villain is a good guy

Although it is not common for practitioners to lose their hands and feet, they will not die like ordinary people.

But as soon as Ling Jiushen made a move, under the coercion, all the spiritual energy in Gui Bian's body froze, and he was more ordinary than ordinary people, so he tasted the pain of losing his hand firmly.

Yan Rongyi shivered in the arms of her master, her intuition was not good, she pulled away the hand on her waist and looked - blood was soaring, Gui Bian fell unconscious in a pool of blood.

"Master." Yan Rongyi knew that Ling Jiushen did this for her own sake, and still sighed disapprovingly, "How could you..."

His words turned into a sigh again, his worries about the future of the Fushan School had overshadowed all inhuman thoughts.

After Gui Bian wakes up, will he attack the Fushan faction?

Even if no one in the world is Ling Jiushen's opponent, the spitting stars of the people in the world can drown the Fushan faction.

"Master." Thinking of this, Yan Rong looked at Ling Jiushen again, "You are too aggressive."

Ling Jiu didn't take it seriously, and clenched his hands hidden in the armhole tightly, and the aura that was supposed to cut off Gui Bian's other arm dissipated silently.

Venerable Chengying's face was filled with indifference: "That's all."

Yan Rongyi calmed down, then covered her heart, and coughed softly.

He was injured in the illusion, and then survived Gui Bian's coercion, the spiritual energy in his body was in a mess, and now he suddenly relaxed, his blood naturally surged, and he couldn't even stand firmly.

But Yan Rongyi remembered the matter of Bai Shuang, and struggled to grab Ling Jiushen's sleeve: "Master, Bai Shuang killed the disciple of Wangyou Valley in the illusion, there must be something strange about it, he is definitely not a demon cultivator... ..."

"Master knows." Ling Jiu covered Yan Rongyi's eyes with his cold hands, "Go to sleep, and leave the rest to Master."

Unlike Ling Jiu's deep and cold fingertips, the warm spiritual energy poured into his body, repairing his broken meridians, and also brought his mind into a silent pool.

Yan Rongyi's hand holding Ling Jiushen's sleeve slowly lost strength, and her raised head also lowered. At the end of her consciousness, it was the master's amber pupils that gathered wind and snow.

He felt a little strangely uneasy, but the pool of water at the end of his consciousness was too lingering, and he finally closed his eyes.

Ling Jiushen hugged Yan Rongyi horizontally, like a ostrich with gorgeous wings.

He didn't let Gui Bian go as promised to Yan Rongyi, instead he walked over and cut off the other arm of the owner of Wangyou Valley, then he lowered his head and brushed away a strand of long hair from his apprentice's forehead, muttering to himself: "If If Rong Yi knows, she will definitely be hurt again."

Ling Jiu let out an annoyed "tsk", and grabbed Gui Bian's head from the air. A few pale memories came out from the head of the owner of Wangyou Valley, and disappeared into the air in the blink of an eye. The two severed arms were also roughly pushed back by Venerable Chengying.

After doing all this, Ling Jiushen seemed to feel something when he turned around.

He raised his eyelids and found Gui Xia paralyzed in the corner.

"Since you want to kick Rongyi, let's use the leg." Ling Jiu took away Gui Xia's memory, but didn't take back Gui Xia's broken leg.

Poor Guixiu rolled on the ground several times, but he didn't wake up. In the end, Gui Bian regained his senses first, got up from the ground panting, shaking his two blue arms, and flashed one after another in his eyes. horror.

"Senior Brother Baishuang?" Fuxi turned back into a bird body, scraped Baishuang's face with her feathers unwillingly, trying to regain her consciousness.

"Don't bother." Wang Shui, who was sitting by the side, frowned and rubbed the Xiaoyao Sword, lavender lightning flashed from his fingertips from time to time, "If he doesn't defeat the inner demon, he will be like this for the rest of his life."

"Forever?" Fuxi fluttered to Wangshui's shoulder in fright, and a few more feathers fell from the tip of her wings, "No, Baishuang can't live like this foolishly for a lifetime!"

Don't look at Fu Xi's frequent bickering with Bai Shuang, in fact, he will always remember that these Fushan sect's sword cultivators have saved his life.

Chongming Bird combed the feathers on his body sadly: "Let's ask Master."

Before the words were finished, the atmosphere in the room had already changed significantly.

Wang Shui raised his eyes, looked at the expressionless Qin Qin, and asked an irrelevant question: "What did you see in the illusion?"

Yin Qin's calm expression became even more rigid: "What did you see?"

"What are you talking about?" Fuxi fell to the ground and turned into a human form. Although he didn't understand what Wang Shui and Yin Qin were talking about, he sensed the undercurrent in the air.

