villain is a good guy

Yan Rongyi who was in Xiaofushan woke up suddenly, covered her face, and groaned in pain.

Day and night dream.

The whole night, in his dream, he avoided the junior brother named Yin who couldn't see his face clearly.

Carrying sword surnamed Yin chased after him, shouting: "Emotional liar, take your life!"

Yan Rongyi ran from the foot of the Fushan School all the way to the top of the mountain, and finally hugged Venerable Chengying's thigh before getting away.

"Master..." Yan Rongyi looked at Cheng Yingjian listlessly, and said in his heart, take this disciple back to Fushan.

As soon as the thought came up, the familiar knocking sound came from outside the window again.

Yan Rongyi climbed down from the bed speechlessly: "Bai Shuang, you can't go through the main entrance? In broad daylight, you still have to turn...to turn..."

His hand that opened the window trembled slightly, and he met the sword repairer who was wearing a black suit outside the window.

"Senior Brother Yan, long time no see." The person who came was holding a long sword and had an unusually handsome face, but there was no expression on his face. When he spoke, his expression was as stiff as a marionette.

"Senior Brother Yin?" Bai Shuang's voice came from outside the courtyard, "You woke up so early...Senior Brother Yan, are you awake too?"

It turned out that this was the kindness who resolutely switched to the ruthless way.

Yan Rongyi nodded her chin vigilantly at Yin Qin: "Long time no see."

Yin Qin looked at him indifferently, as if looking at a stranger, then looked away for a moment, then turned around and asked Bai Shuang, "Are you going to the Nether Secret Realm?"

"Well, take the new disciples down the mountain to practice." Bai Shuang smiled and patted Yin Qin's shoulder, the relationship between the two seemed to be okay, "What about you?"

Yin Qin stiffly returned Bai Shuang with what he could barely call a smile: "I just came back from Nanzhaoti Temple."

"What happened to Nanzhaoti Temple?"

"It's nothing." Yin Qin shook his head, "Fellow Taoist Buchou and Fellow Daoist Buan of Nanzhaoti Temple wanted to find a witness, so they wrote to Fushan. Master thought I was suitable, so he asked me to act as a law enforcement officer. Go and testify."

Bai Shuang couldn't help laughing out loud: "That's right, you are the only one who is willing to listen to them talking about Buddhism. The bald donkeys in Nanzhaoti Temple compete with each other... Senior Brother Yan, Senior Brother Wang Shui just came to see you in the front yard, you Go and see."

Yan Rongyi listened with gusto, but was suddenly interrupted, with an unfinished expression on her face.

"If you don't go, Fuxi will come to burn your robes." Seeing this, Bai Shuang's mouth twitched, "Or... You brought a lot of robes, are you afraid of being burned?"

Where does Yan Rongyi have so many robes?

Just this one, I don't know what to change tomorrow!

In order not to run naked, he hurriedly greeted Yin Qin, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Bai Shuang watched Yan Rongyi go away, the relief on his face was gone, and he sighed after a while: "Senior Brother Yin, you and Senior Brother Yan really..."

"You don't need to mention the past." Yin Qin interrupted Bai Shuang's comfort, but couldn't help asking, "I heard his breathing was stagnant..."

"Senior Brother Yan has lost his cultivation." Bai Shuang's face was filled with grief, and she punched the window frame, gnashing her teeth, "It's not bad if you don't die after you come out of Siguo Cliff!"

After Bai Shuang complained, she forced herself to calm down: "...Brother Yin, do you have any clues about the matter I asked you to investigate earlier?"

Yin Qin shook his head: "I went to Wangyou Valley, and as a law enforcement officer, I also checked the memories of those dead disciples. It was indeed Senior Brother Yan who did it, but..."

"Just what?" Seeing Yin Qin frowning, Bai Shuang's eyes lit up, "Is there something else hidden?"

"No." Yin Qin said coldly, "I'm just wondering why the disciples of Wangyou Valley didn't resist."

"What do you mean by that?!"

"Bai Shuang, it was Senior Brother Yan who killed the murderer. This is definitely true, but when Senior Brother Yan attacked, not all ghost cultivators lost consciousness. But even the sober ghost cultivators did not fight back."

Bai Shuang felt a chill in her heart: "Those ghost cultivators... really let Senior Brother Yan do nothing?"

Yin Qin nodded silently.

"How could this happen?" Bai Shuang was at a loss, "In fact, Senior Brother Wang Shui has also read the memories of those disciples, but I still don't believe it... I don't believe that Senior Brother Yan would kill people for no reason."

"I don't believe it either." Yin Qin clamped the natal flying sword between his arms, and wiped it slowly, "So I went to Nanzhaoti Temple on this trip, and I asked you a question."

Buchou's fame is comparable to Yan Rongyi's once.

It's just that he doesn't worry about being famous, not because of his appearance or cultivation, but because he once closed his mentor for 30 years in anger.

If one breaks the precept, the sky will be struck by lightning, and one will not die well.

Someone laughed and said, no worries, no worries, where is there no worries?Mingming was so worried.

Buddhist monks in Nanzhaoti Temple have no hair, so naturally they cannot grow old.

But the monks arguing with them either had gray hair or lost their hair.

Bai Shuang shuddered, and looked at Xiu Wuqingdao's hospitality with admiration: "What do you say if you don't worry?"

"Don't worry, after those ghost cultivators had accidents, they went to Wangyou Valley to chant scriptures to save their dead souls." Yin Qin finished wiping his sword, and said word by word, "The souls of those ghost cultivators don't have any resentment."

No resentment, neither death in vain.

The tension in Bai Shuang's heart snapped.

With a sore nose, he turned around in panic, looked at the bright morning sun, and muttered to himself: "I knew Senior Brother Yan was not that kind of person..."

