villain is a good guy

Ever since she got the phrase "Golden Feather Chicken" from Yan Rongyi's own mouth, Bai Shuang never called Chongming Bird "Fuxi" again.

Fuxi was angry for a long time, but she didn't dare to lose her temper with Yan Rongyi, so she just stared at Bai Shuang, and whenever she had a chance, she would peck his head with her mouth.

Bai Shuang got a bald patch on the back of her head from being pecked, and finally had no choice but to apologize to Fuxi in person to protect her hair.

"Isn't it just a nickname..." Bai Shuang squatted in front of Venerable Chengying's cave, muttering.

His younger sister Bai Liu snorted coldly: "If it were you, would you be happy to be called 'Golden Feather Chicken'?"

"Golden Feather Chicken is not my name!" Bai Shuang shouted innocently, "It's obviously Senior Brother Yan..."

His voice lowered, he covered his head and peeked at Yan Rongyi who was standing aside.

Yan Rongyi was dressed in red, with his hands behind his back, and he was pointing out the Wangshui sword technique.

"Senior Brother Wang Shui is so serious." Bai Shuang held her chin, her cheeks flushed slightly, "Bai Liu, tell me, what kind of Taoist partner does Senior Brother Wang Shui like?"

Bai Liu was fascinated by a book of alchemy secrets, she didn't want to talk to her noisy brother at all, she just wanted him to leave quickly, so she answered impatiently: "Go and ask Senior Brother Wang Shui yourself, won't that be enough?"

Bai Shuang murmured: "How embarrassing..."

"We're so familiar, what's there to be embarrassed about?" Bai Liu rolled his eyes, and held up the cheat book in front of his eyes, covering Bai Shuang's sight, out of sight and out of mind.

"Are you still my real sister?" Bai Shuang got up angrily, and before she could finish her sentence, Fuxi flew over: "Something happened, something happened! Elder Kaiyang picked it up from the foot of the mountain." An apprentice!"

"What?" The news was too horrifying, Bai Shuang and Bai Liu temporarily put the quarrel behind them.

The Fushan sect only opened the mountain gate once in a hundred years and took in disciples once, but when some elders came down the mountain, they saw a boy and girl with excellent bones and made an exception and brought them up the mountain.

But this kind of situation is very rare, and they have stayed on Fushan for 80 or [-] years without encountering it once, so Bai Liu immediately dropped the alchemy secret book in his hand after hearing Fuxi's words: "Fuxi, where is Elder Kaiyang?" Woolen cloth?"

Fuxi landed on her shoulder: "Elder Kaiyang and his newly recruited apprentices are in the Tai Chi Dojo."

"Brother, let's go and have a look." Hearing this, Bai Liu couldn't wait to grab Bai Shuang's sleeve.

Bai Shuang also wanted to join in the fun, but when she saw Yan Rongyi and Wang Shui practiced swords to the point of completely forgetting herself, she hesitated: "No matter what disciples Elder Kaiyang accepts, we will meet each other during morning and evening classes. Come, it's not too late to see you then..."

"Who says it's not too late?" Bai Liu wanted to go to the Tai Chi Dojo wholeheartedly, so she stepped on the flying sword and flew into the air, shouting, "Senior brother Yan, I want to meet the new apprentice that Elder Kaiyang has accepted, are you going?"

Yan Rongyi and Wang Shui had heard the conversation between the brothers and sisters of the Bai family a long time ago, they looked at each other with smiles on their lips.

Wang Shui put away his sword and nodded: "Let's go, let's meet together."

Bai Liu smiled like a flower, proudly raising the corners of her lips to Bai Shuang: "Brother, are you going?"

Bai Shuang didn't have time to talk to Bai Liu!

He Yujian flew to Wang Shui's side: "Brother Wang Shui, you want to go too?"

Wang Shui took a look at Bai Shuang, thinking that he wanted to go but was too shy to speak, so he nodded for him: "Yeah."

"You don't practice sword anymore?"