"Fuxi, you go out first." Wang Shui raised the corners of his lips, showing a non-concerned smile, and nodded his chin at Chong Mingniao, "I have something that I want to talk to Junior Brother Yin alone."

Fu Xi hesitated and walked to the door: "Brother, don't quarrel with Brother Yin."

He scratched at the crack of the door, exhorting and exhorting unwillingly: "Speak up if you have something to say."

Wang Shui watched Fu Xi go away with a smile, then when the door was completely closed, he turned cold, rubbed his fingertips against the sharp blade of the Xiaoyao Sword, and said in a low voice, "I heard you."

When he escaped from the illusion, he clearly heard Yin Qin muttering "elder brother".

Not to be outdone, Yin Qin drew out his sword: "I heard that too."

The moment Wang Shui broke free from the illusion, the word Big Brother rolled over on the tip of his tongue.

The two of them stood quietly on both sides of the bedroom, with the tips of their swords facing each other's faces.

The snow-white robe moves automatically without wind, and at this time, silence is better than sound.

Yin Qin noticed Wang Shui's feelings for Yan Rongyi, so why didn't Wang Shui discover the delusion in Yin Qin's heart?

The two of them were surrounded by invisible sword intent, constantly probing and confronting, faint sweat surfaced on their foreheads, fragmented objects in the room began to vibrate uneasily, and at the moment when they were about to explode, a sound came from outside the room. Fuxi's voice was heard: "Master!"

All sword intent dissipated.

Wang Shui and Yin Qin withdrew their natal flying swords at the same time, and when the door was pushed open, they bowed respectfully to the ground: "Master."

The chill was like running water, flowing in with the swaying corners of the pitch-black robe of Venerable Chengying.

A sneer flashed across Ling Jiu's half-closed eyes.

The Fushan faction he founded... who did he accept?

Everyone is thinking of his apprentice in his heart.

His only apprentice.

Ling Jiushen's arms around Yan Rongyi's waist tightened suddenly.

Yan Rongyi let out a drowsy moan.

That voice was like Lin Laiquan's rhyme, ding ding dong dong on the apex of the hearts of several sword cultivators who already had ghosts in their hearts.

Both Wang Shui and Yin Qin showed unspeakable forbearance, and were awakened by Ling Jiushen's heavy hum, and they both knelt down on the ground with pale faces.

"Go on." Ling Jiushen didn't want to see the faces of these coveted apprentices again, so he rolled Wang Shui and Qin Qin out of the bedroom door with a wave of his sleeves.

--boom!

Two muffled sounds accompanied by Fuxi's exclamation drifted into the wind.

Bai Shuang, who was sitting dumbfounded on the ground, was still repeating those few words: "Sister... Sister, I will die for you."

And the two white-robed disciples, whose inner demons were detected by Venerable Chengying, no longer had the intention to draw swords at each other, and under Fuxi's anxious gaze, they each sat cross-legged in the courtyard, meditating.

And Ling Jiushen, who put Yan Rongyi on the bed, put his fingertips on his apprentice's forehead.

The so-called demons are delusion.

Ling Jiu leaned deeply against the bed, making up his mind to take a look at Yan Rongyi's "wishful thinking".

Yan Rongyi actually didn't think about anything.

Not in the illusion, the inner demon is quietly dormant in the consciousness, like a small scar, if you don't touch it easily, it will not ooze blood.

Monks don't dream either.

Their rest is a process of half-dream and half-awake, and the aura in the body works automatically.

But it was Ling Jiushen who entered Yan Rongyi's consciousness.

Even if Ling Jiushen didn't make a move, Yan Rongyi's own consciousness would still have ripples circle after circle.

"Master." Jian Xiu in red robe knelt in front of Ling Jiushen. The scarlet Taoist robe blossomed into a flower of manjusawa, "The new disciples have settled down."

Ling Jiushen opened his eyes and moved his stiff fingers: "Okay."

Then he lowered his eyes in dissatisfaction.

It turns out that in the depths of the desire projected by the demon, the relationship between Yan Rongyi and herself is no different from reality.

They are mentors and disciples from beginning to end.

Ling Jiu felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

So what if he is the number one swordsman in the world?

Rong Yi doesn't have him in her heart.

Ling Jiushen left the body in the illusion without hesitation, and the moment he was about to get rid of the demons, Yan Rongyi suddenly lowered his voice and said in a trembling voice: "Master, tonight is still..."

His remaining doubts were buried under uneasy gasps.

Ling Jiushen instantly returned to his body in the illusion: "Yes."

He wanted to see what Yan Rongyi was going to do.

Yan Rongyi heard the master's answer, her body swayed, and after a while, she gritted her teeth and knelt on the ground: "I will follow the master's instruction."

Then he escaped from the cave in embarrassment.

