The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

"……ghost?"

The little firewood-cutter saw that they were unfamiliar, so he puffed out his chest and acted like a master: "I don't know, you are foreigners, right?"

Xu Xingzhi leaned on the remnant stone: "What about the foreign visitors? Could it be that the ghosts here are still cheating?"

Seeing that Xu Xingzhi dismissed his words, the little boy seemed offended, and emphasized: "The ghosts here are fierce. If you come to steal things, you will be bitten by ghosts."

"You are not afraid?"

"What am I afraid of?" Speaking of this, the boy looked quite proud, "I know them. My father said that when collecting firewood in the valley, there is no need to worship the gods, just offering incense and worshiping the ghosts in the valley. My father and I They all came to offer offerings to them. They are very spiritual. Once I was collecting firewood, it was getting dark early, and I couldn’t find my way back, and there were two ghosts in green clothes lighting lamps for me.”

Before she finished speaking, Lu Yujiu knelt down towards the boy with a bang, and kowtowed three times.

The little boy is obviously used to dealing with ghosts, but he doesn't know how to deal with people. Seeing that the masked man bowed straight up to him without saying a word, he was so frightened that he swallowed all his boastful words and ran away with a bundle of firewood. After a few steps, he hid behind the pine tree, showing a rough and panicked face: "It's over, I'm bewitched."

Although I don't know why these wild ghosts would go out in broad daylight, the boy still mustered up his courage and let go of his throat and shouted: "...Don't scare him. They haven't entered yet!"

Xu Xingzhi stepped forward, took off his outer robe, and involuntarily covered Lu Yujiu's head with his head down, who was about to stand up, and helped him stand firm, before turning his head to the kind and proud Xiao Chaitong: "Thank you .”

After finishing speaking, he supported the short Lu Yujiu with one hand, and stepped into the ruined valley gate.

"Ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai ai!" The boy yelled like a toothache, "I don't care if you are dead."

Xu Xingzhi turned back and pursed his lips with joy: "It's okay, we are familiar with people here."

The young man in his arms has been trembling ever since he leaned on Xu Xingzhi's body, so Xu Xingzhi led him into the door blindly all the way.

"...Cry if you want to cry." Xu Xingzhi smiled helplessly, lightly rubbed Lu Yujiu's stiff shoulders, and patted his back with a wooden hand, "The back is straightened."

Lu Yujiu walked with him across the grassy square.The valley is foggy, adding an extra layer of desolation to the bleakness. From the cracks in the paved blue bricks, small green and yellow stubble spewed out in twists and turns, and a big green grasshopper was startled out of it, following curiously along the way. Two strangers entered the main hall.

The gate of the main hall creaked open, and the sun struggled to break through the fog layer, throwing two or three squares of thin light neatly cut by the window lattice.

Next, the two walked around every corner of Qingliang Valley.

Candle residues and leaks are broken, rivers and hills are visible, and valleys are full of lonely souls, just like this.

After turning around, the two came back to the main hall.

Sitting in front of the steps, Lu Yujiu hugged his knees with his hands, and Xu Xingzhi's robe was still on his shoulders: "Senior brother Xu. I told you how I got into the valley."

"Talked."

... A little ghost cultivator who didn't know his own background, in order not to drag his young aunt down, ran away from home with his burden alone.

"It was spring." Lu Yujiu immersed himself in memories, and even his voice was dyed with the color of spring, "I walked and walked, and came here to rest. I saw the word 'Qingliang Valley' from a distance, and I just felt the name It sounds beautiful, the vegetation is beautiful, and I thought, it’s really nice here, with fog, flowers, trees, and many people, it’s like a home.”

Xu Xingzhi smiled, because Qingliang Valley with strict rules is actually the least homely place among the four sects.

Lu Yujiu also smiled: "I was the [-]th disciple when I entered the valley. Now I am the last one alive."

Xu Xingzhi stared at the mist that spread and circulated, and said softly: "It's good to be alive."

"The living should erect a monument for them." Lu Yujiu clenched her hands tightly on her knees, "They don't have a monument. I don't even know where they are buried."

