So I'm the villain [Transmigration Book]

In the small courtyard of the manor, there was the sound of chopping vegetables from the kitchen, Shen Yi sat down at the table, and said with a casual smile: "I never knew that Master could cook, today I am lucky."

Monks don't need to eat, but Qingyu's memory is still at a young age, and her habits are still at a young age, such as meditating, or eating.

At this time, Feng Bumian said calmly: "Who told you that he can cook?"

Shen Yi was slightly taken aback, then saw Qingyu coming out of the kitchen, pushing Feng Bumian: "I'll leave it to you, Chef Feng."

Feng Bumian groaned, calmly put on a pink bowknot apron, rolled up his sleeves, and showed his strong arms.

Then a sharp light flashed in his eyes, a sharp kitchen knife appeared in his hand, and he strode into the kitchen.

Shen Yi: ...

Jiang Kui leaned against the window, nodded and said: "This knife is not bad."

Qingyu smiled and said, "Is that right? He forged it himself, and the material is meteorite."

Sky meteorite, the top material for refining equipment.At the beginning, Yaoguang lured Wangshuo to chase and kill Qin Yue with a piece of meteorite as reward. Who would have thought that Feng Bumian would be so reckless and use the meteorite to refine a kitchen knife!

As if to see what Shen Yi was thinking, Qingyu explained: "He said he doesn't need to make a sword, and it's useless to keep it, so... he used it to make a kitchen knife." Pointing to the surroundings, "Oh more than that It's a kitchen knife, as well as pots and bowls, door handles, mirrors, etc., all made of meteorites."

Shen Yi almost vomited blood, and said with difficulty for a long while: "He used up all of it?"

Qingyu shook her head: "There's a little left. Why, you want it?" He took out a small silver stone from the storage bag with his backhand, and handed it to Shen Yi, "If you want it, I'll give it to you."

Shen Yi hesitated for a moment, then reached out to pick up the stone, smiled and said, "Thank you."

Qingyu waved her hand and asked curiously, "What are you going to do here?"

Shen Yi was silent for a moment: "Sword refining."

Now even Jiang Kui was surprised: "You want to practice swords? Do you also want to be a sword repairer?"

"No. It's just—" Shen Yi paused, not knowing how to explain, the kitchen door opened with a creak, and Feng Bumian filled his left and right hands with dishes, and said expressionlessly, "Let's serve."

Qingyu smiled and took it over: "Let me see what this is? Wow, mountain bamboo shoots! Braised fish! I like to eat them all! You are amazing, Daoist Feng!"

Feng Bumian showed a helpless look: "Well, be good."

Shen Yi just watched Qingyu circling the wind like a little follower, with a good-natured smile on his face, not at all the cold and ethereal aura of the Immortal Venerable in the future, and was speechless for a while.

Jiang Kui also commented: "What a cute kid."

child!Shen Yi twitched the corner of her mouth: "My master just lost his memory, but he is actually over 300 years old."

Jiang Kui's expression was calm, and he lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Fu Ying said that the lifespan of our dragon clan is more than a thousand years old. To us, three hundred years old is indeed a child."

"..." Shen Yi looked at her, "Are you really a dragon?"

Jiang Kui hesitated for a moment: "I'm not sure. Fu Ying said yes." She subconsciously raised her hand to caress the snake pattern on her face, and said mockingly, "Maybe I'm a dragon that combined with a snake on a whim and gave birth to a dragon. descendants, otherwise why do I have snake patterns on my body?"

Shen Yi sized her up, nodded and said with a smile: "I will help you restore your normal appearance, as a reward for taking care of Xiaoxiao for me."

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Kui spread his hands, "So what if my face is normal? My blood is black and my skin is cold. After all, I am not a normal person."

She spoke few words, but her expression was indifferent to indifferent, as if she had already accepted the fact that she was a different kind.

But Shen Yi knew how much she hated herself for being a different kind.In the Penglai Secret Realm back then, she suffered all sorts of tortures for this.

