villain is a good guy

What Guan Fengge said was just a pretext, in order to draw out everyone's dissatisfaction with the Fushan School.

Since the establishment of the Fushan sect, it has been the champion, and it has suppressed all the monks in the world for thousands of years.

Although Guan Fengge's words could not be echoed by everyone, there were buzzing echoes from all around.

What's more, they jumped out and shouted: "It's not fair!"

Yan Rongyi lay on Ling Jiushen's shoulder, fluttered her wings, and chirped silently.

——Even if there is no Fushan sect, is their Guanfeng Pavilion the number one sect in the world?

"Desires are hard to fill." Ling Jiu rubbed Yan Rongyi's head deeply, "Even if Guan Fengge really becomes the number one sect in the world, he will not be satisfied."

"Choo Choo Choo."

——Master, what is the purpose of him saying that in front of you?

After Yan Rongyi asked, Ling Jiushen didn't answer the question, but he soon knew what Guan Fengge wanted to do.

Because the elder of Guanfeng Pavilion knelt down to Ling Jiushen from afar in front of everyone: "Honorable Master, my disciple Dongfang Yu was assassinated by Yan Rongyi, and his life is in danger. He has not woken up yet!"

"... Your lord, please give me an explanation!" Several elders of Guanfeng Pavilion also bowed down along with the elders.

For a moment, all the monks' eyes were on Ling Jiushen.

The sword cultivator in black robe and wide sleeves slowly raised his eyelids, and a cold smile filled his star-like eyes: "Is your life in danger?"

Following Ling Jiushen's answer, the coercion fell on the shoulders of Guan Fengge's elder Ge.

Mr. Ge's eyes darkened, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, and answered bravely, "Yes!"

"You haven't woken up yet?"

"Yes!"

"Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes!"

Every time the elder of Guanfeng Pavilion answered, his body sank deeper into the ground.

"Old man..."

"Old man!"

"The Fushan sect is deceiving people too much!"

The discussion suddenly rose, and Yan Rongyi couldn't help flapping her wings, and flew down to Guan Fengge's old man, and looked at Ling Jiushen from afar.

Most of the monks in the arena wore black robes, but they were all timid and afraid to show their true colors. Only Ling Jiushen's black robe shone with a dark golden light, and he frankly put pressure on Guan Fengge.

"Your Majesty's move is so inappropriate!" When the elder of Guanfeng Pavilion was finally overwhelmed, he vomited blood and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, someone couldn't stand it anymore and shot Ling Jiushen.

A gleam flashed in Ge Lao's eyes, who lowered his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He wanted to lead the monks all over the world to fight against the Fushan Sect only after Ling Jiushen got rid of that person.

But the expected screams did not appear.

The elder Ge raised his head abruptly, and then shrank his pupils fiercely - Dongfang Yu, who he said was "dying", who "hasn't woken up yet", was holding the monk's collar, and the white crane under his feet spread its huge wings and waved Scattered the monks who were faintly surrounding Ling Jiushen.

"Ge Lao." Dongfang Yu saw the angry eyes of Ge Lao, and he saluted indifferently, "Disciple Dongfang Yu..."

"Bastard!" Ge Lao couldn't bear it any longer, and before Dongfang Yu finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and charged at him, "Did you be instigated by Yan Rongyi?... How can the dignified disciple of Guan Fengge be with Moxiu?" Collusion!"

Dongfang Yu didn't dodge or evade, with sadness flowing quietly in his eyes.

--Ding!

The crimson flame exploded, Ge Lao's offensive was blocked by the heat wave, and the fiery figure loomed behind the flame.

"Friend Yan." Dongfang Yu smiled wryly and cupped his hands, "Thank you."

He really didn't want to take action against the old man who had taught him for many years.

"Small matter." Yan Rongyi raised his arms, all the crimson flames returned to his sleeve, and his appearance was exposed to the monks all over the world.

But before the monks were shocked, a deafening roar suddenly erupted from the nine heavens: "Yan-rong-yi!"

Ling Jiushen's figure stopped in front of Yan Rongyi the moment the voice appeared. With his hands behind his back, he calmly watched the tumbling thundercloud.

Because of Ling Jiushen's words, the Heavenly Dao above Nine Heavens panicked for a moment, and the empty chains swayed in the increasingly thinning black mist.

"Master?" Yan Rong frowned uncomfortably, "This is..."

"It's nothing." Ling Jiu smiled deeply, "I'm an old friend."

Tiandao heard the words and exclaimed: "You remembered?!"

Immediately afterwards, the purple sky thunder came, and countless monks were wiped out physically and mentally under the sky thunder.

