So I'm the villain [Transmigration Book]

Qingyu walked into the alley familiarly, and Lan Feng followed him step by step, looking around constantly: "Oh, this house has collapsed, this one over here should be my friend's house - it's really horrible, and There's not even a shadow of a person... what should I do?"

Lan Feng stood in front of the ruined wall and meditated, his eyes lit up for a while, and he looked at Qingyu with a smile: "Brother, look, I have no relatives here, and even the only friend I know has disappeared, but I happened to meet you." I fell in love with you, this is really a predestined fate. How about Xiongtai take me in, so that I can slowly find my friend, what do you think, Xiongtai?"

Qingyu looked at him indifferently, Lan Feng took a few steps closer, bent slightly, looked into his eyes, and said with a smile in his eyes, "Just take pity on me."

At that moment, his demeanor was unrestrained and unrestrained, his black eyes were full of emotion, and with just one simple sentence, he had already talked about thousands of romances and boundless flowers and moons.

Qingyu fell into a trance for a moment, and agreed in a daze: "...OK."

Lan Feng straightened his body and clapped the folding fan in his palm: "This is great! Where is Xiongtai's house? Can you invite me to take a look?"

Qingyu glanced at him silently, turned around and opened the door opposite Lan Feng's "friend"'s house: "Come in."

Lan Feng showed a look of surprise, not sure if it was real or pretending: "This is such a coincidence! Xiongtai actually lives opposite my friend!"

Qingyu paused, and was about to close the door with his backhand. Lan Feng from outside the door rushed over and squeezed into the room at the last moment, saying repeatedly: "Okay, I won't talk anymore, brother, don't be angry .”

He unfolded the folding fan and fanned it slightly, calmly posing in a handsome pose, unexpectedly Qingyu said coldly: "The wind never sleeps?"

Lan Feng's expression remained unchanged: "What?"

Qingyu looked at him carefully for a while, and Lan Feng looked at him calmly: "What did you say just now? I didn't hear clearly."

Qingyu finally said: "Nothing."

After he finished speaking, he took one last look at Lan Feng, turned around and left with a flick of his sleeves.

Behind him, Lan Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his folding fan with a swipe, and followed in leisurely.

"I haven't asked yet, what does Xiongtai do?" Lan Feng asked casually as he followed Qingyu.

"Don't do anything, just dawdle." Qingyu stood still in front of the desk, slowly studying the ink.

"Brother, you were joking, you don't look like a fool at all." Lan Feng said.

"Writing and writing and looking at the scenery in this eternal city all day, isn't it just dawdling?" Qingyu didn't raise her head.

Lan Feng asked again: "May I ask how long Xiongtai has lived in Yongcheng?"

"Three years." Qingyu kept writing, "I have been staying here since I woke up at the foot of Shenwei Mountain three years ago."

"Shenwei Mountain?" Lan Feng was very interested, "Shenwei Sect on Shenwei Mountain is a famous fairy sect. Could it be that Xiongtai is also a fairy?"

Qingyu still didn't look up at him: "So what? Anyway, I can't do anything, I'm just a useless idler."

There was some melancholy in his words, Lan Feng looked at him without blinking, and said with a smile: "Brother, don't underestimate yourself. A person like Xiongtai is born to live a carefree and leisurely life. Don't say that even if Xiongtai doesn't do anything, it is still a beautiful scenery in the world."

Qingyu finally couldn't help but look up at him: "You are so proficient in sweet words, do you think Mr. Feng often compliments others?"

"How is it possible? No matter how many sweet words I have, I only talk to one person." Lan Feng didn't change his face, "Also, my surname is Lan, not Feng. Brother, you should call me 'Mr. Lan'."

"I made a slip of the tongue and called you an old friend of mine." Qingyu said lightly, "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter." Lan Feng waved his hands and couldn't help asking, "Brother Tai is so handsome, I think the old man is also an outstanding person."

Qingyu smiled suddenly: "Him? He's just a bastard."

"..." Lan Feng, "Really?"

"He helped me recover my memory, and then threw me in a coma under Shenwei Mountain, what is it if he's not a bastard?" Qingyu continued, "Not only that, but he also speaks frivolously, behaves sloppily, and likes to pretend to be a pure scholar when he has nothing to do. Disturbing people's peace, is simply a hooligan."

