I'm Really the Villain [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Jing went out less frequently these days.

He was forcibly suppressed by Shen Mingze to practice calligraphy and study.

Shen Mingze did not know where to come up with the fallacy. He believed that he had nostalgia for the already blurred school memories when he was a child, and he had to teach him whatever he said.

Wen Jing sat cross-legged casually, his eyebrows and eyes were loose, but his movements were serious.

He is copying the copybook Shen Mingze wrote for him.

Suddenly he put down his pen and raised his head suddenly.

The moment Wen Jing put the pen on the table, there was a simultaneous knock on the door from outside the yard.

Shen Mingze and Yan Hongzhu were also reading a book each.

Yan Hongzhu hurried to Shen Mingze's side when he heard the knock on the door, and asked anxiously, "Master?"

It can't be a villager in a small village, no matter how low his cultivation base is, he is still a monk, and he will definitely be able to sense the arrival of ordinary people.

It should be those four headmasters.

Master has fallen into a demon, are they here to arrest him?

"Don't worry, it's a guest, go and open the door." Shen Mingze comforted him softly.

Wen Jing snorted heavily against Yan Hongzhu's back.

The little man is so lucky.

If he can also meet Shen Mingze at this age, he can also be saved like this dwarf.

He doesn't have to roll around in a pool of mud, sand and blood, dyeing himself full of violence.

He will grow up with expectation and care.

Poetry is the heart, chivalry is the bone, and there is always enthusiasm for the world.

With a sword in hand, he dares to walk around the world in style.

Unfortunately, his luck has never been bad.

The new house of the village head is not big.

Adding up the entire courtyard, it can't compare to a single room in the Hanhai Pavilion of Taiyi Sword Sect.

Yan Hongzhu opened the door, Qirun and others stood at the door, and they saw Shen Mingze in the yard at a glance.

Shen Mingze was still dressed in white, and he used to look cold like a fairy.

But at this time, his face was pale and his figure was thin, like a sick and weak mortal nobleman.

Yan Hongzhu glanced at the four of them vigilantly, and ran back to Shen Mingze.

Shen Mingze glanced at them coldly, without asking why they came, as if he already knew it.

The four of them were suddenly aroused by this expression of looking at the stranger.

During this period of time, they have to conceal the news and send people to look for Shen Mingze.

That is to say, each has a big power, otherwise this person hides so far away, it is really hard to find.

After receiving the news, several people came here non-stop. They were still simulating this meeting in their minds, and even prepared eight versions of the opening speech.

But Shen Mingze's calm face was like a bucket of ice water pouring down his head.

Pack!Still pretending!

Wentian withdrew his smile: "Fellow Daoist Shen, should we call you Shen Mingze or Shen Yue?"

Shen Mingze's calm expression changed slightly.

How did they know that Shen Yue was Shen Mingze?

Even Min Zhang didn't know.

No wonder his personality collapsed so badly.

Shen Mingze sighed inwardly, the technique practiced by Wentian is really miraculous, you can see it.

"Let's call it Shen Mingze." He stood up, curled the corners of his mouth, and there was no trace of guilt in his tone of being caught with a false identity.

"The scenery in this village is not bad, let's go and see it together?"

The small courtyard is too small, and it is a bit crowded for entertaining guests.

The four of them didn't move, they looked at him with sneers, and they seemed to be radiating chills.

Wen Jing put away the copybook, jumped up lightly, and landed beside Shen Mingze, "Hey, don't you monks understand human language?"

Wentian saw him with a faint smile: "It's Demon Lord, long time no see. But I won't bother you about the matters between us humans."

Wentian guessed that there was a high probability that the so-called new demon king was Shen Mingze, but so what?This man is still their leader.

"God stick," Wen Jing said with a bright smile, "You're wrong again, I'm not a Demon Lord."

"Didn't the demons claim to not recognize the identity of fallen demons?"

"Doesn't the human race also claim that the Fallen will be punished by everyone?"

The two laughed more friendly than the other.

Shen Mingze rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, "This..."

"What's the matter, Chief?"

"What's the matter, Demon Lord?"

The system couldn't help applauding: [Gou Ze, how did you turn the rejection and disgust of the two races in the original plot into the current scene? ]

Shen Mingze's head hurt even more.

"Let's go out and talk." Shen Mingze sighed.

With so many people around here again, there will soon be villagers watching the fun.

