villain is a good guy

With Ling Jiushen around, Bai Shuang naturally couldn't commit suicide.

The icy chill wrapped Baishuang's hand, and his natal flying sword groaned in fear.

"Bai Shuang." Yan Rong saw the complaint, rushed over and held down his wrist, Wang Shui and Yin Qin also rushed over and snatched the sword from his hand.

"Senior Brother Baishuang, you said that you killed the disciples of Wangyou Valley...Okay, I believe it, but you have to tell me the reason, right?" Beak pecked at the back of Baishuang's hand, trying to wake up the other party's mind, "You have no grievances with the ghost cultivators of Wangyou Valley, and you don't have the aura of demon cultivators on your body, why did you kill them?"

Bai Shuang lowered her head slightly, and although she regained her senses, it was as if she hadn't recovered, her mouth was turned upside down, and she repeated a sentence: "I killed people."

Hearing this, Fuxi gasped, "Could it be that Senior Brother Bai Shuang was trapped in the illusion just now?"

"Impossible." Wang Shui shook his head, "The illusion just now...is related to Bai Liu's death."

To be precise, they cruelly let Bai Shuang experience Bai Liu's death again in the illusion.

"Then he..." Fuxi carefully supported Baishuang's face with her wings, "what's the matter with him?"

No one could answer his question.

"That's all." Yan Rongyi grabbed Fuxi into his arms, recalled what Gui Bian said in the hall, and sighed silently, "Wang Shui, you should take Bai Shuang to rest first."

Then he looked at Yin Qin: "After this incident, we may not be able to return to Fushan for a long time. You should write a letter to the elders who are still on the mountain."

He took his orders diligently and left.

"Fuxi." Yan Rongyi reached out and hugged Chongmingniao who was curled up in a ball, "You wait until Yinqin writes the letter and send it back to Fushan without delay, you understand?"

Fuxi nodded her head, and flew away chasing Qin Qin's figure.

"Rongyi, do you have something to say to the teacher?" Ling Jiushen saw that Yan Rongyi sent everyone away, and took his hand with satisfaction.

Yan Rongyi was thinking about Bai Shuang, temporarily forgetting the etiquette of master and apprentice.

He said: "Master, I suspect that Bai Shuang has abandoned herself after Bai Liu's death."

Ling Jiu held his hand deeply, and gave an absent-minded "hmm".

"Master..." Yan Rongyi withdrew her hand.

Ling Jiushen's hands were empty, he squeezed the center of his brows dissatisfied, and asked coldly: "He wants to abandon himself, so what can you do?"

Yan Rongyi was stunned.

"The heart of self-abandonment is the heart demon. He wants to die with all his heart, and it's useless for you to persuade him." Ling Jiushen put down a sentence, turned around and left him in the yard, "Rong Yi, such a simple truth, you won't Don't understand?"

How could Yan Rongyi not understand?

He just couldn't bear it.

Bai Shuang... Bai Shuang is his junior!

Rolling dark clouds covered the sunlight, Yan Rongyi stood alone in the same place, feeling a deep sense of uneasiness in his heart.

As if to confirm his premonition, three days later, monks from all over the world sent disasters to Fushan.

They said that Bai Shuang killed the disciples of Wangyou Valley, and the evidence is conclusive.

They also said that Ling Jiushen protected his disciples and had the heart to wash Wangyougu with blood.

Terrible.

Even if Ling Jiushen had already returned to Fushan, the rumors had been circulating for a long time, and even the disciples of the Fushan School had doubts in their hearts.

Does Venerable Chengying really have no desires?

Did Bai Shuang really not kill anyone?

The monks of various sects blocked the Wangyou Valley, and they clamored for an explanation from the Fushan sect.

When Yan Rongyi was in a state of desperation, Bai Shuang appeared and admitted in front of everyone: "I killed the disciples of Wangyou Valley."

After a brief silence, there was a loud explosion of discussion.

"Bai Shuang!" Yan Rong pushed Bai Shuang behind her with hatred, "You want to die that much?"

Bai Shuang lowered her head, a crack appeared on her expressionless face.

He said "I'm sorry" in a voice that no one could hear.

Bai Shuang personally admitted that he had killed the disciple of Wangyougu, and the Fushan faction could no longer protect him.

Killing for life is justified.

After discussing with Wangyou Valley, it was decided to escort Bai Shuang to the forbidden area in the valley for secret execution.

Now that the matter has come to this point, it is useless for Yan Rongyi to do anything else.

The night before the execution, Bai Shuang called Wang Shui to his room. No one knew what they said, but Wang Shui appeared pale in front of everyone again, as if he had a serious illness.

Before Bai Shuang was taken away, she looked back at Yan Rongyi.

That look was relieved, but also slightly sad.

Yan Rongyi's heart skipped a beat, and the familiar heat wave rolled through his mind, before he could stop Bai Shuang from leaving, he was knocked back dozens of steps by the blasting air wave.

Bai Shuang blew herself up in her dantian, and her mind and soul were completely extinguished.

Fushan white-robed disciple, so far, there is no more one.

Yan Rongyi dealt with his younger brother's funeral, buried his sword next to Bai Liu, and tremblingly watched the plot, only to find that it was blank, with nothing on it.

