villain is a good guy

Chapter 29

After Venerable Cheng Ying left, Yan Rongyi knelt on the ground for a while before slowly getting up.

He is not only a ray of ghost from another world, but also hides the original demon seed in his body.

No matter which secret, it is a hidden danger that will make him die without a place to bury him.

...That's all, that's all.

Yan Rongyi got up from the ground, and brushed the dust off the hem of her clothes.

It is useless to worry about it all day long, it is better to copy the Heart Sutra carefully.

For the next three days, Yan Rongyi, whose dantian was sealed, copied the Heart Sutra [-] times in an orderly manner.

Then on the morning of the third day, Venerable Cheng Ying who had returned to the cave mansion arrived.

Ling Jiushen changed back to the cold and unkind appearance when they first met, silently put away the Heart Sutra copied by Yan Rongyi, and sat silently on the futon opposite him.

"Master, do you really want to go down the mountain with me?" Yan Rongyi lay beside the table and asked curiously, "You go down the mountain...will the elders agree?"

He checked the original body's memory, and found that every time Venerable Cheng Ying appeared, it would cause a sensation.

This is the number one swordsman in the world!

Not only the monks in the world wanted to take a look, but even the disciples of the Fushan School wanted to take a look.

"Why did you tell them?" Ling Jiushen didn't understand Yan Rongyi's concerns, and his tone was indifferent and natural, "I will change my identity to accompany you down the mountain as a teacher."

When Yan Rongyi heard this, she couldn't help blinking at Venerable Chengying: "Master, you won't become a female cultivator, will you?"

"...Master, if you are a female cultivator," he habitually ran the train with his mouth full, "you must be stunning... huh!"

Before he finished speaking, his tongue lost control.

Yan Rongyi hurriedly covered her mouth, tearfully melted the ice in her mouth with spiritual energy: "Master, I know I was wrong."

Venerable Chengying slowly raised his eyelids, and his embarrassing reflection was reflected in his amber pupils.

After a while, Ling Jiushen raised the corners of his lips suddenly.

He smiled beautifully, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, melting the snow. For a beautiful person like Yan Rongyi, he had infinite charm.

But Yan Rongyi didn't dare to look more.

It's not Wangshui or Baishuang, he just made a joke and apologized afterwards.

This is his master... the master who taught him the Fushan swordsmanship, accompanied him for countless days and nights, and even did countless wrong things after "he" was pierced by the soul, but still did not give up on him and believed in him as before .

How could he have unreasonable thoughts about Master?

What a sin.

Yan Rongyi wiped the icy crumbs from the corner of her mouth, and thought to herself, after going down the mountain, instead of looking for the genius Dibao who made the Flying Sword of Flying Sword, she should detour to Nanzhaoti Temple, find Buchou, who likes to lecture the most, and send him It is good to wash away the filth in the heart.

Yan Rong thought about it so much, but Gui Xia was the one she cared most about.

For revenge, the ghost cultivator pretended to be Buchou and forced him to jump into the Netherfire.

...In fact, Yan Rongyi admires Gui Xia.

It can be said that Gui Xia's great cause of revenge has been completed by four and three.

The rest of the points, he failed because he did not expect Venerable Cheng Ying to appear.

If there is no Venerable Chengying, Yan Rongyi is now a wisp of ghosts in the secret realm of the Netherworld, whose corpses will be burned to ashes.

Yan Rongyi sighed with a headache.

The memory of the original body does not have any fragments related to Wangyou Valley. It is conceivable that the one who killed Guixiu in the secret realm was definitely one of the previous eight traversers.

But the blame was on him, and he had to bear it.

Fortunately... there is still one person here who believes in him.

Yan Rong looked at Venerable Chengying happily, and suddenly Fuxi screamed in surprise from outside the cave: "Master, Master... something happened!"

"Master, I'll go and have a look." Yan Rongyi got up from the ground and walked to the front of the restraint. Through the invisible barrier, he looked at the Chongming Bird jumping up and down, "Don't you burn your ass every day, why are you so anxious?"

He joked about the fire on Fuxie's tail.

Through the restriction, the inside can see the outside, the outside can't see the inside, Fuxi was so angry that he flapped his wings and shouted: "Yan Rongyi, you are a big bastard!"

"Yes yes yes, I'm an asshole." Yan Rongyi nodded happily, scratching the base of her ear with her hand, "What are you looking for an asshole for?"

"I'm here to look for Master... Forget it, it's the same for you." Fuxi landed in the snow and hurriedly jumped forward twice, "Hurry up and go to the Tai Chi Dojo, Luo Yu and Bai Frost is up!"

