villain is a good guy

Memories flooded in.

The blurry picture became clear again, and he seemed to have returned to the old Nanzhaoti Temple.

Yan Rongyi soon realized that she and her junior had entered an illusion, and the only way to break the illusion was to find the eye of the illusion, otherwise they would never be able to get out of this world.

The eyes of the illusion are also easy to find.

They came to Nanzhaoti Temple for the purpose of producing a strange crouching wand, so the problem is likely to be the crouching wand.

Yan Rongyi took his junior brother around the Nanzhaoti Temple a few times, found the magic wand, and was shrouded in a new illusion again - none of them expected that the magic wand would create another illusion in the illusion.

That's when Luo Yu appeared.

A mortal with little cultivation suddenly entered the illusion, so he was on guard, especially after seeing the sword cultivator of the Fushan School, Luo Yu immediately suppressed the hatred in his heart, and leaned over to salute obsequiously: " All the elders, Venerable Cheng Ying asked me to come..."

While talking, he peeked at Yan Rongyi with his eyes, and then he found that several sword cultivators of the Fushan School seemed to be frozen in place, with no expression in their eyes, just like statues in a Buddhist temple.

Luo Yu approached boldly, her eyes gradually widened, and then she laughed loudly: "So you are still in the illusion!"

He shook his shoulders, and the respect he put on his face disappeared: "If I knew this, why should I talk nonsense with Ling Jiushen?"

Luo Yu took out a sharp dagger from the armhole, wiped it between the crook of his arm, and then lightly scratched at his finger.

Blood gushed from his pale fingertips.

"Hiss—" Luo Yu gasped, put her fingers in her mouth, and muttered vaguely: "It's really a good dagger, it's just right to kill you!"

After Luo Yu finished speaking, her eyes sharpened, and she raised a knife to stab Yan Rongyi's heart.

Seeing that the sharp point of the knife was about to sink into the heart of the red-clothed swordsman, a dazzling golden light appeared out of nowhere, covering Yan Rongyi and flying Luo Yu away by the way.

Luo Yu rolled to the side in embarrassment, dizzy from the golden light, and took a long time to get up: "Volve the magic wand..."

Well, you crouching wand, you don't even allow him to kill people in the illusion!

Luo Yu had no choice but to put away the dagger.

He is a mortal with no cultivation at the moment, and he wants to attack Yan Rongyi, but he has more than enough heart but not enough strength.

But even if Yan Rongyi hadn't suffered from Luo Yu's black hands, it wouldn't be a good feeling.

He was experiencing the negative emotions accumulated in the crouching wand for thousands of years, and disciples who were possessed by demons kept appearing in front of him, sometimes it was Wangshui, sometimes it was Baishuang, and sometimes it was Qinqin.

They all turned into half-human, half-demon monsters, with black feet or insect tentacles, and they called "Senior Brother" in their mouths, and rushed towards him with their teeth and claws.

After all, Yan Rongyi was a pawn sent to the Fushan School by Moxiu. Before he became the apprentice of Venerable Chengying, he had killed countless monsters in the arena, and he had a good acceptance of monsters in the illusion. , the illusion is crumbling.

Seeing that Yan Rongyi was about to escape from the illusion, Wangshui's voice suddenly came from his ear.

"No...don't..." Wang Shui knelt in front of several Fushan sect disciples, his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, "don't..."

Yan Rongyi hurried over and pulled Wang Shui up from the ground: "Wang Shui, wake up, this is just an illusion!"

Wang Shui stared blankly at Yan Rongyi, his stiff expression slowly thawed, and after a while, squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "Senior brother..."

"Well, it's me." Yan Rongyi breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did she have the heart to look at the Fushan disciples in the illusion—their eyes were red, and black mist climbed up on their cheeks—it was a sign of enchantment.

"Brother Wang Shui, kill me..."

"Kill me, let me be free..."

"I don't want to die as a demon cultivator, Senior Brother Wang Shui, hurry up..."

The cry of collapse was accompanied by the cold wind, wandering in the illusion.

After finally recovering, Wangshui collapsed again, covered his ears, and said to himself: "Don't pester me, don't pester me anymore!"

"Wang Shui, look at me." Seeing this, Yan Rong frowned and pressed Wang Shui's shoulder, "That's not real, it's an illusion..."

But Wang Shui couldn't listen to him anymore.

Yan Rongyi could only draw out the Furong sword: "Forget the water!"

This angry shout was mixed with aura, which brought Wangshui's mind back.

I saw Yan Rongyi walked up behind a disciple of the Fushan School, and placed the Furong sword across the opponent's neck.

Wang Shui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he watched helplessly that the disciple who was about to become a demon turned into a black mist under Yan Rongyi's sword.

……one by one.

"See it clearly?" Yan Rongyi dealt with the Fushan disciple in the illusion, and helplessly patted Wang Shui on the shoulder, "It's not true."

Wang Shui nodded ignorantly, and followed Yan Rongyi to the imaginary realm, but in his heart, a group of demons that no one could see was growing.

...Because of his incompetence, the senior brother had to personally deal with those Fushan disciples who were possessed by demons.

Wang Shui clenched the Xiaoyao Sword tightly in his hand in pain.

He must become stronger, so strong that senior brother won't worry about him.

Next, they met a few disciples who were possessed by demons. Yan Rongyi raised his sword and fell without any delay until they met Bai Shuang and Yin Qin.

