villain is a good guy

Luanniao jumped in front of Venerable Chengying, and silently gathered the letterheads from various factions together.

Dongfang Yu's life and death are uncertain, and the Demon Slaying Conference led by Guan Fengge is bound to be held as usual.

Yan Rongyi gathered up the letter paper, jumped back to Ling Jiushen, and gently rubbed the hem of Master's clothes with her soft feathers.

Just for a moment, he was worried that his master believed the contents of the letter paper, but Ling Jiushen not only shattered the letter paper in his hand, but also shattered the stalactites above their heads.

... This is the signal that Venerable Chengying is angry.

"It's unreasonable, how can my apprentice..." Ling Jiushen picked up Yan Rongyi from the ground, held Yan Rongyi in his arms, and looked at Luanniao's peasy eyes with a half-smile.

... Even if it was Yan Rong's intention, so what?

A trace of indifference flashed across Ling Jiu's deep eyes.

Whether Guan Fengge or Dongfang Yu, they are not as important as his apprentices.

Ling Jiushen raised his head again and looked out of the cave.

Even the Fushan School he founded... is not as good as Yan Rongyi.

Of course Yan Rongyi didn't know what Ling Jiushen was thinking, and he thought of Dongfang Yu again.

This elder brother of Guan Fengge blocked Luo Yu's sword for him, and he doesn't know if he has regained consciousness now.

If recovered...

Yan Rongyi's heart tightened, thinking of a terrible fact.

If Dongfang Yu regained consciousness and was willing to testify for himself, then there would be no point in holding this so-called Demon Subduing Conference.

Will the monks in the world agree?

Presumably not.

In Yan Rongyi's chaotic and countless reincarnation memories, the Fushan sect, as the number one sword sect in the world, has always been feared by other monks.

They can't wait to get rid of the Fushan faction.

So no one would miss the opportunity of the Demon Slaying Conference.

Dongfang Yu is better dead than alive.

Yan Rongyi raised her wings suddenly, jumped off Ling Jiushen's shoulder, and actually slid quite a distance.

He flapped his wings in surprise and flew up reluctantly.

"Where are you going?" Ling Jiu watched the luan bird fluttering coldly, and when he saw that he seemed to be flying, he immediately stretched out his hand and hugged him into his arms.

Yan Rongyi: "Chirp, chirp, chirp."

——I'm going to Guanfeng Pavilion.

Ling Jiu sneered: "You want to run if you can't fly?"

Yan Rongyi: "Chirp, chirp, chirp."

——But if I don't go, Dongfang Yu will be in danger!

Dongfang Yu, Dongfang Yu, Dongfang Yu again.

Ling Jiu was deeply reminded of the official wedding post sent to Fushan, and with a flick of his sleeves, a thin silver chain appeared on Yan Rongyi's ankle.

And the other end... was tied to Venerable Chengying's wrist.

Yan Rongyi: "..." and so on.

Yan Rongyi sat down on the ground, raised her thin claws, and shook them suspiciously.

The crisp and pleasant sound is endless.

The chain is a good chain, but... the purpose is obviously wrong!

How did Master tie him up?

Yan Rongyi tried to flap his wings, and flew forward for a short distance, but before he was happy, he was dragged back by the silver chain.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi: "Chirp, chirp, chirp!"

He could only fly to Ling Jiushen's shoulder again, screaming desperately to express his protest.

Ling Jiushenquan pretended not to hear, and stretched out his long-knuckle hands to stroke his feathers.

"Hey, when you can fly, I'll let you out."

But how could a tethered ostrich learn to fly?

Yan Rongyi... was imprisoned in Ling Jiushen's arms.

He raised his wings dumbfounded, trying to peck off the silver chain with his beak, but what Ling Jiushen took out was something ordinary?

This silver chain can even be compared to a magic weapon.

Yan Rongyi's mouth became numb from pecking, but she still couldn't break the silver chain, so she could only continue to scream in Ling Jiushen's ear.

"Choo Choo Choo."

——Master, I'm going to Guanfeng Pavilion.

"Choo Choo Choo."

——Dongfang Yu was seriously injured to save me.

"Choo Choo Choo."

——If he really died for me, I will feel guilty for the rest of my life.

Ling Jiushen stopped suddenly with his hand playing with the silver chain, raised his eyelids hastily, and stared intently at the ostrich on his shoulders. After a long time, he suddenly said: "You have not yet transformed into a human form, and I am worried about going to Guanfeng Pavilion alone. .”

"...This ring is a magic weapon for self-defense, you should wear it."

With a flick of Ling Jiushen's finger, the chain on the Luanniao's ankle disappeared, leaving only a thin silver ring hidden in the crimson feathers.

Yan Rongyi blinked, tweeted, and flew out of the cave, fearing that Master would regret it.

Ling Jiushen watched him leave without saying a word, lowered his eyes, and there was a faint line on his wrist.

The function of the silver ring on Yan Rongyi's ankle is of course not for simple self-defense, but for tracking aura.

... In other words, even if Yan Rongyi flew to the ends of the earth, she would not be able to escape Ling Jiushen's palm.

