villain is a good guy

The wind blew the black robe on the monk's body, and Bai Shuang proudly saw the lavender lightning under the robe.

Fushan Xiaoyao sword, forget the water.

Bai Shuang gritted her teeth, and pointed the sword in her hand at the person covered in black robe again.

His hands were trembling, and his voice was trembling: "Brother Wangshui, don't hide, I know it's you."

If the sword cultivates his body and dies, then his natal flying sword will no longer be controlled by anyone, and will gradually disappear in time together with his master.

But now the Xiaoyao Sword is still there, that is to say, the person who drove him...

"When did you find out?" Wang Shui took off his hood, revealing that terrifying face.

Bai Shuang was shocked all over, and took half a step back in disbelief.

Wang Shui laughed at himself mockingly: "It's scary, isn't it?"

Bai Shuang was speechless.

"But I would rather become like this than become a demon cultivator." Wang Shui stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, and the dense white bones glowed faintly in the sun. No one would have thought that this white bone had once picked up a sharp knife The sword has cut countless terrifying monsters, "Bai Shuang, do you know? I don't regret it at all."

"...Because I'm still a human being." Wang Shui tapped his forehead with his phalanx, "I haven't forgotten who I am."

"What the hell...what's going on?" Bai Shuang gritted her teeth and stabilized her wobbly body, "Senior Brother Wangshui, what the hell are you..."

"I'm a demon cultivator." Wang Shui interrupted Bai Shuang, shrugging his shoulders indifferently, "And it's a demon cultivator who has been implanted with demon seeds a long time ago."

"...You don't have to make excuses for me, no one forced me, becoming a demon cultivator is voluntary."

"...The reason why I became the ghost I am now is because I don't believe in evil, and I want to dig out the devil seeds from my body."

"...I did dig out the demon seed, but I can't go back to Fushan either."

"Why?" The tears in Bai Shuang's eyes fell following Wang Shui's words, he flew up to Wang Shui unwillingly, and asked loudly, "Brother, why is this?"

His senior brother, obviously... is obviously a sword cultivator of the Fushan School, how could he be a demon cultivator?

So what if it's a demon cultivator, isn't the demon seed dug out?

Even if it becomes what it is now, he doesn't care, Senior Brother Yan doesn't care, and Master certainly doesn't care!

Bai Shuang grabbed Wang Shui's collar and looked over without fear, even though one of Wang Shui's eyes had no eyeball, and there was a dark white fire hanging in the empty eye socket, he still didn't look away: "Since You did it voluntarily, so tell me the truth, have you ever done anything to offend the Fushan faction in these years!"

Wang Shui brushed Bai Shuang's hand away impatiently, leaving a light bloodstain on the back of his hand with the phalanges: "What's the point of talking about this now?"

"Why is it meaningless?" Bai Shuang's sword lay across Wang Shui's neck, and she murmured in pain, "You... at least give me a reason to kill you."

The mournful cries of spirit beasts came from the wind.

Wang Shui pondered for a moment, and suddenly realized: "Yin Shaohua died in my hands, is that enough reason for you to kill me?"

"You—!" Bai Shuang's eyes widened suddenly.

He could see Yin Shaohua's affection for Wangshui, so how could Wangshui himself not know about it?

"You...why do you..."

"For this." Wang Shui took out the quaint token from his pocket, "Without this token, I would not be able to see Dongfang Yu, I would not be able to see Dongfang Yu..."

"You even want to kill Dongfang Yu?" Bai Shuang passed the sword forward again, believing most of Wang Shui's words, "I...I really misread you..."

Since Bai Shuang joined the Fushan School, she followed Wang Shui's footsteps step by step until she was deeply sunken, until she could no longer take her eyes off Wang Shui's body.

His affection for Wang Shui has long been beyond the scope of his seniors, but now, with his sword in front of Wang Shui, Wang Shui is wrapped in a black robe, talking to him in a flat tone about the people he killed.

"This is the last time I will call you senior brother." Bai Shuang took a deep breath, and opened her closed eyes again, with only cold hatred left in her, "Forget the water, die!"

Wang Shui held the Xiaoyao sword, dodging the shadow of the sword that was rushing towards the door.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but in the end he met the piercing sword light silently: "Bai Shuang, you are not my opponent."

Bai Shuang took half a step back from the shock of the aura, and forced the corners of her lips to curl up: "That was before."

He stretched out his hand, grasped the two balls of light blue light hovering around his shoulders in the palm of his hand, and then pressed hard on the blade of the Flying Sword of Benming—the light blue light flourished, his robe fluttered with the wind, The spiritual energy in the body was running to the extreme, and even the eyes faintly revealed a blue light: "What about now?"

Wang Shui floated motionless in mid-air, quietly watching Bai Shuang's breath rising steadily, and then sighed: "This is so plausible."

Two figures, one black and one white, collided with each other, and the air wave exploded, and the Spirit Beast Forest never returned to its original calm.

When Yan Rongyi and Dongfang Yu returned to Guan Feng Pavilion, the disciples of Guan Feng Pavilion had just finished their evening class.

As soon as Dongfang Yu appeared, he was surrounded by excited juniors and juniors.

"Brother, is your injury healed?"

"Brother, you scared us to death!"

"Brother, where is Senior Sister Yin, why didn't she come back with you?"

"Brother, where did this ostrich come from?"

