villain is a good guy

The so-called "plot" is the fate that the characters in the story cannot escape no matter how they struggle.

Even if one learns about the previous situation and predicts the future, in the end, only a few different branches are taken in the story, and then reach the same end point, and the established ending can never be changed.

Not only Yan Rongyi, who is the "villain", wants to follow the plot, but "Luo Yu", the protagonist, also wants to follow the plot.

Both of them have a copy of "Strategy" in their hands, and the general trend of the plot is similar.

The reason why the villain is a villain is because he is bound by the law of heaven, no matter how outrageous the plot is, he must bite the bullet and go on.

And what about the protagonist?The plot in his hands is not only complete and fuller than the plot of the villain, but also much easier to follow.

He can even write the plot himself if logic allows.

For example, if the plot in Luo Yu's hand is "getting a chance", then what Yan Rongyi saw in "Strategy", even if it is not "losing a chance", will eventually miss the chance of getting it.

This is the fate of being a villain.

But even if he is the darling of heaven, the protagonist's life is not so easy.

What happens in a few words in the plot may involve hundreds of people, even if there is a mistake in a thousand percent, it will cause a major loophole in the plot.

This is the case today.

Luo Yu, who was kneeling in the snow, gritted her teeth and called out the Hibiscus Sword. She dropped her two severed arms and left Venerable Chengying's cave in a state of embarrassment.

"What the hell... went wrong?" He swayed in the wind.

Heiwu's voice was unprecedentedly urgent: "It can't be detected! But it must be related to Yan Rongyi. Where is Yan Rongyi?"

"I don't know!" Luo Yu fell from mid-air before flying to her bedroom.The ice-sealed wounds on both sides of his severed arm had begun to turn black, and countless mist-like liquids surged behind the ice layer, almost breaking through the transparent shackles in front of him.

Luo Yu lay on the ground and took a few breaths, then sat up with difficulty.

He didn't rush back to the house, but stared at the gray sky, muttering to himself: "Yan Rong has been poisoned by Fei Lian, even if she doesn't die, she will peel off her skin. But I just saw Ling Jiushen Not only was he not in a hurry, but he was also waiting for a ostrich to take shape... What does it mean? It means that Yan Rongyi must be fine."

"...But where will Ling Jiushen hide him?"

"Plot, oh plot!" Hei Wu was so focused on the plot that he didn't even bother to listen to Luo Yu's analysis.

Luo Yu frowned slightly, "Shut up!"

"You want me to shut up?" The black mist did not stop, but became even more anxious, "Do you know the consequences of the collapse of the plot?"

"...If Tiandao's plan falls short because of this, neither you nor I will have good fruit to eat!"

Luo Yu was naturally afraid of the way of heaven, but he didn't even know what went wrong in the plot, so he could only sit in the snow and wait for the black mist to break through the ice and turn into a complete arm before letting out a deep breath.

"How many years?" he asked in a low voice.

"I don't remember." Hei Wu replied quietly.

That's right, it's been so long that they have forgotten how many years it took for the plot to get to where it is today.

Black Mist said in a trembling voice: "This is the first time that the plot has a major loophole..."

If Yan Rongyi was here now, he would definitely retort: ​​No, it's not the first time.

Yan Rongyi, who was struck by lightning, had a bizarre dream.

In other words, he was reborn in a dream.

"Hello...Hello? Wake up!" Dirty water with a muddy smell splashed on Yan Rongyi's face.

He woke up coughing, and the voice in his ears was still there: "I thought he was dead... Well, what's the difference between living and dead for this kind of person?"

Yan Rongyi looked around blankly, and found herself in a dirty and narrow cell.

There was flea-infested straw under him, and a moldy bucket in hand—the water that had just been splashed on his face came from here.

"You're out of luck." A ghostly, resentful and hollow voice suddenly came from the darkness.

Yan Rongyi was startled: "Who?"

"Your neighbor." The voice hummed softly and complained, "If you die, you don't have to be my opponent."

"What...opponent?" Before Yan Rongyi could figure out the situation, a dazzling light spread from a distance without warning, and he was able to see the source of that voice clearly - it was someone who looked about his age teenager.