Shen Mingze took the lead and walked out, Yan Hongzhu cuddled tightly beside him.

Wen Jing and Wen Tian smiled politely at each other, then turned their faces away in disgust at the same time.

Wen Jing stepped forward quickly, and he and Yan Hongzhu occupied two positions on Shen Mingze's left and right.

The four of Qirun followed behind them.

Xi Xiaopei held her soft sword in her hand.

She had thought that when she found this man, she would have to fight him again, and whether he kept him or not, she must have felt angry.

But when she found this person, she could clearly feel that the other person had lost his cultivation.

The man is now so weak that he can't even stop her casual move.

Over the years, she had fought against this man many times, but she had never won.

This is actually quite normal. With this person's natural strength, she should never be able to defeat him.

——It's not normal now.

Xi Xiaopei stroked the hilt of the sword, and suddenly said, "Shen Mingze, do you know that you are really annoying!"

Shen Mingze stopped.

He turned around and nodded approvingly: "I know."

It's annoying!Who asked him to admit it!This man is really annoying!

Why would she be friends with such a nasty person?

Xi Xiaopei looked a little aggrieved.

They have now reached their destination, and in the sea in front of them, there is an invisible ladder left.

Shen Mingze smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Xi, don't you always ask me when to act? I can do it now."

He pointed to himself, "I was born with a devil bone. After I die, just throw it down."

Yan Hongzhu raised his head suddenly, flustered.

What is needed to save the world is his devil bone, so what does it have to do with Master?

Wen Jing was silent.

He knew that such a day would come, he thought he had already prepared for it.

But, but—

How can it be ready?Never ready.

Monk Pu Kun sighed, sat cross-legged on the spot, and recited Buddhist scriptures.

Shen Mingze is different from Yan Hongzhu, this person can no longer be voluntary.

After ten years of hard planning, he forged a magic bone for himself.

He changed his fate against the sky, deceived the way of heaven, and earned a smooth path for the world of cultivating immortals.

Not a word has been spoken for ten years.

If they hadn't gone to look for him that day and hadn't gotten to know him, maybe everything would have gone according to his plan.

Until this person dies, his name will always be engraved on the monument of shame of the human race.

No one will know that this world has encountered a catastrophe.

This man made up his mind to die in martyrdom, how could he stop him?

Wentian's expression was complicated, he never expected that this person came out to look at the scenery, but what he looked at was his own graveyard.

"You really deserve to be...Shen Mingze."

He originally wanted to say that he really deserved to be the leader of the righteous way, but suddenly he remembered that this person was still a Demon Lord.

The human race, the demon race, and the creatures of the whole world, all of them are well protected by him.

The leader of the righteous way is not suitable for him. After thinking about it, only "Shen Mingze" is the only one.

The name is holy enough.

Wentian's tone was both admiring and mocking.

He really wanted to ask this person, did he consider them friends?

If so, how could you bear to say nothing?

The man drew a protective circle, put the mortal monk and the four of them in, and placed them properly.

But why should he make decisions for them?

They are comrades who can stand side by side, aren't they?

We made an appointment to advance and retreat together, to live and die together.

Why did this person abandon them, let them live on his own initiative, and die quietly by himself?

They want to be with him!

They wished to share the doom with him, and wished to execute the plan for him.

If you want to be condemned by God, let's be together.

If you have to fall into the devil, that's fine too.

Together with your best friends, walk the right path, so what if you die?

They couldn't ask for more.

But this man doesn't care.

This person wants as long as they live.

So much, so selfish.

Why is he only allowed to sacrifice, only allowed to be a hero?

Shen Mingze pushed Yan Hongzhu who was beside him in the direction of Qirun.

Yan Hongzhu realized something, grabbed the corner of Shen Mingze's clothes tightly, cried and begged: "Master, I am willing, you can take me as a sacrifice, I am willing."

He was wrong, he was really wrong!

He can die, let his master live.

Qirun's fingers trembled when he received Shen Mingze's gaze.

He pinched a formula, Yan Hongzhu couldn't move and had to float to Qirun's side.

"No, Master..." Yan Hongzhu looked desperate.

This person has saved him many times, and now he has to bear the fate that he should have borne for him.

Shen Mingze smiled gently at him.

He once wanted to keep the two children Yan Hongzhu and Wen Jing in the small courtyard, but he expected that they would not be obedient.

