villain is a good guy

Yan Rongyi's Yujian landed outside Guanfeng Town, and Ling Jiushen quietly appeared behind him.

"Master." Without turning his head, he touched his cheek and muttered to himself, "Where are you going after I pretend to be Wang Xiaoer?"

"As a teacher, I have my own place to go."

"Is Master going back to the Fushan School?" he asked.

Ling Jiushen replied in silence.

"The next time I see Master, the wound on Master's body..."

"Rong Yi, don't say any more."

"Master?" Yan Rongyi turned around abruptly, but there was no one behind him.

His brows gradually furrowed.

Ling Jiushen was by no means going back to the Fushan faction. If he had, he wouldn't have disappeared in place without answering his questions.

Yan Rongyi unconsciously exerted force on her fingers, and instantly there were five crumpled fingerprints on the greeting card in her palm.

Suddenly birds and beasts chirped in the distance, and a spirit beast as pure as white snow appeared in the sky. Sixteen or seven Guanfeng Pavilion disciples in green clothes stood on the spirit beast's back and landed in the wilderness outside Guanfeng Town. inside.

He squinted his eyes, the red Taoist robe on his body turned into white, and his face also changed slightly. In just a moment, he changed from a peerless swordsman to an ordinary "Wang Xiaoer".

He waited in front of the gate of Guan Feng Town, and when the disciples of Guan Feng Pavilion appeared, he immediately moved up with the greeting card.

Not long after, the white-robed disciple "Wang Xiaoer" followed the disciples of Guan Feng Pavilion back to Guan Feng Town. When he passed by the inn where Wang Shui and Lian Yu lived, his footsteps paused slightly.

"Wang Daoyou?" Guan Fengge's disciple followed his line of sight and smiled knowingly, "The inns in this town are all owned by our senior brother. Next time you come, you can directly report the name of our senior brother."

When Guan Fengge's disciple mentioned Dongfang Yu, his tone was proud, unlike the disciples of Fushan School...

Yan Rongyi secretly smiled bitterly.

With him as a senior brother, the disciples of the Fushan Sect are indeed shameless.

If he was still the same Yan Rongyi from before, wouldn't the disciples of the Fushan School be proud when they mentioned him?

"Fellow Daoist Wang, let's go." Seeing Yan Rongyi standing still, Guan Fengge's disciple urged him softly, "If it's a little later, we won't be able to catch up with Guan Fengge's evening class."

Yan Rongyi looked back, smiled and nodded: "Okay."

The snow-white crane landed in front of them.

He followed the disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion and stood on the back of the white crane. The white crane screamed and flew high, and the wind whistled in his ears.

The fog cleared away, revealing the blue attic hidden among the lofty mountains.

Countless silver-white spirit beasts hovered in the sea of ​​clouds, and the air waves brought by the wings of white cranes woke up the silent forest. Groups of spirit beasts raised their heads in twos and sent out kind calls to them.

Before reaching Guanfeng Pavilion, the disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion jumped off the white crane.

They seem to be born to communicate with spirits, countless birds caught their whereabouts, and in the end only one person remained, driving the white crane, and sent Yan Rongyi to the gate of Guanfeng Pavilion.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, wait a minute, I'll report to elder Ge right now." Guan Fengge's disciple took the greeting card in his hand and left in a hurry.

Yan Rongyi stood on the spot with her hands in her hands.

Above his head was the Guanfeng Pavilion plaque made up of vines. From time to time, silver-white butterflies emerged from the vines like catkins, and then scattered in the wind.

Guan Fengge's disciples passed by Yan Rongyi, whispering.

"Hey, that's... the sword cultivator of the Fushan School?"

"I heard that the senior brother of the Fushan School has become a demon, and I don't know if it's true or not."

"Why isn't it true? I heard that he killed the disciples of Wangyou Valley."

"It's still our senior brother..."

"Eldest senior brother just came back from Guanfeng Town. For some reason, he vomited blood. It seems that he went to retreat again."