"I've got Senior Brother Yan's advice, and the rest is practice." Wang Shui turned around and saluted Yan Rongyi who flew over from Yujian, "Thank you Senior Brother Yan for your guidance."

Yan Rongyi shook her head: "You and I are brothers, there is no need to be like this."

...but he wasn't like this before.

If there is no Bai Shuang's stalking and stalking, the juniors and juniors who practice with him every day will always be cannon fodder without names.

Now, even if they are cannon fodder, they still have weight in Yan Rongyi's heart.

Each of them lived beside him vividly and was a person of flesh and blood.

"Senior Brother Yan, let's go." Wang Shui's voice brought Yan Rongyi back to reality.

He nodded his chin, and flew into the snowstorm of Fushan School first.

The Tai Chi dojo was surrounded by blue-robed disciples.

The monks of the Fushan sect, in addition to practicing, practice every day. Every 100 years of the mountain opening ceremony, the disciples can relax.So as soon as the news of Elder Kaiyang's acceptance of disciples spread, everyone joined in the fun except for the white-robed law enforcement disciples who were not on the mountain.

The appearance of Yan Rongyi and his group pushed the atmosphere in the Tai Chi dojo to a climax.

"Eldest brother." All the disciples in the dojo bowed down and saluted.

Yan Rongyi waved his sleeves casually, and when his cold eyes fell on Yin Qin, a hint of surprise emerged.

He thought that from the perspective of Elder Kaiyang, even if the apprentice he accepted was not from a family of immortal cultivators, he would at least have a predestined relationship with immortals, but in front of him was a beggar with a blank face who knew nothing about immortal cultivation.

Why do you say it's a beggar?

Because the clothes on his body had been patched countless times, the original color could no longer be seen.

"Elder, where did you find the disciple?" Bai Liu Yujian landed on the dojo, the white robe on his body was shaking like a phantom, even Bai Shuang didn't wait, and ran over directly.

She put her hand on the beggar's shoulder, and found that there were several unhealed wounds on the beggar's ashen cheeks, full of pity, she took out the plaster she made from the armhole: "Here, wipe it off. "

Beggar didn't reach out his hand, but glanced around the Fushan disciples around him, and finally landed on Yan Rongyi.

Beggar blinked.

Although he is a beggar, he has also heard of the name of the Fushan School.

The Fushan sect, the number one sword sect in the world, is full of immortals on the mountain.

When he was begging in the world, he would occasionally meet monks, but those monks were all thieves, and they liked to punch and kick beggars, so beggars didn't have a good impression of monks.

He doesn't even want to cultivate immortality.

But the immortal who brought him up to Fushan said that once he got to Fushan, he would not have to worry about food or clothing, and if he practiced well, he would not have to worry about death.

Beggar hesitated for a moment, and readily agreed, only thinking silently in his heart, don't become the kind of person he hates the most after cultivating immortality.

But when he went to Fushan, he found that the monks of Fushan sect were different from the monks he met in the mortal world.

They didn't care that the clothes on his body were full of patches, and they didn't care that he was covered in dirt. There was no disdain in their eyes, only curiosity.

He heard what they said about big brother, and thought, "Big brother" is the person in charge of Fushan School, right?

Then he raised his eyes—

Beggar was stunned.

He didn't even dare to look again!

Looking at it more is an insult to the immortal!

What kind of banished fairy character is this?

Qi'er originally thought that the senior brother of Fushan Sect was a middle-aged man like Elder Kaiyang, or else, he was also a young man with a big waist and round waist that he saw outside the martial arts gym in the mortal world.

But the big brother of the Fushan School...

He is plump and handsome, with a tall and straight figure, dressed in red clothes like fire, and looks more handsome than the most handsome person the beggar has ever seen, especially those peach blossom eyes - he dare not think about it anymore, blushing and lowering his face Head, covering the patch on his body in shame - how could he let the gods see his tattered clothes?

But the fiery red dress came to him in a rustling manner.

Beggar was stiff all over and bowed his head deeply.

It turns out that this is the real fairy.

Everything he met in the mortal world was a lie!