And, always know.

Instead of letting them know it from others, it is better for him to tell them himself.

The two of them still have a long life, and they will meet countless people.

Shen Mingze is just one of the passers-by. After passing by for a long time, the memory will gradually fade away.

always come out.

Shen Mingze resisted the itch in his throat, sighed softly and said, "If you don't want to do it, then..."

Then he can only lure a few righteous monks to come here and kill him.

The original plot stated that Shen Mingze was besieged and died, but it did not specify who killed him.

"Then what? Then you commit suicide?" Wentian interrupted in a cold voice.

This man really hit him.

If they didn't find out, this person would definitely find a quiet corner and die quietly by himself.

Obviously doing things to save the world, but not disturbing anyone.

What tenderness and what a great plan.

He didn't wrong anyone but himself.

Xi Xiaopei was extremely calm at this moment, "Who says I don't want to?"

She slightly turned the soft sword in her hand, and the blade was swayed by the sun, showing a gleam of grace.

"You want to save the world with your life, I can't stop you, but I promised to be with you." Xi Xiaopei said.

When she was Yan Hongzhu, she could make up her mind to do it.

Now with this person, she can also do it.

You can't let this person finish everything, she can watch from the side, right?

Then it can't be counted as "together".

Rumors say that the soul of a person who commits suicide carries original sin, and his next life will be full of ups and downs.

Xi Xiaopei didn't believe it before, but now she's just in case.

"Wait a minute," Qirun said with a trembling voice, "Does it have to be now? Can't wait any longer..."

He hasn't had time to make up for his junior brother.

He hasn't had time to make up for the ten years he owed.

"Today is fine." Shen Mingze said with a smile.

He felt that he couldn't hold on for long, and the heavens of this world rejected him very much.

Xi Xiaopei looked at him, and suddenly asked, "Do you drink?"

This person seems to have never tasted the good wine from her Yaochi Palace.

"Ah, it's boring to drink alone." Shen Mingze stretched his brows and eyes, "Is there enough wine on Fellow Daoist Xi?"

"Enough." Xi Xiaopei took out a jar of wine from the storage ring and threw it to Shen Mingze.

Shen Mingze took it, smiled, and threw it at Wen Jing again.

Wen Jing was drooping his eyes in a daze, but his instinctive reaction made him reach out to catch the wine jar.

He looked up, his red pupils shone like gems in the sunlight.

Shen Mingze said gently: "Wen Jing, I still owe you one thing. It seems that I owe you a long time."

He could see that Wen Jing had a desire to die.

this is not good.

After his death, the mission of this world is completed, the rules are extended and perfected, and there will be more novel and interesting things waiting for Wen Jing to discover.

Wen Jing looked at him fixedly, and nodded slowly and gently.

How long will it take?It's nothing more than the rest of my life.

This man asked him for a humble flower, and asked him to wait indefinitely and for many years.

It doesn't make sense.

How could he make such a bad deal?

Yan Hongzhu was locked by Qirun's spiritual power and couldn't move. Given the difference in strength between the two, Yan Hongzhu couldn't break free even if he tried his best.

But even if you can't, you have to work hard.

Yan Hongzhu used his spiritual power to wash the lock over and over again, and the two collided with each other, bursting with energy, only hurting himself.

His spiritual power was taught by Shen Mingze himself.

This man carved a formula for him, leading him into the body and leading him on the immortal path.

Yan Hongzhu remembered that at the Dao Discussion Conference, thousands of monks bowed their heads and worshiped this person when he arrived.

So many people look forward to him, so many people admire him, so many people look forward to seeing him.

This person is the leader of the righteous way, how can he sacrifice so easily?

Obviously there is a better candidate like him, isn't it?

An insignificant little monk who established a foundation, died when he died.

So Yan Hongzhu remembered that he had been secretly looking forward to the death of this person countless times, and wished that this person would die out of his wits.

He was suddenly heartbroken.

He is not a good person, let alone a good disciple.

Ignorant, ungrateful, wolf-hearted...

So he is not worth cherishing at all!

Just use him as a sacrifice, let him sacrifice, this person has to live well, this person should live well.

"Yan Hongzhu?" Qirun found that Yan Hongzhu was tossing himself with internal injuries all over his body and was dying, so he had no choice but to knock him out.

Yan Hongzhu curled up and fell to the ground, still crying in a coma.

