I am pretending to be a villain in the world of cultivating immortals

Master actually...does he also like himself?

Hearing other people's unintentional words, Liang Chi was overjoyed, he couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth, but he was afraid that his secret joy would be known, so he subconsciously looked at the first apprentice order on his waist.

And at the moment when he was in a daze, there were conversations in the crowd.

"Sure enough, it's that senior brother, but why don't you see Senior Snow Mountain White Phoenix today?"

"You are an idiot, what is the status of senior Bai Fenghuang, how can you see him as soon as you see him?"

The few disciples standing behind the hairpin boy heard his conversation with the female cultivator, and immediately recognized that the good book was the noble person who gave them fortune yesterday and helped them successfully enter the fairy gate, and they all looked at the good book The location where it was located also included the weird girl who had been lying on the back of a black pig and kept silent.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Liang, for leading me into the Tao—"

A group of teenagers who came to express their thanks suddenly saluted Liang Chu respectfully as if they had agreed.

Asked by immortals, chance is the most important thing.

They entered Taoism because of Yu Huaiyin, and Yu Huaiyin can be regarded as their enlightenment teacher from a rational point of view, and since Yu Huaiyin gave this cause and effect to the good book in the name of Snow Mountain White Phoenix, then it is natural to worship him Well deserved.

It's just that people who were born in the abyss had never been a person who held a torch and held a fire. Liang Ce came back to his senses amid the echoes of the crowd. He looked at the disciples from the Twelve Dao Palaces in front of the mountain gate, and more than half of them were Came here to thank him.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes, and then he became solemn. He raised his right hand as if unintentionally to return the most solemn shoulder-supporting ceremony in the Tanlang Kingdom, but he changed his gesture halfway and replaced it with the most solemn ceremony in the fairy gate. A common salute.

Yi Rong stood aside, watching Liang Chu exchange greetings with a group of young disciples from the fairy sect, and when the chattering young disciples gradually receded, the gate returned to its former bleakness and tranquility.

"I didn't expect my good teacher and nephew to be so grand. It's really changing in the fairy world, and there are talents coming out in large numbers."

Yi Rong was teasing, remembering what Yue Shenheng told him in private, which gave him the right time, so he tried to test Liang Chu's purpose of worshiping Siming Dao Palace. He felt that now was a good opportunity, but why should Yi Rong Listen to other people's errands.

Yue Shen Hengyue wanted to keep Liang Chu away from Yu Huaiyin, so he wanted to match him up.

"Uncle Master, you're welcome." Liang Ce put the list of mountain worship and other items into the storage bag, and was about to turn around and go back to Xianmen to show it to Yu Huaiyin.

Suddenly, Yi Rong coughed pretendingly from behind, and said with a smile: "Nowadays there are no idlers to bother you, my good nephew is a smart man, so I might as well tell you something bluntly, whether you believe it or not is up to you."

Liang Ce stopped in his tracks, but he really became interested in what Yi Rong was going to say next.

"Six years ago, when the head of the lower realm was in charge, although the whole family of the Liang royal family was wiped out except you, the Siming Dao Palace also suffered heavy losses. You should know that it is easy for monks in the upper realm to kill mortals, but Back then when the sect leader came back alone, he was seriously injured, and it took three years of retreat to barely recover his life, don't you think there is something strange about it?"

Liang Ce frowned, and it is true that Yi Rong's reminder was exactly what he had always suspected.

I still remember that when he woke up from the altar, there were only the bodies of the royal family and a small number of maids and guards in the entire imperial city.

The fire burned for a whole night, why did it take so long to see a large number of imperial city imperial guards come to rescue? At that time, he was still young, and he didn't realize the clues of this.

But these days, he discovered that Yu Huaiyin was not a bloodthirsty and cunning person, on the contrary, he treated others with kindness and hatred, and he didn't look like a treacherous person who would treat human life as nothing for the sake of his own cultivation.

Otherwise, why did this huge fairy gate end up like this?

Seeing Liang Ce standing there, Yi Rong knew that what he just said was valid, and he continued, "After that, the Siming Dao Palace fell apart overnight, and everyone in the Xianmen defected. The other two elders don't have the same level of cultivation as they do now, and they speak lightly, so naturally they can't keep those who want to leave, so they can only watch them evacuate the ashram and ruin this blessed place."

Recalling the past, Yi Rong took two sips of wine, as if mentioning the past, he needed great courage.

"You say these are pleading for Siming Dao Palace?" Liang Ce turned around, and when he looked at Yi Rong, he sneered, not concealing his hatred for this fairy gate at all.

"No and no." Yi Rong shook his head repeatedly when he heard that he misunderstood what he meant, "A good teacher and nephew is too respectful, and the poor Taoist will not care about the friendship between teachers and students. You and I are in the same way. If this commander-in-chief The Daoist Palace is prosperous as usual, maybe today you want to kill the sect, and the poor Daoist can still help you."

As Yi Rong said, he drew out the long sapphire sword from his waist, and stroked the blade with his fingertips that exuded a cold light.

