villain is a good guy

Wangyou Valley has never been so lively as it is today.

Disciples from the Wangyou Guben sect, down to casual cultivators whose names no one had heard, gathered together, staring at Gui Bian warily.

"Why did Venerable Chengying come out of the mountain? Master Guigu really didn't give us an explanation?"

Gui Bian smiled wryly and cupped his hands: "I sent a letter to invite the law enforcement officers to come down the mountain, but I didn't expect to alarm Venerable Chengying."

"Why did you invite the enforcers down the mountain?"

Gui Bian cupped his hands again: "In Wangyou Valley, some disciples have fallen into a daze one after another, it seems to be the work of the demon cultivator..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "Just for such a small matter, you wrote to the law enforcement officers?"

"... Now that Venerable Chengying has gone down the mountain, how are you going to explain to the monks all over the world?"

The smile on the corner of Gui Bian's mouth became more and more bitter. Gui Xia standing behind him was not so good-tempered. He waved his robe and knocked all the monks around Gui Bian away: "Aren't you just worried that Venerable Cheng Ying will treat you like a ghost?" Will your own sect make a move?"

"...We are not afraid of Wangyou Valley, what are you afraid of?"

"...Even if he really wants to attack us, Wangyougu will definitely be the first to suffer. Don't worry!"

The monks of all factions looked away in embarrassment. After a while, someone spoke again, and the tone was still aggressive: "Even if you attack Wangyou Valley first, how long can you carry it?"

Hearing this, Gui Xia raised her arm angrily, and when she wanted to strike again, Gui Bian held down her wrist: "No."

"Master?" Gui Xia withdrew his hand unwillingly, "They..."

"Everyone, Venerable Chengying is in Wangyou Valley at this moment. If you want to know why he went down the mountain, you can ask yourself." Gui Bian had a gentle smile on his face, but his words concealed deep meaning, "If you don't If you ask, please stay in Wangyou Valley with peace of mind, or leave on your own, I will never stop you."

After the owner of Wangyou Valley finished speaking, he put on his hood and led the disciples of Wangyou Valley away.

Gui Xiasan caught up with Master's footsteps in two steps: "It's too much to bully people!"

"They're not bullying us." Gui Bian reprimanded him in a low voice, "They're afraid of Venerable Chengying...you too, what were you doing so impulsively just now?"

"They are afraid of Venerable Chengying, so they take their anger out on us?" Gui Xia shouted unconvinced, "If you have the ability to protest in front of Venerable Chengying, tell them not to go down the mountain!"

"Childish." Gui Bian hid his hands in the wide armholes, smiled and shook his head.

How could the monks in the world say this in front of Venerable Cheng Ying?

Not only did they not know how to speak, but they also showed their respect for Venerable Cheng Ying and invited him down the mountain.

"Gui Xia, remember." Gui Bian stopped and said to his youngest apprentice, "Sometimes, it's not good to stand too high."

Gui Xia asked blankly, "Why not?"

"Look at Venerable Chengying."

"Master, what do you mean..."

"It's good that you know." Gui Bian pressed his shoulder and nodded to another disciple who came hurriedly, "Have you found anything?"

The ghost cultivator of Wangyou Valley replied: "Master Gu, we performed secret techniques on the corpses of several senior brothers, and we saw... saw..."

"Say what you see." Gui Bian frowned, "What are you hesitating for?"

The ghost cultivator lowered his head and said in a trembling voice: "See... the sword cultivator of the Fushan School is the murderer."

"What?" Gui Bian asked sharply, "Are you sure you saw clearly?"

At the same time, a strange illusion appeared in my heart.

Why... I seem to have heard the news?

"Master." Gui Bian didn't have time to grasp the trace of uneasiness before being interrupted by Gui Xia.

The excited Ghost Cultivator's eyes were scarlet, and the black mist behind him boiled like boiling: "Let me go. I will avenge my brothers."

"No hurry." Gui Bian was silent for a moment, then turned around resolutely, "I have a better idea for the teacher..."

So, when Yan Rongyi came to the main hall of Wangyou Valley, he faced a group of passionate monks from various factions, and Gui Bian who once again discovered that the disciples in the valley died at the hands of Baishuang with secret techniques.