Shen Yixin sighed, and pondered: "Maybe you can try to transform into a dragon? Like Fu Ying?"

Jiang Kui shook his head: "I tried, but I can't do it."

Shen Yi couldn't help frowning: "Strange..."

Jiang Kui was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I have nowhere to go, are you willing to accept me?"

Shen Yi looked in surprise, but saw Jiang Kui's expression was serious, looking seriously, there was hope in the depths of his eyes, shining brightly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Kui said again: "I don't care about good and evil, it doesn't matter if you want me to become a demon. If you want a sword, Xuanyuan Sword can also be given to you. Is this enough?"

"No, you misunderstood, Jiang Kui." Shen Yi came back to his senses, "As long as you want, of course I can do it—or even wish for it."

Jiang Kui smiled slightly: "Okay."

Shen Yi looked at her, but sighed: "As you are, you should actually look for the ethnic group. If it doesn't work, you can ask Fu Ying. Although he has been sealed under the Eastern Wilderness Sea for a long time, he should be better than us about the dragon clan." Much clearer."

"If I choose to help you, I already had a fight with Wangshuo, and Fuying won't wait to see me." Jiang Kui said flatly, "Besides, I'm not interested in finding my clansmen, so it's good to follow you."

Shen Yi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This really flatters me."

Jiang Kui took a sip of tea noncommittally, when Feng Bumian brought the last dish, Qingyu took a bottle of wine, and poured a glass for the four of them one by one, the aroma of the wine immediately overflowed and the aroma was alluring.

Outside the window, Yingying and swallows were singing, Qingyu raised his glass and said with a smile: "This glass of wine is just to welcome Shen Yi and Jiang Kui, and cleanse the dust for you!"

Feng Bumian took off his apron and threw it aside, raising his eyebrows slightly: "You are welcome to jump into the fire pit, and we will be together with us, like a nest of snakes and rats."

Qingyu said angrily: "The wind never sleeps!"

Feng Bumian smiled and raised his hands in surrender when he heard the words, and when Qingyu turned his head away, he shrugged again, raised his glass to Shen Yi, and drank it all in one gulp.

Shen Yi smiled slightly, and drank it all in one gulp.

After this glass of wine, Feng Bumian asked: "Qin Yue's invitation, how are you going to respond?"

"Shh." Shen Yi made a gesture, "Let's eat the food first."

Feng Bumian knew that he didn't want Qingyu to know about it, so he didn't insist.On the contrary, Shen Yi smiled at Qingyu: "Master, do you want to restore your memory?"

Feng Bumian paused, Qingyu nodded: "Of course! Fellow Daoist Shen, do you have a solution?"

Shen Yi didn't answer, but asked instead: "Once you recover your memory, you have to leave here."

"What's the matter?" Qingyu didn't take it seriously, "A monk should travel all over the world, not to mention that I am a disciple of Shenwei, and I will return to Shenwei sooner or later."

Feng Bumian didn't speak, but Shen Yi said: "Once you recover your memory, you have to separate from Feng Bumian."

Only then did Qingyu become quiet: "Why?" He paused for a moment, then said clearly, "Brother doesn't like Jiange, I'm afraid he won't let me be with Fellow Daoist Feng—ah no, I mean, together travel."

He slipped his tongue, his face blushed slightly, and he sneaked a glance at Feng Bumian, but seeing that his expression was serious, without any expression of joy, he couldn't help but be surprised.

What's going on here?He thought in a daze.

Shen Yi looked at Feng Bumian: "I thought you were mentally prepared."

Feng Bumian said lightly: "I just want to restore Ayu's memory, but it doesn't mean that I will let him recover."

Shen Yi showed a pitiful smile: "Do you think the master at that time would still be at your mercy like this?"

Feng Bumian pursed his lips: "Ayu will choose me."

Shen Yi was noncommittal, but turned his head and asked Qingyu in a warm voice: "Master, if you had to choose between Shenwei and Fengbumian, which one would you choose?"

