rongyi said calmly.

"What do you see him doing?"

"Wedding Geng Post..."

"Don't go." Ling Jiushen raised his hand angrily, and sealed the cave with spiritual energy.

Yan Rongyi smiled wryly: "Master, you have already forbidden me to go down the mountain, so why don't you allow me to meet my friends?"

Ling Jiushen sneered shortly: "Friend?"

"... What kind of friend will send you a wedding post?"

Ling Jiu's deep amber eyes drooped, and he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart: "Rongyi, you promise my teacher that you went to Guanfeng Pavilion not for the sake of Taoist companions!"

Yan Rongyi fell silent.

"Say it!" Ling Jiushen raised his hand and grabbed his chin firmly, "Why didn't you say it?"

"Master, Fushan Sect..." He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes tightly, and said bravely, "There is no precedent for the Fushan Sect to interfere with the apprentice's search for Taoist companions!"

Ling Jiushen's pupils shrank suddenly: "Okay, okay! There is no precedent for this one!"

The wind was howling, and Yan Rongyi opened his eyes with difficulty, and in front of him was the former self, leaning on Ling Jiushen's knee, and smiled heartlessly: "Master, why do you write something that you Dongfang Daoist is just playing around with?" Seriously?"

"Really... Seriously." The wind stopped abruptly, and Ling Jiushen raised the corners of his lips mockingly, "Who is serious?"

He lowered his head deeply, his eyes were hot, and he knelt heavily again: "I beg Master to help you."

"Master, Master?"

Ling Jiushen came back to his senses suddenly, and found Yan Rongyi resting his chin on the table, calling himself bored, he couldn't help pinching his brows, leaving the messy memories behind, and asked with a frown, "What's the matter?"

"Greetings." Yan Rongyi muttered with a headache, "The greetings are useless."

Since Dongfang Yu already knew his purpose of going to Guanfeng Pavilion, even if Guanfeng Pavilion accepted the invitation letter written by Venerable Cheng Ying, it would be impossible to reveal any news related to Fei Lian.

"Who says it's useless?" Ling Jiushen stretched out his hand hidden in the armhole, and tapped Yan Rongyi's name, "Change your name, change your identity, they won't stop you."

I saw the vigorous and powerful "Yan Rongyi", the strokes wriggled by themselves, and turned into a majestic... Wang Xiaoer.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi struggled and suggested: "Master, you should change my name again."

"Not good?" Ling Jiushen was a little more casual.

Wang Xiaoer became Li Xiaowu.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi gave up: "It's still Wang Xiaoer."

So "Wang Xiaoer"'s greeting card came back to him.

Suddenly, the crowd shouted from outside the window, and huge wings flashed past the window.

Yan Rongyi ran to the window and looked out——

The ceremony for the Wanshou Festival in Guanfeng Pavilion has begun.

The streets are full of black human heads, and flying spirit beasts cover the sky and cover the moonlight, reflecting the earth as pale as snow. More spirit beasts that cannot fly, together with the monks who are as graceful as immortals, are in the middle of the roof. shuttle.

And in the center of the town, on the square where the crowd gathered, on a huge drum, there was already a Guan Fengge monk in green clothes standing.

The drums sounded suddenly, and the world was silent.

Countless silver-white butterflies exploded from the monk's body, and they scattered everywhere amidst the exclamation of the townspeople.

The butterflies landed on the townspeople's heads, and also on the spirit beasts.

Curious townspeople stretched out their hands to grab the butterflies, but the moment they touched them, the butterflies turned into dots of starlight.

"Look there!" Someone shouted first, and everyone's eyes focused on the center of the square.

A peerless female cultivator appeared among the butterflies. She wore a veil as thin as a cicada's wings, and a phoenix bird fluttered down from her raised hand.

"Boom!" The drums were clanging.

The female cultivator sang ancient songs and danced lightly, and the phoenix hovered gracefully beside her, and the clear and clear singing attracted more and more birds.

"Hundred birds are facing the phoenix." Yan Rongyi took a light breath and looked away.

The connection between Guan Fengge's disciples and spirit beasts is beyond the reach of other sects.

He turned around and walked to the bed, picked up a quilt disheveledly, and under Ling Jiushen's cold eyes, made the floor bunk: "Master, if you need anything at night, just call me."

Ling Jiu clenched his hands tightly: "Aren't you afraid that the teacher will step on you?"

Yan Rongyi didn't even take off her clothes, she quickly pulled up the quilt and wrapped herself up: "Master, you are joking."

"...It's fine for a monk to not sleep for three or four days, why did you step on me?"

"Then what are you doing lying down?"