Both Baishuang and Yinqin, like Wangshui before, were entangled by the disciples of Fushan who were about to become demons. Countless snow-white shadows were like innocent souls, following behind them to seek relief. In addition, the time was too long, and many of the disciples had already turned into demons. monsters.

Yan Rongyi was injured while saving Yin Qin.

Originally, he would not be injured, but Yin Qin who was entangled was unconscious. Seeing that he was going to attack the bewitched disciple of Fushan, he turned to deal with him, so there was chaos, and only Yan Rongyi was injured.

But fortunately, the double illusion created by the crouching wand dissipated automatically after they dealt with these monsters, and Luo Yu, who was guarding their motionless bodies, woke up suddenly, seeing the blood staining Yan Rongyi's clothes, tightly Then Yinqin and Baishuang, who were scarred and groaning, fell to the ground, only Wangshui, barely retaining a sense of consciousness, forced himself to look at his elder brother.

Luo Yu's eyeballs rolled, and she made up her mind, pinched her thighs, and burst out two lines of tears: "Everyone, Lord Chengying asked me to take you out!"

He grabbed the magic wand tightly: "The lord said that the eye is the magic wand, but it took me a lot of effort to push it down..."

These words were deceptive at the time, after Luo Yu entered the illusion, she did nothing but attack Yan Rongyi.

But Wangshui took it seriously, and his originally tense heart completely relaxed after hearing Luo Yu's explanation.

He struggled to draw a magic circle on the ground, and sent out the unconscious senior and senior fellow before the illusion collapsed.

Immediately afterwards, Luo Yu was strangled by the furious Venerable Cheng Ying.

Back then, Wang Shui was pure-hearted, and really thought that Luo Yu was responsible for getting rid of the illusion for himself and his senior brother, so he took the initiative to grab the hem of the master's clothes, and begged in a low voice: "No...no, he saved us..."

Then I fainted.

Since then, Luo Yu has stepped into the hall, gradually replaced Yan Rongyi, and became another disciple under the seat of Venerable Chengying.

And all of this was presented in front of Yan Rongyi's eyes.

Whether he has seen it or not, as long as he seriously recalls it, it will all emerge before his eyes one by one.

Naturally, Yan Rongyi also saw the truth that Ling Jiushen took Luo Yu as his apprentice.

……I see.

He buried his head in the fluffy feathers, his eyes burning.

It turned out that Ling Jiushen agreed to take Luo Yu as his apprentice just to save him.

Once the heart knot of many years was untied, Yan Rongyi jumped excitedly to Ling Jiushen's shoulder, dragging her long tail feathers all the way to the ground.

He called with nostalgia: "Master, Master, Master."

In fact, what Ling Jiushen heard was: "Chirp, Chirp, Chirp."

"Why, you still want to worship me as a teacher?" Ling Jiushen got up with great interest, and walked out of the cave with the ostrich, "Then I have to find you a place to live first."

Ling Jiushen deliberately walked to Yan Rongyi's bamboo building: "Do you like it?"

Yan Rongyi naturally liked it, but after he nodded, he felt a strange dissatisfaction.

How could Master give up his bamboo building to a bird in a grand manner after he disappeared?

So Yan Rongyi flapped her wings angrily, almost fanning Ling Jiushen's long black hair into a chicken coop.

Ling Jiu suppressed a deep smile and walked to the other side: "Then give you my bamboo building?"

... This is even worse.

Yan Rongyi blushed, stopped flapping her wings, instead buried her face in the wings, huddled together, and ignored her master.

When he was a human, he never lived in the bamboo house of the master. Why should he enjoy the treatment that he has never enjoyed before, just a mere luan bird that has not turned into a human form?

Ling Jiushen can think of Yan Rongyi's small thoughts without guessing.

He purposely turned around in front of the bamboo building a few times, and after the ostrich on his shoulder had blown its feathers, Shi Shiran walked to an open space and built a bird's nest with weeds at random.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi jumped in with tears in his eyes and remained motionless, he didn't even bother to move when his master reached out to touch his head.

"It still doesn't seem appropriate." Ling Jiu held back Yan Rongyi with a deep smile, turned around and walked towards the cave, "The Chongming Bird of the Fushan School likes to rest in the woods in front of the cave the most, so you should rest there too."

Hearing this, Yan Rongyi felt a little better, but then, he realized that because he couldn't fly, he couldn't even climb a tree.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi, who was placed under the tree, grabbed Ling Jiushen's clothes, trying to prevent the master from returning to the cave.

Ling Jiushen had no choice but to squat down again, pinching the long clear feathers on top of his head: "You don't like trees either?"

Yan Rongyi desperately shook her head.

Ling Jiushen rested his chin on one hand: "Then you have to stay with me in the cave."

Yan Rongyi couldn't wait for this, he jumped into the arms of his master, and when he entered the cave, he squatted obediently on a rock warmed by the pool water, feeling at ease.

But soon, one after another cranes flew down in front of the cave gate, and put the letter in their mouths on the ground.

The suzerains or elders of different sects sent invitations to Ling Jiushen for the Demon Slaying Conference.

... And in this conference, the one who was waiting to be punished was his most cherished apprentice, Yan Rongyi.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_ It’s almost over. When writing this article, I found that I have a lot of problems. I will try to improve a little bit in the next article