Qingyu was dumbfounded for a moment: "I—"

He didn't go on, looking hesitant.

Feng Bumian seemed to be irritated by his hesitation, but he didn't want to get angry with Qingyu, so he sneered at Shen Yi: "Shen Yi, why don't you ask Qin Yue if you have time to watch the fun here? What will you choose between Dao Tu and you? Huh?"

Will he abandon you?Shen Yi?You must have the answer in your heart, otherwise, how could you leave the imperial capital alone.

Just like Ayu abandoning me, just like when I left Shenwei alone, Feng Bumian thought to himself, his expression indifferent.

Shen Yi and Feng Bumian looked at each other, their expressions were impeccable, but they both knew that their hearts were equally lonely.

After a long while, Shen Yi murmured: "You're right. Qin Yue and I separated after all. But I have to correct you on one point - it's not that he abandoned me, but that I abandoned him. "

"The same is the end of the world." Shen Yi sighed softly, stretched out his hand to fill a glass for himself, and gave way to Chaofeng Wusomn, "Let me remind you, whoever makes the choice will suffer the pain. Do you have the heart to let Qingyu suffer this pain?" ?”

He drank it all, turned and left.

Feng Bumian sat stiffly on the spot, his expression suddenly changed.

Qingyu looked at him worriedly: "What are you talking about? What happened to Qinyue? What happened to you? Fellow Daoist Feng? Wind does not sleep?"

Feng Bumian turned his head to look at him, his eyes were full of turbulent waves, and finally regained his calm.

In the end, he took a deep look at Qingyu and said in a low voice, "In that case, let me make the decision."

As the sun was setting, Shen Yi lay on the roof, from the sky full of sunset clouds to the galaxy spinning, motionless, as if falling asleep.

Until Feng Bumian's figure flashed beside him, his long black hair fluttered in the evening wind like the wings of a goshawk.

He sat beside Shen Yi, drinking the wine in his hand, with a pale expression.

After a while, he finally said: "Go and restore Ayu's memory, and send him back to Shenwei."

Shen Yi didn't open his eyes: "Didn't you say that you believe that Master will choose you?"

"His heart is with me," Feng Bumian whispered, "but his life was given by Shenwei. Now that Shenwei is in decline, he will definitely choose to work for Shenwei. come back to me."

Shen Yi reminded him softly: "When the dust settles, one of you or Master will be turned into ashes."

Feng Bumian shook his head: "I will win, and I will protect Ayu."

Shen Yi opened his eyes and looked at Feng Bumian thoughtfully: "Are you so sure that we will win?"

Feng Bumian looked at him, "Aren't you sure about this?"

Shen Yi smiled slightly: "Of course I am sure."

Feng Bumian turned his eyes away: "That's it, you have also discovered that there is a problem with the way of heaven."

"I have had a question since the day I entered Taoism. Why were there so many saints 800 years ago, but 800 years since Sheng Yuan, there hasn't been a single saint?" Feng Bumian said slowly, "Is it because later generations are stupid, or is it the way to become a saint? Has it been destroyed long ago?"

Shen Yi's eyes flashed: "Destroy the road to sanctification?"

"Not to mention anything else, let's just talk about the Taoist Xuanyuan, the former master of the Shenwei Sword Sect. He is the most determined person I have ever met. Everyone believes that he will become a saint, everyone." Feng Bumian laughed Laughing, "You don't believe me, my senior brother Mo Zhiyun is also the master of the Jiange Pavilion, he is very good at divination, and he never misses. Back then, he secretly did a divination for Xuanyuan, and the divination also said that he would definitely become a saint. "

Shen Yi murmured: "But Xuan Yuan failed."

Feng Bumian nodded: "Not only him, but within 100 years after Xuanyuan, all the ancestors who were at the peak of the Mahayana realm and one step away from the saint realm—from the all-powerful monks to the distant and mysterious members of the Dragon Clan, all fell for no reason. Yes, without exception."

