villain is a good guy

The morning sun walks on the window sill, cold and hazy.

Yan Rongyi woke up suddenly, clutching her heart and gasping for breath.

He seemed to have had a lengthy dream, but when he opened his eyes and stared at the pale golden sunrise, the scene in his dream at night dissipated little by little like bubbles in water.

"woke up?"

Yan Rongyi followed the sound and turned around: "Master."

Ling Jiushen stood in the morning light, his face blurred: "When you wake up, eat something."

Delicate pastries are still steaming on the table.

"Master, when did you wake up?" Yan Rongyi shook her head and stood up with difficulty. Before she could stand still, her knees gave way and she fell forward.

Ling Jiu held his arm quickly with deep eyes and hands, and his eyes flashed: "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Yan Rongyi supported the table, not paying much attention, "Maybe I didn't sleep well."

He frowned and sat at the table, rubbed his sore legs, and sniffed: "Is Lian Yu awake?"

"...Master, we can't take her with us all the time."

Lian Yu devoted herself to revenge and betrayed the Fushan faction. If her dantian was not sealed, her journey would never be as safe as it is now.

But for Fei Lian's sake, Yan Rongyi must incarnate as "Wang Xiaoer" and sneak into Guanfeng Pavilion. At that time, if Lian Yu is left outside Guanfeng Pavilion, she will say something she shouldn't say for revenge, Besides, for a beautiful girl who has lost her self-cultivation and lives in Guanfeng Town, her fate may be more terrifying than death.

But if you bring it, it's even more inappropriate.

In Ling Jiushen's greeting card, there was only one person's name. Guan Fengge would become suspicious sooner or later when he saw Lian Yu whose dantian was sealed.

"Leave him to Wangshui." Ling Jiushen picked up the pastry and tasted it lightly.

Yan Rongyi's eyes brightened: "It's okay, Wang Shui is taking the disciples of the Fushan School to practice outside. Although he doesn't know where he went, but he rushed over...it must be very fast."

Wang Shui, who had just come out of the secret realm, sneezed suddenly.

"Brother?" Bai Shuang looked at him with concern, "Are you alright?"

Wang Shui shook his head with a smile: "It's okay."

"It's fine." Bai Shuang breathed a sigh of relief, playing with the two balls of light blue real fire, feeling faintly, "I don't know where Senior Brother Yan went, and he hasn't been seen until now."

Wang Shui comforted, "Perhaps Senior Brother Yan has returned to Fushan."

"He's at leisure!" Bai Shuang snorted dissatisfiedly, clenched his hands, and the real fire exploded with a muffled sound, "Really, he might as well not have gone down the mountain, otherwise he wouldn't have to be angry with the blue-robed disciple..."

"Bai Shuang." Wang Shui interrupted him with a frown, "In front of juniors and younger sisters, speak carefully."

"Brother, do you think I'm wrong?" Bai Shuang clenched his fist again unconvinced, and the real fire gathered in his palm again.

He looked at the disciple who had just fallen out of the secret realm, and there was sarcasm in his eyes: "Although they are disciples of my Fushan Sect, they all think that Senior Brother Yan is a demon cultivator."

"...Brother, do you think it's ridiculous? It was Senior Brother Yan who saved them, and it was Senior Brother Yan who they were afraid of."

"...Other people harmed them, and they couldn't say no, but Senior Brother Yan, whoever made a move was a demon cultivator! This trip, I saw the real thing, it's really not worth it for Senior Brother Yan."

Wang Shui was calm, and after listening to Bai Shuang's complaint, he smiled calmly: "There are people in the world who don't believe in Senior Brother Yan, and there are people who believe in Senior Brother Yan. Since it doesn't make sense, why bother?"

"But……"

"Haven't you and Yin Qin been secretly investigating the truth about the death of the Wangyou Valley disciple in the secret realm?"

Bai Shuang's face froze when she heard the words, she pulled Wang Shui's clothes, and mumbled, "Senior Brother, I know you don't like being courteous, but apart from him, there is no one else in Fushan who is willing to trust Senior Brother Yan."

"Don't I believe in Senior Brother Yan?" Wang Shui sighed and grabbed his hand, "You..."

"Of course I believe in Senior Brother!" Bai Shuang's ears were slightly red, and she hurriedly defended herself, "It's just that Senior Brother has always disliked Senior Brother Yin? How dare I say that."

