villain is a good guy

Ling Jiushen naturally noticed Bai Yuan's mocking gaze.

But in his thousands of years of peaceful practice life, the only person who caused waves was Yan Rongyi.

He didn't even bother to pinch the sword, and waved his sleeves, Bai Yuan was like a bird with broken wings, and with a "bang", it smashed a human-shaped hole on the ground.

The disciple Yu Jian floating in the air laughed loudly.

Bai Yuan climbed up from the pit disheveledly, while impatient, he used the wrong strength on his foot, only heard a "click" sound from his ankle, and then came his own wailing.

Bai Shuang, who had already flown away, turned around following the sound, and flew over in annoyance: "Can you stand up?"

Then without waiting for Baiyuan to answer, he said bluntly: "If you can't stand up, go back to Xiaofushan, don't waste everyone's time."

... There are not one thousand but eight hundred beginner disciples who fall from the wooden sword every year, but Bai Yuan is the first one to become disabled just after leaving the mountain gate.

Bai Shuang remembers that Bai Yuan and himself are from the same family, with a dull face, she flung her sleeves and flew in front of Yan Rongyi, seeing him holding "Ajiu" in his arms, she let out a cold snort from her nose: " Strict teachers produce excellent students."

Cold sweat instantly dripped from Yan Rongyi's forehead.

... These words were addressed to him, and to a certain extent, they were also addressed to Ling Jiushen.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Ah Jiu waited for Bai Shuang to fly away, shook Yan Rongyi's hand away, and stepped on the wooden sword on his own, "You can go with Bai Shuang."

Surrounded by blue-robed disciples flying with Yujian, Yan Rongyi didn't want to stay too much.

He gave a low "hmm", touched his nose and flew to Bai Shuang's side, and asked, "You really don't care about the members of your Bai family?"

Bai Shuang stood on the sword, her white robe fluttered in the wind, her tone was indifferent, and she asked, "Whose family?"

"...Since the day I joined the Fushan School, I am no longer a member of the Bai family. Brother Yan... be careful."

"It's really heartless." Yan Rongyi looked at Bai Shuang's cold face and muttered to himself.

But if it's possible...he also wants to make a clean break with Moxiu.

After leaving Fushan Town and flying with Yujian for three hours, the disciples of Fushan School found a remote town to settle down.

Most of the people living in the town were mortals. Suddenly, they saw a group of monks holding long swords, all of them shut their doors and windows tightly and did not come out.

Only ignorant toddlers surrounded them, running back and forth.

As soon as Yan Rongyi's Yujian landed on the ground, Ah Jiu quietly extended his hand to him.

Yan Rongyi quickly grasped it: "Master, tonight..."

"You share a room with me."

"……it is good."

Wang Shui accidentally saw this scene, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and before Yan Rongyi could speak, he had already arranged them together when booking a room at the inn.

That night.

Ah Jiu sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating quietly.

The soft moonlight poured into the house from the window, staining his delicate face like mottled frost and snow.

Yan Rongyi carried the meals provided by the inn, and walked into the room lightly.

"Why do people who have been fasted for a long time still pay so much attention to appetite?"

It's a pity that no matter how light his movements are, he can't hide it from Ling Jiushen.

"The lady proprietress of the inn doesn't know that monks don't need to eat. She burned it all night and didn't eat... It's a waste of people's heart." Yan Rongyi defended herself while sitting at the table, took a bite of chopsticks, and then Surprised and sighed, "It's delicious."

It has been a long time since he traveled to this world that he had a decent meal.

Seeing Yan Rongyi's happy face, Ling Jiu's heart moved slightly, and he got up and walked to the table.

Even though the world's number one swordsman has turned into a young man, his body still exudes a coldness that is unbearable from the heights.

Ling Jiushen picked up the chopsticks with pale fingers, and took a sip reservedly: "If you like it, I will make it for you when I return to Fushan this time."

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi almost choked to death.

He couldn't even imagine the picture of the world's number one swordsman holding a spatula.

"Master was joking, it's really a shameful disciple." Yan Rongyi put down her chopsticks, keenly sensed that the atmosphere was wrong, and quickly got up, "If Master doesn't like it, I'll take these dishes away."

He remembered Ling Jiushen's ambiguous words when he had just crossed over, that something was wrong with the secret passage, he put oil on the soles of his feet, picked up the dishes on the table and ran away.

Seeing this, Ling Jiushen dropped the chopsticks in his hand on the table.

--Snapped!

The crisp sound echoed in the room, and the invisible barrier covered the bedroom like flowing water.

"Rong Yi." Ling Jiushen narrowed his eyes and asked coldly, "Where are you going?"