"..." Lan Feng sighed, "How can Xiongtai speak ill of a friend behind his back?"

Qingyu asked back: "Who told you that he is my friend?"

Lan Feng couldn't help being surprised: "Oh? It's not a friend, what is that?"

Qingyu looked at him for a while: "Of course it's an enemy. Who told him to be a demon? It's fine if he is not caught by me. If he dares to appear in front of me, I will bring him to justice no matter what." .”

Lan Feng blinked his eyes in his shallow eyes: "Since the birth of the demon cultivator, it has indeed caused chaos in the world. But after the Battle of the Eastern Desolation, the world has gradually had different views on the demon cultivator. All living beings are equal, and demon cultivators are just a type of monk, and should coexist peacefully with monks and mortals—what do you think, brother?”

Qingyu shook her head slightly: "Killing is the nature of demon cultivators. Isn't the bloody facts enough to prove this? Peaceful coexistence is just an unrealistic idea put forward by Shen—the demon king."

"Is it unrealistic? That's what I thought before. But now, many people agree with this idea. Maybe it will be realized one day. It's not impossible." Lan Feng said with a smile.

"A lot of people? It's just that Jiange and the Qin family are building momentum. After 900 years, how can the impression of Moxiu in the hearts of the world be reversed so easily?" Qingyu said, "As for why Jiange and the Qin family are trying so hard to cleanse them?" Bai Moxiu—"

His words stopped abruptly, and he sighed softly: "Qin Yue, Qin Yue! Why bother!"

Lan Feng raised his eyebrows: "Where love comes, you don't feel bitter."

His voice was very low and light, as if he was talking about Qin Yue, but also as if he was talking to himself.

Qingyu still heard it, but said: "I don't think it's a good thing to bet on the safety of the world for personal reasons."

"It's a game of chess, the world is a game of chess, and the joy of life is nothing more than that." Lan Feng smiled, "Besides, the Taoist scriptures also say, 'Saints are not benevolent, and people are humble dogs'—Brother Tai is still too soft-hearted. "

Qingyu stopped talking, and after a while she said sullenly: "I know I'm just too benevolent for a woman."

Lan Feng gave up his position in an instant, and coaxed in a low voice: "Actually, it's good to be soft-hearted. I envy soft-hearted people the most, they are so cute."

"..." Qingyu couldn't help but glanced at him, took the folded letter and left.

"Hey hey!" Lan Feng shouted behind him, "I haven't asked brother's name yet!"

"Li Ergou!" Qingyu said angrily without turning her head.

Upon hearing this, Lan Feng spread his hands and smiled helplessly.

At this time, a man wearing a cloak walked into the Yongcheng government office.I don't know what he showed the guards. They all looked at the cloaked man with mysterious faces, almost in a trance, and invited the city lord of Yongcheng. When the lord saw him, his face changed suddenly.

"Your Majesty—" the city lord excitedly said.

"Shh." The man in the cloak made a silent gesture, "Is the immortal Qingyu here?"

The city lord swallowed the title with difficulty, and replied cautiously: "The immortal just left."

"Go and call him." The cloak said humanely, "Just say I want to see him. Just him alone."

He turned his head and looked outside, his eyes flashed: "Hurry up."

The city lord responded repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I will do it now."

The city lord arranged the man in the cloak without stopping, and then arranged for someone to be called Qingyu, while he hurriedly wrote the official document, his heart was pounding when he wrote the pen, and every word and every sentence made people tremble with fear——

"We found His Majesty." The city lord recalled the blood-stained cuffs of the cloaked man in his mind, and wrote after deliberation, "Your Majesty seems to be injured, please come and greet the Holy Driver quickly."

At this time, he didn't care about how his Majesty, who had been missing for many years, suddenly appeared, and why he appeared in Yongcheng after the catastrophe. General Pei, who holds the military power, and Daoist Qin, who has extraordinary cultivation.

He used the extremely precious spiritual power wax, which was a messenger talisman ordered by Shenweizong to prepare for the court. There were only two of them in each city.The two fire paints flew across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, across the ice, snow and wind and frost, and finally flew in the same direction, which was Jiange.