"Who said that?" Xu Xingzhi said softly, "Isn't their monument right here?"

... The indomitable one is right beside him.

Seeing that Lu Yujiu couldn't comprehend what he meant for a while, Xu Xingzhi stood up, reached into his arms, and took out the Qinglianggu roster that Lu Yujiu copied with a stroke of pen.

He turned two pages, lowered his head and asked Lu Yujiu, "What time is it?"

Lu Yujiu was in a daze for a moment, looking at the sundial on the side of the hall, unskillfully judging the time of day from his 13 years of knowledge: "Noon is approaching."

"Xuechen told me that Qinglianggu counts personnel from time to time every day, morning meeting, afternoon meeting, and evening meeting." Xu Xingzhi patted the roster on Lu Yujiu's chest, "...Today, there will be roll call at noon."

Lu Yujiu panicked: "Xu, Senior Brother Xu, I..."

Xu Xingzhi ignored his panic: "Who are you?"

"I……"

Xu Xingzhi pressed his forehead hair with the handle of the fan, turned his face away and said sharply: "I ask you, who are you?"

"I am..." Lu Yujiu took a deep breath, "Lu Yujiu."

"Who is Lu Yujiu?"

Lu Yujiu's eyes flashed with determination, he broke away from Xu Xingzhi's suppression, took two steps backwards, raised his robe and bowed in Qinglianggu etiquette: "I am a low-level disciple of Qinglianggu, Lu Yujiu!"

"Do you have the legacy of Wen Xuechen, the previous senior brother of Qinglianggu?"

Lu Yujiu had tears in his eyes: "Yes!"

"Wen Xuechen died because of the protector faction, and his last wish was not fulfilled. Who should fulfill his wish?!"

"..."

Lu Yujiu's whole body was numb, her clenched fists trembled slightly, and she lost her voice for a moment, unable to speak.

Xu Xingzhi shouted: "I ask you, who is it?"

Lu Yujiu bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and the blood spread from the tip of his tongue, rushing his altar to nothingness: "Lu Yujiu!"

Xu Xingyi flicked his sleeves: "Lu Yujiu, call the roll!"

Throwing away the wooden hairpin and taking off his outer robe, Lu Yujiu tidied up the Qinglianggu robes that had been carefully hidden for many years. Holding the roster in his hand, he stepped onto the high platform step by step, and with a wave of his long sleeves, dense clouds rushed over. Cover up all the light of the sky.

The young man with the appearance and stature of a child stood on the high platform, opened his arms and chanted the incantation of the ghost clan, his robe was stirred up by spiritual power, and he was as fierce as fire: "—— Disciples of Qingliang Valley, come!!"

After losing the sun, there was a commotion in the valley, the smoke pillow was cold, and the cold air was blowing, which made Xu Xingzhi shiver.

Lu Yu stood alone on the stage, shouting loudly: "Wen Xuechen!"

According to the customary roll-calling habit of the four sects, the first name and surname of the first disciple are always placed first. Lu Yujiu bit these three words so loudly that there were echoes, as if he wanted to teach those who lie under the wild yellow sand to be can hear.

He was silent for a while, and no one responded.

So, Lu Yujiu took a deep breath and called out the next person's name: "Jie Xinyuan!"

His voice aroused layers of echoes in the sea-like square, but before it fell, a deep voice echoed: "Yes!"

Lu Yujiu, who was buried in the roster, suddenly looked up.

The square seemed to be filled with tens of millions of fireflies in an instant, and each transparent image was arranged in a square formation that Lu Yujiu was familiar with. He sat cross-legged on the weeds in front of the hall, and his eyes looked at the short man almost tenderly. youth.

Lu Yujiu's body and the hand holding the roster were shaking.With a trembling cry, he called out in a hoarse voice, "Jiang Yuanri!"

"Yes!"

"Wu Changsong!"

"Yes."

"Yang Lin!"

Xu Xingzhi looked at those ghosts tenderly, his whole body was cold, but his heart was beating extremely fast.