"Master...I...I'll go..." Feeling the chill emanating from the barrier, he unconsciously took half a step back.

"Bai Shuang is in Wangshui's room, Qin Qin is practicing swords in the courtyard." Ling Jiushen raised his arms calmly, and his robes poured down like running water.

Ling Jiushen stretched out his hand to him: "Come here."

Yan Rong didn't move.

Ling Jiu lowered his eyes deeply, and a cold teacup appeared out of nowhere in his palm.

He lowered his head and took a sip, then asked: "Do you want to carry you here for the teacher, or do you come here by yourself?"

...Of course I came here by myself.

With a mournful face, Yan Rongyi returned to the table. As soon as her butt touched the chair, she lifted up her robe and knelt on the ground: "Master."

Ling Jiushen slammed the tea bowl in his hand on the table, and said in a very cold tone, "Get up."

"Master, disciple..." Yan Rongyi braced herself, pretended not to hear, and knelt down in front of Venerable Cheng Ying, "Even if you become a blue-robed disciple, you are still my disciple's master."

"Don't listen to this as a teacher."

"Master..." As soon as Yan Rongyi opened his mouth, he couldn't speak anymore.

Ling Jiu froze the root of Yan Rongyi's tongue, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and pulled his face in front of him: "The teacher's patience is good enough, I gave you ten years to think about it."

Then, Wei Liang's fingers brushed Yan Rongyi's beautiful eyebrows, and her fingertips paused beside the tear mole, thoughtfully: "As a teacher, I don't want to hear rejection."

I don't even want to look at this face, attracting men and women on Fushan, and disturbing the Fushan faction.

Yan Rongyi looked at the master who was close at hand, and felt that the dark eyelashes, which were as thick as the wings of a bird, swept across her cheeks.

too close.

He closed his eyes in embarrassment.

"If you think about how to answer the teacher, just open your eyes."

Yan Rongyi closed her eyes, wanting to die.

When he first crossed over, he still couldn't understand what answer Ling Jiushen wanted.

But now, he has recovered the memory of the original body, and vaguely noticed the unusual relationship between the original body and Ling Jiushen.

He thought it was an illusion.

Now it seems……

But then again, in the long and complicated past of the original body, the relationship with Ling Jiushen has never exceeded the boundary between master and apprentice.

And he is a ray of ghost from another world, even if he sensed this trace of emotion, so what?

Whether to agree or not is not the answer that the person Ling Jiushen wants said in person.

Yan Rongyi's calm heart suddenly had an undercurrent.

From the moment he opened his eyes and came into this world, some people called him a "bastard", some accused him of losing the face of the Fushan School, and even some people tried their best to kill him.

Only Ling Jiushen saved his life and protected him.

He knew that this protection came from Yan Rongyi's skin, but when he wanted to get out, he found that he was already deeply involved.

Under the guise of "Yan Rongyi", he secretly enjoys Ling Jiushen's contribution.

Yan Rongyi's heart ached unbearably, she let out a "wow", and spat out a mouthful of snow mixed with ice slag.

Ling Jiu couldn't bear it, and lowered his amber eyes: "That's all."

...It turns out to be a force.

Such a result was also expected.

After all, ten years ago, he already got the answer.

The wind and snow filled Ling Jiushen's eyes, and the teacup in his hand was shattered inch by inch.

Ten years ago, when Luo Yu accused Yan Rongyi of colluding with the Demon Cultivator and harming his fellow disciples, Yan Rongyi did not defend himself, but just knelt down in front of his cave...

He already knew the answer.

He didn't want to treat his apprentice as an apprentice, but Yan Rongyi only regarded him as his master.

And Yan Rongyi, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly heard an anxious voice in his heart, constantly urging himself to say something.

Say something to lighten the mood.

--whatever……

—Speak up!

"Master, disciple... Ever since I worshiped you as my teacher, my disciple has devoted herself to the sword, and has absolutely no selfishness with... and all the juniors and sisters."

--what are you saying?

——Why didn't you promise him?

"Shut up!" Yan Rongyi roared silently, "Shut up, shut up..."

But that voice was also his own.

"That's all." Ling Jiushen's sigh melted into the wind and snow, just like himself, and disappeared before Yan Rongyi's eyes in an instant.

"Master...Master." Yan Rongyi involuntarily clutched the robe on her chest, her eyes blurred.

He was like a drowning man, the last piece of driftwood around him had just pulled away.

He couldn't breathe, but he couldn't shed a tear.

He thought, it was Yuan Shen's desperate and helpless dependence on Ling Jiu.

How painful it must be so that after being traversed countless times, the people who have traversed can still feel the heart-piercing pain.

