villain is a good guy

Chapter 14

Wangshui's master uncle, named Yuxuan, is the only female cultivator among the seven elders of the Fushan School, and she is also the head of the seven elders.

The one who took Wangshui as his disciple back then was actually Elder Yuxuan's junior sister, Elder Yuji.

Not long after Elder Yuji accepted his apprentice, he unexpectedly passed away. Yuxuan couldn't bear to forget that Shui was lonely and helpless, so she took him under her own disciples and taught them carefully for a hundred years.

Wang Shui led them quickly through the crowd, accompanied by bursts of applause, and walked to a dreamlike glazed pagoda.

On the side of the Taiji dojo, there are several spaces where treasures can be transformed, most of which are set up by the elders with status in the sect, and ordinary disciples dare not approach them.

Forgot to know the familiar formula and flashed into the pagoda, Bai Shuang followed closely, and Yan Rongyi, who was about to lose consciousness, followed numbly.

He passed through a layer of cool water curtain, and in front of him was no longer the Tai Chi Dojo with a sea of ​​people, but a courtyard with fairy mist.

Bai Shuang took off the mask, stretched briskly, turned sideways and chatted with Wang Shui: "Elder Yuxuan's taste is better. It is said that 100 years ago, when Elder Yuquan watched the competition, he put the magic weapon on the side of the dojo... ...However, his treasure is the soul-calling flag, which is full of ghosts, and all the disciples who went in to serve him came out without having nightmares."

"Be careful." Wang Shui shook his head with a smile, and hugged Fu Xi from his shoulders, "The Evocation Banner is certainly scary, and there will be no real evil spirits inside."

Bai Shuang took it for granted, muttering, "The elders of our Fushan Sect are not ghost cultivators from Wangyou Valley", and turned to look at Yan Rongyi who said nothing: "Senior brother Yan, ten years ago you were thrown into Siguo Cliff, except Other than Master, Elder Yuxuan is the only one who speaks for you, so you have to thank her very much today."

Bai Shuang's words came near and far in Yan Rongyi's ears.

He listened wholeheartedly, and agreed heartily, but there was a severe pain in his chest, and all the strength in his body was used to press his lips tightly to prevent the blood from overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"Why don't you speak?" Bai Shuang waited for a long time for a response, her eyes fell on Yan Rongyi's bloodless lips, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged in her heart, "Senior Brother Yan..."

Bai Shuang reached out his hand hesitantly, wanting to pat him on the shoulder.

"Don't!" Wang Shui sensed something was wrong and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

As soon as Bai Shuang's hand touched Yan Rongyi's shoulder, he groaned and spat out a mouthful of blackened blood.

Bai Shuang was taken aback: "Senior brother Yan... I haven't touched you yet, senior brother Yan, why did you vomit blood?"

"Don't scare people! Are you pretending again?"

Yan Rongyi was dizzy from the noise, and couldn't help but whisper: "Shut up!"

Bai Shuang closed her mouth tearfully.

He spit out blood and regained some energy for a while, looked at Wangshui who was also flustered, and raised the corners of his lips apologetically: "It's not your fault, it's me..."

He was silent, originally wanted to say "this body", but was afraid that the two juniors would suspect it, so he changed his words: "It's because of me."

After all, continue to vomit blood.

"Fuxi, go and call Elder Yuxuan." Wang Shui made a decisive decision, threw the Chongming Bird in his arms away, and at the same time replaced Bai Shuang, holding Yan Rongyi's arm, "Bai Shuang, you go and call Master. "

"Okay." Bai Shuang took out the flying sword in a panic, and Yan Rongyi had already fallen into Wang Shui's arms before he could pinch the sword formula.

Bai Shuang repeatedly said "Oh no", and stepped on the sword to rush out of the glazed pagoda.

A few ripples suddenly appeared in the calm air, and the icy-faced Venerable Cheng Ying suddenly appeared, he stretched out his arms to wrap around Yan Rongyi's waist, looked at the dazed Wang Shui, and frowned: "Let go."

Wang Shui quickly let go of the hand that was holding him.