Wang Shui patted him on the shoulder helplessly: "I really don't like Yinqin giving up the way of swordsmanship and changing to the way of ruthlessness, but it's related to Senior Brother Yan, so I still care about these little things?"

Bai Shuang calmed down: "Brother, what did you say that happened back then?"

"Only Senior Brother Yan knows about this." Seeing another disciple coming out of the secret realm, Wang Shui made a silent gesture to Bai Shuang, "When we return to Fushan, we can ask Senior Brother Yan again."

They were talking, when suddenly there was a loud and clear bird song from the sky.

The Chongming Bird with gorgeous wings circled and landed: "Forget the water, forget the water!"

"I thought it was Fuxi." Bai Shuang raised her hand, caught a piece of golden feather, and muttered to herself, "I just said, how can Fuxi have such beautiful feathers?"

Wangshui saluted Chongmingniao: "I am Wangshui."

The Chongming Bird landed on the ground and turned into a girl in yellow robe: "Wangshui, after Venerable Cheng Ying asked you to send back the blue-robed disciple, you will leave today for Guanfeng Town outside Guanfeng Pavilion."

"Guanfeng Pavilion?" Wang Shui thought for a while, then he figured it out, "Senior Brother Yan is in Guanfeng Pavilion?"

The girl nodded, turned into a Chongming bird again, and left with a loud cry.

"If Fuxi's injuries recover, will he be able to transform into a human form?" Bai Shuang rubbed her chin thoughtfully, looked at the direction where Chongmingniao left, and sighed softly, "The Nether Fire is really dangerous. It's just a bit of a star, and it became what it is now, and I don't know how Senior Brother Yan subdued it in the Nether Secret Realm."

"Okay, let's go." Seeing Yin Qin appearing outside the secret area with a blue-robed disciple in a coma, Wang Shui turned around and stepped on the flying sword, "Hurry up and send them back, so I can follow Master's order to go to the prison as soon as possible." Senior brother Xunyan in Fengzhen."

"What did senior brother Yan go to Guanfeng Town?" Bai Shuang followed Wangshui with a headache, "He doesn't know that Master doesn't like him having a close relationship with Dongfang Yu from Guanfeng Pavilion?"

"Brother Yan saved Dongfang Yu's life in Guanfeng Pavilion. Since then, Dongfang Yu has often written letters to our Fushan School..." Wang Shui also had a headache, "That's all, when I go to Guanfeng Town, everything will be fine. Clear."

"Brother, I will go with you."

"You were not mentioned in Master's message, so don't go."

"...It's definitely not a good thing." Bai Shuang didn't dare to disobey Master's order, and was dejected, "Every time Master sends a message, it's just a shitty thing for Senior Brother Yan to wipe his ass."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Shui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, put his hands behind his back, turned into a stream of light, and appeared in front of the blue-robed disciples.

The smile on his face dissipated, and he looked coldly at the embarrassed blue-robed disciple: "You have already condensed the sword pill, but you are still so unbearable in the low-level secret realm. This time when you return to Fushan, you should practice diligently, so as not to be injured in the future. Going down the mountain, being ridiculed by the disciples of other sects, and losing Fushan's face!"

The blue-robed disciple bowed down to salute obediently.

A disciple choked with sobs and said, "Brother Wangshui, there are still people...in the secret realm..."

Wang Shui's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he followed the reputation: "So what?"

The disciple froze: "Save..."

"Save people?" Wang Shui's cold eyes fell on him, "Who will save them? Why?"

"Can……"

"Who can save him for the rest of his life? You have been working in the secret realm, and you have been accompanied by Qin Qin. If even Qin Qin is unable to rescue him, who can save him?" Wang Shui paused, seeing that there were still disciples who were not convinced, He frowned and warned, "Cultivation is against the sky. If you don't have the awareness to die for the way of swordsmanship, you should stop practicing in the Fushan School."

Joining the Fushan School and embarking on the journey of immortality, who would give up easily?

All the blue-robed disciples cheered up and assured Wang Shui: "Return to senior brother, this disciple understands."

Wang Shui withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, and nodded his chin at Bai Shuang and Yin Qin.

Bai Shuang and Yin Qin immediately soared into the sky, leading the blue-robed disciples of the Fushan School to fly towards the sky.

At the same time, Yan Rongyi in Guanfeng Town was trying to persuade Lian Yu not to go on a hunger strike.