But he couldn't respond, nor was he worthy of responding to Ling Jiushen's love.

Because...he is not Yan Rongyi!

He struggled to get up from the ground, crumbling, holding on to the table, and managed to stand still. After seeing the brittle tea bowl, he fell to his knees again.

The wind howled in his ears.

He heard whispers belonging to ghosts.

Not reconciled, why, I don't believe...

One sound after another almost shattered his eardrums.

Yan Rong covered her head contently, knelt and moved to the half-open window.

"Master..." Tears that had been brewing for a long time finally fell from the corners of his eyes.

— Tick.

"What's going on?" Luo Yu, who was hiding outside the inn, stood up abruptly.

—Tick tock, tick tock.

Luo Yu stood quietly for a moment, then suddenly spread out her right hand solemnly.

The light-golden scroll unfolded slowly, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Luo Yu did not dare to relax at all, frowning tightly, flipping through pages one after another.

"What's wrong?" Black Mist appeared.

"I heard a strange sound." Luo Yu's hand flipping the book stopped slightly, and then exclaimed, "How could this happen?!"

That was the plot he had written and realized.

At this moment, drops of water appeared on the pages of the book, blurring the densely packed handwriting into blood-red water marks.

"This is a plot approved by the Dao of Heaven, how could it...?!" Luo Yu's voice was interrupted by the whistling sword cry.

The pale and huge sword shadow pierced the inn like a rainbow, with a series of explosions.

It was like an ax that opened mountains, raised its sharp blade, and when it struck down, the pitch-black flames suddenly rippled from around the inn like a tide!

"Senior Brother Yan!" Wang Shui and Bai Shuang exclaimed almost at the same time, and then rushed out of the bedroom door.

Qin Qin, who was standing in the courtyard practicing sword, also rose into the air.

The pitch-black flame exploded from the whole body of the red-clothed sword repairman.

Yan Rongyi covered her head and knelt in the middle of the Netherfire, a line of blood and tears dripped from the corner of her eyes.

Memories that didn't belong to him scrambled into his mind.

The nine-petal blood lotus on the back of the hand exudes a coquettish light.

...That is, that seems to be the memory of the first traverser.

"Moxiu——" I don't know who yelled first.

The blue-robed disciples of the Fushan Sect shouted fearfully: "The demon cultivator——Yan Rongyi is bewitched!"

"Bullshit!"

Ling Lie's sword energy brushed the cheek of the first disciple who yelled "Maxiu", and flew out obliquely.

A few strands of hair fluttered to the ground, and Haruyuki's sword gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

Bai Shuang raised her hand, and the light blue real fire spun and bound all the blue-robed disciples.

"Whoever speaks rudely again," Wang Shui beside him, changed from his previous gentleness. His white Taoist robe was windless and automatic. Although the Xiaoyao sword in his hand was not out of its sheath, lavender lightning was permeating his whole body. .”

Yin Qin had already set up countless sword arrays while they were talking, barely covering the inn, and then stood on the edge of the flame with his sword in his arms, staring at Yan Rongyi without blinking.

... Yan Rongyi couldn't take care of herself.

Countless voices chanted in his ears: "Remember, remember..."

He seemed to remember something, but he didn't seem to remember anything.

His soul was squeezed out of Yan Rongyi's body, floating in the air, watching the red-clothed Jianxiu kneeling in the black flames, like a gorgeous manjusawa.

And the sword shadow flying towards him had already turned into ashes the moment it touched the Netherfire.

Distant, like a cold star, the girl with Yujian floating in the air stared at the blazing flame indifferently.

"Magic cultivator?" Her beautiful face reflected the cold moonlight, and she muttered to herself, "Let me save your life first, when they are gone..."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the girl's mouth. The white robe of the Fushan school was too wide for her, covering the bone-like pipa on her back.

And Luo Yu, who was hidden in the dark, nervously watched the book covered by the black mist: "What happened?"

Hei Mist screamed angrily: "I don't know either!"

"...But, the plot you wrote is about to disappear!"

The sword shadow dissipated and the fire slowed down.

"If senior brother Yan is a demon cultivator, how can you be safe and sound in the fire of the nether world?" Bai Shuang withdrew the real fire, and seeing the blue-robed disciple cowering, she became angry from the bottom of her heart, "Don't you have eyes? If senior brother Yan didn't Resist that sword qi just now for you... Do you think you can still stand here and call him a demon cultivator?"

Some disciples muttered unconvinced: "You might not know, that sword energy is going towards him!"

"Yeah, it's unlucky for us to go with him."