It's normal for Qin Yue to be in Jiange.What is surprising is that General Pei was not in the imperial capital, nor did he personally lead troops to aid Yongcheng. Instead, he walked up to Jiange Snow Mountain and knocked on the gate of Jiange.

He didn't realize that there was a big news coming to him, just like Jiange disciples didn't realize that the so-called messenger of the imperial capital was actually General Pei himself.

The Jiange disciples who led the way looked at the group of envoys from the imperial capital who were dressed in military uniforms, their faces covered under the helmets, and only their eyes were exposed, and couldn't help laughing at them for being so afraid of the cold.But the soldiers were serious and straight to the point: "Where is Daoist Qin? Please come out and see him."

The disciple of Jiange said: "The Taoist master doesn't see anyone, so if you have anything to say, just tell the chief—hehehe!"

The envoys drew out their long knives in an instant and aimed at the disciple's throat, and said coldly, "Get out of the way."

The disciple looked surprised: "How dare you do anything to the Jiange people!"

Among other things, Jiange is famous for being good at fighting. Even when Shenweizong was in full swing, he would never fight Jiange easily, let alone now.

But the people in this army don't seem to understand the "rules" of the world of cultivating immortals, or they don't care.They have no spiritual power, and they don't know how to practice skills, but the unflinching murderous look in their eyes and the cold sharp blade in their hands all show that although they are mortals, they are indeed iron-blooded masters.

Although Jiange disciples often fight with others, but few of them have killed others.At this time, facing the calm eyes of the soldiers who are used to life and death, they became at a loss.

Fortunately, a person came over at this time, stretched out his hand and flicked the blade in front of him, and said kindly: "What's the matter? Talk to me if you have something to say!"

Following his momentum, the blade was forced to put the knife back into its sheath. The Jiange disciples breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up, it was Mo Zhiyun.

"Old Mo!" The disciples wept with joy, and cried out, "They draw their swords when they meet! They can't be stopped!"

Mo Zhiyun took a look at the soldiers, and before he could speak, he saw the leader reaching out to take off his helmet, and the ends of his black hair were flying in the wind and snow.

Several years have passed, and fine lines have appeared on the corners of Pei Yuanzhi's eyes, and then what appears on him is the aura that has been in the top position and strategizing for a long time, and the demeanor is so calm that it is surprising.

After all, the impulsive and irritable little general Pei, the carefree young master Qin, and the academically excellent head Shen Yi on Shenwei Mountain all happened a long time ago.

Over the years, everything has changed, perhaps the only constant is the relationship between Pei Yuanzhi and Qin Yue who don't like each other.

"Pei Yacha... Oh no, General Pei!" Mo Zhiyun looked him up and down, "What a rare visitor!"

Pei Yuanzhi nodded to Mo Zhiyun calmly and said, "It's me, I'm here to find Qin Yue."

"He, he hasn't seen anyone recently." Mo Zhiyun said, "I'm really sorry."

"Since I've come in person, I'll see him if he doesn't see him." Pei Yuanzhi said coldly, "If he really doesn't want to come out, then I'll just break in!"

Mo Zhiyun had a headache: "Oh...why is this?"

Seeing his unusual status, Pei Yuanzhi finally opened his mouth and said: "Isn't it enough for him to pretend to be deaf and dumb in the past three years? The emperor asked several times to eradicate the demon cultivator and stabilize the world, but he was perfunctory. Does he still want to be perfunctory?"

"If he still has breath, come out and meet people." Pei Yuanzhi said coldly, "Or is he really a useless person who can't lift his sword anymore?"

Everyone was silent for a moment, Mo Zhiyun frowned slightly, and racked his brains thinking about how to deal with this little ancestor who was not good at talking.

The scene fell into a stalemate for a while, until the door behind Mo Zhiyun creaked open.

Everyone looked up, only to see a person coming out of the hall, he was wearing a snow-white fox fur, the fine snowflakes fell on his deep eyebrows and eyes, and then quietly melted away.

"So it's a distinguished guest from the imperial capital." Qin Yue said lightly, "Please come in."