…………

"Friend Wang Dao."

Yan Rongyi came back to her senses, and saluted the Guan Fengge disciples who rushed back.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, Elder Ge said that since you are flattering Venerable Ying's order to come to our Guanfeng Pavilion to study, then follow us to take evening classes with us in the future." The disciple of Guanfeng Pavilion led him to the depths of Guanfeng Pavilion. Unfortunately, our senior brother has just retreated, otherwise, he could take you for a stroll in Guanfeng Pavilion."

"...This is the silver butterfly that our disciples of Guan Fengge use to communicate." The disciple of Guan Fengge stretched out his hand to attract a butterfly, and handed it to Yan Rongyi's palm, "If you have any requests in the future, you can directly tell the silver butterfly, and then Just let them fly, and they will report to the elders."

"Thank you." Yan Rongyi took the silver butterfly and watched it flap its wings slightly with his fingertips, showing emotion.

Just as the sword cultivators of the Fushan School like to use the Chongming Bird to deliver messages, the silver butterfly carried by the disciples of Guan Fengge has the same purpose.

As a drop of rain fell, the silver butterfly on Yan Rongyi's fingertips fluttered into his collar.

The disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion used spiritual energy to create an umbrella, covering the heads of the two of them: "Our Guanfeng Pavilion is located in the mountains, and it is rainy all the year round. During this time, Fellow Daoist Wang, I am afraid that we will have to open an umbrella every day."

"...Also, there are many spirit beasts in the pavilion, you don't have to be afraid, fellow Daoist Wang, these are the spirit beasts of our disciples in the Guanfeng Pavilion, and they won't attack any monks without orders."

"Ah, we're here." The disciple of Guanfeng Pavilion stopped, raised his head, looked at the banyan tree in the sky, and said to him, "I live on the tree next to you. If you need something, you can come to me."

"Thank you." Yan Rongyi arched his hands, took out a flying sword from the storage bag - which he bought casually in Guanfeng Town - threw it in the air, and jumped.

The disciple of Guan Fengge let out a gasp of exclamation, watched him go away with the sword enviously, and then blew the whistle to attract a furry ape-like spirit beast, who sat on his shoulder, and after a few breaths, the figure It is hidden in the lush foliage.

The tree house on the banyan tree is made of vines, simple and unsophisticated, reminding Yan Rongyi of Fushan, where she and Ling Jiushen lived.

He pushed open the window, and the leaves of the banyan tree rustled in the wind. A few unknown birds were awakened and fluttered away.

Yan Rongyi stayed in Guanfeng Pavilion just like that, occasionally went to attend a few evening classes, did not learn any spells, but got acquainted with the disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion, and every time she performed a Yujian, there was a large crowd of people cheering.

He also mentioned Fei Lian on purpose, and the answers he got were similar, all the disciples in Guan Feng Pavilion smiled and shook their heads: "It's all rumors, if there is Fei Lian, can you see it in Guan Feng Pavilion?"

Yan Rongyi laughed: "I also heard the rumors, so just ask."

Then when he got back to the tree house, he opened his right hand, frowned and stared at the "Strategy" worryingly.

It's not that he didn't think about finding a "guide", but no matter how he called, the guide never appeared.

Probably because this part of the plot has never been completed.

Yan Rongyi closed her palms with a headache, and on the other side, Luo Yu, who had settled down in Guanfeng Town, also had a headache.

He stared at the tome with a page missing in his hand, with a grim expression on his face: "What's going on?"

The black mist hung over his shoulders, and he muttered in disbelief: "It shouldn't be...it shouldn't be! There has never been a situation where the plot that happened has been changed!"

"I should ask you this question!" Luo Yu gritted her teeth, "Why would a plot approved by the Heavenly Dao burn itself?"

That happened after Luo Yu followed Yan Rongyi and his party down the mountain.

The written plot first turned into blood, and when he finally found Guan Feng Town, a page in the scroll suddenly burned to ashes the moment he stepped into the inn.

