villain is a good guy

Yan Rongyi seemed to be awake, not knowing where she was.

Under Ling Jiushen's spell, he seemed to be in the clouds, as if he had regained his consciousness, but his eyes were extremely empty.

Ling Jiu's long and slender fingers penetrated into his long hair, and he pulled it hard, forcing him to show his fragile neck.

Even though the flaming phoenix has turned into a human, its body is still slightly pink.

His skin was scorching hot, his waist was flexible, and as soon as Ling Jiushen's fingertips touched it, his heart surged violently as if he had fallen into boiling water.

Those hidden feelings in his heart, the love that had no place to confide in countless snowy nights all broke out, he leaned over and whispered in Yan Rongyi's ear: "Rongyi..."

What responded to him was Yan Rongyi's undisguised panting.

Suddenly there was a voice outside the door.

Ling Jiu could hear the voices of Wangshui and Baishuang, disciples of the Fushan School, but he didn't care. The world gradually distorted and collapsed in front of him, and countless brilliant lights blocked his sight.

Only Yan Rongyi turned into a blazing fire and burned vigorously before his eyes.

Ling Jiushen held his apprentice tightly in his arms, listening to the beating of his heart in his chest, he seemed to hear the rushing tide, and seemed to fall from the sky together with the Milky Way.

"Rongyi...Rongyi..." Ling Jiushen buried his face in his apprentice's neck.

The scorching breath belonging to the luan bird jumped between his nostrils, and the fiery red hair streaked across his eyes, like a few sparks that had not yet been extinguished.

Ling Jiu's dark amber pupils were dyed with heat, fiercely melting the wind and snow accumulated for thousands of years, while Yan Rongyi in his arms became a fish trapped in a fishing net, struggling in vain.

pity……

A trace of sadness flashed in Ling Jiushen's eyes.

He dared not tell his disciples the unethical love and pity in his heart.

His apprentice trusted him so much, if he knew that he had such dirty thoughts about him, wouldn't he be very disappointed?

Presumably it will.

Ling Jiu twisted the hair on Yan Rongyi's cheek deeply, pulled it to his lips and kissed it lightly.

...Then let Rong Yi know.

Never know.

Ling Jiushen leaned down again, and kissed Yan Rongyi's thin lips delicately, while the formed spell hovered over his fingertips, and when the last moment came, it covered Yan Rongyi's eyes.

"...just treat it as a dream." Ling Jiushen murmured softly, "Rong Yi, whoever you want to be with in the dream, the teacher allows it."

His fingers squeezed into Yan Rongyi's.

... In reality, Yan Rongyi can only be his first Taoist partner.

But in fact, even if Yan Rongyi was dreaming, it was Ling Jiushen who was dreaming.

It's just that his dream is the same as in his memory, and he returned to the Fushan School. He is still the elder brother respected by the Fushan disciples, and he works hard and is busy with the affairs of the Fushan School.

But as soon as night fell, he would take off his snow-white Taoist robe, kneel in front of the master's bed, and repent of his sins—he had no regard for the master.

As for Venerable Chengying, he was indifferent and fierce, and Hao satisfied him without mercy, and then pushed him out of the bed, allowing him to leave bloodstains on his arms with his sword.

"Master...Master..." Yan Rong was pained and happy, looking forward to the sunset again and again in the repeated illusion until——

Ling Jiushen was too excited and fell off the bed with his arms around him.

Yan Rongyi fell into the water as if weightless, and suddenly woke up, with wet eyes open, she stared at the person in front of her in disbelief.

His master's eyes were scarlet, panting slightly and stroking his cheek.

"Rongyi?" Ling Jiu's eyebrows twitched deeply, unexpectedly Yan Rongyi regained consciousness at this moment.

"Master..." Yan Rongyi raised his hand suddenly, and bit down on his wrist. The pain brought him back to his senses, and made two flames burn in his eyes, "Master!"

He threw himself into Ling Jiushen's arms.

The spells gathered at the fingertips of Venerable Chengying just collapsed in an instant: "Rong...Rongyi?"

"Yeah." Yan Rongyi didn't have time to think about why he became a human being and why he was so close to his master. He was overwhelmed by the joy of his dream come true, curled up in Ling Jiushen's arms, and murmured over and over again, " Master... Master!"

It's not a brief reunion between reincarnations, nor is it the imagination of a madman.

He was really in Master's arms, and he could even hear each other's hearts beating violently.

"Master, I..." Yan Rongyi managed to regain his composure, and as soon as he raised his head, Ling Jiushen's lips were sealed.

He raised his head with difficulty, and happily clasped his master's shoulders. Before he could respond, a dull sound came from his ear.

Someone is hammering the wall.

Yan Rongyi: "..."

Yan Rongyi: "???"

He looked at Ling Jiushen in confusion. Ling Jiushen let go of him after kissing him enough, and said calmly, "There is someone living next door."

It took Yan Rongyi a while to understand the meaning of this sentence.

He and Master made a lot of noise, which affected the "neighbors".

Yan Rongyi's face was slightly drunk, she struggled to get up from the ground, climbed onto the bed in a secretive manner, wrapped herself in a quilt, and then noticed the changes in her body. ...he doesn't seem to be a bird anymore.

"Transfiguration." Ling Jiushen sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking his head, "You are now a human being transformed from a phoenix."

"Master, what's going on here?" Yan Rongyi suppressed the lingering charm in her heart, pulled her fiery red hair, and frowned, "Am I still a sword cultivator?"