Venerable Chengying hugged Yan Rongyi horizontally, and when the figure was about to disappear, Elder Yuxuan hurried over: "Hold on, Your Honor!"

"...Your Majesty, why don't you let me have a look." Yuxuan held a whisk in her hand, and she was dressed like a crane in white, with a faint glint of water in her gentle eyes. After all, it was a step too late... Today I saw that Nephew Yan's internal injuries are very serious, maybe the pill can come in handy."

When Venerable Chengying heard the words, his body paused slightly, as if he wanted to move.

Seeing this, Yuxuan said again: "My lord's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. It can cure diseases and save people. If one more person sees it, Master Yan will have more life."

There is indeed some truth in what he said, even Bai Shuang couldn't help but want to lobby Elder Yuxuan, but when he spoke, Wang Shui grabbed his sleeve.

Wang Shui's eyes were full of solemnity.

Bai Shuang hadn't recalled it yet, but he already understood that the reason why Yan Rongyi fell into a coma was probably caused by the spiritual energy fluctuations in the sword formation.

But how much aura is overflowing from the sword array?

Ordinary people with no foundation can still resist, but Yan Rongyi vomits blood and faints...

Wangshui's heart sank and sank.

Venerable Chengying looked down at Yan Rongyi's pale face, his sharp brows became tighter and tighter, his heart seemed to be at war with heaven and man, and finally he sighed: "Where is the elixir?"

Yuxuan bowed and saluted, and replied, "It's in the tower. Your lord, please come with me."

Venerable Chengying nodded his chin, and under the guidance of Elder Yuxuan, he went to the depths of the pagoda and placed Yan Rongyi on the jade couch.

"Please don't worry, my lord. The elixir I have refined has a mild effect. Even if it is useless to Nephew Yan, it will never hurt him." Elder Yuxuan took out the blue jade bottle from the wooden box in front of the bed, " Earlier, Bai Shuang's younger sister Bai Liu was injured, I gave her one, and the effect was very good."

Venerable Chengying stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on Yan Rongyi's face, noncommittal.

Elder Yuxuan didn't feel embarrassed, put down the wooden box, directly pinched Yan Rongyi's wrist, and carefully injected a ray of spiritual energy into his body.

The aura of a female cultivator is generally milder than that of a male cultivator. Elder Yuxuan was careful, but Yan Rongyi still coughed up blood.

Elder Yuxuan's complexion changed again and again.

Where did Yan Rongyi suffer internal injuries?

The dantian was shattered, the tendons and veins were broken, and none of the internal organs were intact. This is clearly... clearly a breathing corpse!

Elder Yuxuan was so frightened by the results of the investigation that he broke out in cold sweat, raised his head to meet Venerable Shang Chengying's cold gaze, and suddenly became sober - the Venerable knew it.

Knowing Yan Rongyi's injuries, pills can't cure them at all.

"Can it be cured?"

Yuxuan trembled all over, trembling and shaking her head: "My lord, with all due respect, nephew Yan was seriously injured to this point, he should have... should have..."

"Should have fallen?" Venerable Chengying said calmly, "Do you want to ask why he can still walk in the world like ordinary people?"

Yuxuan didn't dare to say more.

Venerable Cheng Ying bent down, and the dark robe wrapped around Yan Rongyi's fingertips like a thick fog.

He stared at the weakly breathing apprentice for a long time with complicated eyes, and then said softly, "Because I won't let him die."

Yuxuan was shocked again: "Honorable..."

Yuxuan was well aware of Venerable Chengying's preference for his apprentices, but she never expected that it had reached the point of paranoia.

But how can Yan Rongyi's broken body be healed?

Yuxuan smiled wryly and thought, the venerable has imprisoned her nephew's soul... Thinking of this, she suddenly widened her eyes, and put her fingers on Yan Rongyi's wrist again.

Venerable Chengying seemed to have sensed it, and the corners of his lips curled up vaguely: "What do you see?"

"The soul... the soul is unstable." After Yuxuan finished speaking, she stepped aside in horror, and saluted Venerable Cheng Ying, "Verun, the Fushan School... The thousand-year-old foundation of the Fushan School cannot be destroyed once!"