It's just that no one noticed that the dust turned into by those monks was swept up into the sky with the wind, and was swallowed by the pitch-black thundercloud.

"Master?" Yan Rongyi's body suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill, and there seemed to be countless pictures flying past in front of her eyes.

He wanted to ask, what exactly did Master think of.

He also wanted to ask if he was among the memories Master recalled.

But in the end, Yan Rongyi didn't ask anything.

He watched as a familiar long sword transformed into Ling Jiushen's hand, pointing straight at the sky.

"Wait for the teacher to come back." Ling Jiushen turned around suddenly, touched Yan Rongyi's cheek with his fingertips, and left immediately.

"Master..." Yan Rongyi was stunned. When he came back to his senses, Ling Jiushen had passed through the thunder cloud and went nowhere.

And the monks around him were fleeing in all directions amidst the thunderclouds.

The sky and the earth are shaking, and the world is on the verge of collapse.

Yan Rongyi gritted her teeth and turned into a luan bird, like an arrow burning with raging fire, it polished the sky and pierced the thick thundercloud.

Above the nine heavens, dark chains wrapped around Ling Jiushen's limbs.

"What did you think of?" Tiandao opened his scarlet eyes, suppressing his panic, "Impossible...impossible!"

"Are you afraid that I will remember?" Although Ling Jiushen was wearing a chain, he walked calmly in the black mist like a stroll in a garden.

"No...no..." Tiandao panicked for a moment, then suddenly realized, "You lied to me."

He said firmly: "Your sword hasn't... You can't recover your memory!"

The heavy chains came back to life following Tiandao's words, like countless black poisonous snakes emitting poisonous gas, rushing towards Ling Jiushen's face from all directions.

Ling Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly, flicked his wrist, and a few silver sword flowers bloomed in front of him.

He did not recover all his memories.

He wasn't even sure if the pictures that appeared in his mind were really his memories.

But Ling Jiushen is indifferent by nature, and he does everything according to his heart.

So what if it was really his memory?

So what if he once ascended?

Countless chains were broken under the piercing sword energy, and they fell to the sky, turning into countless screaming ghosts in mid-air, flying in all directions.At the same time, in the various sects, the soul lamps of the elders who had ascended exploded suddenly.

The flames representing their lives were extinguished one by one with howls.

"So that's how it is..." Ling Jiu's pale fingers gripped a length of the chain, his gaze moved slightly, "Are all the ascended people here?"

"And what do you know?" Tiandao roared loudly, and the black mist condensed again, roaring towards Luo Yu who was standing on the ground.

"What... what are you doing?!" Luo Yu, who was in the black mist, saw her hands shattered and quickly assimilated into the black mist, and couldn't help screaming: "No!"

"No?" Tiandao laughed sinisterly, "You are just the sword spirit of the sword that Ling Jiushen used at the beginning of his practice. You are born with a handicap. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't even be qualified to transform!"

Heiwu spat out a red-glowing slender long sword. Looking closely, there seemed to be Luo Yu's figure struggling crazily in the sword.

"My sword?" Ling Jiushen's eyes were unpredictable.

"That's right, your sword." With this sword, Tiandao laughed loudly, "The sword with the blood in your heart!"

"...Do you know why you are trapped in this world by me?" The matter has come to this point, Tian Dao has no intention of hiding it, "Because you fell in love with your own sword, and you want to take it to the sky!"

"...What a joke! How can a person who ascends be greedy for the world of mortals?"

"... What's even more ridiculous is that it's the same sword, you treat one more than the other. Luo Yu is your first sword, and it also has your heart and soul in it, but you discard it like a shoe, the only one you love is Yan Rongyi Plus."

"...Did you know? You gave up on ascension by yourself, and insisted on accompanying your sword spirit to practice in the small world for a thousand years!"

Yan Rongyi, who was flying to the sky, just heard these words.

Like a thunderbolt strikes directly in front of his eyes, the memories that were cut continuously and still messed up suddenly connected together.

"For a sword... is it worth it?" Tiandao angrily scolded, "There is a law for everything. Since you have embarked on the journey of immortality, you must have the awareness to abandon foreign things!"

"...Helping you ascend is my duty as the Heavenly Dao!"

Poor Tiandao spoke dryly, and the last response he got was Ling Jiushen chuckled: "It's a joke."

"you……!"

"In order to make me give up my beloved sword and trap me here?" Ling Jiushen cut off the chains that wound up again, "In my opinion, you created this world for yourself."

"...Are you really the Dao of Heaven?!"