"Forget it." Ling Jiu nodded deeply, "No matter what you look like, you are still the master's apprentice."

Yan Rongyi's heart was filled with sour feelings, she lowered her head and pulled the quilt: "But..."

"Rongyi." Ling Jiushen didn't want Yan Rongyi to think too much, pinched his chin and forced him to look directly into his eyes, "You didn't refuse just now, as a teacher, I will treat you as agreeing."

"A...promise what?"

"As a teacher's Taoist companion." Ling Jiu raised his eyebrows deeply, and slid his fingertips across the red lines at the end of his eyes, "If you don't refuse, as a teacher, you will accept it."

Ling Jiushen asked calmly, but in fact he didn't know what to do.

He could clearly see the fate of everyone in the world, but he couldn't see through Yan Rongyi.

It is clearly within reach, but also seems to be far away in the sky.

"Rong Yi." Ling Jiu thought deeply about this, pinched his chin again, and leaned over, "If you want to refuse..."

Yan Rongyi heard the words, and quickly put her arms around Master's neck and stuck it up: "No."

He eagerly retorted: "Master, don't go back on your word!"

Ling Jiu was silent for a moment, and the corners of his lips curled up slowly.

"Okay." Ling Jiushen's answer was accompanied by a sigh.

"It's so annoying." Bai Shuang punched the wall, without using her physical energy, the wall was still fluttering with dust, and even the birds perched on the eaves outside the window were frightened, flapping their wings, three Flocks of five flew away.

Wang Shui watched coldly, his hand bones hidden in the armhole clenched into fists.

"Who is the one who lives next door?" Bai Shuang finished beating the wall, rolled up her sleeves, as if she was about to rush out to argue with someone.

Wang Shui couldn't help but tugged on his sleeve.

Bai Shuang froze all over, most of the momentum on her body was gone, she didn't turn her head, but asked dryly: "Senior brother, do you have something to say to me?"

Naturally, there is something to say.

Wang Shui pursed his lips and let go of the fingers that were holding Bai Shuang's sleeve: "I am Moxiu."

"I know." Bai Shuang nodded self-deprecatingly, "As a disciple of the Fushan Sect, no matter who I meet, as long as I have something to do with Moxiu, I have to stab him with a sword... Before I met you, I always did this of."

"...But Wang Shui, I can't do anything to you, and you can't do anything to me, can you?" Bai Shuang turned her head abruptly, and grabbed Wang Shui's wrist, which had turned into bones, "If you can do it to me, you can't do anything to me in Guanfeng Pavilion." time, I will die!"

Wang Shui looked away, not daring to look at Bai Shuang, but he didn't refute.

"Why." Bai Shuang asked aggressively, "Why did you kill Yin Shaohua?"

"...Even if it's not for me, it's for the sake of the Fushan faction, it's also for the elder brother, you have to tell me the truth!"

Wang Shui's gaze fluctuated obviously when he heard the word "big brother".

His lips twitched, and after a while, he slumped on the edge of the bed and said, "Because she is also a demon cultivator just like me."

"What?" Bai Shuang had already heard too many shocking facts, so when Wang Shui said that Yin Shaohua was also a demon cultivator, he was not overly surprised. He just shook his head, "You said she was a demon cultivator, What is the basis?"

"Bai Shuang, Moxiu is far more and more terrifying than you think." Wang Shui took off the hood on his head with a wry smile, revealing half of his face that had turned into bones. We met each other when we were in various sects."

"...That's why I know that she has demon seeds in her body. Like me, she is a pawn sent to various factions by demon cultivators."

"So, Moxiu sent people to all the sects?"

"Well, they like to plunder talented children everywhere, and then force them to fight each other, so that the best children can be selected, implanted with demon seeds, and sent to various sects." Bai Shuang calmly revealed a past written in blood , "I am also one of them."

"...I killed many people like me in exchange for the opportunity to become a disciple of Fushan."

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Wang Shui looked at the pale-faced Baishuang, and raised the corners of his lips, "For you, becoming a disciple of the Fushan School is just a way to break away from the family of cultivators and prove yourself, but for me, becoming a disciple of the Fushan School is just a way to prove yourself. Fushan disciples are the only chance to survive."

"...The children who are sent to other sects are the same. We have the blood of the same kind on our hands, so we know how to survive and help other children like us to make choices."

"Then what have you done for Moxiu?" Bai Shuang gritted her teeth, and the sword in her hand screamed again, "Wang Shui, tell the truth, have you ever done anything for them?"

"Is there?" Wang Shui met Jian Guang without fear, "Those demon cultivators who were sent to Fushan like me, if they want to die, I will give them a happy ending!"

"you……!"

"Why, do you want them to suffer as much as me?" Wang Shui asked coldly, "Bai Shuang, do you know what it's like to have a demon seed in your body?"

Wang Shui's bony hand reached for Bai Shuang's neck, and the thick white bones grabbed his throat: "I asked every demon cultivator who died in my hands...whether life is better than death, or Die as a sword cultivator."

"... Guess, how did they choose?"

Bai Shuang's complexion changed, he looked at the familiar and unfamiliar senior brother in front of him with a complicated expression, and before he opened his mouth to utter a syllable, the door of Tianzi No. [-] room was kicked open.

He and Wang Shui turned their heads at the same time, and then froze in unison: "Big...big...big brother?"