"I..." Yan Rongyi lifted a rock and hit her own foot, choked and murmured guiltily, "I'm used to sleeping in late, master... good night, master!"

His hand hidden under the quilt quickly released a wisp of spiritual energy, extinguishing the oil lamp on the table.

Darkness descended.

Yingying white light flows on the window sill.

"Let's release the Netherfire." Ling Jiushen's voice sounded extraordinarily lonely in the night.

"Ghost fire?" A pitch-black flame danced in Yan Rongyi's palm. Although he didn't know what Ling Jiushen meant, he obediently threw the flame out of the window.

The Netherfire subdued by Yan Rongyi quietly spread into a pitch-black wall of fire, attached to the inn where they lived.

A few inaudible crisp sounds dissipated with the wind.

The corners of Ling Jiushen's lips twitched slightly, and he said cheerfully, "Go to sleep."

Dongfang Yu, who had returned to Guanfeng Pavilion, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior Brother Dongfang!" Yin Shaohua rushed to his side anxiously, "Senior Brother Dongfang, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Dongfang Yu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and smiled with satisfaction, "Friend Yan, you really didn't disappoint me, even the mayfly was discovered by you... Well, that's great!"

Dongfang Yu brushed Yin Shaohua's hand away, covered his mouth and coughed lightly.

Behind him were mayflies hovering in the air covering the sky and the sun, and Guan Fengge disciples who were pale and dared not look up.

"Yan Rongyi... Yan Rongyi." Dongfang Yu's tone was both crazy and fascinated.

And Yan Rongyi, who released the Netherfire, thought that she would not be able to fall asleep, but she didn't know if it was because she was too tired, so she fell into a dream quickly.

Yan Rongyi had a dream.

In the dream, he walked briskly towards Ling Jiushen's cave.

The spring water is ding-dong, and the water vapor is lingering.

He knelt by the pool on one knee: "Master."

Circle after circle of ripples appeared on the surface of the water, and the warm spring water turned into agile vines, gently wrapping around his ankles, dragging him into the pool.

"Master?" Yan Rongyi floated on the water blankly.

The bright red Taoist robe opened slowly with the waves of the water, like a blood lotus shyly opening its soft and enchanting petals.

A pair of powerful arms suddenly stretched out from behind him and wrapped around his waist.

"Master?" Yan Rongyi's face was reddish, her fingertips fell on the wet arm that was soaked in spring water, her voice was trembling, "Master, you... what are you going to do?"

"What?" Hot breath lingered in his ear, "You know."

"I... I don't know..."

"You really don't know?" Ling Jiu laughed deeply.

Yan Rongyi's consciousness appeared in a trance for a short time.

Ling Jiushen rarely smiled.

Even if the corners of her lips are raised, there will always be only the flying snow in her eyes.

It took many, many years for Yan Rongyi to go from being afraid at the beginning to getting used to it later.

Yes.

It has been thousands of years since they became masters and apprentices.

But Ling Jiu looked at him deeper than thousands of people, and he will never forget it.

he……

He knows.

Yan Rongyi's whole body was shaken, the water that bound his ankle penetrated into the spacious Taoist robe, meandering up, like tearing off the petals of a flower that has not yet opened, wantonly searching in the heart of the flower.

"Master...Master..." Yan Rongyi blushed and bent over, a few strands of silver-white long hair were scattered on his shoulders.

He felt a slight pain in his heart.

For him, Ling Jiushen's soul was damaged, and his black hair turned into white snow. He didn't know when he would recover.

Yan Rongyi grabbed the silver hair on her shoulders, choked up and said, "Master..."

The repressed emotions seemed to have finally reached the point of venting, and cold tears fell on Ling Jiushen's arms.

Ling Jiushen stopped and asked softly, "Don't you like it?"

Yan Rongyi shook her head.

Why don't you like it?

...I really like it.

But he can't...

Why not?

Severe pain suddenly burst from Yan Rongyi's mind, destroying his fragile nerves.

He screamed and covered his head.

Ling Jiushen's voice was far away from him, and there were large patches of blood in front of his eyes, which were either deep or shallow, surging like waves.

Bai Liu lying in a pool of blood, Qin Qin being devoured by mayflies, and Wang Shui slaying himself with a sword...

--all because of you.

—They wouldn't have died if it wasn't for you.

"Ah!" Yan Rongyi curled up under the quilt, her whole body was cold.

Dark flames surged in the bedroom.

Ling Jiu's face was serious, with one arm around Yan Rongyi's waist, and his fingertips pointing between his brows: "Rongyi, are you...do you have something to hide from your teacher?"

What answered him was Yan Rongyi's unconscious moan of pain.

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