"It makes sense. In the Nether Secret Realm, it was because the ghost cultivator of Wangyou Valley wanted to kill him to take revenge and implicate us..."

"Enough!" The real fire in Bai Shuang's hand exploded with a "bang", and the light blue sea of ​​flames illuminated his sharp eyebrows, "You are afraid of Brother Yan's Nether Fire, but are you afraid of me?"

In his voice, the real fire rolled into a monstrous huge wave, faintly trying to contend with the ghostly fire.

"Hoarfrost."

Yan Rongyi withdrew from the chaotic memories, just happened to see this scene, he raised his hand helplessly, retracted the Nether Fire, and also waved away the light blue sea of ​​flames.

"Wang Shui, why didn't you stop him?" Yan Rongyi frowned, leaning against the window of the bedroom, teasing wearily, "What if I can't control the Netherfire..."

"No." Wang Shui interrupted Yan Rongyi with a cold voice, his attitude was even tougher than Bai Shuang, "Students who don't want to go with Senior Brother Yan, stand up...I will send you back to Fushan Sect right now!"

"What are you talking about?" Yan Rongyi slammed the window angrily, "Let's rest, we have to hurry tomorrow."

Then he stood quietly by the window and waited for the noise in the courtyard to dissipate before falling to his knees with a plop, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He seemed to have remembered something, a slight confusion slipped through his eyes, and then when he saw the coquettish nine-petaled blood lotus on the back of his hand, his eyes exploded with fear like a relentless and endless snowstorm.

"Master, what did you do to me..."

"Senior Brother Wang Shui, that sword energy just now..." After all the disciples in the courtyard had dispersed, Bai Shuang couldn't help but grab Wang Shui's sleeve, "Is it..."

"Speak carefully." Wangshui's face was frosty, he didn't want to talk, looked at Qin Qin who was leaning against the door of the inn, silently wiping his sword, and rarely took the initiative to speak, "Thank you."

"What...what?" Bai Shuang looked at Yin Qin in puzzlement as he took off his white Taoist robe, put on a black outfit, and leaped onto the roof with a sword behind his back, "Brother, I can also keep watch at night, what do you want him to do? "

He was still thinking about Yan Rongyi: "Aren't you afraid that Yin Qin will break into Senior Brother Yan's bedroom in the middle of the night?"

"Shut up those unrealistic thoughts of yours." Wang Shui reached out his hand helplessly, and tapped Bai Shuang's eyebrows, "I asked Yin Qin to go, because the ruthless sword he practiced in the ruthless way is the most suitable for dealing with the ruthless sword just now. Sword Qi."

The smile on Bai Shuang's face slowly dissipated because of Wang Shui's words: "Is it really her?"

What answered him was the howling wind.

The night was uneventful.

Bai Shuang walked into the courtyard, raised her head, saw that Yin Qin was still sitting in the same posture as last night, sitting motionless on the roof, and couldn't help persuading: "Come down."

Yin Qin stood up stiffly, looked at Yan Rongyi's closed window, nodded: "Okay."

"Senior brother Yan hasn't woken up yet?" Wang Shui, who came out of the room, regained his usual gentleness, and sighed with emotion, "Really, after so many years of practice, I still like to sleep in."

"Leave him alone." Bai Shuang played with the real fire in his palm angrily, "Let's go, anyway, since he has recovered his cultivation, he can always catch up... If he can't catch up, let him go back to Fushan to find Master!"

"How can there be any reason to leave Senior Brother Yan alone?" Wang Shui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, walked to Yan Rongyi's bedroom door, and knocked lightly twice, "Senior Brother Yan, it's getting late, get up."

There was no movement inside the door.

Bai Shuang sneered: "He must be awake, but he just doesn't care about us!"

Wang Shui put his hand on the door again in a good-tempered manner: "Senior brother Yan, if you are tired, I brought the magic weapon with me. Get up and rest inside, okay?"

This treatment was so sour that Baishuang's teeth ached.

But there was still no response from the door.

The smile on Wang Shui's face faded, and he quickly tapped on the door a few times with his fingers, and then unexpectedly, he drew his sword suddenly, chopping the door of the inn to pieces.

"Brother Wang, Wang Shui?" Bai Shuang, who was joining in the fun, staggered and swallowed in fright, "Isn't it just lying in bed? No...it won't be..."

Wang Shui made such an unusual move, but it was not to wake Yan Rongyi up.

His eyes fell on the empty bedroom, his pupils shrank, then he turned around and asked Yin Qin who jumped down from the roof: "Where is Senior Brother Yan?"

There was no wave in Yin Qin's calm eyes: "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Wang Shui sneered, and the Xiaoyao Sword in his hand was buzzing, "You sat on the roof all night and didn't realize that Senior Brother Yan was gone?"