Shen Mingze sighed.

Xi Xiaopei took out a few jars of wine and threw them out. After a while, there was a jar floating in front of everyone present.

Every time she gave Shen Mingze wine, he always gave it to someone else.

Still in front of her, frank and frank, very annoying.

This time everyone has a share, this person can always accept it, right?

Wentian was full of hints: "Master Pu Kun is not allowed to drink alcohol."

He hugged his own jar, and his eyes still lingered on Pu Kun's wine.

Just like how he cheated wine from Shen Mingze before.

"Amitabha." Pu Kun stretched out his hand, and the wine jar slowly fell into his hand, "The Buddha said that you can drink today."

Seeing off friends, how can there be no wine?

If the Buddha wants to blame, breaking the precepts is also worth it.

Xi Xiaopei flicked his sleeves, the yellow sand was rolled up and swirled into a cylindrical barrier in the surrounding midair.

Only Xi Xiaopei and Shen Mingze were surrounded in the center.

Wen Jing took a sip of wine, and watched deeply that the figure of the man disappeared into the depths of the yellow sand.

He lowered his head and took another big gulp of wine.

The man said that life in the small village is also very good.

But it was so good that he couldn't keep this person.

Shen Mingze looked at Xi Xiao's figure holding a sword, and suddenly asked her: "Will it be difficult?"

Xi Xiaopei asked back: "What about you? Do you feel embarrassed when doing these things?"

Yu Gong, they are both at the helm of the human race.

Personally, they are friends who help each other.

Since Xi Xiaopei took over as the lord of Yaochi Palace, she has been prepared to sacrifice for the human race at some point.

But she is not yet ready to lose her friend for the human race.

It's quite difficult, but it doesn't seem to be that difficult.

When Wentian walked in through the yellow sand, he heard such a dialogue.

Even being afraid of embarrassing others with his own death is really something that Shen Mingze can do.

Otherwise, this person would not have been able to hide it for ten years.

Qirun and Pukun also passed through the yellow sand one after another.

"We said we would see you off, but we are not so fragile." Qirun said with a smile.

Spiritual power surged in his eyes, and a cloud of water vapor filled them.

Pu Kun originally wanted to wish him an ordinary life in the next life, and the farther away from titles like leaders and leaders, the better.

But I also thought, with this person's temperament, even if he is low to the dust, he will still stand up in times of crisis.

This has nothing to do with whether he is strong or not, just because he is such a person.

Even if reincarnated, this tenderness and justice cannot be concealed by wear and tear.

"Shen Mingze!" Xi Xiaopei yelled suddenly, and then swung out the sword light in an instant.

As if he could save the pain while he wasn't paying attention.

The piercing sword light pierced through the heart, and Shen Mingze fell backwards.

From now on, all living beings will be safe and sound.

The world of cultivating immortals is thriving, rising like the sun.

After the new head of Hongning Village took office, the first thing he did was to change the name of the village to Liuxian Village.

Speaking of their village, even a fairy passing by would not be able to help but stay.

All the areas near the East China Sea are much more prosperous.

The four headmasters set up formations here, and even though they ascended and robbed thunderstorms, they were only restrained in mid-air and could not fall to the ground.

This is still a remote place with little spiritual power.

But the four head teachers built a Hanhai Pavilion here, and they would come to live here every once in a while.

As a result, monks came and went on pilgrimages in an endless stream.

The village is still peaceful.

No one dared to rely on their strength to cause trouble in the village.

Everyone knows that there lives in the village a demon with a bad temper.

Although this Demon Venerable never recognized his identity.

In Hanhai Pavilion.

Xi Xiaopei lay under a tree and drank.

Wentian's finger was about to move, but Xi Xiaopei blocked it with his sword.

"Fellow Daoist Xi, every time you gave to Shen Mingze before, wouldn't he still give it to me? Why did you bother?" Wen Tian said, looking at the wine intently.

Xi Xiaopei glanced at him: "Then you should find him now."

Pu Kun, who had closed his eyes and crossed his knees under the tree, opened his eyes, sighed, and recited a Buddha's mantra.

"Or not?" Wentian asked casually, not surprised.

Every time Pu Kun came here, he insisted on reciting the soul-gathering mantra of their Shifang Palace. After such a long time, nothing was gathered together.

But he still reads it every time.