Lian Yu's dantian was sealed, she was no different from ordinary people, if she didn't eat or sleep, sooner or later she couldn't hold on.

"Aren't you going to seek revenge from me?" Yan Rongyi held her chin, pushed the food in front of Lian Yu, and persuaded patiently, "You're starving to death, how can you take revenge on me?"

Lian Yu glared at him.

"Although you have betrayed my Fushan sect, you are practicing my Fushan swordsmanship and my Fushan Heart Sutra. You have called me 'senior brother' before. I really can't bear to see you starve to death."

Lian Yu snorted and turned her head away.

"You don't eat, I eat?" Yan Rongyi said for a long time, his mouth was dry, and seeing that there was a bowl of lotus seed soup in the meal sent by the inn, he couldn't help stretching out the spoon and scooped up a large spoon, " ...It's pretty sweet."

Lian Yuyou turned her head back, her eyes widened in disbelief, as if she was questioning him why he really ate it.

Yan Rongyi held the spoon in her mouth and blinked with a smile.

Anyway, if you don't eat it, why don't I eat it?

Lian Yu was about to die of anger.

How could there be a bastard like Yan Rongyi in the world?

"If you want to eat, just blink, and I'll melt your frozen tongue." Yan Rongyi was full, rested her chin, and looked lazily at Lian Yu.

Lian Yu was very angry, but her belly was rumbling with hunger, so she could only blink unwillingly.

"It's settled." Yan Rongyi stretched out her hand, and waved her fingertips in front of Lian Yu's throat, "Don't say what you say."

"Yan, Rong, Yi." Lian Yu, who was finally able to speak, picked up the soup bowl he had emptied as soon as he recovered his voice, and threw it at him, "Even if you kill me, the food you brought , I don’t even take a bite!”

"Why don't your words count?" Yan Rongyi froze Lian Yu's tongue quickly, and sideways dodged the soup bowl that flew to her face, "Forget it, seeing that you have the strength to throw the bowl, it means that you are not hungry enough... these are still I'll eat."

He picked up the bowls and chopsticks and ate all the food in front of Lian Yu.

Lian Yu's stomach growled, and she shed two tears in anger, curled up in the chair with the bone sword in her arms, looking so pitiful.

Yan Rongyi ate to the end, and Yu Xin couldn't bear it, so she left a piece of candy cake for her.

"Why bother?" he murmured puzzled, "you are the one who is hungry in the end."

As soon as the words fell, the chill was like flowing mist, slowly pouring in along the half-closed door.

"Tolerance."

Yan Rongyi shuddered all over, and jumped up from the chair, ignoring Lian Yu, walked to the door in three steps at a time, and after closing the door, called out in a low voice: "Master."

"What are you doing?"

"Master, Lian Yu never eats..."

"What's with you?"

Yan Rongyi touched her nose: "Master, how can I put it, Lian Wu died because of me."

At this point, he couldn't help secretly looking at Ling Jiushen's expression.

There is another person related to Lianwu's death.

Luo Yu.

His junior, another apprentice of Venerable Chengying, is also... the "protagonist" clearly stated in "Strategy".

He never asked why the master accepted Luo Yu as his disciple.

The more memories that can be recovered, the more he rejects the existence of the "protagonist".

How can an existence recognized by the Dao of Heaven be a vicious and cunning person?

Most importantly, what kind of existence does Luo Yu exist in Ling Jiushen's heart?

Yan Rongyi had too many questions in his mind, but because he was not from here, he didn't know how to open them for a moment.

"Ask whatever you want." Seeing Yan Rongyi's troubled face, Ling Jiu thought he was thinking about something related to Dongfang Yu again, so his tone calmed down unconsciously, "What does hesitating look like?"

Yan Rongyi withdrew her thoughts, even though the youthful Ling Jiushen no longer had the coercion of the past, she still didn't dare to look into Master's eyes.

He dared not ask.

If the previous traversers had asked similar questions, Ling Jiushen must have doubted his identity.

"Rongyi?" Ling Jiu felt powerless when he saw that Yan Rongyi avoided his gaze.

It was also like this before, whenever Yan Rongyi had something on his mind but refused to talk about it, he would avoid his gaze and forcefully smile like this.

"Master." Yan Rongyi lowered her eyes, and what she saw was Ling Jiushen's black robes that were windless and automatic.