"It's a pity. For me, the person who deserves hatred is dead, and the person I love is culpable. I am not telling you these things to persuade you to let go of hatred. After all, it is only right and proper to kill people and pay debts. Right now You are wearing snow-white ginkgo clothes, bearing the identity of the head disciple of Siming Dao Palace, I will naturally call you nephew, but in the future you really have a different heart, and people from my immortal sect will definitely kill you!"

Liang Chi looked at the seriousness of this Luotuo Taoist, it can be seen that his footsteps were vain after a few sips of wine, so he knew that this person was drunk, and he gave a long speech just to give him a bad impression.

He has never been entangled with drunks in his life, not to mention that he has already obtained some information from Yi Rong's statement that he wants to inquire about. This is already a clue to the investigation of the annihilation of the Liang royal family back then.

"Master uncle finished?" Liang Chi asked flatly.

"Uh..." Yi Rong hesitated for a moment, thinking that this kid was frightened, and it seemed that this trick was useless to him, so he changed the subject, "I really don't know much about what happened to Liang Chu back then. The grievances and grievances of the family are not to be evaluated, but have you ever thought that if one day you know the cause and effect of this matter, and find that what you hated before is just a reason to support yourself to live, how embarrassing you will be?"

This sentence is the truth, this is the truth that Yi Rong has been unable to understand, so he asked another authority today.

Liang Chi's expression darkened, he only thought that when the truth of everything yesterday came to light, all good and evil will be rewarded, even if he really did something wrong, he is willing to bear the consequences of his own evil and will eventually be repaid.

Thinking of this, he felt a lot more relaxed, so he walked straight to the mountain gate, leaving behind a sentence, "I only look at the things that haven't happened."

"Just look at... in front of you?" Yi Rong repeated in a low voice, and suddenly felt that he had been bothering others all the time.

But soon he realized that he was here today to persuade this boy Liang Ce not to fight against Yue Canheng, let alone thinking about how to make trouble in Siming Dao Palace all day long. Did someone teach you a lesson?

But fortunately, he took advantage of his drunkenness to say what should be said and what should not be said.Even if Yue Canheng really asked at that time, he would be easy to deal with.

Thinking about it in his heart, but Yi Rong also knew that Liang Chi would definitely ignore his words, so he couldn't help but remind him.

"Hey, brat, since you have come to the Upper Realm, let me tell you a few interesting places, the Fulaigui Cliff in Beiman Mountain, the stone statue beside the Dongzhenxi Mountain Road, you should take some time to visit it, you won't make a trip in vain of."

Yi Rong yelled, and seeing the other party walking more hurriedly, he yelled again: "Nephew good teacher, listen to my uncle's persuasion, the flowers bloom and the flowers bloom, and the moon is the first to get close to the water tower—"

After such a waste of time, he recalled the appearance of Yu Huaiyin in a hurry to look for people as soon as he left the customs a few years ago. Even Yue Shenheng's blind tree could see the relationship between the head of the sect and the boy surnamed Liang. It's not general, how can he not understand the suffering of not getting what he wants.

Now he is interested in the beauty of adults, but he doesn't know if Liang Chu has listened to it.

At the end, Yi Rong turned around and looked back at the desolate Twelve Immortals Mountains. He shook the flagon in his hand and sighed: "A boy who doesn't eat oil and salt, looks like old man Lu, and it makes people upset."

……

When Liang Chu returned to Xianmen, the apricot fragrance in the thatched hut was still strong. Before entering the door, he used his mental power to check to make sure that Yu Huaiyin was the only one inside, and then he went in softly.

"Master?"

He called out, but found that Yu Huaiyin was still curled up in a ball, leaning against the wall, sound asleep.

Liang Book stepped forward to pick him up and put him on the bed. During that time, the sleeping man was very quiet, his brows and eyes lost the indifference of the past, and were replaced by softness and peace.

For a long time, Liang Chi looked at Yu Huaiyin, and suddenly felt that he was a pedestrian who accidentally broke into the vast snow mountain, and on the high place of the mountain, whenever the snow fell heavily, there would be a lonely crane, briefly passed by his eyes.

In the past, he tried to chase the figure of the crane, but he failed.Later, he built a room where cranes often appeared, and he waited day and night.

Who knew that the crane was actually willing to stay for him, he could look at it wantonly, and even reach out and touch the soft back of the crane, this kind of change made him both happy and frightened.

Fearing that it was just a dream, he specially made a chain to lock the crane firmly.

After pondering for a moment, Liang Ce took out a small and exquisite silver bell from the wolf tooth necklace around his neck, and after shaking it slightly, he saw Yu Huaiyin's brows frown slightly, and then showed a little painful expression. The Gu worms on this person were eating the flesh and blood of the host.

At that moment, he tightened his five fingers, and under the squeeze of spiritual power, the silver bell made a final crisp sound unwillingly, and turned into powder.

Sensing that the Gu worm hidden in Yu Huaiyin's chest had completely fallen into a deep sleep, Liang Ce panted and leaned against the edge of the bed like a porter who suddenly unloaded a heavy burden from his shoulders.

His whole body was full of hostility, probably because he was not good at learning art, and he was backlashed by a bit of Gu art.

After resting for about half a stick of incense, he raised his eyes to look at the fairy who looked like a dried magnolia on the couch, and unconsciously carried some expectation in his voice when he murmured, "Master, let's start again, okay..."