villain is a good guy

Ling Jiu nodded deeply: "Just him."

So Qin Qin took over the blood-stained law enforcement mask and became a member of the law enforcement.

Since then, the number of people practicing swords in front of Venerable Chengying's cave has returned to four, but no one has ever bickered with Bai Shuang, and no one has secretly pulled Yan Rongyi's sleeves, saying that It's time for alchemy cheats.

Qin Qin is not Bai Liu, he is more silent than anyone else.

The disciples on Fushan are like wheat seedlings, crop after crop.

For a monk, a hundred years is nothing but a dream.

Open your eyes, the world is already a sea of ​​change.

On this day, Yin Qin came back from the mountain and rushed to report to Venerable Chengying's cave. Yan Rongyi happened to come out of the cave.

"Eldest senior brother." Seeing this, Yin Qin hurriedly bent down to salute.

Yan Rongyi had just practiced swordsmanship in front of Ling Jiushen, her breathing was unstable, her face was slightly drunk, she leaned against the door of the cave and waved her hands, signaling him to go in quickly.

Qin Qin's eyes flicked across Yan Rongyi's face in panic, and his heart almost jumped out of his heart because of the scarlet moles at the end of his eyes.

"Eldest brother..." Yin Qin stopped involuntarily.

"Huh?" Yan Rongyi raised her eyelids, seeing Yin Qin's arms trembling slightly, thinking that he was injured, she frowned and stretched her hands over, and opened his sleeves indifferently, "This time I went down the mountain, but I was injured arrive?"

There was a bang in Yin Qin's mind, and there was no sound. He only felt that Yan Rongyi's thin lips were opening and closing, and he was saying words that he didn't understand, and his pinched wrist was on fire, and his skin was peeling off inch by inch. It burned.

"Big..." Yin Qin looked tremblingly at the face that was close at hand, before he could say the next two words, he was swept away by the strong wind blowing from the cave.

Yan Rongyi was stunned, but she didn't think that the master did it on purpose, but felt that something went wrong in Ling Jiushen's practice.

He didn't care about being courteous, and hurried into the cave: "Master, you..."

Ling Jiu stood coldly in the middle of the pool, not looking like he was insane at all.

Ling Jiushen turned his back to him, and said indifferently, "Noisy."

Yan Rongyi's hanging heart fell, and she walked over helplessly, smoothed the folds of her clothes for Master, and patiently explained for Yin Qin: "Master, Junior Brother Yin just came back from the mountain."

"I don't think there is anything urgent, otherwise I won't be entangled with you in front of the cave."

"Master, Junior Brother Yin was the one who stopped me." Yan Rongyi became more and more helpless, "If you want to punish me, punish me, what's your anger with him?"

Besides, it's just a sentence, why did it get to the point of "entanglement"?

But Yan Rongyi also knew that Ling Jiushen would not be angry with herself.

His master, who is as pure as the bright moon in the sky, will only show his bad temper in front of him.

"If you want to find me, just call out." Yan Rongyi straightened up and stood behind Ling Jiushen.

He was half a head shorter than the master, raised his arms, and could easily embrace Ling Jiushen's three thousand affections into his arms.

...Of course, he only dared to think about it.

Over the years, Yan Rongyi has also figured out the rules, only Ling Jiushen can not be affected by the plot when he gets a chance.

He didn't know whether it was Ling Jiushen who was about to ascend to the sky and disdain to compete with him for the opportunity, or whether the law of heaven was afraid of Ling Jiushen's cultivation and didn't dare to intervene... In short, in front of his master, he could completely let go of his guard. What "protagonist", practice with peace of mind.

"Tell him to come back." The gloom in Ling Jiu's heart dissipated when Yan Rongyi rushed into the cave, "Last time I asked him to deal with the matter of Wangyou Valley, and he did a good job."

Yan Rongyi smiled and nodded: "The elders also said the same."

It's just that, while the elders praised their diligence, they secretly nodded to the other law enforcement officers.

Bai Liu's death sounded the alarm for many white-robed disciples, and for a while no one dared to take on the mask of law enforcement.

Up to now, there are still law enforcement officers from the previous generation, together with Yan Rongyi and the others, struggling with all kinds of trivial matters.

But no one can accept the law enforcement mask, so what can Yan Rongyi do?

Courtesy is back.

He knelt down in front of Ling Jiushen respectfully, recounting his experience of going down the mountain.

