villain is a good guy

The founding ceremony of the Fushan Sect was the same as in previous years. First, the elders of each sect busily selected disciples, and then the disciples of each sect competed with each other in the Fushan Sect's Tai Chi Dojo.

Yan Rongyi was not selected.

He was not in a hurry at all, he found a corner where there was no one, and quietly waited for Venerable Cheng Ying to appear.

Yan Rongyi was not in a hurry, not because he had a plan to let Venerable Chengying accept him as an apprentice, but because he held the "Strategy" in his hand, which clearly stated that Venerable Chengying would accept him as an apprentice.

This is already the third year that Yan Rongyi has obtained "Strategy".

According to the "plot", he grew step by step from a mortal with no cultivation to a chess piece selected by the demon cultivator and placed in the Fushan School.

As early as three years ago, he already knew how powerful the golden finger of "Strategy" was.

Ever since he was a child, he has been able to bump into the superpower whose lifespan is approaching when he walks, and he desperately wants to pass on his unique secret scriptures to him; when he stumbles, he can dig out one or two magic weapons that the world has been looking for thousands of years from the place where he stumbled.

This is the life of Tiandao's darling with "Strategy".

Yan Rongyi resigned to her fate.

What is there to be reckless about?

Apart from him, no one in the world has such good luck.

"Who was I at that time..." A disgusting ridicule came from behind Yan Rongyi.

The monk who was scared away by the white-robed disciple reappeared from nowhere.

He had just deliberately paid attention to the apprentice acceptance ceremony of Elder Fushan and confirmed that Yan Rongyi was not selected, so he boldly walked over, wanting to regain the face he had left behind in front of Fushan Mountain.

"Didn't you say you want to join the Fushan School?" The monk narrowed his eyes—the dim light fell on Yan Rongyi's face, and that gorgeous face revealed a kind of indistinguishable hazy beauty—his My heart was itching again, "Since no one is willing to accept you as an apprentice, why don't you worship me as a teacher?... Let's double cultivate together, and reach bliss early!"

As the monk said, he extended his hand to Yan Rongyi.

Yan Rongyi stared blankly at the hand that was about to approach her face, the aura in her dantian was ready to go.

Closer, closer.

There was a greedy light in the monk's eyes: "Come back with me, I promise you will eat well and drink spicy..."

That dirty hand finally landed on Yan Rongyi's shoulder.

"Food and drink spicy?" He suddenly laughed.

Yan Rongyi smiled beautifully, the monk seemed to be possessed by a demon, and the absurd courage to go through fire and water for him surged in his heart, staring blankly at the pair of peach blossom eyes that had been narrowed, even when his wrist was pinched, he did not respond.

Yan Rongyi showed disdain, and the moment she made a move, a sudden change occurred!

Another pale finger touched the back of his hand.

Yan Rongyi's pupils shrank fiercely.

He couldn't move.

The terrifying coercion appeared on his shoulders lightly like falling snow, and then turned into a sharp blade, easily cutting through flesh and blood, and pressed heavily against his shoulder blades.

Yan Rongyi spat out a mouthful of blood, sweating like rain.

The monk who was grabbed by him was even more miserable. He bled from all seven orifices and fell limp on the ground, life and death unknown.

And the hand on the back of his hand remained motionless.

I don't know how long it took, but the coercion dissipated.

Yan Rongyi clutched her heart and fell to her knees on the ground.

The pitch-black Taoist robe passed by his side, like a black river, trembling and flowing.

"When you meet this kind of person, don't bear it." The deep and pleasant voice hovered over Yan Rongyi's head, "Just kill him."

"My lord...cough...your lord," Yan Rongyi felt a gleam of joy in her heart. Knowing that the plot was on the line, she grabbed the Taoist robe in front of her and raised her head, "Your lord, I..."

Their eyes met, and the two were stunned at the same time.

The snowflakes are like naughty cranes, wandering around them, spinning, and finally falling unwillingly.

Yan Rongyi's peach blossom eyes widened slightly, and Ling Jiushen's stern face was reflected in it.

He heard his own heartbeat, and blushed in panic.

He was afraid that Venerable Cheng Ying would also hear that violent sound.

