villain is a good guy

Yan Rongyi was still babbling desperately: "I'm sorry, have you never touched Chengying Sword?"

"...That's all, for the sake of your familiarity with me, I'll show you the sword."

Bai Shuang's hand pinching the sword formula could hardly hold back anymore.

Fortunately, Wang Shui hurried over: "Senior Brother Yan."

Wang Shui had already heard from Fuxi that Venerable Chengying gave the Chengying Sword to Yan Rongyi, so he was not overly surprised when he saw the sword in his arms.

"Senior brother." Bai Shuang quickly put the hands that pinched the formula behind her back, and changed into that obedient look again, even suppressing the emotion on her face.

Wang Shui, who was dressed in a white robe, stopped, and gently patted Bai Shuang's shoulder: "Why did you come so early? The new disciples just went down the mountain tonight, and we have to accompany them until night before we can set off."

Bai Shuang said honestly: "I want to watch the competition between senior brothers."

After finishing speaking, he secretly kicked Yan Rongyi.

"Huh?" Yan Rong was suddenly kicked forward, and nodded quickly to Wang Shui's smiling eyes, "Yes, yes, I want to see it too."

"Okay." Wang Shui sighed amusedly, "Then let's go to the dojo together, and I'll take you to meet the uncle."

Yan Rongyi remembered that when she was thinking about the cliff, Bai Shuang tricked Wang Shui away with the excuse of "uncle master leaving the customs".

Now it seems that it is not a lie.

"My master died early, and it was my uncle who brought me up." Seeing Yan Rongyi's puzzled face, Wang Shui teased, "I guess Brother Yan will lose his memory again later, so it's better to explain it first, so as not to offend Master. Uncle is angry."

Bai Shuang sneered.

Yan Rongyi hooked the corners of her lips in embarrassment.

Wang Shui didn't mean to make things difficult for Yan Rongyi, after the joke was over, he looked worriedly at Chengyingjian in his arms.

Bai Shuang understood: "Chengying Sword is too eye-catching."

This is the natal flying sword of the number one sword cultivator in the world, and it has been placed in the main hall of the Fushan Sect as a formation eye since the establishment of the Fushan Sect.

Except for the disciples of the Fushan Sect, ordinary monks are more likely to see the Honorable Chengying than the Chengying Sword.

Yan Rongyi also felt that it was inappropriate for her to appear in the Tai Chi Dojo with Chengying Sword in her arms.

Thanks to the blessings of the previous traversers, his body is full of hatred, if he adds a bearing sword...

Even the disciples of the Fushan School would tear him apart if they got excited.

It was also the first time for Wangshui and Baishuang to encounter such a difficult problem.

Ordinary people's talisman, let alone borrow it, even if it is used, they will be more careful.

There is only Venerable Chengying in the world, who first used the natal flying sword as a formation eye, inserted it in the main hall of the Fushan School, and then threw it to the disciples casually.

"It's really impossible, wrap the Chengying sword?" Bai Shuang gritted her teeth, and suggested cruelly, "At least...it doesn't look so conspicuous."

Wang Shui hesitated: "This is Master's sword."

The implication is that wrapping it up is disrespectful to the master.

"Forget it, master blame me, and I will bear it." Bai Shuang bit the bullet and took out a soft white gauze from the storage bag, "I bought this from a merchant of the Merman tribe when I went down the mountain before." Moon Shadow Shade."

But when Yueyingsha was taken out, Baishuang couldn't do it anymore.

It is unacceptable that the natal flying sword of the world's number one sword cultivator... actually wants to hide its sharpness.

Baishuang couldn't let it go, and Wangshui couldn't let it go.

As for Yan Rongyi... Seeing the two juniors hesitate so much, he was too embarrassed to say that he dared to attack.

When the three of them looked at each other, Fu Xi flew over: "What are you doing?"

The Chongming Bird landed on Wangshui's shoulder, looking longingly at the Chengying Sword in Yan Rongyi's arms, probably because it finally accepted the reality, although it was panting desperately, it did not faint.