"Could it be Ling Jiushen?" Luo Yu folded her palms together, turning the scroll into golden light and disappearing into her palm.

He sat on the bed in the inn, pinched his eyebrows, and said to himself: "No, it can't be Ling Jiushen."

If Ling Jiushen sensed Tiandao's actions, it would be impossible to do nothing, let alone destroy a page in the plot.

"Who could it be?" Luo Yu's eyes fell on the black mist, then moved away, and then turned around again, "Could it be Yan Rongyi?"

"Impossible!" Hei Wu trembled excitedly, "Do you think Yan Rongyi has the ability to destroy things that Ling Jiushen didn't notice?"

It paused, turned around the room twice, and suddenly said: "If the written plot is changed, it means that the people in the plot have discovered the truth of the matter by chance."

"What do you mean by that?"

"What do you mean?" Heiwu sneered, "I mean, instead of doubting others and the way of heaven here! Why don't you think about it, is there a loophole in the plot you wrote, and people who shouldn't have noticed the truth found out? the truth!"

Luo Yu was silent for a moment, and raised the corners of her lips: "So far, the plots I have written are not one thousand, but eight hundred. Even if there is a loophole, so what? Yan Rongyi still wants to turn around through a loophole?"

"……Stop dreaming!"

The black mist fell on Luo Yu's shoulders again: "Aren't you going to write a new plot?"

"He can't even find Fei Lian's feather, what else should I write?" Luo Yu made seals with both hands, and slowly closed her eyes.

"You don't really want to report that he will be poisoned to death by Fei Lian, do you?" Hei Mist became anxious, rising and falling continuously.

"Nonsense, if he dies so easily, wouldn't the plot we wrote be in vain?" Luo Yu impatiently waved away the black mist from her ear, "Besides, it would be too cheap for him to die like this... I want to kill him all these years." Did it, can't you see it?"

"...He has already offended Wangyougu, and soon, because of Fei Lian, Guan Fengge will also want to kill him quickly." Luo Yu's eyes flickered with madness, "I don't need to take action at that time, I want his life There will be so many people that Ling Jiushen can't protect him!"

Hei Wu heard this and took a breath: "So that's how it is."

Luo Yu snorted triumphantly: "If it wasn't for Tiandao's fear that Ling Jiushen would notice the clue, why should I think about such a troublesome plot?"

"...In the final analysis, Tiandao is too timid..."

--boom!

Before Luo Yu finished speaking, a wrist-thick lightning bolt fell from the sky.

He and the black mist stopped together.

"Tell you to be careful what you say!" Hei Wu calmed down and dispersed angrily, "Do you know how much energy Tiandao spent on...?"

Luo Yu clenched her fists unwillingly, lowered her head, and muttered to herself, "Do you know how much energy I have spent on today's situation?"

And in Guanfeng Pavilion, a silver-white air wave burst out suddenly in a dusty tree house.

The air wave hovered in front of the tree house for a short moment, and then suddenly dispersed in all directions accompanied by the loud and clear phoenix cry.

The disciples in various places in Guanfeng Pavilion raised their heads one after another, barely stabilized their figures in the air waves, and looked at the center of the air waves frantically and excitedly——

The monk in the green robe opened the door of the wooden house, and with fluttering robes, he rose up on a white crane, like a fairy descending from the mortal world.

"Eldest senior brother!" Someone shouted first, and there were screams one after another in Guanfeng Pavilion.

Dongfang Yu, who stood on top of the white crane, smiled gently. After the crane passed through the clouds, he bent down and looked at Guanfeng Pavilion hidden in the mist. The smile on his face revealed a hint of interest.

"Where did you hide?" Dongfang Yu stroked the trembling mayfly in his palm, "It's only you who can make my mayfly so frightened?"

"...Really, if you want to come to me, why do you need to be sneaky?"

"...Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?"

"...how can I treat you well?"

"...Friend Daoist Yan."

The author has something to say: I don’t have time to write 6000 words_(:з」∠)_I will strive for more tomorrow