"What's your name?" Ling Jiushen's outstretched hand landed on the end of Yan Rongyi's eyes. He watched the young man actively tilt his head, put his warm cheek on his palm, and said shyly, "Yan Rongyi meaning."

The melted snow gathered into clear spring water, which fell from the mountain stream with a tinkling sound, and countless cranes landed beside them, standing quietly.

Ling Jiushen's heart, which had been dusty for thousands of years, was melted by the mole of tears at the end of Yan Rongyi's eyes, and a small crack opened.

He retracted his icy fingers into his sleeves, and the warmth on his fingertips lingered for a long time.

He asked: "Yan Rongyi, would you like to worship me as your teacher?"

Yan Rongyi coughed lightly and got up from the ground, knelt down on one knee, stroking Venerable Chengying's dark Taoist robe, and solemnly said: "Master, please accept my apprentice's worship."

The cranes chirped in unison, circled and soared into the sky.

From this day on, Yan Rongyi's name spread to the ears of monks all over the world.

Because he is the only apprentice of the number one swordsman in the world.

After Yan Rongyi became Ling Jiushen's apprentice, she didn't get along well with the disciples of the Fushan School.

He devotes himself to cultivation, and he never slacks off in the morning and evening classes in the school.

The disciples on Fushan complained secretly that the disciples accepted by Venerable Chengying were just like him, serious and unsmiling, they either practiced sword or practiced sword all day long, it was very boring.

However, the disciples complained and complained. They still respect Yan Rongyi, the new senior brother, because Yan Rongyi has only been on the mountain for five years, and his cultivation level is already higher than most of the white-robed disciples.

Of course there are people who don't want to see Yan Rongyi.

The white robe disciple Bai Shuang is one of them.

Bai Shuang and Yan Rongyi went up the mountain in the same year, practiced hard for five years, and finally became the head of the elder's direct disciples. After another ten or eight years, they should be able to inherit the mask of law enforcement.

He always thought that he was the leader of this generation of new disciples, but who knew that Yan Rongyi killed him halfway, not only surpassed him in cultivation, but also became Ling Jiushen's only disciple.

The latter is fate and cannot be forced, while the former... is more difficult to accept.

Back then, when the elders accepted disciples, they didn't give Yan Rongyi any extra looks at all.

What does it mean?

It shows that he has no good roots at all, and even the elders look down on him!

But it happened that this mortal who knew nothing when he went up the mountain stepped on him and became the senior brother of the Fushan School, how could Bai Shuang be reconciled?

He was born in a family of immortal cultivators, he thought highly of himself, and looked down on Yan Rongyi, so he looked for opportunities to learn from each other openly and secretly, trying to frustrate the spirit of his elder brother.

Yan Rongyi was so absorbed in the plot that she didn't have time to talk to Bai Shuang, and she didn't even remember Bai Shuang.

In his view, people not mentioned in the plot are "cannon fodder".

Cannon fodder is destined to sacrifice for the plot, as the protagonist, there is no need to get involved with cannon fodder.

However, Bai Shuang was so persistent that even Venerable Cheng Ying noticed his intention to compete with Yan Rongyi.

So, one day, when Yan Rongyi checked the blue-robed disciple's homework and returned to the cave, she heard Ling Jiushen say, "Rongyi, go see Bai Shuang."

He knelt down and saluted respectfully: "I will go now, disciple."

Ling Jiu looked deeply at Yan Rongyi's expressionless face, and frowned slightly.

He remembered that his apprentice could laugh... When they met for the first time, Yan Rongyi showed a beautiful smile to the monk with evil intentions.

But after Yan Rongyi became the big brother of the Fushan School, he stopped laughing.

Ling Jiushen would occasionally hear the disciples' private discussions.

They didn't reject Yan Rongyi, they just complained that he was too strict and had higher requirements on them than their teacher in terms of cultivation.

Ling Jiu was deeply worried, but when the elders met him, they always praised Yan Rongyi for being hardworking and strict with self-discipline.

... But, is this what Yan Rongyi really looks like?

Ling Jiu lowered his eyes deeply and shook his head secretly.