Yan Rongyi, who was lying on the white crane's forehead, heard the words, immediately flapped her wings, and fluttered to Dongfang Yu's shoulder: "Chirp, chirp, chirp."

——I come from Fushan.

Dongfang Yu: "..."

Dongfang Yu replied with a dry smile: "This ostrich is destined to be with me, you don't have to care about it... Where is Shaohua?"

"Senior Sister Yin went to see you." Immediately, the disciple of Feng Pavilion replied, "Brother, she just went there not long ago, and she may have missed you."

Dongfang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and glanced at Yan Rongyi unobtrusively.

Yan Rongyi's heart also lifted up.

... None of them saw Yin Shaohua.

"Let's go!" Dongfang Yu didn't care about anything else, and jumped onto Baihe's back, "Something may have happened to Shaohua."

"Eldest brother!" The disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion who were left behind chased Bai He and ran forward, "Eldest brother, who injured you?"

"Eldest brother, in order to seek justice for you, Mr. Ge has already gone to Fushan Town to prepare for the Demon Slaying Conference!"

"Eldest brother, we must seek justice for you!"

…………

Their cries were lost in the wind.

"Sorry, I will tell the truth when I get to Fushan Town." Dongfang Yu sighed, "It is really troublesome to explain this matter, Shaohua..."

"It's important to save people." Yan Rongyi shook his head, flew to the top of Baihe's head, looked at the rapidly retreating forest under his feet, "I came to look for you because I was worried that someone would attack you when you were unconscious."

"In case Yin Shaohua bumps into someone who wants to attack you..."

The consequences could be disastrous.

But when Yan Rongyi and Dongfang Yu came to Feilian's tomb again, it was exactly the same as when they left.

"Not here?" Yan Rongyi landed on the edge of the coffin, "Friend Dongfang, do your disciples in Guanfeng Pavilion have soul lamps?"

If there is a soul lamp, at least it can confirm whether Yin Shaohua is still alive.

"Soul Lamp?" Dongfang Yu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Friend Yan, our Guanfeng Pavilion is different from the Fushan School. The disciples in the pavilion do not have soul lamps, but after the disciples die, they will turn into silver butterflies in Guanfeng Pavilion."

A chill rolled down the back of Yan Rongyi's neck: "Those silver butterflies..."

"That's right, they are all disciples of Guanfeng Pavilion who have passed away in the past." Dongfang Yu raised his hand, and a silver butterfly flew out of the sleeve cage.

He looked at it full of nostalgia and tenderness: "Being transformed into a butterfly is life or death. There is no difference between a human being and a spirit beast."

"...Friend Daoist Yan, let's go."

"Don't look for it anymore?" Yan Rongyi flew to Bai He's side, "Perhaps your junior sister is still alive."

"There's no time." Dongfang Yu covered his heart and urged the white crane to take off, "Fellow Daoist Yan, I'm Fei Lian, and my perception of heaven and earth is different from that of humans."

"...I have a hunch that something big is going to happen."

When Yan Rongyi and Dongfang Yu rushed to Fushan Town, Ling Jiushen also came out of the cave.

Headed by several elders, countless disciples dressed in white robes knelt in front of him.

"Master."

"Master!"

"Master, is Brother Yan a demon cultivator?"

"Master, the elder of Guanfeng Pavilion said that Senior Brother Yan killed Dongfang Yu, is this true?"

All eyes were on Ling Jiushen.

There was doubt, there was fear, and...anger.

They didn't understand why Ling Jiushen wanted to protect a demon cultivator.

I don't understand why Ling Jiushen would rather be an enemy of the monks in the world than drive Yan Rongyi down Fushan.

... They wanted to kill Yan Rongyi to do the right thing.

"What else do you want to say?" Ling Jiushen put one hand behind his back, and a dazzling golden light flashed on the corner of his pitch-black robe.

The howling cold wind stopped for an instant, and even the swirling snowflakes floated in the air.

The chill emanating from the corner of Ling Jiu's deep robe seemed to be alive, and it spread to the feet of Fushan disciples, and then formed jagged ice crystals.

The gorgeous light illuminated one pale face after another.

They dare not say anything.

"In that case..." Ling Jiu sneered silently, turned around and walked back to the cave, his dark figure disappeared into the wind and snow in the blink of an eye like a ghost in the dark night.

"If you think Rong Yi is a demon cultivator, let's go." After a while, all the disciples of the Fushan School who were kneeling in front of the cave heard Ling Jiushen whisper impatiently, "The Fushan School I founded cannot accommodate you."

The disciples looked at each other, some got up and left, some still knelt on the spot, and some returned to the Tai Chi Dojo silently, practicing the Fushan sword technique over and over again.

The giant kun carrying the Fushan on his back uttered a long and distant chant, as if aware of the stormy atmosphere above and below the Fushan, he plunged into the sea of ​​clouds uneasily, revealing only his white wings.

The lingering mist covered the bloody sunset, the sky fire was extinguished in the rainstorm, and countless cranes flew down from the floating mountain.

They passed through the thick clouds and came to the world.

Luo Yu, who was lying in the inn, pushed open the wooden window with difficulty, looked at the long-singing crane, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Ling Jiushen, even the crane has given up on Fushan School, do you still want to persist?"

But Ling Jiushen never cared about the Fushan School.

He put his hands behind his back, motionless, like a statue carved out of ice and snow.

- pat.

A drop of water fell on Ling Jiushen's feet, and he suddenly opened his eyes.

Yan Rongyi is back.

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