Not long after the founding ceremony of the Fushan School ended, Fushan Town became lively again.

It's just that this kind of excitement is different from the past. The expressions of the monks of various sects are tense, and the mortals in the town stay behind closed doors. A demon-slaying conference that has been brewing for a long time is about to kick off.

It was at this time that Luo Yu sneaked into Fushan Town secretly.

He sneered and stared at the glow of the magic weapon that kept flashing in the sky, thinking, if he couldn't find Yan Rongyi, he would let all the people in the world look for it together, and if the people in the world couldn't find it, he would force Ling Jiushen to look for it.

...There is always someone to be found.

While Luo Yu was looking for Yan Rongyi, Tiandao, who was hidden in the sky, was also looking for him.

Yan Rongyi had no breath at all, it was as if she was dead.

How could Tiandao have imagined that Yan Rongyi's body was destroyed, and his soul merged into the body of Luanniao. He had already jumped out of the category of "human cultivation", and naturally escaped his search.

Yan Rongyi is still Yan Rongyi, not... Yan Rongyi.

Even if he takes human form, he is still a spiritual beast who has cultivated into a human being.

It is precisely because Yan Rongyi is no longer a human being that the dusty memories will wake up, and the rules and regulations bound by the law of heaven on "human beings" will dissipate on their own.

Of course, although Tiandao couldn't find Yan Rongyi, it could still find Luo Yu easily.

Luo Yu, who had just stepped into the inn in Fushan Town, suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck. He quickly disappeared, and Yujian flew to the sparsely populated suburbs. The body was split off.

"I..." Luo Yu stretched out her scorched hands, trying to get up from the ground, but the second thunderbolt hit his back, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Luo Yu gritted her teeth unwillingly, closed her eyes, and endured the wrath of Heaven.

The Heavenly Dao sent down nine thunderbolts, and finally saved Luo Yu's life.

Because only Luo Yu can help him find Yan Rongyi.

"Kill him...kill him!" Thinking of a possibility, Tiandao roared crazily, "Luo Yu, I want you to kill Yan Rongyi, as long as you kill him, I will satisfy all your demands!"

... as long as it's not, as long as it's not...

Tiandao's scarlet eyes were filled with fear, as if he saw the lingering sword light thousands of years ago.

Luo Yu sat on the ground in embarrassment, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips with the back of her bruised hand: "All the requests?"

"of course."

"What if I want Ling Jiushen?"

"It's not easy?" Tiandao snorted disdainfully, and the dark clouds in the sky slowly dissipated, "I can create countless worlds, let you and Ling Jiushen be the protagonists... What kind of plot do you want? Write."

Luo Yu thought of something, and her eyes changed slightly: "What about the plot of this world?!"

The tome in which he could write the plot first spontaneously ignited a page, and then was completely reduced to ashes.Is this world still controlled by the Dao of Heaven?

He desperately wants to know the answer, but what responds to him is the gathering of dark clouds and dense thunder.

When Yan Rongyi flew down Fushan, she just caught up with the last thunder.

When he went down the mountain, he wasted a little time by Ju Kun's side... because he was almost lost in the thunder clouds.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, Yan Rongyi learned to control her wings, and began to glide smoothly on the wind. Only then did she land on a thousand-year-old tree outside Fushan Town, watching Luo Yu rolling on the ground with great interest.

The white Taoist robe on Luo Yu's body could not see its original color for a long time, and was smashed into pieces of scorched earth by the sky thunder.

The shrill screams lingered above the forest, Yan Rongyi lay quietly on the branch, her eyes filled with indifference.

He would sympathize with anyone in this world, even Moxiu...but he would not sympathize with Luo Yu.

……main character.

If Luan Niao can make an expression, then Yan Rongyi must have a sneer on his face.

In the beginning, he also played the leading role.

It is precisely because he has been the protagonist that he knows what kind of fate the protagonist bears.

Luo Yu chose a completely different path from Yan Rongyi.

He couldn't say that Luo Yu's choice was wrong, after all, it's a common choice for people to live for themselves.

But Luo Yu walked the path Yan Rongyi walked, and she must have realized that the protagonist's chances are formed by the accumulation of cannon fodder.

It's not so much that Luo Yu doesn't care about the fate of cannon fodder, it's better to say that he never regards Wangshui, Baishuang, Qinqin... and people in this world as human beings.

In Luo Yu's eyes, other than the "protagonist" is the "villain".

There was sarcasm in Luanniao's black eyes, and a tinge of pity for a moment.

What will happen to everyone who thinks he is the protagonist?

No one knows it better than him.

Yan Rongyi spread her wings and flew under the tree.

Luo Yu, who was about to be struck inhuman by the lightning, struggled to get up from the ground, and the black mist carefully fell on his shoulders: "You...you..."

"Yan Rongyi... Yan Rongyi!" Luo Yu raised her hands, and the scorched flesh fell to the ground, and then turned into mist and dissipated.

He didn't take it seriously, and still stretched out his bony hands to the sky until the whole arm was gone, and he was still staring at a point in the void: "Yan Rongyi...don't let me find you..."