The model elder brother in the world walked out of the cave, and soon met Bai Shuang who was circling with a sword.

He performed a peer salute between seniors, and asked sternly, "Why are you here, junior?"

He didn't deliberately not call Bai Shuang's name, but he really didn't want to remember Bai Shuang's name.

Anyway, it's cannon fodder that will die at any time, so what's the point of remembering it?

Bai Shuang replied angrily: "Brother, why do you always refuse to compete with me?"

Yan Rongyi raised her eyebrows: "There are many juniors and sisters who practice swords in the Tai Chi Dojo."

The implication is, why bother me?

"But none of them are the apprentices of Venerable Chengying." Bai Shuang raised her chin proudly and drew out her sword, "Elder brother, please."

Yan Rongyi sighed silently, seeing Bai Shuang's determination to learn from each other, she no longer refused, but drew out the Hibiscus Sword given to him by Venerable Cheng Ying: "Please."

Xueluo was silent, and Yan Rongyi's winning process was also very silent.

He used three moves to make Bai Shuang helpless to fight back.

"How could it be... how could it be!" Bai Shuang realized at this moment that Yan Rongyi was not a rootless mortal at all, the elders had misjudged him, he was a genius among geniuses!

Yan Rongyi withdrew his sword and said indifferently: "Accept."

Turn around and go back to the cave.

He thought, this junior will not come again in the future, right?

But Yan Rong was wrong.

After Bai Shuang was depressed for a period of time, he became a frequent visitor to Venerable Chengying's cave. He pestered Yan Rongyi to discuss lessons, and sometimes he brought his younger sister Bai Liu with him, and later brought another white-robed disciple Wang water.

Yan Rongyi doesn't talk much, and Wang Shui doesn't talk too much. Fortunately, the brothers and sisters Bai Shuang and Bai Liu will bicker when they meet, so when the four of them get along, they won't be cold.

The days went on like this, and one day, they went down the mountain to practice together, and rescued a Chongming bird that was half-dead by the fire of the netherworld.

Both Yan Rongyi and Wang Shui said it was hopeless, but Bai Liu was the only one who was reluctant to leave Chongming Niao behind, took out the elixir he had just refined, and with the heart of treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor, bit the bullet and gave it to Xiao Niao. hello.

The Chongming Bird was so fateful that he really came back to life, lying in the arms of Bai Liu, and said pitifully that his name was Fuxi, and he wanted to go to the Nether Secret Realm to practice, but he didn't want to go the wrong way and fall into the Netherfire, trying his best to cultivate just escaped.

"He is so pitiful, let's take him back to Fushan." The more Bai Liu listened, the more he couldn't bear it, and looked at Yan Rongyi eagerly, "Brother..."

Bai Shuang was afraid that her sister would be sad, so she chimed in: "Eldest senior brother, let's take him back."

"Eldest brother, since Junior Sister Bai Liu saved him, let's take him back to the Fushan School." Seeing this, Wang Shui also helped to plead for mercy, "If Master and the elders disagree, we will send him back to the Fushan School." It's not too late to send it away."

Yan Rong realized that "the Fushan School has never had a Chongming bird, only a crane", and when she met the three pairs of eyes full of hope, she sighed.

For the first time, he took a good look at the "cannon fodder" who had never appeared in the plot, and realized that he couldn't let go.

This is not a good sign.

Yan Rongyi's heart gradually sank.

Fuxi, who was brought back to the Fushan School, gradually improved, but the gorgeous feathers on her body never came back.

After Bai Shuang and others got acquainted with Chongmingniao, they stopped talking and joked that Fuxi didn't look like Chongmingniao.

Fuxi flapped her wings and retorted angrily: "Then what do I look like?"

Yan Rongyi, who had been looking at them with her sword in her arms, suddenly spoke.

His beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly curved, revealing a fleeting smile: "Golden Feather Chicken."

At that moment, the several sword cultivators who were teasing Chong Mingniao froze in unison.

The peach blossoms on the Fushan Mountain... I'm afraid they were not in full bloom when Senior Brother Yan was smiling.

The author has something to say: This is the very beginning of the story_(:з」∠)_