It's really the worst case.

Yan Rongyi sighed inwardly.

He had already thought about it on the way here. If he was unlucky, when he came to visit Gui Bian, Gui Bian had already discovered the truth of the matter again.

But he didn't expect that Gui Bian would go along with the flow and tell the monks all over the world about it.

"Fushan faction, Yan Rongyi." He stood still in front of the main hall, his hand holding the sword slightly clenched.

The scarlet robe moved without wind, and the light of the sunset gently fell on Yan Rongyi's shoulders, inlaid a circle of luxurious gold around him.

A young female cultivator couldn't hold back and let out a soft sigh.

There were also older monks who looked away in disdain, secretly thinking that it was flashy.

But no one underestimated Yan Rongyi.

Because he is the only apprentice of Venerable Cheng Ying.

"Nephew Yan." The silence was broken by Gui Bian, "Don't be nervous, I didn't mean to accuse Nephew Bai Shuang of being a demon cultivator."

Yan Rongyi sneered and raised her eyebrows: "What does Master Gu mean by this?"

"It is true that my disciple in Guzhong died at the hands of Master Nephew Bai Shuang, but I believe there must be something hidden about this matter." Gui Bian made a heartbroken expression, and reached out to press Yan Rongyi's shoulder, but he hid pass.

Yan Rongyi was holding the Furong sword, and glanced at Gui Bian coldly: "It's very good that the owner of the valley thinks so."

"But the death of my disciple in the valley is indeed related to Master Nephew Baishuang." Seeing this, Gui Bian smiled dryly and put his hands back into the armholes, pretending to shed a few tears, "I have to give them an explanation."

Yan Rong guessed that Dinggui Bian must have something to do, so he asked, "What explanation does Gu Master want?"

"Until the truth is found out, please ask nephew Bai Shuang to stay in my Wangyou Valley and cooperate with the investigation." Seeing that Yan Rongyi did not show strong objection, Gui Bian added, "At that time, in order to prevent nephew Bai Shuang from becoming a demon ...I'm not saying he's a demon cultivator, I'm just thinking about other disciples in the valley. Nephew Yan, think about it, is an ordinary monk the opponent of a demon cultivator who is possessed by demons?"

Yan Rongyi lowered her eyes and did not speak.

"Nephew Yan, I assure you that if Nephew Bai Shuang did not kill my disciple in the valley, I will personally apologize to him after the truth is found out." After Gui Bian finished speaking, he lifted his clothes and saluted him.

Yan Rongyi took half a step back and lifted Gui Bian from the ground, knowing that he had to agree to this matter.

But he also doesn't allow anyone to plot against his junior brother: "Master Gu, Bai Shuang can stay in Wangyou Valley, but we, the law enforcement officers, have the duty and obligation to find out the truth of the matter. When the time comes, we still have to bother."

Gui Bian quickly waved his hand: "Don't bother, don't bother...just..."

He showed embarrassment, pretending to be afraid of the cultivator behind him, shrinking his neck and saying: "It's just Venerable Chengying..."

"Huh?" Yan Rongyi couldn't control it, snorted coldly, and looked at the vigilant monks from various factions with a sneer, only thinking it was ridiculous.

His master is the number one swordsman in the world, but he is feared by everyone in the world.

why?

Because everyone says, don't be afraid of [-], just in case.

What if Ling Jiushen became the number one sword master in the world and still wanted to rule the world?

It was because of this "No. [-] in the world" that Ling Jiushen was charged with an unwarranted charge that one day he would become violent and wash all sects in the world with blood.

"Bai Shuang is a disciple of my Fushan Sect, why would my master not care about it?" Yan Rongyi disdained to argue with the rats, and gave an ambiguous answer to Gui Bian and the monks who were listening, "Don't worry, everyone. Bai Shuang is really possessed, and our Fushan Sect will never shield him."

After Yan Rongyi finished speaking, she left in a flick of her sleeves, and as soon as she left the hall, she sighed with her brows tightly furrowed.