Morning light turned to harsh daylight, streaming through the windows of the inn and rippling on the wooden floors.

He seemed to have fallen into a deep pool of silence, surrounded by silence, and as far as his eyes could see, only Ling Jiushen, only Ling Jiushen.

Yan Rongyi took a light breath, and heard herself asking in a trembling voice: "Luo Yu..."

Why did you accept Luo Yu as your disciple?

You treat him as you treat me...

--boom!

The railing that Ling Jiu was holding on to turned into sawdust.

Yan Rongyi followed the prestige, was stunned at first, then ran to the railing, and apologized to the shopkeeper standing in the middle of the lobby: "Sorry, I couldn't control it for a while..."

The shopkeeper was used to the monk's supernatural power, so he didn't get angry. He yelled, and the waiter immediately ran up with the tools, tinkling to repair the railing, and couldn't stop flattering him: "The son of the immortal master is very skilled. Do you want to enter the Guanfeng Pavilion and learn the magic of immortality?"

"Worship to Guanfeng Pavilion?" Yan Rongyi's eyes lit up, and he directly ignored the waiter's words that Ling Jiushen was his "child".

The shop waiter drove a nail into the railing with a hammer, and motioned Yan Rongyi to look at the crowded lobby: "The people who stayed in the shop recently are all those who want to send their children to Guanfeng Pavilion to learn the magic of immortality."

Yan Rongyi followed the line of sight of the waiter in the shop, and sure enough, she saw a few thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys, led by their elders, looking at them with fear.

"I see, none of them can be selected." The shop clerk repaired the railing, lowered his voice, and flattered Yan Rongyi, "Is the fairy master coming from a big family? Only a child from a big family can show such One hand."

Yan Rongyi showed an inscrutable smile, reluctantly took out the purse, sent the waiter away, then turned around and said excitedly to Ling Jiushen: "Master, I thought of another idea!"

Hearing this deeply, Ling Jiu raised his sharp eyebrows and swallowed all the rest of his words.

It is indeed possible to pretend to be father and son, but no matter what, he dare not let Ling Jiushen call him "father".

Ling Jiushen just thought it was funny: "As a teacher, I know what you want to do, but sects in the world are very cautious when accepting disciples... Including our Fushan sect, there are special secret methods to detect whether there are any disciples who come to apprentice. People with evil hearts."

"...except for the demon cultivator who hides the demon seed in the blood, no one can escape the detection of the secret method."

This is also one of the reasons why the world hates demon cultivation.

The disciples who exhausted their minds and minds were all at the expense of Moxiu in the end. Which sect has such a thing happened, and they are not angry?

Yan Rongyi, who was pregnant with the demon seed, shivered subconsciously, and forcibly changed the subject: "Can't even Master escape the detection of the secret method?"

A hint of interest flashed in Ling Jiu's calm eyes: "It's natural to be a teacher."

Then, under Yan Rongyi's delighted eyes, he poured cold water on him: "But if I escape the secret method as a teacher, the elders of Guanfeng Pavilion will be aware of my sword intent."

Yan Rongyi let out an "ah" in instant loss.Everyone who saw the youthful Ling Jiushen would treat him as the blue-robed disciple "Ajiu", but if the old man in Guanfeng Pavilion was alarmed, Yan Rongyi's disguised "Wang Xiaoer" would surely become the target of public criticism.

When the time comes, the identity will be exposed, and it will only be a matter of a moment.

"Rongyi." Ling Jiu stared at Yan Rongyi deeply - the young man in front of him was no longer the youthful look he had when he first came to Fushan - he was bright and flamboyant, even if he lost his identity as a big brother of Fushan, he could easily to attract everyone's attention.

But the young man in Ling Jiushen's memory hadn't shown an unburdened smile for a long time.

I don't know when, Yan Rongyi's eyes were full of indelible melancholy, they were like sharp thorns one after another, deeply piercing Ling Jiushen's heart.

The two of them, the master and the apprentice...were going farther and farther after all.

"Rong Yi, do you blame me?"

Yan Rongyi managed to lift his spirits, smiled wryly and shook his head: "Master, what you said makes sense, it's really inappropriate to pretend to be a new disciple."

"This is not what I want to talk about as a teacher." Ling Jiu looked at him deeply, "I want to talk about Luo Yu's affairs as a teacher."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Ling Jiushen actually took the initiative to ask the question he didn't dare to ask.