"How do you say that?" Venerable Chengying narrowed his eyes, slightly closed his hands behind his back, and the Chengying sword wrapped in the moon shadow veil felt something and shook violently.

"Life and death are irreversible..."

"is it?"

Seeing that Venerable Cheng Ying was obsessed with obsession, Yuxuan bit the bullet and offered another big gift: "Venerable! Only a demonic cultivator can imprison a soul in a lifeless body. This act violates the will of God and may be punished by God!"

An unspeakable silence spread in the glazed pagoda. Wangshui and Baishuang, who were waiting in place, simultaneously sacrificed their natal flying swords and looked at each other, finding fear in each other's eyes.

Just a trace, and only a moment.

Their mental defenses collapsed in the monstrous killing intent, and even the Flying Sword in their hands hummed in terror.

Yuxuan's knees even went limp, and she fell to her knees on the ground, her soft neck drooping strangely, tiny drops of blood oozing from her fingers propped by her side.

She murmured in pain: "My lord..."

The murderous aura dissipated slowly.

"If the deity told you that you had a chance to save Yuji, what would you do?" Venerable Chengying closed his eyes, with a hint of loneliness in his brows, "Save her, or let her die?"

Tears fell down Yuxuan's delicate face.

She opened her mouth and answered silently, "Help."

No matter what the outcome is, she will save her junior sister, even if she defies God's will, even if she is hunted down by Heaven.

"Okay." Venerable Chengying was not surprised by Yuxuan's answer. He stretched out his slender fingers, brushed away a strand of long hair from Yan Rongyi's cheek, and said happily, "The deity's choice is the same as yours."

Yan Rongyi, who was lying on the bed and pretended to be dead: "..."

He woke up when Elder Yuxuan said that his soul was unstable.

The reason why his soul is unstable is definitely not because of his unhealed serious injuries, but because he is a time traveler!

This body contains nine souls from different worlds, and the soul and body are highly compatible to have ghosts.

But Yan Rongyi felt a little lucky after listening to Elder Yuxuan's words.

If someone suspects that he is not the original body in the future, they only need to tell the diagnosis of Elder Yuxuan to dispel the other party's doubts.

But Yan Rongyi didn't dare to wake up.

The atmosphere between Venerable Chengying and Elder Yuxuan was weird. If he opened his eyes at this time, the three of them would be embarrassed.

He lay stiffly on the bed, trying his best to ignore the scorching sight on his face.

Venerable Chengying... His master obviously cared a little too much for his apprentice.

According to "Strategy", Venerable Chengying only accepted two apprentices, one is the villain Yan Rongyi, and the other is the protagonist Luo Yu.

Needless to say about the protagonist's situation, but "Yan Rongyi" has already committed a heinous disaster, and Venerable Cheng Ying still persists, which is too good to be true.

Yan Rongyi was very moved, Yan Rongyi was very emotional.

Yan Rongyi still didn't dare to open her eyes.

Venerable Chengying looked at him for a while, tapped a few acupuncture points, and said to Yuxuan in a low voice, "Don't worry, I will not abandon Fushan, let alone imprison Rongyi's soul."

"...I have found the secret method in the ancient book. As long as I refine the elixir mentioned in the book, it will cure his unstable soul."

Although Elder Yuxuan had doubts, the deep reverence for Venerable Chengying in her heart made her choose to believe: "No wonder the Venerable asked Wang Shui and Bai Shuang to accompany Nephew Yan down the mountain, presumably because of the elixir."

"Well, alchemy is still short of the infinite grass."

"The infinite grass in the netherworld?" Yuxuan frowned and looked at Yan Rongyi who was lying on the couch, shaking her head for a moment, "Nephew Yan is seriously injured, it's better to stay on the mountain."

Why didn't Venerable Chengying know that it would be better to keep Yan Rongyi on the mountain?

He lowered his eyes, deep struggle and endless bitterness flashed in the amber pupils.

"Before Rong Yi...that's all, if he wants to go, let him go!"

The author has something to say: Under the guidance of the boss, the copywriting was changed _(:з」∠)_