Xi Xiaopei sneered: "In my opinion, it's just that you can't do this curse... After all, people have been dead for so long, and you still can't let go?"

Wentian smiled and said: "You can let it go, so why do you need to secretly set up the soul cultivation array here? Yaochi Palace is almost emptied by you, isn't it, Master Xi?"

"My Yaochi palace family has a great career, so I won't bother you." Xi Xiaopei looked at his still snow-white hair: "How many times have you divination? Don't count your own fate."

Listening to their verbal attacks, Pu Kun clasped his hands and sighed: "If Fellow Daoist Shen is here, he will definitely interrupt you with a cold face."

Wentian is not a drinker, but every time he deliberately tricks Xi Xiaopei into drinking.

But because Shen Mingze used to be reticent, Wentian always made noises to tease him.

This habit has survived to this day.

If Shen Mingze is still here...

Xi Xiaopei said coldly: "Monk, if you can't speak, then shut up."

Wentian echoed with a smile: "I agree."

Qirun opened the door and walked in sadly, seeing Youjiu casually picked up a jar, "Fellow Taoists, I have encountered a very embarrassing thing."

"...You put down my wine first!" Xi Xiaopei said.

Qirun pretended not to hear: "My master is out."

Originally, Daoist Xutong was approaching his lifespan, but after the ladder was resumed, he faintly took another step forward.

Wen Tian was taken aback, then burst out laughing. He pointed at Xi Xiaopei: "Just say that Shen Mingze fell into a demon and was beheaded by this chivalrous fellow Daoist Xi."

What a bad idea.

The name of Shen Mingze's savior has spread throughout the world of cultivating immortals, and it is this Lord Wentian who led it.

But human beings are always forgetful, and there are always too many legends of heroes in the world of cultivating immortals, all of whom are too far away from themselves.

After everyone has heard the exclamation, they don't take it to heart.

There are only a few of them, the obsession is hard to get rid of, and they can't forget.

This is not surprising, after all, it is hard for people who really know Shen Mingze not to feel sorry for him.

Xi Xiaopei ignored him, "Realist Xu Tong is about to ascend, how about you?"

"What about us, you are not the same." Wentian said with a smile.

They tacitly do not intend to ascend.

That's the road supported by their best friend's spine, and the others are just fine. How can they step on it?

Moreover, Shen Mingze loves this world so much, they don't want to leave either.

The man is gone, and they have to watch and take care of him.

"How is little benefactor Yan?" Pu Kun asked Qirun.

Yan Hongzhu returned to Taiyi Sword Sect and stayed in Fuyu Mountain all day long, never taking a single step.

He used to feel that the mountain was deserted, and he always wanted to go to the main mountain to find Gu Xingmo.

Now the mountain is even deserted than before, but he can stay still.

Qirun lowered his eyes slightly, with a complicated tone: "Xing Mo is with him."

Gu Xingmo went to Fuyu Mountain again.

He chatted chirpingly beside Yan Hongzhu, and Yan Hongzhu only occasionally responded.

Gu Xingmo had a bitter face: "Today is my birthday, and the master is not in the sect, so you don't plan to accompany me? Brother."

Yan Hongzhu was taken aback.

When the two of them first met, Gu Xingmo once said that if he misunderstood Shen Mingze, the senior brother would let Yan Hongzhu do it.

It turned out that it had been so long.

That day, he had just accepted that person as his teacher, and all the following things had not had time to happen.

He was the only disciple of that man, and Min Zhang always pestered him to ask about that man.

At that time, he was both happy and proud, and he couldn't hide his smile when he was obviously smug, and he even pretended to be nonchalant.

...but at the time I was at a loss.

Yan Hongzhu stood blankly for a long time, recalling the past over and over again.

The more you think about it, the more sad you become, and the more sad you become, the more you think about it.

When he came back to his senses, he found that Gu Xingmo had left.

Yan Hongzhu looked up at the sky, and walked slowly into the room.

His life was saved by Master, so he has no right to give up at will.

Now is the time when the sunset is infinitely beautiful, and it is far from the time to sleep.

Yan Hongzhu lay on the bed and slept with his clothes on.

It doesn't look like living, but rather like waiting to die wholeheartedly.

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The author has something to say:

It’s like this, I forgot to write about Master while I was writing, so I had to pull him out for a while~

A little more today, I won’t be able to update it in the next two days, my graduation thesis has not been corrected yet, the teacher urged QAQ