His heart began to beat wildly. When he was excited, a sharp dagger seemed to appear in his mind. Following Ling Jiushen's words, it cut his sensitive nerves with a destructive momentum.

Yan Rongyi had a splitting headache, but she refused to miss the opportunity to know the truth.

"As a teacher, I promised you that I will only accept you as an apprentice in this life." Ling Jiushen's eyes were filled with calm and sad light, "But as a teacher..."

"Brother Yan!"

Ling Jiushen's words were suddenly interrupted by Yu Jian's Wang Shui who came in through the window.

With a dark face, Wang Shui stopped "Ah Jiu" behind him: "Why did you bring Ah Jiu here?"

"... Guanfeng Pavilion is recruiting new disciples recently. Guanfeng Town is full of fish and dragons. Ah Jiu is just a blue-robed disciple. Aren't you afraid that something will happen to him?"

Yan Rongyi stared blankly at Wang Shui, the roar in her ears faded away like the tide.

"Senior Brother Yan?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Wang Shui held his temper and said, "Every time Guanfeng Pavilion accepts new disciples, there will be a lot of unruly casual cultivators gathered in Guanfeng Town, who specialize in robbing the disciples of the great sect."

The monks who were born in a large sect usually carry the treasures of geniuses who are greedy for casual cultivators.

Normally, these disciples are the pride of heaven inside the sect, but outside the sect, they become "fat sheep" in the eyes of Sanxiu, even the disciples of the world's number one sect, the Fushan Sect, are no exception.

Yan Rongyi knew that Wang Shui had good intentions, so he didn't defend himself, but Ah Jiu took the initiative to go around behind Yan Rongyi and held his hand.

"Really..." Seeing this, Wang Shui raised the corners of his lips helplessly, "All new disciples are close to you."

After saying that, as if thinking of something, his complexion changed slightly: "Senior brother Yan, I made a mistake."

In today's Fushan School, how can there be any disciples close to Yan Rongyi?

Yan Rongyi didn't care.

He led Wang Shui to Lian Yu's bedroom: "I called you this time because of her."

The door creaked open.

The girl holding the bone sword looked over, her eyes briefly touched Wang Shui, and her eyes were suddenly blurred.

Wang Shui's surface was as calm as stagnant water: "Brother Yan wants me to bring her back to the Fushan School?"

Yan Rongyi said, "You decide for yourself."

"The Fushan faction can't go back." Wang Shui withdrew his gaze from Lian Yu, his voice was so cold that it was not the sword cultivator of the Fushan faction in front of him, but a disgusting monster, "Since she has betrayed the Fushan faction, in this life He is no longer a disciple of our Fushan Sect."

"...According to the previous rules, the disciple who betrayed Fushan should crush the sword pill by himself."

"It's... more than that." Yan Rongyi choked.

Doesn't crushing the sword pill mean the same thing as abolishing one's cultivation?

Wang Shui quickly changed his words, as if he already knew that he couldn't bear it: "Senior Brother Yan is right. Then I will stay with her in this inn until you come back, and then go back to Fushan together, how about it?"

Yan Rongyi nodded naturally, then turned around and went to Guanfeng Pavilion with Ling Jiushen's conjured greeting card.

And "Ah Jiu" disappeared from everyone's eyes again, as if he had never been here.

Wang Shui lived in the guest room left by Yan Rongyi, and when the dusk fell, he got up and went to Lian Yu's bedroom.

The girl curled up at the corner of the bed, watching the gentle and elegant sword repairer walking towards her step by step in horror, with hot tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" Wang Shui paused, and said impatiently, "I won't hurt you."

The corner of his mouth curled up in a sarcastic arc, looking at the bone sword in the girl's arms, he shook his head slowly: "Stupid."

Another stream of crystal clear tears rolled down the corner of Lian Yu's eyes.

"I told you already, right? You can't kill Yan Rongyi like this." Wang Shui walked to the bedside, pinched her chin, his tone was tender, but his eyes were as cold as frost and snow, "Why don't you Obedient?"

Lian Yu trembled uncontrollably.

Wang Shui boredly pushed Lian Yu's head aside, snatched the sword from his arms, and told the most terrifying truth in a nonchalant tone: "Forget it, someone like you who used your sister's bones as materials to refine the Flying Sword of Fate Idiot...it would be strange to hurt him."

After a while, the girl's hoarse scream of collapse came from the room.

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