Yan Rongyi listened boringly, and his mind wandered away, but he was used to being a senior brother. Although his mind was no longer on Yin Qin, his gentle eyes were fixed on Yin Qin's hair without blinking.

They are all practitioners with sensitive five senses.

Yin Qin blushed as she spoke, while Ling Jiushen's gradually cold gaze was on her side.On one side was Yan Rongyi's gentle gaze, he was suffering sweetly and painfully, and finally finished reporting the situation at the foot of the mountain with difficulty.

"Master, I'll send Junior Brother Yin out." Yan Rongyi's soul returned to his place, and no one could see that he had lost his mind earlier.

Ling Jiu gave him a deep look, then disappeared into the cave with a flick of his sleeves.

"Junior Brother Yin, this way please."

"Eldest brother." Yin Qin followed Yan Rongyi's pace and turned around hesitantly, "Master seems to be angry."

"Nothing." Yan Rongyi shook her head.

His master, at best, is straightforward, at worst, even moody, even if the master and apprentice are alone, he will suddenly put on a straight face and freeze him in place.

"You've done a good job." Yan Rongyi walked to the gate of the cave, patted Qin Qin on the shoulder, "Go, have a good rest, the days are still long."

The blush on Yin Qin's face hadn't faded, and he bowed to salute: "Thank you for your guidance, senior brother."

Yan Rongyi couldn't help but laugh, it was just a few jokes, how could it be called "pointing"?

However, Qin Qin has always been like this, so he didn't take this sentence to heart, and as soon as he raised his smiling eyes, he met Bai Shuang's lifeless gaze.

Bai Shuang has become a different person since Bai Liu's death. It is said that he has completely severed ties with the Bai family. As for the hospitality who replaced Bai Shuang as the law enforcement officer, he naturally said it was okay on the surface, but he really didn't want to get along with it. .

Yin Qin also knew that he hated him, so he left sadly, leaving the two brothers and sisters to look at each other in front of the cave.

"Eldest senior brother." Bai Shuang saluted dryly.

Yan Rongyi rested her forehead and sighed: "If you have anything to do, look for me, or for something to look for, Master?"

"I'm looking for senior brother." Bai Shuang straightened her waist, there was no trace of blood on the young man's thin cheeks, and the hostility in his brows and eyes was so strong that he couldn't suppress it, "Eldest senior brother, I want to go down the mountain to practice."

Yan Rongyi keenly noticed the strangeness in Bai Shuang's tone: "Where are you going to practice?"

Bai Shuang lowered her eyes and replied in a low voice: "Mortal world."

Ten feet of the world of mortals will never end in a lifetime.

Bai Shuang is going down the mountain to cultivate her mind.

Yan Rongyi felt an indescribable sadness in his heart, thinking of the plot, forced the sourness back, raised the corners of his lips, and said, "Yes."

Bai Shuang was slightly moved: "Brother..."

Yan Rongyi pressed his shoulders and pressed back what he hadn't said: "When you want to come back, come back. By the way, don't forget that you are the sword repairer of the Fushan sect, and also the enforcer of the Fushan sect."

With tears in her eyes, Bai Shuang knelt in front of the cave, saluted Yan Rongyi, and Venerable Chengying, and went there for 300 years, no matter how close she was to Fushan, she never came back to take a look.

On the Fushan Mountain, a hundred years is like a day.

Yan Rongyi sent Bai Shuang away, and Fuxi was sad for several days. This Chongming bird, which had been severely injured in the nether world, had already cultivated back most of its original gorgeous feathers. It squatted by the frozen stream all day long, pitying itself.

He even pulled the passing Fushan disciples and asked him, "Do you think my feathers look good?"

"...Looking good? I won't give you any good looks."

"...Not good-looking? What kind of eyes do you have!"

Every time Yan Rongyi passed by, he couldn't help laughing, and when Fuxi's eyes swept over, he pursed his mouth and put on a gentle and elegant air of a big brother: "Not bad."

Fuxi turned her head happily, and continued to look in the mirror at the ice cube.

Later, Fuxi survived the catastrophe of thunder and fell to the ground, becoming a noisy boy with yellow hair.

Probably because of his first birth, Fuxi slipped down the mountain that day, and spent three or four days in Fushan town, then was caught by Wangshui and returned to Fushan, where he gave him a good lesson.