Wang Shui said, "I'm going to take Senior Brother Yan and Bai Shuang to meet my uncle."

"It's time to see you." Fu Xi thought deeply, "It just so happens that the next competition is about to start, everyone can watch it together."

"But Senior Brother Yan can't just go like this." Wang Shui sighed while holding his forehead, "Chengying Sword is too eye-catching."

Fuxi looked at Yan Rongyi, then at the moon shadow gauze in Baishuang's hand, for a long while, crying, grabbed the end of the gauze, cursed Yan Rongyi, and helped him wrap the Chengying sword.

Yan Rongyi said without distraction: "Thank you."

"Get lost." Fuxi curled up on Wangshui's shoulder, looking close to autism.

"Wait." Wrapping the sword, Wang Shui stopped Yan Rongyi again, "Brother, let me help you cover the patterns on your hands too."

He followed Wang Shui's gaze and lowered his eyes—the coquettish blood-colored lotus was still blooming on the back of his right hand.

That is the trace left after the "Strategy" was integrated into the divine consciousness.

It is also the so-called evidence that he was possessed by demons.

"Okay." Yan Rongyi had no reason to refuse, and reached out decisively.

Wang Shui took away the remaining half of the moon shadow gauze from Bai Shuang's hand, and carefully put Yan Rongyi's hand in his bag: "How about this?"

"Thank you." Yan Rongyi twirled her five fingers, thanking Wang Shui, as soon as she finished speaking, it felt like a light was on her back.

His movements were slightly stiff, remembering that "Bai Mutou" was secretly in love with Wangshui, he hurriedly stepped aside without a trace, and studied the shape of Chengying sword.

Bai Shuang was reluctantly satisfied, and hummed softly, showing an obedient look to Wang Shui, saluting every word to show respect: "Brother, let's move faster, you still have a competition today. "

"No hurry." Wang Shui stretched out his hand to touch Fuxi's small head, seeing that Chongming Bird had been hit too hard, he withdrew his finger, "My lottery result has not yet been announced."

The competition rules for the Fushan School's opening ceremony are very simple. The registered monks will draw lots one by one, and if they draw the same number, they will be their opponents in the next match. The results of each draw will be announced within a stick of incense before the competition.

"Brother has already won three games in a row." Bai Shuang deliberately told Yan Rongyi who had lost her cultivation, "There are only ten people left in the arena."

"Fantastic, powerful." Yan Rongyi clasped Chengying Sword between his arms and applauded with dignity.

After finally finding the audience, Bai Shuang couldn't help but said again: "Do you know that in the first three games, no one was able to pass ten strokes under the sword of Senior Brother Wang Shui?"

"I don't know."

"Hmph, you know now."

"That's right." Yan Rong commented on Wang Shui who was walking in front of them, her ears turned red, and she suppressed a smile, "Then how do you compare with Junior Brother Wang Shui?"

Bai Shuang was stunned, and a blush slowly crept up her cheeks.

After all, I am so young that I am ashamed to talk about myself.

"Bai Shuang is also very powerful." Wang Shui couldn't help but opened his mouth to rescue Bai Shuang, "If I hadn't met Junior Brother Luo Yu..."

"Senior brother, don't mention him!" Bai Shuang shook her palm slightly when she heard this, and a silver long sword appeared in her palm out of thin air, and the two balls of real fire also floated over, "Next time... the next time I draw lots, I will definitely draw him It won't be so ugly to lose."

It turned out that Bai Shuang had won Luo Yu in the competition.

Yan Rongyi glanced at Bai Shuang unexpectedly.

The protagonist who was drawn one in a million, should he be said to be unlucky or lucky?

However, regardless of luck, no one can beat the protagonist, this is an eternal law.

Yan Rongyi, who was the big villain, calmly looked away.

He hasn't figured out what the previous traversers did, and he doesn't plan to contact Luo Yu rashly.

