villain is a good guy

The Chengying sword wrapped in moon shadow gauze was stably inserted on the ground, and the gauze wrapped around the hilt floated slowly in the wind.

Wang Shui and Bai Shuang looked at each other in surprise, thinking that Venerable Chengying had asked him to do so, and knelt down and bowed: "See Venerable."

Yan Rongyi also bent his legs hesitantly, trying to kneel down, but unexpectedly, the Yingying Sword glowed again, and then his legs were supported by invisible aura.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Immediately afterwards, this spiritual energy suddenly lifted him up.

Yan Rongyi: "!"

The Chengying sword also rose slowly, and finally lay across his feet, as if unconvinced, it hit the soles of his feet a few times.

Wangshui and Baishuang: "..."

Yan Rongyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and signaled Wang Shui and Bai Shuang to get up: "Master's sword may...do not want me to use someone else's sword."

"I should have thought of it earlier." Bai Shuang got up from the ground, and while dusting the dust in her hands, she muttered sourly, "Master was like this before, but you are the only one who can touch any magic weapon."

Wang Shui stood up with a smile: "That's good too, so that I won't worry about Bai Shuang and not caring about you when Yu Jian is in control."

Unconvinced, Bai Shuang turned her head away, stepped on the Haruyuki sword, hung her head and sulked.

Yan Rongyi stood on the Chengying Sword for a while, the initial novelty passed, and she began to worry that she would fall off the sword.

He is a traverser who knows nothing, if he falls from the Yingying Sword on the way down the mountain, it will be a big joke.

It’s fine if you just fall to your death, maybe you can return to the original world, and the memories of the past can be restored, if you don’t fall to your death... "Honor Chengying’s first apprentice can’t even control a sword", or " Rumors that Venerable Chengying's natal flying sword has blown his apprentice away" are about to spread everywhere.

At that time, even if he doesn't feel ashamed, the group of juniors around him who regard Venerable Chengying as a god can throw him directly under the Fushan Mountain to feed the giant kun.

"How to fly..." Yan Rongyi muttered to himself.

Just when he was hesitating, Wang Shui had already asked the new disciples to walk into the teleportation array in order with their name tags.

The descending formation of the Fushan School is guarded by special elders, who will record when and who descends the mountain.

For example, today, the only ones who can enter the teleportation formation are the new disciples of the Fushan Sect who have just started.

In the future, when they condense sword pills in the dantian and learn how to control the sword, the restrictions on going down the mountain will be relatively relaxed.

Yan Rongyi watched eagerly the disciples who had just started and then disappeared into the formation three times in a row, and almost blurted out that she also wanted to go through the teleportation formation.

As a result, before he opened his mouth, the Chengying Sword under his feet seemed to sense something, and before he was ashamed to show his eyes, there was a sudden sword whistle, leading him into a stream of light, and plunged into the thick clouds.

"Senior brother Yan?" Bai Shuang seemed to have sensed it, and looked down at the sea of ​​clouds under the mountain gate.

The moonlight floats there, the clouds roll and the clouds relax, and the wings of the giant kun stir the wind and rain under the sea of ​​clouds from time to time.

"It's okay." Fu Xifei came to his side and comforted him, "Master's Yingying Sword took him down the mountain, what could happen?"

"Brother Yan has lost his cultivation, how can he control his sword?" Bai Shuang was still worried.

Fuxi squawked, shaking off a few sparks from his tail: "He is Master's direct disciple, he is more proficient at wielding a sword than walking, so what if he doesn't have cultivation?"

Bai Shuang nodded hesitantly, seeing that Wang Shui was still arranging for the new disciples to enter the teleportation formation, she went over to help.

He stood respectfully behind Wang Shui, hesitant to speak.

"Worried about Senior Brother Yan?" Wang Shui whispered to him funny, "Since you're worried about him, don't keep getting into trouble with him."

After finishing speaking, he beckoned a nervous disciple to stand beside him: "Close your eyes, don't be nervous, take a deep breath, and then open your eyes to go down the mountain."

The disciple blushed and said, "Thank you, brother, for your guidance."

Before the words fell, the person had disappeared.

Bai Shuang waited for his disciple to leave, then said reluctantly: "I'm not worried about him, I want to repay the kindness he saved Bai Liu's life back then."

"I know." Mentioning Bai Liu, Wang Shui was also full of emotion, "I heard that Senior Brother Yan almost blew himself up in his dantian to save Bai Liu, that's why he saw Master."

"Well, he also broke his limbs." Bai Shuang gritted her teeth and said forcefully, "I owe him my life."

"Brother Yan will not be happy to hear this."

"I don't care if he's happy or not?"

"Bai Shuang..." Wang Shui shook his head helplessly, "I think it's because of your attitude every time you bring up the past, Senior Brother Yan likes to pretend to have amnesia."

"Oh, I forced him?...Besides, even if he doesn't remember, I can't forget." Bai Shuang tapped Chun Xuejian twice with her toe, and laughed at herself, "Sometimes I wish he really lost his memory. Otherwise, how could it be him who linked to the Demon Sect?"

"Bai Shuang." Hearing the words, Wang Shui frowned, "Speak carefully."

Bai Shuang kept a cold face, suppressing the excitement in her heart: "Senior Brother, do you also think that Senior Brother Yan did that?"

Wang Shui sent the last disciple away, holding the Xiaoyao sword, slowly shaking his head: "I never doubted him."

"Then why are you..." Bai Shuang looked slightly happy.

Wang Shui stepped on his sword and flew to his side, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I have also seen the memories of the dead disciples in Wangyou Valley."

The smile on Bai Shuang's face froze immediately.

He murmured in a low voice: "Brother, stop talking..."

"Those disciples did die at the hands of Senior Brother Yan." Wang Shui cruelly broke Bai Shuang's last illusion.