"Don't cause trouble for senior brother." Wang Shui held Fuxi by the back of his neck, as if he was pulling the hair on the back of his neck, "It's not like you don't know how many daily lessons Master assigns for senior brother every day , Most of the affairs of the Fushan School are handled by the elder brother."

Although practitioners don't need to sleep, but the elder brother endured like this...

Wang Shui frowned.

Fuxi shut her mouth limply, feeling guilty from being trained by Wang Shui. When she returned to Venerable Chengying's cave, she saw Yan Rongyi who was rubbing her brows, and immediately turned back into a bird body and flew over. Rubbed his cheek with his little head.

Yan Rongyi was stunned, and then hugged Fuxi in her arms dumbfoundingly: "The hair on the tail is still burning, do you want to burn holes in my Taoist robe?"

"No way." Fuxi murmured softly, "How could I burn holes in the Taoist robes of the Fushan sect?"

Those are all fabrics blessed with aura, ordinary flames can't do anything about them.

"Okay, stop making trouble." Yan Rongyi suppressed the emotion on his face, and said seriously, "Wangyougu wrote a letter a few days ago, saying that the disciples in the valley were bewildered for no reason, and wanted to let the law enforcers Go and see."

Fu Xi's heart was big, and upon hearing the words, he muttered dissatisfiedly: "The ghost cultivators in Wangyou Valley are already talking about something abnormal. What's the use of our sword cultivators from the Fushan School going?"

"Master said that what happened to the disciples in Wangyou Valley is probably related to Moxiu." Yan Rongyi himself was the pawn that Moxiu sent to Fushan School.These years, Moxiu has never contacted him. He almost left the past behind. Now the disciple of Wangyou Valley mentioned that he would naturally go, "Wangshui, Baishuang is not on the mountain, you can go with me." .”

"I want to go too!" Fuxi had just obtained a human body, and couldn't wait to grab Yan Rongyi's collar, "Brother, let me go together."

Yan Rongyi hesitated for a moment, but didn't feel any reminder that the plot was going online in his consciousness, so he readily agreed: "You can go, but you can't waste your cultivation, let alone turn into a bird body to play tricks just because you are lazy."

A successfully transformed spirit beast needs to be cultivated in a human way.

Fuxi has a quick temper, and sometimes thinks that the cultivation speed of the human body is too slow, and secretly transforms back into the bird body, even daring to skip the morning and evening classes of the Fushan School.

"Okay, definitely not a bird." Fuxi turned into a human form on the spot, pulled Yan Rongyi's sleeves, and followed his steps step by step, "Elder brother, do you know? When I was not injured, I passed by once, and I was almost scared to death... Do you know what I saw them doing?"

"...They are digging up people's ancestral graves!"

"Nonsense." Yan Rongyi sighed angrily, "The skeletons refined by the disciples of Wangyou Valley are mostly disciples who died in the valley, or ordinary people who had nowhere to live."

These mortals attached themselves to Wangyou Valley in order to have a bite to eat, and voluntarily donated their bones after a hundred years for the disciples of Wangyou Valley to practice.

"Then where is enough?" Fuxi didn't believe it, and ran up to Yan Rongyi with a step of his calf, "They have so many disciples, just digging their own ancestral graves is definitely not enough!"

"Do you think that every ghost cultivator can control a hundred ghosts?" Wang Shui's voice came from behind them, "There are so many ghost cultivators who can't control a single bone in their entire lives."

"There are also many ghost cultivators who share the same skeleton." After Yan Rongyi finished speaking, she always felt that this sounded a bit strange, and added with a frown, "Manipulating the skeleton is like manipulating the flying sword of life. Look, we can condense the sword of life on Fushan As long as there are people in Wanwan, you will know how many ghost cultivators who can manipulate bones in Wangyou Valley."

Fuxi suddenly realized.

As they spoke, they came to the gate of the cave, Yin Qin had already been waiting by the side, when he saw them appear, he bowed and saluted: "Hello, brothers."

Fuxi ran over and rubbed Qin Qin's head with a smile.

Although he has just cultivated human form, but he has been on the mountain longer than Yin Qin, so in terms of seniority, he is still Yin Qin's senior brother.

Yin Qin didn't take it seriously, but Chong Mingniao was very embarrassed: "Junior Brother Yin, we are going to Wangyou Valley, will you go with us?"

When Yin Qin heard the words "Wangyou Valley", his eyes darkened obviously.

"What's wrong?" Yan Rong frowned after seeing the complaint, "What's wrong with Wangyou Valley?"