Two thousand, 680 seven names, a total of two thousand, 680 seven people.

Ordinary junior disciple Lu Yujiu, who can be used by almost all his seniors, Lu Yujiu, with what kind of love and deep affection, can he write down the names of these people?

Xu Xingzhi didn't know, but he only knew that Lu Yujiu, as the only living person in Qingliang Valley these years, carried the whole valley on his back.

After counting the last name, Lu Yujiu was finally exhausted, and the roster fell off the stage with a bang.

He knelt forward on the ground, covered his face and sobbed, and murmured: "Senior Brother, Senior Brother, Lu Yujiu is back... back..."

Xie Xinyuan, who was the first to respond just now, wandered onto the stage, looked at Lu Yujiu who was crying badly, and sternly scolded: "Why are you crying, you're useless."

Lu Yujiu walked up to his knees without hesitation, hugged his knees, and cried hoarsely.

Xie Xinyuan scolded again: "I just know how to cry."

As he spoke, he knelt down awkwardly, hugged the young man, and patted him on the back.

Nestled in that cold embrace, Lu Yujiu cried and apologized: "Senior brother, Lu Yujiu is a person of wrong ways... I didn't mean to sneak into the valley at the beginning, I wasn't..."

Jie Xinyuan was silent for a moment.

Lu Yu's Jiuyuanying body was completed, and he transformed all of it into ghost cultivation. The balance maintained during the dual cultivation of Taoism and ghost before was broken, and the breath of ghost cultivation could no longer be concealed.Since Lu Yujiu entered the door just now, almost all the ghosts hiding in the dark have smelled him.

A moment later, he hugged Lu Yujiu tightly and scolded him, "Idiot."

After that, he turned his voice soft and asked softly, "...can you take us out."

All ghosts, with unfulfilled wishes and deep grievances, are bound to the ground, unable to walk on the path of reincarnation, unable to cross the bridge of Naihe, and more than two thousand heroic spirits have been submerged here for a full thirteen years.

They are full of grievances and hatred, unable to avenge them. Whenever the door is broken, the ghosts will cry and the valley will be full, and strangers will not dare to enter.

Lu Yujiu said with tears in his mouth: "But... if the earth-bound spirit wants to leave the bound place, the ghost cultivator can only take away the soul core and recognize it as a ghost...ghost slave, and can no longer be reincarnated..."

Xie Xinyuan grasped his shoulders: "...can you?"

From noon to sunset, the little woodcutter had accumulated two bundles of firewood, but he did not go down the mountain, but squatted under the pine tree, peering into the valley gate, thinking that if the two people did not come out, he would have to Go in and talk to those wild ghosts, ask them to show themselves a little face, and spare the lives of those two strangers who don't know what to do.

With such kindness and lofty ambitions, Xiao Tong waited for two figures.

The handsome young man stepped out of the threshold slowly with the short one on his back.

The person on his back seemed to be extremely tired, so tired that even if he fell asleep, his fingers were contracting uncontrollably.

Xiao Tong breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little depressed. He felt that it was a pity that he didn't let these two people see his good friendship with the ghosts here.

Just when he was in a state of depression, the young man who carried the man stopped, gave a light smile, did not look at the pine tree, and said to himself: "Boy, remember to carry a lamp when you go up the mountain to hunt firewood. The ghosts in the mountain, I won’t be able to light the lamp for you in the future.”

The little boy was startled, and showed his head from his hiding place, but the young man disappeared like the wind.

Xu Xingzhi walked on the mountain road, because he saw many familiar faces from the past, he was in a good mood.

Until he sensed a strange breath coming from his side.

He stopped abruptly, only waiting for the sound of two footsteps coming towards him, one in front and one behind.

"Are you sure there are spiritual fluctuations here?"

"Yes. I don't know which bastard it is, messing around in this haunted place. The left and right spiritual power fluctuations have disappeared, and we brothers just want to go for a walk..."

The voice was cut off here, the two people who spoke had already seen Xu Xingzhi and the sleeping Lu Yujiu.

...they were two demon disciples dressed in Danyang Peak costumes.