Shen Yi was silent for a moment, and Feng Bumian murmured again: "I was thinking at the time, this is really an evil door. The road to sanctification was suddenly closed, and no one could pass, not a single one."

Shen Yi's thoughts turned: "Maybe it's not closed, but waiting for the birth of a real saint?"

The Saint Realm is only opened for that person, and all the rest are blocked from entering.

This "true sage" is undoubtedly the Taoist chosen by the Heavenly Dao, that is, Qin Yue.

Hearing his words, an inexplicable look flashed in Feng Bumian's eyes: "Yes. Not long after that 100 years, I met Fluctlight, and that's what Fluctlight told me."

Shen Yi raised her eyebrows slightly: "You were bewitched then?"

"Yes." Feng Bumian nodded and said, "At that time, I only felt that there was no hope in cultivating Taoism. When I was traveling around, I met Fluctlight for some reason. He claimed to be a monk 800 years ago, and he mastered the secret technique to truly enter the realm of saints. , and said that all this is because the sanctified person does not listen to the order of heaven, nor bows to the heaven, Tiandao makes a decision in anger, only the person he chooses can be sanctified, which makes everyone fall—including Shake Light."

Shen Yi couldn't help laughing: "So, Yaoguang cultivating demons wants to resist the way of heaven? Isn't that my fellow man?"

"Forget it, ever since Yaoguang found out that he could not become a saint, he only wanted to subvert the Sheng Dynasty and repay the hatred of Sheng Yuan's massacre. Apart from that, he had no other ideas." Feng Bumian sneered, "So In the Penglai Secret Realm, I am willing to cooperate with you to kill him."

As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows: "It's better for such a person to be a demon king than myself!"

Shen Yi couldn't help but said: "Actually, I don't blame Yaoguang. We are the only two of us in the world who have the terrible idea of ​​'overthrowing the way of heaven'."

"It's just that they still think that the way of heaven is the father of the world, and they didn't expect it to be corrupted—this is especially true for Qingyu, who regards the way of heaven as a god. I tried to show him the true face of the way of heaven several times, but he always regarded it as absurd. Words." Feng Bumian drank the wine one after another, "It doesn't matter, after we destroy the Dao of Heaven, the truth will be revealed to the world, and Qingyu will naturally understand me."

Feng Bumian was probably a little drunk, and his face was no longer expressionless.When he said that Qingyu didn't believe him, he had a look of indignation on his face, which was somewhat similar to Qinyue.

Shen Yi was in a trance for a while: "Yes, it is difficult for a rebellious person to convince the public, and what he said is always regarded as absurd."

Feng Bumian knew who he was talking about, and showed a meaningful smile: "Qin Yue, once he becomes the leader of the righteous way, he will be assimilated by the world."

He said casually: "For example, he is as stubborn and conceited as his father, or he is like the emperor who kills and seizes life, regards life as an ant, and regards power as a standard—oh, Daoist Qin!"

As he spoke, he turned his gaze and looked at Shen Yi: "I'm only worried, will you be willing to kill him then? Shen Yi? Lord Demon Lord?"

Shen Yi's expression was calm: "One day we will fight to the death, it's a happy fight, isn't it good?"

He paused, then chuckled softly: "As for the assimilation you said - I believe he won't."

"Then let's wait and see." Feng Bumian spread his hands noncommittally, "I heard that you are going to see Qin Yue? When are you going?"

"No rush." ​​Shen Yi mused, "I still need some arrangement."

Feng Bumian looked down at him: "For example?"

"For example," Shen Yi looked at him, blinked his eyes, "this-friend Daoist Feng, big brother, I have a heartfelt request."

Feng Bumian was startled in an instant: "Did you take the wrong medicine?"

"No." Shen Yi sat up and said seriously, "I want to borrow Qingyu, is that okay?"

"..." Feng Bumian, "What exactly are you going to do?"