"There is nothing wrong with Wangyou Valley." Yin Qin shook his head hesitantly, and secretly glanced at Senior Brother Yan's expression. Seeing his puzzled face, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's just that I heard...Brother Bai and Bai Shuang recently appeared in Wangyou Valley. Get up."

After Yin Qin's words fell, there was a dead silence in front of the cave.

It has been 300 years since Baishuang went down the mountain. If the soul lamp hadn't been burning brightly, they would have gone looking for it long ago.

But they all knew why Bai Shuang went down the mountain.

Bai Liu's death was like a scar that could not heal, as long as Bai Shuang was on the Fushan Mountain for a day, this scar would be torn open continuously, bleeding continuously.

...Because there will always be someone to replace Bai Liu.

The position of a law enforcer will not be vacant for a dead person, and the elders of Fushan will not refuse to accept disciples.

Fushan seems to remain unchanged all year round, but it is no longer the Fushan in Bai Shuang's heart.

"Forget it, let's go and have a look." Yan Rongyi lowered her eyes, almost fleeing into the cave.

He can't protect his younger brother and younger sister, only the master...

He greedily stared at the corner of Ling Jiu's dark robe.

Only his master will not be swayed by the way of heaven.

Only Master is the driftwood he can cling to when he is in despair.

"Why are you sweating so much?"

Yan Rong looked up in panic, and found his own shadow in Ling Jiu's dark and light pupils. He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he hugged Master's waist uncontrollably.

Ling Jiu was shocked all over, pretending to be annoyed: "Nonsense."

Yan Rongyi refused to let go.

Over the years, he has been tortured constantly, no matter how he got the opportunity, he has to think about whether there is cannon fodder who died because of him.

He felt that he was an executioner, using the identity of the protagonist as the knife and the unchangeable fate as the blade, and simply and neatly deprived countless lives.

He is a sinner of this world.

"Master." Yan Rongyi collapsed and knelt in Ling Jiushen's arms, "Master, if... if the law of heaven does not allow..."

"Rongyi, if you are always obsessed with the way of heaven, you must be insane." Ling Jiushen remembered Yan Rongyi's disheartened appearance when Bai Liu died many years ago, and grabbed his wrist angrily, holding him firmly. firmly embedded in the bosom.

Yan Rongyi was so full of plot, she didn't think there was anything wrong, and even moved forward because of her trust in her master.

Ling Jiushen's jaw tightened suddenly, his eyes were burned by the small mole on the corner of his apprentice's eyes, and his words became more and more fierce: "Ordinary mortals still have to endure the pain of life and death, let alone monks?"

"...Rongyi, if you were in the mortal world..." Ling Jiu pinched Yan Rongyi's chin deeply, met those watery eyes, his mouth was dry for a while, and he couldn't continue.

If Yan Rongyi is in the world, how long can she live peacefully with such an appearance?

A resentment welled up in Ling Jiu's heart for no reason, and he waved his longing apprentice out of the cave: "Go to Wangyou Valley and reflect on yourself!"

Yan Rongyi knelt in front of the cave mansion in embarrassment, did not hear the strangeness in Ling Jiushen's tone, and bid farewell honestly.

Standing aside, Fuxi, who had witnessed everything, was amazed: "You say, why did the elder brother make the master angry?"

Wang Shui lowered his eyes and said nothing, his face was calm, but he gritted his teeth, forcing himself not to rush over, and helped Yan Rongyi up.

So the only one who answered Fu Xi was a taciturn and courteous: "I don't know."

Fuxi instantly misses Baishuang.

With Bai Shuang around, at least it won't be so boring!

"Are you ready to go down the mountain?" Yan Rongyi got up and brushed off the snow on his robe, and when he turned around, he saw Wang Shui and others.

He didn't feel embarrassed, but the juniors all changed the subject.

Wang Shui said, "It's ready."

Qin nodded.

Fuxi chirped: "Hurry up, if you don't go down the mountain, it will be dark."

Yan Rongyi silently accepted the kindness of his juniors, and brought a group of swordsmen down the mountain.

On the way, Fuxi couldn't hold back anymore and secretly asked, "Eldest senior brother, you and Master..."

Although Yin Qin and Wang Shui didn't speak, they both pricked up their ears.

Yan Rongyi hooked the corners of her lips: "My practice has gone wrong."

The three juniors suddenly realized.

No wonder.