The young man was dressed in a rag and linen shirt, with two or three dry straws stuck on his head. He was in a cell similar to Yan Rongyi. When the light spread to the front of the cell, he stood up hesitantly.

Almost the moment he stood up, Yan Rongyi gasped.

How can that young man be considered a "human"?

His upper body is no different from ordinary people, but his legs hidden in the darkness have been replaced by thorny feet, like a praying mantis with a human body.

His stomach was churning, and he was about to gag.

"Why, are you afraid?" The young man gripped the cell door with both hands, and forced a provocative sneer at Yan Rongyi, "I thought the opponent this time was so powerful... so he was a coward."

The wandering light finally fell at their feet.

The figures shrouded in pitch-black robes are like ghosts, floating to the door of their prison with the light, unlocking the heavy door lock with secret methods, and then drifting away with their backs to the light.

The young man was not surprised, stretched his waist, and kicked open the cell door with a sharp foot knife: "Let's go, hurry up, don't waste time, it's best to make a quick decision. I haven't eaten today, and I don't want to miss dinner."

Before Yan Rongyi could figure out what happened, she lost control of her body.

His legs seemed to have self-awareness, and he took the initiative to lead him outside the prison, and followed the boy to the light source.

"Do you know that those demon cultivators are getting impatient?" Probably because it was a rare time to come out of the cage, the young man deliberately lightened his steps, and whispered next to him, "You are already the one they sent in." .90 nine people."

"... I don't think you look very powerful. Could it be that they can't find anyone?"

"...Oh, that's right. In this world, all the powerful seedlings have been taken away by the various sects. What's the matter with their demon cultivators?"

"...If you can't beat me, can they give up the idea of ​​installing demon cultivators in the Fushan faction?"

The young man grabbed his hair in distress, and knocked out the straw in his hair: "Should I let the water go and pretend to lose to you?"

"...Oh, no, no, if I release the water, it won't be you, but me who will die."

Yan Rongyi heard herself say calmly: "You were the one who died."

The young man rambled all the way, but was suddenly interrupted, he didn't care about Yan Rongyi's indifference at all, he laughed, he didn't take his words seriously at all, and made four or five jokes about this sentence, until he came to the open stone gate Before, it was completely quiet.

The strong light made Yan Rongyi unable to open his eyes, he wanted to back up, but his body moved forward involuntarily.

The figure wrapped in the black robe reappeared at some point, they put a mask on Yan Rongyi and the young man, and then pushed them out of the door——

Whoa!

The ear-piercing screams hit Yan Rongyi like a sea wave, he staggered and fell forward, but he didn't see the solemn face of the half-human, half-demon boy, a broad ax appeared in his palm, and he walked towards the field step by step.

This is an oval arena.

On the towering stands, there are demon cultivators, spirit beasts, and even monks wearing costumes from various sects.

They wore masks of different shapes, only showing two bloodthirsty and manic eyes, looking intently at the teenagers who were pushed into the arena.

They shouted: "Fight!"

"kill him!"

"I pressured you to win, you are not allowed to lose!"

…………

Yan Rongyi had a splitting headache, and wanted to cover his ears, but his hand automatically grasped a rusty sword, and even his feet took a step forward, another step... He came in front of the young man. With horrified eyes, he raised the sword in his hand.

"Why..." The boy's mouth overflowed with blood mixed with internal organs, his eyes were loose, "Why... I can't move..."

Yan Rongyi's stiff expression changed briefly. He smiled slightly, opened his mouth to say something, and then waved the sword in his hand in the boy's confused expression.

Without any fancy skills, just an ordinary sword strike, the boy was cut in two in front of Yan Rongyi.

Blackened blood splashed on his face, he stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his lips.

...is hot.

"waste!"

"You didn't resist?"

"One more round!"

Yan Rongyi ignored the complaints of the spectators in the stands, and threw the sword in his hand to the ground.

He walked slowly back to the open door, and his thin figure sank into the darkness again.

The figure wrapped in a black robe took off the mask on his face, and a hoarse voice floated into his ears: "It's time."

Yan Rongyi paused slightly: "Okay."