"……I want you to die!"

"...Everyone in the world wants you to die!"

Yan Rong shook her feathers impatiently, shaking off the blades of grass on her wings, and fluttered her wings in front of Luo Yu.

Naturally, Luo Yu wouldn't care about a luan bird that was so ordinary that it couldn't be more ordinary, what's more, what's more, the one in front of him was a luan bird with impure coat color.

Luan birds can be seen everywhere, and they seldom have their spiritual wisdom. Even if one of them has opened their spiritual wisdom, it is difficult to cultivate an adult.

Luan Niao jumped to Luo Yu's side in an awkward posture, tilted his head to look at his arms shrouded in black mist, and then jumped up like lightning, pecking off the remnant flesh on Luo Yu's arms.

"Ah—" Although Luo Yu's arms were made of black mist and lacked a piece of flesh, they still felt severe pain.

He fell to his knees again, powerless to drive away the Luan Niao, he could only urge Hei Wu: "Go... go give it to me..."

But the ostrich has disappeared.

Yan Rongyi flew into the sparse forest with the minced meat in his mouth, and watched helplessly as the minced meat disappeared in the wind, like a cloud of water vapor, before his wings touched it, it shattered.

...not a magician.

Luan Niao narrowed his eyes and washed his beak repeatedly with dew.

Before he became Ling Jiushen's disciple, he was imprisoned by the demon cultivator and fought against countless half-human, half-demon monsters.

He knew what Moxiu's blood looked like.

Luo Yu... is obviously not a demon cultivator.

Not even people.

After Yan Rongyi finished washing his beak, he no longer wasted time in Fushan Town, he spread his wings, took in a gust of cool wind, and flew towards Guanfeng Pavilion.

A silver-white butterfly landed on the spirit beast's feathers.

Yin Shaohua raised her hand and grabbed the butterfly's wings, a voice that only Guanfeng Pavilion disciples could hear entered her ears: "Dongfang Yu's wound is getting worse, come quickly."

Yin Shaohua's face turned pale, and he grabbed the beast-leading whistle on his waist, hurriedly summoned a huge white crane, and jumped up: "Take me to Brother Dongfang!"

The butterflies gathered around the crane dispersed in a rush. The crane flapped its wings, and the air waves swept away the fallen leaves all over the ground.

"Senior Sister Yin!" Disciples who were constantly concerned about Fengge rode up on spirit beasts of different shapes, "Senior Sister Yin, the injury of senior brother..."

"Senior Sister Yin, when will Elder Ge allow us to visit Senior Brother?"

"Senior Sister Yin..."

…………

Yin Shaohua took a deep breath, turned his head and shook his head at his juniors and sisters: "Senior brother has improved a little, but it's not suitable to move around. If you are for the good of senior brother, don't try to quarrel with him."

This sentence had exhausted all Yin Shaohua's courage, she turned her head in embarrassment, urged the crane to speed up, and then quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

The elders of the pavilion have all gone to Fushan Town to participate in the Demon Slaying Conference, and there are only a few disciples with advanced cultivation levels left in Guanfeng Pavilion.

For the sake of her junior and junior sisters... and also for the sake of her elder brother, she couldn't show the slightest panic.

She has to hold on, even if the elder brother...

Yin Shaohua didn't dare to think about it, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the crane's feathers, and buried his face in the crook of his arms.

If something happens to senior brother, what should Guan Fengge do?

Where should the disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion go?

Yin Shaohua came to the depths of the spirit beast forest with a chaotic mood.

The crane landed on the altar made of vines, and with a dull sound, it turned into a cloud of white smoke.

With tears in his eyes, Yin Shaohua took out a token from the armband, pressed it slowly against the void, and a long chant came from afar.

The air in front of her parted automatically, revealing a pitch-black void.

Yin Shaohua raised his legs and stepped in, his figure was instantly swallowed by the void.

And the separated air behind her closed quickly, as if it had never been split.

Countless brilliant light clusters briefly flashed before Yin Shaohua's eyes, and then everything settled down, and there was already another world in front of her eyes.

Snow-white vines twined to form a coffin that shone with dim light.

The bloodless Dongfang Yu lay inside, with faint blood stains on the blue robe.

Yin Shaohua walked over, knelt beside the coffin, holding a handkerchief, tremblingly wiping off the blood on Dongfang Yu's lapel.

"Eldest brother..." Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, "So what if you are Fei Lian? You are still my elder brother..."

Yin Shaohua was sad for a while, then forced the corners of his lips to curl up: "Is Fei Lian's blood poisonous? I dare not touch it, if it does...who?!"

Before the nun could finish her sentence, a dark figure suddenly flashed in the corner of her eye.

She immediately got up holding the beast whistle, and when she saw the man's face clearly, shock welled up in her eyes: "How could it be...you?"

Her astonishment stayed on her face, and the sharp sword pierced her chest.

Blood gushed out from the corner of Yin Shaohua's mouth, but she didn't care, she just stared blankly at the person in front of her.