"Senior brother Yan's cultivation is stronger than mine, how can I guard against him?" Yin Qin's expression was as calm as a dead person.

Lavender lightning began to circle Wang Shui's body, and there was a faint wave of air surging around the two of them.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Bai Shuang hurriedly ran over: "Senior Brother Wangshui, Senior Brother Yin..."

Before he could speak, Wang Shui turned around suddenly, and the air wave dissipated without a sound: "That's all. Bai Shuang, go and check the number of disciples, let's move on."

"Then what about Senior Brother Yan?" Bai Shuang asked anxiously.

Wang Shui squeezed the sword so hard that it turned white: "Since he left on something, he will naturally come back in the future."

Bai Shuang wanted to say something more, but Wang Shui and Qin Qin had already vacated and turned into streamers in an instant.

None of them mentioned the disciple named "Ajiu".

The young man incarnated by Venerable Chengying came and went out of thin air, like a piece of snow. After disappearing, the relevant memories also melted in everyone's minds.

A few hours ago.

Yan Rongyi got up from the ground, wiped off the blood from the corner of her lips, and held Cheng Yingjian who was lying quietly beside the bed.

He opened the window, and with the wind, gracefully fell in the moonlight in front of the house.

"Come out." He sighed, "I know you're here."

In the shadows under the eaves, a dark figure gradually separated: "Senior Brother Yan."

"I thought you would sit on the eaves all night." Yan Rongyi turned around with a smile, "Qinqin, do you want to stop me?"

Yin Qin held the ruthless sword horizontally in front of his body, and shook his head firmly: "My sword will never be unsheathed by Senior Brother Yan."

"Then how are you going to stop me?"

"Brother Yan, that sword qi just now... have you already guessed who made the move?"

"Huh?" Yan Rongyi looked at Yin Qin unexpectedly, "You actually..."

He shook his head and clapped his hands: "I thought it would be Wang Shui who stood here to stop me and asked me if I guessed who made the shot."

Yin Qin kept his original posture, motionless: "It is indeed Wang Shui who asked me to stay here."

"Really?" Yan Rongyi frowned and thought for a moment, her eyes fell on the ruthless sword, and she suddenly realized, "So... her sword is the ruthless sword, and your sword is the ruthless sword. They are born to restrain each other."

"Please also invite Senior Brother Yan to go back to the house." Seeing that he had figured it out, Yin Qin pleaded, "That person has betrayed the Fushan Sect for many years, and his behavior is no different from that of a demon cultivator. There is a saying that it is easy to hide an open spear, but difficult to guard against a hidden arrow. Even if Senior Brother Yan has It’s better to be careful when you have recovered your cultivation.”

"If I hadn't felt your aura... just based on what you said just now, I would have doubted whether you have been taken away by Wangshui." Yan Rongyi walked to Yin Qin's side with a funny face, and gently covered him with her right hand The hand holding the sword, "Greeting."

Yin Qin's whole body was shocked, and he couldn't help himself: "Senior Brother Yan..."

"Since you have guessed who is releasing the sword intent and wanting to kill me, you should understand that her goal has always been only me." Yan Rongyi murmured softly in Yinqin's ear, "let me go!" Let's go. This is between me and her."

"Senior brother Yan." A line of blood dripped from the corner of Yin Qin's lips, and the hand holding the sword lost strength, "You know that I can't stop you, why bother to explain to me?"

Yan Rongyi's figure had already disappeared into the moonlight the moment Yin Qin could no longer hold the sword.

Supporting the ground with his sword, Yin Qin coughed out a mouthful of blood in a daze, and then the hand touched by Yan Rongyi suddenly felt pain, and then, it was covered with clear ice.

Yin Qin raised his head in astonishment, staring fixedly at a point in the sky.

For a moment, he shook his head mockingly: "That's right, he's here, so how could Master not be here?"

At the same time, Yan Rongyi, who was stepping on the Yingying Sword, stabilized her figure.

He quietly watched the figure standing facing the wind in front of him: "Master."

"Master, if I want my disciple to give you an answer, can you also give me an answer?"

Ling Jiu's face was serious: "You ask."

Yan Rongyi looked at Venerable Chengying who was a young man with a funny face, endless bitterness surged in her heart, and finally all settled into cold anger.

He suppressed both admiration and fear at the bottom of his heart, rushed over, grabbed the collar of the lofty Venerable Chengying, and sneered: "Master, there are no outsiders here, why don't you return to your original appearance?"

"I don't want to be a teacher."

He laughed sternly a few times, his eyes filled with water.

"Master, do you not want to...or can't?"

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