It turned out that something went wrong in his practice, if not, how could Venerable Chengying be willing to kick his most beloved disciple out of the house?

After Yan Rongyi finished speaking, the hands hanging in the armholes tightened.

When he was driven out of the cave by Ling Jiushen, he only felt that he couldn't understand life and death, which made his master angry, but he calmed down and recalled the expression of his master's words, his heart was beating like a beating, and his face was red.

He even remembered the tiny fine lines on Master's lips.

Humid, warm, he...wanted to...

Yan Rongyi suddenly stopped.

Fuxi turned around wonderingly: "Brother Yan?"

He raised his eyes suddenly, and at that moment, emotions that Chongmingniao couldn't understand rolled across his eyes - it seemed to be surprised, it seemed to be fearful, but there was also a hint of joy.

The joys and sorrows of the world have all gone through Yan Rongyi's eyes.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" Wang Shui and Yin Qin had already gone to explore the way first, and the only one staying beside Yan Rongyi was Fu Xi.

The Chongming Bird was wearing a white robe, circling around him, as if it still had wings, and as soon as it stood on the sword, it wanted to jump two miles away.

"It's nothing." Yan Rongyi pursed her lips and shook her head, muttering in a low voice, "I just thought of Bai Shuang."

Fu Xi was straightforward, what Wang Shui and Yin Qin were unwilling to say, he said without blinking: "Brother, will Bai Shuang get overwhelmed and run to learn how to manipulate bones with the disciples of Wangyou Valley?" gone?"

"No, Bai Shuang is not a reckless person."

"But Bai Liu is his real sister." Fuxi scratched her hair and said to herself, "If my real sister dies..."

Fuxi shuddered, and belatedly realized that this was not a good topic, so she rubbed the soles of her feet with oil and flew forward: "Why did Wang Shui and Yin Qin spend so long exploring the way? Senior brother, let me go Find them!"

Yan Rongyi looked at Fuxi's back and sighed silently.

That's right, Bai Shuang is not considered a reckless person, but it was his sister who died, who knows, whether he can still keep calm?

Wangyou Valley is located in an inaccessible canyon to the west of Huaijiang Mountain.

Wangyou Valley is different from other sects, the disciples in the valley seldom walk in the world because of their special skills, even if they go out, they will be covered in pitch-black Taoist robes, like wandering ghosts one after another.

But in fact, Wangyou Valley has a good reputation in the local area, because the disciples in the valley are kind and generous. Although they practice paradoxical techniques such as refining corpses, they actually help many travelers who died in other places to return home. They are a bit like corpse chasers in the mortal world.

When Yan Rongyi and his party came to Wangyou Valley, the disciples of Wangyou Valley had already been waiting outside the valley for a long time.

"Friend Daoist Yan." The leader Guixiu was wrapped in a pitch-black robe, with scarlet eyes hidden behind the shadow of the hood.

Yan Rongyi returned a salute.

Guixiu also said that his name is Guixia, and he is Yunyun, a disciple of Wangyougu's dozens of generations.

The names of the disciples of various sects and sects are various, Yan Rongyi didn't react after hearing this, but saw the flash of sullenness in Gui Xia's eyes.

He guessed that this person must be a disciple with a high status in Wangyou Valley. Sure enough, after entering the valley, although most of the disciples in Wangyou Valley called Gui Xia "little junior", they were actually respectful. Later, he met the owner of Wangyou Valley, Yan Only then did Rong Yi know that Gui Xia was the direct disciple of the owner of Wangyou Valley.

Although the owner of Wangyou Valley is wearing a black robe, he doesn't cover his face under the robe. He looks like an ordinary middle-aged mortal on the side of the road: "My nephews, you don't have to be polite, let's have some tea first."

Yan Rongyi and the others had already put on the masks of law enforcers before entering Wangyou Valley, and their identities at this moment were not just sword cultivators of the Fushan School.

So they are unmoved.

"Master Guigu, let's talk about your disciples in the valley first." Yan Rongyi pulled out the letter from Wangyougu inviting the enforcers to come down from the sleeve.

The owner of Wangyou Valley smiled and waved his hands: "No rush, this matter...is related to your Fushan sect."

Yan Rongyi's heart sank, her intuition was not good.

Sure enough, the next sentence from the owner of Wangyou Valley was: "Is there a sword cultivator named Baishuang on Fushan Mountain?"

"...The accident of our disciples in Wangyou Valley has something to do with him."

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