Yin Qin was not as optimistic as Bai Shuang, and said in a low voice, "Even if Ghost Cultivator's soul has no resentment, it was Senior Brother Yan who did it."

"There must be a reason." The joy on Bai Shuang's face collapsed when he thought of Yan Rongyi. He didn't dare to talk nonsense in front of Wang Shui, so he caught Qin Qin and vented his dissatisfaction vigorously, "You know Is it? When Senior Brother Wang Shui and I went to Siguya to pick up Senior Brother Yan, he still played amnesia with us, saying that he couldn’t remember who we were... just Fu Xichun, believing his nonsense!"

The poor Chongming bird sneezed outside the window of Wangshui, and several golden sparks spewed out.

After Bai Shuang complained, seeing that it was getting late, she greeted Yin Qin: "Let's talk about the specifics when we return to Fushan."

Yan Rongyi is not in a hurry to clear up the suspicion of murdering Wangyougu's disciples, so what's the use of their haste?

"Wait." Yin Qin seldom took the initiative to stop Bai Shuang, "Senior Brother Yan has no cultivation, how can I enter the Nether Secret Realm with you?"

"Master... gave him the Shadow Bearing Sword."

Hearing this, Yin Qin finally showed obvious cracks on his stiff face.

Bearing Shadow Sword...

That was Ling Jiushen's natal flying sword.

The higher the level of cultivation, the deeper the connection with the Flying Sword of Flying Sword. Not to mention Ling Jiushen, even Qin Qin is reluctant to part with his Heartless Sword.

But Ling Jiushen actually gave the Chengying Sword directly to Yan Rongyi.

For a monk who has achieved the unity of man and sword, it must be the pain of tearing apart the soul.

"I'm not as good as you."

Yin Qin closed his eyes, the hand holding the sword loosened and then tightened, and there was a faint air wave all over his body. When everything subsided, he opened his eyes again.

At this moment, Yin Qin's eyes no longer had any trace of popularity, and he looked more like an emotionless puppet.

Yan Rongyi, who was looking for Wangshui everywhere, didn't know it, and Qin Qin's ruthless way went a step further because of him.

Wearing the mask of a law enforcement officer, he walked around in the "Little Floating Mountain", and finally followed the new disciples to find Wangshui.

Wang Shui held the roster again, checking the identity of each disciple.

Yan Rongyi felt that Wang Shui was more suitable to be the master of Fushan School than herself.

In the memories that belonged to the original body that he occasionally recalled, that "Yan Rongyi" was the same as him, never caring about trivial matters of the Fushan School, but whatever tasks the master assigned, they were all forgotten in the end.

"Let me help you." Yan Rongyi apologized, walked to Wang Shui, and took the roster.

Wang Shui glanced at him unexpectedly, and then said clearly, "Qin Qin went to look for you."

The tone is sure, and he doesn't even bother to use the honorific title between the brothers.

Yan Rongyi nodded hesitantly: "It's true that I went to look for me, but..."

"I've told him countless times!" Wang Shui didn't give him a chance to explain. With a sudden force on his palm, a disciple's name tag was reduced to ashes. Can I still force you?"

Yan Rongyi: "..."?

Wang Shui: "We monks from the Fushan School, how can we give up the way of swordsmanship for personal reasons, and practice some kind of ruthless way?"

Yan Rongyi: "..."? ?

Wang Shui: "Fushan Sword Intent, number one in the world! He has completely embarrassed our Fushan faction!"

Yan Rongyi: "..."? ? ?

Bai Shuang, who had just arrived in the courtyard, saw this scene, and hurried over to help the disciple restore the nameplate first, and then pulled Yan Rongyi aside: "Did you mention Senior Brother Yin in front of Senior Brother Wang Shui?"

Yan Rongyi nodded awkwardly.

"I can't mention it." Bai Shuang supported his forehead and sighed, "Senior Brother Wangshui... I hate those who abandon the way of swords the most in my life."

"...After Senior Brother Yin entered the Ruthless Dao, his reaction was particularly strong."

"...Senior Brother Wangshui said that even if Senior Brother Yin is still a swordsman, he is not a pure swordsman anymore."

Yan Rongyi held Chengyingjian with a vague understanding: "Then someone like me who has lost his cultivation..."

Bai Shuang blurted out: "Trash."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

"Cough cough." Bai Shuang coughed a few times in a concealed manner, and took the roster away from his palm, "How can you bother Senior Brother Yan with such a trivial matter as checking the number of disciples? Let me do it."

After saying that, afraid of Yan Rongyi's repentance, he directly tore Fuxi off Wangshui's shoulders and threw him into his arms: "Fuxi, quickly take Senior Brother Yan to have breakfast."

Fuxi, who was dozing off on Wangshui's shoulder, flopped around in a daze: "Earlier, what earlier? Didn't he start bigu a long time ago..."

Before Chongmingniao could finish his sentence, Bai Shuang mercilessly threw him out of the yard: "Senior brother Yan, look, Fuxi has already gone to use breakfast, you should go quickly."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

What happened to the sword cultivators of your Fushan sect? ? ?

Yan Rongyi reluctantly walked out of the courtyard, just picked up Fuxi, and met another person he didn't want to meet.

Yin Qin was wearing a black outfit, standing outside the courtyard with a sword behind his back: "Senior Brother Yan, I will go with you to the Nether Secret Realm."

Yan Rongyi: "..." No more.

The author has something to say: After the smiling Wang Shui met Yin Qin, he immediately started the mourning mode: Fushan Sword Intent, No. [-] in the world! ! ! ! ! ! !

Yan Rongyi: I really want to go back to thinking about the cliff...

感谢在2020-04-1122:05:22~2020-04-1222:59:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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