Under the sea of ​​clouds, thunder and lightning flashed.

Yan Rongyi stepped on the sword and stood in the wind and rain, with the whistling wind stirred up by the giant kun in his ears, and lavender lightning flashed in front of his eyes one after another.

But he stood firmly on the Chengying sword, and shuttled deftly through the rain.

Perhaps this body is really talented, Yujian flies like walking on flat ground.

Even though he came here without knowing anything about cultivating immortals, he still experienced the pleasure of traveling in the world freely.

It's just that behind Yan Rongyi's invisible body, so transparent that only at the moment when the lightning flashes, can one vaguely see the outline of the figure, hugging his waist tightly from the beginning to the end.

Venerable Chengying regretted it.

When ordinary disciples go down the mountain, they can escape the wind and rain with a trick, but Yan Rongyi lost his cultivation, and if he really crashed into the lightning and thunder at the foot of the floating mountain, he would definitely die without a place to bury him.

So he sacrificed his soul, and while manipulating the Yingying Sword, he shielded his apprentice who had lost his cultivation base from the wind and rain.

Many years ago, when Yan Rongyi first became his apprentice, he was also like this. He only knew how to rush forward, and dared to fly down the Fushan Mountain for the first time with his sword. The giant kun's wings slapped directly into Netherworld, burning them up.

Venerable Cheng Ying frowned slightly, he didn't remember how he taught Yan Rongyi back then.

Have you ever been punished?

There must be.

Cultivating immortals is against the sky, and Venerable Chengying will not teach his apprentice to be a dodder just because he has unethical feelings for him.

But now Yan Rongyi is a fragile existence that Venerable Chengying wants to be careless, but dare not be careless.

Before passing through the clouds, Yan Rongyi heard the giant kun's long chant.

In the corner of the eye, the huge dark blue monster rolled slowly in the sea of ​​clouds. He just walked out from under the wings of the giant kun.

This kind of auspicious beast, the only auspicious beast that can freely shuttle in the nether world, is carrying the world's number one sword sect on its back in groups and roaming above the sea of ​​clouds.

Yan Rongyi's heart suddenly surged with lofty pride, one person with one sword, rushed out of the dense clouds, and came to the world of flowers and flowers.

The world of mortals came with a bang.

The stars in the sky and the light on the ground formed a gorgeous sea of ​​light, like the Milky Way pouring down on the ground, flowing slowly.

Cheng Yingjian slowed down bit by bit, and Yan Rongyi vaguely caught a familiar sigh.

He looked back in panic, but what he saw was only the constantly surging clouds and a first-quarter moon hanging in the sky.

After a while, both Wangshui and Baishuang rushed out of the clouds.

"Senior Brother Yan!" Seeing him, Bai Shuang immediately stepped on his sword and flew over, "Are you alright?"

Bai Shuang had already calmed down, but when she passed through the sea of ​​clouds stirred by the giant kun, she saw lightning and thunder all over the sky, and she was immediately in a state of disarray. If Wang Shui hadn't been pulling her by her side, she would have bumped into the giant kun's wings.

Fuxi who flew over also chirped: "Yan Rongyi, Bai Shuang is worried about you, almost... ouch!"

Before the poor Chongming Niao finished speaking, he was wrapped in two balls of light blue real fire and fell to the ground in an instant.

Yan Rongyi immediately forgot what she just heard sighing, put her hands in her hands, and teased: "Are you so worried about me? Bai Mutou, you are like this, I have to doubt whether you like forgetting water, or like... ah!"

This time it was him who was wrapped in light blue real fire.

Yan Rongyi was engulfed by the real fire and turned into a huge blue flame, rushing to the ground amidst the exclamation of the disciples in front of the formation.

Fortunately, Cheng Yingjian stopped steadily before landing.

Even so, Yan Rongyi broke out in a cold sweat.

"What are you doing?" He hurriedly jumped off the sword, while complaining about Bai Shuang, he also vented his dissatisfaction with Chengying Sword, "You don't even fear real fire, do you?"

Chengyingjian is naturally not afraid of Baishuang's real fire.

But when Venerable Chengying is angry, he doesn't necessarily protect him.

Hearing Yan Rongyi's broken thoughts, "Chengying Sword" immediately stood up, and hit his buttocks three times in a row.

Yan Rongyi didn't dare to act rashly in front of all the disciples in the courtyard, for fear of embarrassment, but Bai Shuang, who fell behind in the courtyard, didn't give him that much face, and laughed in front of everyone: "Even the sword thinks you talk too much!" !"

Yan Rongyi turned around with a dark face, hugged Chengyingjian tightly in her arms, and said through gritted teeth: "Beating is pain, scolding is love, Master is kind to me, what do you know?"

"Okay, everything you say is justified." Seeing that he was beaten, Bai Shuang was in a good mood, and stopped arguing with him. When she walked in front of the new disciple, she smiled, "Come on, everyone, take out the name tags again. Check the number of people."

"Brother Yan, please be careful." Wang Shui walked behind Bai Shuang, and quietly persuaded Yan Rongyi, "Your Majesty's natal flying sword may already have a sword spirit. Whatever you say, it will tell Master .”

Wang Shui's words were just to scare Yan Rongyi.

There are as many magic tools in the world as a cow's hair, and none of them give birth to spiritual wisdom.

Even for Venerable Chengying, it is absolutely impossible for Flying Sword to speak.

Yan Rongyi didn't take Bai Shuang's words seriously either.

Holding the sword in his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it hadn't broken free from his embrace.

And in the cave on the top of Fushan Mountain, Venerable Chengying crushed the teacup in his palm that was condensed by spiritual energy.

"Beating is pain, scolding is love... talking nonsense!"