Like in reality, he first finds new disciples, guides them to familiarize themselves with the environment in Fushan Sect, and then tells them the rules of Fushan Sect while walking.

On the way, Yan Rongyi met Wang Shui and Yin Qin.

"Eldest brother." Wang Shui, who was in Yan Rongyi's inner demon, was well-dressed and gentle, "Would you like to go to the Tai Chi Dojo with us to practice at night?"

Yan Rongyi's face was slightly stiff, she looked away, looked at the snow that never melted on the Fushan Mountain, and shook her head: "Master needs me tonight."

Wang Shui did not doubt that he was there: "Then it will be another day."

After speaking, salute and say goodbye.

Yin Qin, who was following Wang Shui, hesitated for a moment, and when he passed Yan Rongyi, he reminded him in a low voice: "Brother, on your neck..."

Yan Rongyi was so shocked that he almost couldn't maintain the smile on his face, he hurriedly closed his collar, and when the two juniors left, he brought the new disciple to the elder, and immediately turned into a streamer, slipping away in one breath In front of the bamboo building that Master built for him, a mirror appeared in the palm of his hand, and moved tremblingly to the front of his neck.

On the snow-white skin, there was a faint blush from a healed sword wound.

Yan Rongyi's heart hit the ground fiercely, and she gasped in embarrassment.

...not hickeys.

He staggered and pushed open the door, tightening his collar amidst the howling wind.

He thought he was spotted by Qin Qin.

Yan Rongyi walked slowly behind the screen, where there was a pool of warm spring water flowing.

He looked at the sky, untied his belt, took off his fiery red Taoist robe, and then his spotless inner garment.

The soft fabric fell like snow, along the satin-like skin, revealing the red plums hidden on the pure white canvas.

Yan Rongyi raised her legs and stepped into the pool, letting the warm water envelop her. After a long time, she let out a broken sigh in the water.

...God knows how hard he had to pretend in front of his juniors and younger sisters!

But master...

Yan Rongyi frowned, and the fingers resting on the edge of the pool trembled slightly, splashing a small ripple.

Master has never changed.

No matter how the relationship between them changes, Ling Jiushen will always be so calm, like ice that will not melt.

He is not the one who can impress Master.

Yan Rongyi has already recognized the facts.

After he took a shower, it was completely dark.

Jianxiu in red walked quietly in the snowy night, like a ghost in a mortal storybook.

The ends of his hair were still not dry, and the dripping water traces spread far away, and then mixed with the ice and snow.

On the road, there are occasional mountain patrol disciples from the Fushan School passing by.

Yan Rongyi walked past them lightly, blending into the red light reflected by the lantern.

"Who?!" A sword cultivator turned around abruptly, held up a lantern to shine on the face of the junior brother behind him, and saw his own face shrouded in terror in his eyes.

"Brother?" His junior rubbed his arms, "What did you see?... No one passed by just now."

"Maybe it's because of my eyesight." He laughed and murmured in his heart.

Sword repairer in red, there is only one person up and down Fushan...

But in the middle of the night, where is the elder brother going?

Yan Rongyi has come to the depths of Venerable Chengying's cave.

The carved wooden bed was covered with bed gauze, and his extremely familiar figure was faintly reflected in it.

Ling Jiushen had been waiting for Yan Rongyi on the bed for a long time. He leaned silently on the head of the bed, wanting to see what the apprentice in his heart would do.

His bony hands reached into the bed veil, followed by the pale young man.

Yan Rongyi climbed onto the bed in front of her master.

He knelt on the bed, lowered his head and skillfully untied his belt.

The red robe was like the sunset glow, sinking into the dusk on his shoulders.

Ling Jiushen's pupils shrank violently. Although he didn't sit up, his back was already straightened unconsciously.

His apprentice... only wore such a spacious Taoist robe, and then in front of him, he showed his scarred body.

"Master, what do you want me to do tonight?" Yan Rongyi's empty eyes showed no emotion, he lifted the quilt mechanically with his outstretched hand, and sent himself into Ling Jiushen's embrace, "Don't hurt me , okay?"

Ling Jiu lowered his head deeply, and met the apprentice's red eyes and the bloody tear mole.

--boom!

The sword energy surged, and the entire Wangyou Valley trembled accordingly.

Ling Jiushen forcibly escaped from Yan Rongyi's inner demons. Hearing a few ravings from his mouth, his first reaction was to seal his five senses with spiritual energy and make him fall into a deep sleep again.

"Being a teacher is in your heart...is it that unbearable?" Ling Jiushen's eyes were full of undercurrents, and regardless of the screams of several disciples in the courtyard, he waved his sleeves to set a barrier around the bedroom, sinking into Yan Rongyi again Among the demons.

Fragrance floats.

"Master." Yan Rongyi, who was in a demon, had already held Master's face, and kissed it reverently——