"What's your name?" The fairy asked him!

The fairy's voice is also nice.

The beggar's face was flushed, and he faltered: "You...you..."

There was good-natured laughter in private.

There was also a slight smile on the corner of Yan Rongyi's lips: "My name is Yan Rongyi, and I will be your senior brother from now on."

Beggar summoned up all the courage in his heart, and squeezed out his own name through the gaps between his teeth: "My name is Yin Qin..."

I will be your junior from now on.

"Rong Yi." A familiar voice suddenly rang in his ears, Yan Rongyi withdrew his gaze from Yin Qin, and said to Bai Shuang and his party, "I'll go back to the cave first, Master has something to ask me."

Bai Shuang and Wang Shui hurriedly saluted: "Elder brother, go slowly."

As for Bai Liu... Bai Liu is already busy helping Yin Qin apply the plaster!

Yan Rongyi flew back to the cave with Yujian, walked to the edge of the pool in the cave, and knelt down on one knee: "Master."

Venerable Chengying closed his eyes half-closed, and kept pinching the decision with his fingers: "Yes."

Ling Jiushen didn't pay attention to Yan Rongyi, and Yan Rongyi didn't bother Master either.

Their way of getting along has been so plain and watery from the very beginning.

After a long time, Ling Jiushen's arms slowly dropped, he turned around and flicked his sleeves, and lifted Yan Rongyi up from the ground: "See you?"

The question was about the newly recruited apprentice of Elder Kaiyang.

Yan Rongyi replied respectfully: "See you."

"how?"

"Young junior brother looks very extraordinary."

"Kaiyang is picky, and the apprentice he chooses must be extraordinary." Ling Jiushen didn't think so, walked to the gate of the cave and turned around, saw him still standing by the pool, and said with a frown, "How is your swordsmanship training recently? "

Yan Rongyi immediately danced the Fushan sword technique.

Ling Jiu lowered his eyes lazily, and waited for him to withdraw his sword posture out of breath, and said sharply: "The stamina is not enough."

Yan Rongyi knelt down and admitted his mistake: "I'm going to practice sword now."

"No need." Ling Jiushen pressed his shoulders, "First accompany Master to Jiuchongtian."

Fushan Jiuchongtian refers to the sea of ​​clouds on the top of Fushan School.

The Fushan faction is carried by countless giant kuns, moving slowly in the sky, and above the Fushan, there are countless rolling clouds.

Probably contaminated with the aura of the Fushan School, these clouds linger all year round. As the Fushan School floats in the world, in the end countless geniuses and treasures are born in the clouds.

Yan Rongyi naturally knew where Jiuchongtian was, so she immediately sacrificed the Furong Sword.

"You have condensed sword pills for many years, and I should refine a natal flying sword for you as a teacher." Ling Jiushen didn't need to control the sword, and walked into the air step by step like a stroll in the courtyard.

His Yingying Sword has been placed in the main hall of the Fushan School, serving as the eye of the sword formation.

"Master, I can..."

"You are my apprentice, aren't you willing to use the sword refined by your master?" Ling Jiushen raised his sharp eyebrows slightly, and the temperature in the cave dropped.

Yan Rongyi sighed silently.

Why is he unwilling?

Who in the world wouldn't want to use the natal flying sword that Ling Jiushen forged with his own hands?

But he holds the "Strategy" in his hand, if there are plots related to the Flying Sword of Flying Sword in the future, in the end, he will definitely have to practice the sword himself.

He didn't want to hurt Ling Jiu's deep heart, he never thought about it, and it was self-defeating, so he had no choice but to agree at this moment: "I thank Master for your trouble."

Ling Jiu turned his back with deep satisfaction: "Let's go."

Before the words fell, the pitch-black figure had faded away.

Yan Rongyi hurriedly stepped on the flying sword, and the moment she soared into the sky, a familiar tingling sensation came from her consciousness.

He paused slightly, and then chased after Ling Jiushen's figure, turning into a streamer.

Yan Rongyi knew that a new plot was launched again.