"Huh?" Yan Rongyi frowned, and before she could answer, Cheng Yingjian flew over from behind with a stream of light.

"Go if you want." Ling Jiushen's cold snort floated from the depths of the cave.

His heart warmed, and he knew that this was the expression of his master's permission to go down the mountain, so he quickly grasped the Chengying sword, knelt down and knelt down: "Thank you, master, for fulfilling it."

"Okay, let's go."

The gentle air wave pushed Yan Rongyi out of the restraint. He could hear the helplessness in Ling Jiushen's tone, and with a smile he picked up the chongming bird in the snow and stepped on the Yingying Sword: "Golden Feather Chicken, don't worry, Tell me...what's going on?"

The situation was urgent, and Chongming Bird didn't bother to care what Yan Rongyi called him. He opened and closed his pointed beak, explaining the ins and outs of the matter completely.

Actually...it's not a big deal.

It was just two disciples who had just started arguing, one of them was not angry, and he went to Luo Yu, who taught him swordsmanship, to file a complaint, and the other disciple suffered.

The blue-robed disciple who had been beaten was not convinced, so he brought Bai Shuang, and when the two sides confronted each other, the contradiction emerged.

"That's why I never teach the blue-robed disciples of Laoshizi." Yan Rongyi sighed.

"Do you think everyone is as irresponsible as you?" Fuxi pecked his head twice, loosened Yan Rongyi's tied hair crown, and then rolled it up contentedly, "You know, Bai The relationship between Shuang and Luo Yu has always been bad..."

"Not good?" Yan Rongyi was thoughtful.

"Yeah." Fuxi complained endlessly, probably because he was suffocating with Wangshui on weekdays, and when he touched him, he began to pour out bitter water, "Is it because of you?...Luo Yu always felt that the Fushan School As the number one sword sect in the world, I shouldn't shield you... Ahem, this is his idea, not mine!"

Chongmingniao clarified for himself awkwardly: "I didn't believe you very much either! Mainly Bai Shuang... You saved his sister's life. Although he didn't say it in front of you, he was very protective behind his back. you."

Yan Rongyi couldn't help but raised the corners of her lips, nodded and said, "I know."

Of course he could feel that Bai Shuang's concern was hidden in lame sarcasm.

"Luo Yu is different. She is also the apprentice of Venerable Cheng Ying, so she must not be used to such a bastard like you." Fuxi squatted on Yan Rongyi's head, making the final speech, "In short, it was all your fault."

Yan Rongyi: "..." Yes yes yes.

Before he even flew to the Tai Chi Dojo, he saw two figures colliding violently in midair.

A few days ago, Yan Rongyi didn't recover her memory, and she still couldn't see the way, but now she can make a sharp evaluation: "Bai Shuang can't beat Luo Yu."

"That's natural." Fu Xi followed his gaze and sighed worriedly, "Luo Yu...how can I put it, she is also the Venerable's apprentice, how does Bai Shuang compare to him?"

However, Baishuang's sword moves were fierce, in a desperate posture, and the two light blue real fires followed the sword light, dragging into a long phantom.

The two real fires floating around Bai Shuang all day long are also related to Yan Rongyi.

When Bai Shuang first became a white-robed disciple, she also taught the blue-robed disciple who had just started.

Most of the blue-robed disciples are not talented, but there are many hard-working people among them.

At that time, there were two such disciples beside Bai Shuang.

Yan Rongyi vaguely remembered that they were a pair of brothers, they looked weak and weak, like the sons of a mortal family, but every time he passed by the Tai Chi Dojo, he would see them among the disciples practicing swords.

At that time, even Elder Yuxuan was moved to cherish talents and wanted to take them into his seat.

Bai Shuang was naturally happy for them, and even accompanied them to the secret realm, trying to grab a chance.

However, it was this decision that directly cut off their immortal journey.

On a rainy night, Yan Rongyi noticed that Baishuang's soul lamp was abnormal. When he rushed to the secret realm, he only found Baishuang who was bruised and comatose.

Bai Shuang held two jade bottles tightly in his hands, Yan Rongyi couldn't open his fingers no matter what.

He didn't know until Bai Shuang woke up that it contained ashes.

"It was I who harmed them." Bai Shuang, who had just become a disciple of the white robe, still regarded Yan Rongyi as a trustworthy master of the Fushan School. He himself did not temper his heart of stone, and watched his close disciples die in front of his eyes. , so uncomfortable that she hugged Yan Rongyi's neck and shed tears.

Yan Rongyi couldn't laugh or cry.

He was born as a demon cultivator, and he was used to seeing life and death since he was a child. Naturally, he didn't have Bai Shuang's troubles, but he could also understand why Bai Shuang was sad.