Three days later, he washed off the blood all over his body, put on a red robe, and came to Fushan Town at the foot of Fushan Mountain.

In the small town, there are monks everywhere.

Yan Rongyi found a teahouse, went in and ordered a pot of tea.

Almost every table in the teahouse is full.

Monks, you stand next to me, and I stand next to you, whispering.

What they talked about was nothing more than how lively the Fushan Sect's founding ceremony would be, and some people felt that after thousands of years, why didn't Venerable Chengying accept disciples?

"In my opinion, it's better not to accept disciples." The monk wrapped in a pitch-black robe said sinisterly, "A single Venerable Chengying will overwhelm all the monks in the world. Another disciple, our other sects How will you live in the future?"

Yan Rongyi purposely glanced at the prestige—it was also a black robe, this monk gave him a completely different feeling from those in the prison—he looked away boredly.

"That makes sense." The cultivator in Tsing Yi echoed in a low voice, "Honor Cheng Ying's cultivation base is too advanced, and he is still on the right path, which is a blessing to you and me, but who can guarantee that he will always be like this?"

What he said was sanctimonious, but in reality it was extremely shameless, except for Yan Rongyi, all the monks in the teahouse were worried.

"Combining the power of several factions, can't he be defeated?"

The monk in Tsing Yi slowly shook his head: "If my ancestors have not ascended..."

He sighed helplessly, saying nothing.

I don't know who took the lead in complaining: "Why doesn't Venerable Chengying ascend?"

Instantly attracted countless complaints: "That's right, the monks of his generation have already ascended, what is he still doing here?"

"Could it be that there are not enough opportunities?"

"Who knows? If there is a chance to ascend, I wish I could ascend sooner!"

…………

Discussions were endless. The monks suspected that there was something wrong with Venerable Chengying's cultivation. They were not as powerful as their ancestors, so they couldn't ascend, and they said that Venerable Chengying's cultivation was definitely an exaggeration. Not as powerful as rumored.

Everyone talked dryly, and the sky was gloomy before they dispersed, and then gathered in the teahouse the next day, talking nonsense, and so on, until... the opening ceremony of Fushan kicked off.

Those monks who were disdainful of the Venerable Chengying rushed to the Fushan School's mountain gate, fearing that they would be taken the lead, and countless jokes were made when they queued up for registration.

Yan Rongyi followed the group of people to Fushan, and when registering his intention, he said calmly that he wanted to become a disciple of Fushan sect.

As soon as the words fell, bursts of laughter came from behind.

The cultivators in the teahouse had noticed this young man in red for a long time. After seeing that he was not accompanied by elders, they decided that this was just a casual cultivator who was lucky enough to step into the fairyland.

They thought that he was like other monks, coming to join in the fun at the Fushan Ceremony, but they didn't expect that he was so sick that he wanted to eat swan meat, dreaming of becoming a disciple of the Fushan School.

"Little brother, what's the point of being Fushan's sword cultivator?" What's more, seeing Yan Rongyi's gorgeous appearance, he felt vicious thoughts in his heart, and reached out to hook his chin, "It's better to be mine..."

Before he finished speaking, the cold sword lay across his neck.

The sword cultivator dressed in white landed lightly in front of Yan Rongyi: "Everyone, today is a good day for the Fushan Sect, and we wait for the disciples in white robes not to see blood."

The white robe in Fushan represents honor, and also represents unfathomable cultivation.

The monk who molested Yan Rongyi retreated disheartenedly, and he also bowed his head in salute: "Thank you for your help."

The white-robed disciple smiled and retracted his sword: "No, I want to thank you for withdrawing at the last moment and saving his life."

Yan Rongyi raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

The white-robed disciple of the Fushan Sect gave him a deep look: "Go sign up."

Then, looking at Yan Rongyi's back, he muttered to himself: "... Our Fushan faction, are we going to have another monster with a unique bone?"

Yan Rongyi, who turned his back to the white-robed disciple, slowly raised the corners of his lips, then raised his right hand indistinctly, and a book appeared in his palm out of thin air.

of course.

He said in his heart the words he once said to the half-human, half-devil boy:

Who is... I am the protagonist?

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