The closer they were to the Tai Chi Dojo, the more monks they met.

Yan Rongyi, who showed up at the opening ceremony, is the focus of attention wherever she goes.

Many monks unabashedly expressed their dislike for him, and would rather step on the treasure and fly to the side of the dojo than walk on the same road with him.

"Put on the mask." Wang Shui suddenly suggested.

Bai Shuang knew the deep meaning of Wang Shui's words, and immediately echoed in a low voice: "Well, watching the competition as a law enforcement officer, there must be no contestant who would dare to cheat for personal gain."

After all, the mask has been pressed on the face.

"Senior Brother Yan, you should wear it too." Wang Shui reached out and took out two silver masks from the storage bag, one of which was Yan Rongyi's.

"What about my mask..."

"Master gave me this mask yesterday." Wang Shui smiled at him, lowered his eyes and sighed, "Master also said that if he gave it to you with his own hands, he might not be able to resist stopping you from going down the mountain. "

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi recalled the picture she saw in her memory, and pressed the mask on her face embarrassingly.

The spacious Tai Chi Dojo was crowded with monks of various sects.

During the opening ceremony, they still maintained a superficial peace between them, but now even the Buddhist monks of Nanzhaoti Temple rolled up their sleeves and waved prayer beads to cheer for their disciples.

In the center of the dojo, in the condensed sword array, two people who turned into phantoms collided rapidly.

The sword array blocked most of the aura fluctuations, but even a small wisp overflowed, causing Yan Rong's blood to surge.

His body is too fragile.

Yan Rongyi frowned slightly, not wanting to be noticed by Wang Shui and Bai Shuang, and swallowed the fishy sweetness rising in her throat alone.

He finally understood why everyone looked at him with pity when they mentioned the word "cultivation loss".

Just imagine, would a monk who once stood at the pinnacle of the younger generation be reconciled to becoming a worthless waste for ordinary people?

Yan Rongyi is not from this place. Seeing the ability to fly to the sky and hide from the ground, move mountains and create seas, she is filled with endless envy.

What if it was the original body?

Yan Rongyi, the head disciple of the Fushan School who really studied under Venerable Chengying, would he be so angry that he vomited blood and died?

He couldn't help clenching the Yingying sword wrapped in the moon shadow veil.

So what if "Yan Rongyi" is the villain?

He is him.

Even if he is laughed at by the whole world, he still wants to live.

"Brother Yan, come with me."

Yan Rongyi came back to her senses and followed Wang Shui's footsteps.

They wore the masks of law enforcers, and the monks of all sects politely stepped aside.

In fact, even with the mask on, everyone recognized Wang Shui and Bai Shuang.

After all, one person is always with the Chongming Bird, and the other person is always in control of the two darkest light blue true fires.

As for the enforcers behind them...

He covered his face, a piece of moon shadow veil hung from his sleeves, and he held a strange long sword in his arms. Even though he was dressed in red, no one said he was Yan Rongyi.

The sword cultivator in red, the most famous in the world, is indeed Yan Rongyi.

But Yan Rongyi has lost all her cultivation, and she definitely won't have a sword in her hand.

Besides, people's impression of Yan Rongyi is that they framed his fellow disciples and colluded with demon cultivators. When they see him, they feel disgusted. Naturally, how they see it, how wicked and vicious he is.

However, Jianxiu, who was walking behind Baishuang and Wangshui, had a slender figure and fierce and cold eyes, like a sword drawn out of its sheath, no one dared to look at him for a long time.

Everyone's heart froze.

This son is extraordinary!

And who knew that Yan Rongyi's face hidden behind the mask was covered in cold sweat.

The closer he was to the center of the dojo, the stronger the aura overflowing from the sword array. His broken body seemed to be twisted into mud, and it would fall apart in the next second.

Swallowing a mouthful of sweet blood, Yan Rongyi thought bitterly: If he can't hold on, he will go to the previous eight traversers!

The author has something to say: corrected typos