The air behind him squirmed slightly, and Venerable Chengying appeared out of nowhere: "Rongyi, I went back to Fushan for my teacher... Give Bai Shuang to take this thing, and then let him enter the illusion, his chances of recovery will be higher."

"Master, why do you think Bai Shuang killed those ghost cultivators?" Yan Rongyi took the medicine bottle from Ling Jiushen, and murmured with a wry smile, "He...is he really controlled by the demon cultivators?" ?”

"No, he doesn't have the aura of a demon cultivator." Ling Jiushen's hand slid down Yan Rongyi's wrist and caught his cool fingertips.

Yan Rongyi's cheeks were slightly red, she took half a step back, and wanted to kneel down, but was pulled by a force and fell two steps forward, falling straight into Ling Jiushen's embrace.

"Master." He struggled for a while, and found that Ling Jiushen had no intention of letting go, so he was honest.

"Master, I've thought about it. When Bai Shuang's matter is resolved, we will go back to Fushan and exchange Geng Tie with you, Master."

Warm breath lingered on the side of Yan Rongyi's neck, and a tingling itchiness shot up from his tailbone.

Yan Rongyi twitched: "You are my master..."

The morality of master and apprentice has always been despised by the world, so how can they exchange Geng Tie in a grandiose manner?

"So what?" Ling Jiu embraced his waist nonchalantly, and kissed him under his embarrassing gaze, "What I want for the teacher..."

"Master." Yan Rongyi has not yet adapted to the change of status, and turned her head awkwardly, "Let's go see Bai Shuang first."

After finishing speaking, he broke away from the hand on his waist, and Yujian hurriedly left Ling Jiushen's sight.

The smile on Ling Jiushen's face cooled instantly, with one hand behind his back, he stared at Yan Rongyi's back thoughtfully, and then waved his sleeve back without warning.

All of a sudden, all the monks in the hall vomited blood, and even those with poor cultivation directly vomited blood and fainted.

"Gui Xia." Gui Bian struggled to support the young disciple with slack-eyed eyes, and forcefully injected a spirit energy into his body, "Hold on!"

Gui Xia's mouth was bleeding, and he stared unwillingly, with unwillingness and hatred in his eyes.

Fushan pie...

Gui Xia remembered this hatred!

Above the quiet hall, suddenly came an indifferent voice: "We, the sword cultivators of the Fushan Sect, cannot be taught by others."

Gui Bian was the first to come back to his senses, raised his head, and shouted into the void: "Your Majesty is right, I am the one who overstepped. This matter has nothing to do with the disciples in the valley. Please give your Majesty a high hand and let them go."

The breeze sent a cold snort, and the coercion in the hall dissipated unknowingly.

"My lord..." Gui Bian asked tentatively.

No one responded.

Venerable Chengying left.

Gui Bian's hanging heart sank, and the monks behind him gradually regained their senses.

"Too deceiving!"

"It's a high level of cultivation, isn't it amazing?"

"Even if your cultivation base is high, you have to be reasonable!"

…………

No matter how much the monks in the hall were arguing, it was not something Ling Jiushen would care about. He returned to his apprentice and found that Bai Shuang had broken free from the illusion and was standing in the middle of the courtyard, sweating profusely.

And Wang Shui, Yin Qin and Yan Rongyi all surrounded him with swords.

"Bai Shuang, calm down."

"Brother Bai Shuang, what did you see in the illusion?"

"Bai Shuang, are you crazy? I'm Fuxi, why did you stab me with a sword?"

Yan Rongyi was the first to discover Ling Jiushen, and her eyes lit up: "Master!"

"Honorable One?" Fu Xi followed the sound and flew over, landed on the shoulder of Venerable Cheng Ying, and vomited bitterly, "Sir, Bai Shuang went crazy as soon as she woke up, she insisted on..."

"Master!" Fuxi's words were interrupted by Bai Shuang.

The pale-faced Jianxiu held his sword on the side of his neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "I killed the disciple of Wangyou Valley. As a law enforcer, the disciple knows the law and breaks the law, so he is willing to die!"

After saying that, disregarding the exclamation of his senior and junior brothers, he gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and forcefully with both hands, he wanted to kill himself with a sword.

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