As soon as Ling Jiushen finished speaking, the pitch-black mist, like boiling water, violently rolled over Jiuxiao.

"I am the way of heaven, I am the way of heaven!" The shrill voice caused landslides and earth cracks.

Yan Rongyi turned into a human form, covering her head and curling up in pain.

Another memory crowded into his mind.

He saw the streams in the mountains, the birds in the woods, the rushing rivers, countless spirit beasts wandering freely between the heaven and the earth, and finally...he saw Ling Jiushen's eyes.

"Master..." Yan Rongyi soared into the air, and the fiery red fireworks disappeared in Ling Jiushen's palm in the blink of an eye.

A fiery red long sword was condensed into shape accompanied by lightning and thunder.

"Rongyi!" Ling Jiushen couldn't stop him, and only caught a cluster of flames that were about to burn out.

Venerable Cheng Ying lost his composure, and hurriedly caressed the blade of the sword with his slender fingers.

"Master." Yan Rongyi's translucent figure appeared in front of Ling Jiushen.

There was a burning light in his eyes: "Master, you shouldn't stay here."

"Go wherever you want, Master." Ling Jiushen suppressed the anger in his heart, and ordered in a trembling voice, "Come back, Rong Yi, Master calls you back!"

Yan Rongyi rubbed the tip of her nose in embarrassment, embraced Master's neck with her gradually blurred arms, and whispered softly: "Master, I'm sorry."

Then he went back to the blade and deliberately touched Ling Jiushen's finger.

The sharp sword cut through Venerable Chengying's fingers, and the tiny blood drops disappeared into the sword in an instant.

The fiery red long sword let out a long and comfortable moan.

He thought of the scene thousands of years ago, when Ling Jiushen embarked on the immortal journey for himself, and then resolutely turned back.

Yan Rongyi, Yan Rongyi.

This is the name Ling Jiushen chose for him.

Before he condensed into a sword spirit, he had already chosen his name.

Ling Jiushen once said to him that if he had form, he would definitely teach him how to use swordsmanship, take him to thousands of worlds, and let him have his own sword.

So later, there was Yan Rongyi in the world.

Yan Rongyi, the head disciple of the Fushan School.

The fiery red long sword cut through the black mist, and the heat wave filled the nine heavens.

"You are indeed the Dao of Heaven." He said calmly, "It's just that you should have been wiped out thousands of years ago."

One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi, all worlds have their own "Heavenly Way", just like flowers bloom and fade, even the "Heavenly Way", there will be a day of withering.

Back then, when Ling Jiushen understood the Dao, survived the thunder calamity, and ascended to become a fairy queen, the Heavenly Dao of the world he lived in should re-enter the cycle of reincarnation and practice again, and there may be a day when he will become the Dao of Heaven in the future.However, thousands of years of calling for wind and rain made Tiandao die unwillingly, and it happened that Ling Jiushen refused to ascend, so he came up with the idea of ​​using monks as nourishment to make up for his constantly lost cultivation base.

For thousands of years, all the monks who have survived the thunder calamity have not really reached the moment of ascension, they are just nourishment picked by the heavens.

But Ling Jiushen, who was the only one who noticed something wrong with the way of heaven, had no time to get to the bottom of it, just for the sake of his apprentice, he cut off his past, returned to the world, and accompanied the sword spirit to experience the suffering of reincarnation.

As for Luo Yu...it was indeed Ling Jiushen's sword once, but when Ling Jiushen was experiencing a catastrophe, he was afraid that the thunder would cut off the sword, and he would turn his back on the master, leaving Yan Rongyi to block the sky without thinking of himself. Lei was the one who had the soaring Chengying Venerable at that time.

God knows that the time when Ling Jiushen accompanied Yan Rongyi to achieve a positive result was the time when the truth was revealed and when he was really wiped out, so he kept preventing the two of them from recovering their memories.

But even if he is the way of heaven, he can't attack Ling Jiushen who has actually ascended and is not bound by this world.

Only Yan Rongyi, who had gone through the catastrophe with him and had Ling Jiu's blood in his sword, could hurt him.

However, no matter how Tiandao manipulates Yan Rongyi's fate, he is unwilling to stand on the opposite side of Ling Jiushen.

He is Ling Jiushen's sword, loyal and unswerving.

Yan Rongyi collided with Luo Yu's sword, and saw the red clouds all over the sky in a trance, and countless fiery red ostriches dancing in the sky.

Ling Jiushen, who had not yet cultivated the righteous way, stood with his sword behind his back, and said to him, "When you condense the sword spirit, I..."

