So I'm the villain [Transmigration Book]

In the valley thousands of miles away from the imperial capital, Shen Yi's eyelids twitched for some reason.

He put down the Taoist scripture in his hand, pressed his forehead, and frowned slightly.While several people in the small courtyard were busy, no one noticed his abnormality for the time being.

It was early morning at this time, and the morning fog had not cleared. Qingyu directed Feng Bumian to pack his luggage, and Jiang Kui held the kitten in his arms and stood silently watching.

At first when Feng Bumian said that he would take him away from here, Qingyu was not very happy.Until Shen Yi said with a smile: "Master, please come to my house as a guest, okay?"

Shen Yi's home?Qingyu was slightly taken aback, and then agreed.

Shen Yi is his apprentice—to be precise, his future apprentice. Although Qingyu hasn't seen him much since she lost her memory, that kind of kindness and trust has long been rooted in her heart.

Qingyu often thought that in the future he must be very satisfied with this apprentice, and besides being satisfied, he also noticed that there was some guilt mixed with the concern in his heart.

Why did he feel guilty towards Shen Yi?Is it because he feels that he is not by Shen Yi's side for a long time, and he is responsible for losing his teacher?

Qingyu didn't know the answer, he only knew that this guilt made him even more unable to refuse Shen Yi's request.

Now that he agreed, he started to pack his luggage. The so-called packing is nothing more than throwing the things he needs into the storage ring.

Only then did Qingyu remember to ask Shen Yi: "Shen Yi, speaking of which, where is your home?"

As if suddenly awakened from a dream, Shen Yi stared at him for a long while before slowly saying: "Donghuang."

Qingyu was a little surprised: "Donghuang?... This is really surprising."

Donghuang is far away from the Central Plains, and it is known as a fierce and chaotic place in the entire world of cultivating immortals. As the saying goes, there are no good people in Donghuang, and the gods are full of bones-everyone in Donghuang is cruel and merciless, so Qingyu heard Shen Yi like this. Quiet and elegant, but when he came from Donghuang, he couldn't help showing an expression of disbelief.

Feng Bumian caught a glimpse of his expression, pointed to Shen Yi, and said casually, "He didn't grow up in Donghuang, he just moved to Donghuang recently."

Qingyu was even more stunned: "Move?"

"That's right," Feng Bumian put on Qingyu's robe, fiddling with the laces of the robe with his slender fingers, "The home he built with his own hands is a new house that no one has ever lived in."

Feng Bumian spoke half-truths and half-falsely, with a casual expression, making Qingyu not sure whether he was joking or telling the truth.

So he patted Feng Bumian's hand away angrily, turned his head to look at Shen Yi, and then Shen Yi smiled lightly and said: "It's true. It's a small shabby room, I hope Master will not dislike it."

Qingyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "What do I hate? These are all external things, not to mention that you built them yourself."

He paused as he spoke, a little curious: "You really made it yourself? Then I'm really looking forward to it—where is it in Donghuang? What does it look like?"

Shen Yi coughed: "This, I don't know. Presumably it's...um, a magnificent palace?"

Seeing that Qingyu's head was full of question marks, Shen Yi spread his hands: "Actually, the house hasn't started yet."

Qingyu: ...

Shen Yi thought for a while, and remedied: "But I have already chosen a name."

He stretched out his hand, thousands of black air appeared at the fingertips, intertwined into a black palace.Although the palace is only the size of a palm, every detail is extremely clear, from the smooth roof to the wildebeest under the eaves, like a black eagle about to fly, full of breathtaking tension.

Qingyu opened her eyes slightly, as if she had already seen the palace standing on the top of the Eastern Desolation.

Shen Yi looked carefully at the palace in the palm of his hand, and slowly said: "Its name... just be Langshan Palace."

In the original book, the palace of the Demon Lord Yaoguang, Langshan Palace.

The Langshan Temple, which had been shining brightly, shocked the world as soon as it was born, and made people change their faces when they heard about it. As for his Langshan Temple, he wanted it to be more magnificent, and he wanted Tiandao to tremble when he heard the name.

Shen Yi squinted his eyes slightly at the Langshan Palace in the Eastern Desolation God Territory. It was considered impolite to use this palace to entertain Qin Yue and a group of orthodox monks.

Qingyu looked at the palace in amazement for a long time, then sighed regretfully: "It's a pity that it hasn't been built yet, I seem to see what it looks like soon."

Shen Yi withdrew his hand, followed by Wan Qian Guanghua: "It will be soon, I promise."

Feng Bumian said coldly: "I don't think we should build it, just go to the inn, anyway, if you have money, you can buy the whole Donghuang," he said with some thought-provoking looks in his eyes. , "In this way, the entire Eastern Wasteland will belong to you."

Shen Yi just smiled: "That won't work."

He obviously had the same tone as usual, with a friendly smile, but it made Feng Bumian see that there was something that could not be refused.Feng Bumian smiled noncommittally, and didn't say any more.

Qingyu heard the pointed conversation between the two of them again, and she was sure that they had something to hide from her, but unfortunately, no matter how to ask Feng Bumian, this person just didn't say anything, which made people feel suffocated.