The road to cultivating immortals is rough and bumpy, and there are very few people who reach the sky in one step, and most of them are ants who perish on the way.

Yan Rongyi wiped away the tears on Bai Shuang's cheeks, and said solemnly: "It's because they don't have enough opportunities, you have tried your best."

"No...it's my fault. If I didn't want to bring them to the secret realm on a whim, they wouldn't..."

"Bai Shuang, this is the way of heaven." Yan Rongyi frowned and snatched the small bottle in his palm, "Even if you don't bring them to the secret realm today, as disciples of the Fushan sect, wouldn't they go to the secret realm in the future? Experience?... Take your time, I think of a way, maybe... let them survive in another form."

"What?!" Bai Shuang raised her head abruptly, staring closely at Yan Rongyi with eyes red from crying.

Yan Rongyi couldn't help laughing, and felt that the young man in front of him was no longer a stunning and talented white-robed disciple, but a soft white rabbit: "I also heard Master mention it by chance, but I haven't tried it, so don't hug me too much." hope."

Bai Shuang nodded hastily, grabbing Yan Rongyi's sleeve like grabbing the last straw: "Senior Brother Yan, just tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"All you need is a drop of your heart and soul." Yan Rongyi closed her eyes, recalling the spells she had read in the scrolls, and awkwardly drew out several formations with her fingers.

That's right, this is not the method he heard from Venerable Chengying at all.

When he was still raised by the demon cultivator, he discovered it when he was flipping through the book, and it didn't even have a name.

This method is not sinister, similar to the monks in Wangyou Valley, who signed a contract with the corpses to refine the bones.

What Yan Rongyi had to do was to make Bai Shuang sign a contract with the remaining consciousness in his ashes.

It sounds easy, but it's hard to do.

When a person dies and the lamp is extinguished, the three souls and seven souls return to the way of heaven, and those who go against the sky will be punished by heaven.

But Yan Rong had said everything, facing Bai Shuang's expectant gaze, she could only bite the bullet.

He made a trick, changed several positions, faced the two bottles of ashes, and tossed and tossed for a whole night, trying to toss Bai Shuang's tears away.

Bai Shuang became suspicious from being convinced.

"Ahem." Yan Rongyi put her sore arms behind her back in embarrassment, before Bai Shuang could speak, she said, "Perhaps...they have already left."

Bai Shuang was lost and lost, knowing that Yan Rongyi had tried her best, and forced herself to bend down to salute and thank her, but when Yan Rongyi, who hadn't slept all night, returned the gift, she accidentally knocked over the jade bottle containing the ashes.

Yan Rongyi: "..." Do it.

When Bai Shuang was about to go berserk, two balls of light blue real fire burst out of the shattered jade bottle, dancing happily around his fingertips.

It turned out that the formation formed by Yan Rongyi had already taken effect, but the magic power of the newly born True Fire was too weak to break free from the jade bottle, and stayed in the bottle all night in vain.

...it is truly a blessing in misfortune.

Yan Rongyi secretly wiped off his sweat, and then quickly brought Bai Shuang back to the Fushan School.

After going back, the real fire they created was quickly discovered by the elders. Later, Venerable Chengying came forward and said that there was nothing wrong with the real fire, so let's forget about it.

Of course, Yan Rongyi was fined to copy the Fushan Heart Sutra a hundred times.

It's just...he wrote it ten times by himself, and left the rest to the grateful Bai Shuang.

"Bai Shuang!" Fuxi's exclamation brought Yan Rongyi back to reality.

Holding the Furong Sword, Luo Yu held a sword flower in her hand, and when Bai Shuang was too busy to disperse the real fire, she stabbed at the back of his heart.

Yan Rongyi's expression darkened slightly.

This was just a sparring between seniors, Luo Yu was too ruthless.

The disciples at the bottom of the Tai Chi dojo also exclaimed, and the soft-hearted ones even covered their faces, or turned their backs, unable to bear to see Bai Shuang falling from the sword.

And the next moment, Luo Yu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the very soft, muffled sound in the wind was caught by her ears.

And then, all the disciples standing on the Tai Chi dojo felt that time was frozen in a moment, and the jet-black flames appeared out of nowhere in the air, like spring rain, gathering bit by bit, and finally covered the sky and sun, gathering in front of Luo Yu , accompanied by the rapidly rising temperature, it burst open——

"Yan, Rong, Yi!" Luo Yu, whose face was scorched black and fell to the Tai Chi dojo, let out an angry roar.

The author has something to say: _(:з」∠)_The cover is an appointment, the movement problem has been reflected with the artist, and it will be changed...

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