What did Ling Jiushen say?

When Yan Rongyi lost consciousness, she didn't remember it.

No matter how bad Luo Yu was, it was once a long sword that condensed Ling Jiushen's heart and soul. The two swords collided and made a chilling buzzing sound. In a moment, one long sword shattered, and the other sword body There were also spider web-like cracks.

The sky is bright, and the black fog has cleared.

When the sword is broken, so is the world that traps Ling Jiushen.

Ling Jiu stretched out his hand in panic, and hugged the cracked long sword into his arms: "Rongyi...Rongyi?"

The long sword lay quietly in Ling Jiushen's palm, as if in a deep sleep.

The dark clouds cleared, and the bright light penetrated the sky, and the fairyland that really belonged to him slowly unfolded again.

The most decisive moment has come again.

Ling Jiu sighed deeply: "You always make it difficult for the teacher..."

A hundred years have passed since the Guanfeng Pavilion was destroyed.

Those who have experienced the events of the year are all heartbroken, saying that the various sects were deceived by the elders of Guanfengge, and that the elders of Guanfengge are vicious. Used.

Fortunately, Venerable Cheng Ying resisted the thunder from heaven with his own strength and saved most of the sect's disciples, but his apprentice Yan Rongyi was seriously injured and has not yet awakened.

On the occasion of the mountain opening ceremony once in a hundred years, Fushan Town is very lively again.

"Tell me, is Yan Rongyi dead or not?"

"I see, he is dead!"

"Why did you say that?"

"Hey, a hundred years ago, I was taken by the elders of the clan to participate in the so-called Demon Slaying Conference. I was lucky enough to see the heavenly thunder... that formation! Except for the venerable Chengying, who would not be wiped out when touched? Yan Rongyi No matter how powerful it is, it is only the apprentice of Venerable Cheng Ying, if it is really struck by the sky lightning, it must be a disaster!"

"You can't say that. After all, he is a teacher of Venerable Chengying. If the Venerable gave him a magic weapon to save his life, he might not..."

"It makes sense!"

…………

On the Fushan Mountain, in front of the snow-covered cave gate, Fuxi and Baishuang are playing chess.

Heizi is like a trapped animal, struggling in the cage woven by Baizi.

"I can't play anymore." Bai Shuang stared at the chessboard in thought for a while, then lost the chess piece, "I'll go and see Senior Brother Yan."

"It's shameful, if you can't do it, you can use the senior brother as a cover!" Fu Xi laughed with her hips on her hips, and ran after Bai Shuang, and ran into the cave.

Yan Rongyi's real body had been hung in the cave by Ling Jiushen, nourished by spiritual energy for a hundred years, and now the sword was as smooth as ever, without any cracks.

It's just that the sword spirit in the sword has been sleeping all the time, and is still slightly awake.

Baishuang and Fuxi sat on the ground in front of the long sword, arguing for a long time, and finally Wangshui who hurried over grabbed him by the ear.

"Today's mountain opening ceremony, everyone is so busy that they don't touch the ground, why are you slacking off at Senior Brother Yan's place?"

Bai Shuang covered her ears and yelled, "Senior Brother Wang Shui, you have always arranged the opening ceremony of the mountain, and our going is also adding to the chaos!"

"Yes, yes, why don't we talk to Senior Brother Yan!" Fu Xi hurriedly agreed.

"Nonsense!" Wang Shui scolded in a low voice, "If Senior Brother Yan feels it, he will be annoyed to death by you sooner or later!"

After saying that, he threw the two of them out of the cave, turned around and saluted Changjian in a regular manner: "I'm bothering Senior Brother Yan."

The long sword hung motionless on the wall, without any response from Wang Shui.

Wang Shui took it for granted, and left the cave quietly.

After a while, a pitch-black figure came out from the depths of the cave, stroking the sword with longing fingers: "After sleeping for 100 years, you still want to sleep, huh?"

"...The sword body has been repaired, you haven't come out yet, don't you want to see me as a teacher?"

"...Forget it, you can sleep as long as you want, and I will be waiting for you as a teacher."

Ling Jiu sighed deeply, and lightly flicked his fingertips on the sword.

The sound of the sword was buzzing, and the stream was brilliant.

In the wind, there are the bells for the opening ceremony of the mountain opening ceremony and the distant long chirping of the giant kun.

Ling Jiu straightened his loose sleeves, and the moment he turned around to leave the cave, a pair of cold hands covered his eyes from behind.

The fiery red hem of the clothes is warmer than the sunset glow in the sky.

"Master, wait for me..."

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Finish.