Thinking of this, Qingyu became a little gloomy, said "I'll go out and have a look", stood up and walked out of the small courtyard, leaving behind two secretly confronting Moxiu and an indifferent Jiang Kui standing in place.

Jiang Kui seemed unaware of all the things they were entangled in. He just played with the kitten in his arms in silence and said, "I want to take it away."

Shen Yi said lightly: "As you wish."

Jiang Kui said again: "I want to name it Mao Mao."

Shen Yi paused, and finally showed some helplessness in his expression: "It's up to you, don't ask me."

I just worry about the food, clothing, housing and transportation of a group of moxiu, why should I worry about what name you give a cat?

Shen Yixin complained, but Jiang Kui breathed a sigh of relief as if he had settled something important, and carried the cat outside happily, and even hummed a song, his voice echoing the soft meowing of the cat.

He really doesn't understand the brain circuit of this dragon-like creature, Shen Yi thought to himself.

Only Shen Yi and Feng Bumian were left in the room. Feng Bumian leaned back on the armchair, propped his head with one hand, and said casually: "Do you really want to build a barrier palace in Donghuang?"

Shen Yi hummed, and continued to look at her own scriptures.

Feng Bumian glanced at the book, it was the content of the Nine Directions Enchantment Curse, knowing that he really had made up his mind and he was bound to get it.

Is it imperative?Why is he so sure?

Feng Bumian narrowed his eyes slightly: "May I ask, Lord Mojun, how is your cultivation now?"

He half-jokingly said: "The imperial capital was already at the peak of Mahayana, these days, wouldn't it be already a sage?"

Only then did Shen Yi look up at him, but she answered irrelevantly: "You should know that there has been no saint state in the world for 800 years."

"It can't be forever." Feng Bumian said, "There will always be someone to end this 800-year history."

Shen Yi pondered: "Maybe, but this person may not be me."

Feng Bumian was silent for a while, and suddenly laughed: "Shen Yi, you are the master of the demon world, determined to destroy the heavenly way, but don't you even have the confidence to enter the saint realm?"

Shen Yi's face was calm: "You also know that killing the Heavenly Dao and advancing to the Saint Realm are actually the same thing—this is true for all those who have not been selected by the Heavenly Dao."

Feng Bumian's eyes flashed: "It sounds like someone has been chosen by the Dao of Heaven? Who is he?"

He seemed to be guessing casually, and laughed: "It can't be the famous Daoist Qin Yue, right? The youngest cultivator who has transformed into a god in a thousand years, and has a high reputation in the world of cultivating immortals and the secular world—see It seems that you are really blessed, could it be that you are really a chosen person?"

When he said "The Chosen One", there was a hint of mockery in his words, but Shen Yi nodded with a serious expression: "It's him."

Feng Bumian raised one eyebrow high, and in the brief silence, Shen Yi repeated in a low voice: "It's Qin Yue."

When he said the name, his tone seemed to be chant, just like the tender and lingering time.

Feng Bumian looked at him carefully, and after a while, he said with pity in his eyes, "You can't let him go."

Shen Yi didn't answer, just lowered his head and turned another page of the book.

Feng Bumian didn't care, and touched his chin: "You look like this... Tsk, let me ask you, if Qin Yue swore to defend the way of heaven, what would you do?"

Shen Yi tightened her fingertips, and asked coldly: "If Qingyu vowed to defend the way of heaven, what would you do?"

Feng Bumian smiled: "That's different."

It was rare for him to see a couple worse than himself and Qingyu, and looking at Shen Yi at this moment, he couldn't help feeling sorry for him: "Qinyue is not Qingyu, Qingyu can be protected behind the scenes, but Qinyue cannot. Since he is the person chosen by the Dao of Heaven, he must stand on the cusp of the storm, and will never die with you, without any room for maneuver."

Shen Yi remained silent, her expression so cold that it was almost indifferent.

Feng Bumian took a fixed look at Shen Yi, and still said: "So Shen Yi...make a decision. Tiandao or Qinyue, who do you choose?"

Shen Yi was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled.

It was a sincere and heart-warming smile, appearing on the face of the scheming and scheming Demon Lord, it was extraordinarily shimmering and dazzling, and it even made people glimpse the serious look of the past.

Feng Bumian was stunned for a moment, until Shen Yi glanced at him: "It's true that Qin Yue is the son of heaven, but that was once, a long, long time ago, long before Qin Yue was born, the fate set by that person in Hongmeng."

As he spoke, he changed the subject: "But from the moment Qin Yue opened his eyes, he was no longer, not the so-called useless prodigal who can only be sanctified by a woman. He never was." Shen Yi hung down Yan Lian smiled lightly, "The wind never sleeps, I bet he won't stand on the side of the Heavenly Dao, he never belonged to the Heavenly Dao."

Shen Yi smiled slightly: "He belongs to me."

From the moment you and I meet, all established ridiculous fates are vulnerable, all shackles will be torn apart, and no one can stop you from burning wantonly.

It's like fate can't stop me.

"Just watch." Shen Yi smiled casually, "Qin Yue will be mine sooner or later, no one can take it away."