"How come..." He fell into a daze.

But Tiandao would not answer his question.

As spring goes and autumn comes, the plot is no longer advanced, but things happen one after another.

Yin Qin was gnawed into bones by mayflies on the mountain of Huaijiang River. He forgot the water and became a demon. After pushing the disciples of the Fushan School off the cliff, he took the initiative to walk into the cliff of Siguo, leaving no bones.

There are fewer and fewer people around Yan Rongyi, and there are more and more dry graves on the Fushan Mountain.

It wasn't until one day that he stood in front of the tombstone of his old friends and looked at the names that were either familiar or vague, and realized that he was alone, with no one left beside Ling Jiushen.

The plot has been silent for hundreds of years, he seems to have broken free from the shackles of the "protagonist", but the ending is terrible.

Did he do it wrong?

Is this the punishment of heaven for him?

Yan Rongyi's scarlet Taoist robe was billowed in the wind, fine snow slid across his cheeks, and one face after another appeared in his mind, memories like knives.

The wind suddenly stopped.

The dark purple sky thunder pierced through the clouds and fell from the sky. It was different from the tyranny of the past, but it carried a hint of comfort.

The desolate voice drifted down to his ears along the sky thunder: "Yan Rongyi, as the protagonist, you have completed your merits and virtues, and you will be able to ascend to immortality in no time!"

"Ascension to immortality?" Yan Rongyi had a weird smile on his lips, "Me?"

"good."

"Then what about my master?" He suddenly raised his voice, looked at the lightning that stretched to his feet, and asked angrily, "I can even ascend to immortality, why can't my master?"

The voice was silent for a long time, before answering grandly: "Because he is not the protagonist."

Yan Rongyi laughed loudly: "Ridiculous!"

He laughed until two lines of blood and tears flowed out, his voice was hoarse and his heart was broken.

What is a protagonist?

The protagonist is the son of luck, the darling of heaven, and... a despicable person who gained the Tao by stepping on the blood of countless people.

Yan Rong is unwilling to be the protagonist.

He squeezed the Furong Sword tightly, and stared fixedly at the end of Tianlei - where the sun was shining brightly and filled with immortal energy.

But that's not where he should be.

"No, I don't want to ascend." Yan Rongyi stepped back step by step, her figure hidden in the lingering wind and snow.

"You...!" The voice gasped angrily, and several thunders fell from the sky, "Are you really willing to give up the chance to ascend?"

"...Yan Rongyi, do you know that everyone in the world wants to ascend to immortality?"

"...Do you know what you gave up?"

But no matter what the voice said, Yan Rongyi shook her head firmly.

Finally, the world fell silent, and dark clouds rolled across the sky.

"Do you know what your juniors have done for you?" Just when Yan Rongyi thought that the voice had gone away, it suddenly spoke again, with strong viciousness in its tone, "Yan Rongyi , if you don’t ascend, wouldn’t you have let down the kindness of your fellow apprentices?”

"What did you say?!"

"You don't really think that you can resist the plot, do you?"

"you you……"

"I just made a little trick." The voice snorted triumphantly, "It's not worth mentioning. I just understood a truth..."

"...Rather than making you resist the plot, it is better to let the plot push you."

Yan Rongyi's heart was filled with turmoil, and he asked tremblingly, "What did you do?"

"What did I do?" The voice imitated his tone, repeated what he had said, and then snorted, "I just showed the plot to your juniors."

"What...what?!" It seemed as if countless wind and snow were rushing towards Yan Rongyi, his eyes were blurred and he was on the verge of falling, and he barely stood still with the Hibiscus sword on the ground, "You showed them... what did you see... ..."

"I saw the fate of you if you didn't follow the plot." The voice muttered impatiently, "I wasted a lot of energy."

"...However, your juniors are so kind to you, they are willing to die for you one by one."

"But that's not going to happen." Yan Rongyi felt chills all over his body.

He is the protagonist, the son of luck, and a puppet who cannot resist the plot.

The voice sensed Yan Rongyi's collapse, and sent the facts to him word by word: "Yes, you are the protagonist, and you can't resist the plot...But your juniors don't know?"

"...the disciples of Wangyou Valley that Bai Shuang met in the illusion were implanted with demon seeds. Before they became demons, they begged him to help. They wanted to die as ghost cultivators, and they didn't want to be treated as demon cultivators after death... …Originally, Bai Shuang could tell the truth, but I showed him the picture of you meeting Guixiu... You didn’t tell the story about Guixiu being implanted with a demon seed, and you died at the hands of Guibian, so Baishuang Shuang is willing to die for you."

"...At the mountain of Huaijiang, Yin Qin could have escaped, but I let him see the scene of you being swallowed by the mayfly in advance, so at the last moment, he willingly withdrew his aura and fed the mayfly with his body .”

"...Wangshui didn't have a demon at all, the disciple he met was a poor little man who had been implanted with a demon seed, but I told him, if you encountered such a thing, you would definitely hide the truth about the disciple's demon, willing For her reputation, she was thrown into the Cliff of Thoughts."

"...Yan Rongyi, you have a group of good juniors, they all died for you!"

"...If you don't ascend, how can you be worthy of their wronged souls under the nine springs?"

The author has something to say: Alright, alright, the memory is coming to an end!