I heard that I became the villain Bai Yueguang after I died

"If I remember correctly, I have said before, stay away from the people of the Hehuan Sect, especially--"

Gu Bai said word by word:

"Yue Qingxi."

Su Xueyin clenched her fingers and spoke with gritted teeth:

"We just met by chance, and he just dropped me off on the way back."

Gu Bai: "The location of the Hehuan Sect is not on the way here."

Su Xueyin: "Senior Brother..."

"If you still want to recognize me as your senior brother, then you should stop associating with Yue Qingxi." Gu Bai frowned.

Su Xueyin bit her lip, caught in a dilemma:

"Brother, he is really not the kind of person you think!"

Gu Bai's attitude became stern:

"Why should I slander the actions of the He Huan Sect? The entire cultivation world has witnessed it."

Su Xueyin lowered her head and said nothing.

Gu Bai said to Wen Bu Yu:

"You are also her senior brother, and you are just going to watch her sink into the mud?"

Wen Buyu whispered:

"One should not judge a man to be a gentleman based on his temporary praise, nor should one judge a man to be a villain based on his temporary slander."

"I have met Yue Qingxi several times. Although his behavior is a bit unorthodox, but..."

Wen Buyu hesitated and said:

“But the essence is still pure.”

Su Xueyin nodded hurriedly:

"He's a good guy!"

Gu Bai sighed: "He is a good man, but is he sincere?"

Su Xueyin hesitated: "Really?"

Gu Bai: "Have you ever thought about this? If he is not sincere to you and is just in a momentary mood, he will get tired of you after a few days. Then you..."

He didn't finish, but Su Xueyin understood the rest of his words.

She was full of confusion.

A voice told her that Yue Qingxi was not the kind of person that Senior Brother Gu Bai was worried about.

But another voice gradually emerged:

"Why would he really like you?"

She is just an orphan, without a prominent family background like Chu Yao and Sang Nian. Her appearance is just above average in the world of immortal cultivation where there are so many beauties.

Ordinary talent, average aptitude, and boring personality.

She has nothing.

——Why would Yue Qingxi, who is so outstanding, like her?

Besides, how long have they known each other?

It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured on her, and Su Xueyin's heart suddenly turned cold.

Her nose felt a little sour, and she tried hard to hold back her tears:

"Brother Gu Bai, I understand. I won't...see him again."

Seeing her like this, Gu Bai didn't know what to say and patted her shoulder:

"Go back and rest."

Su Xueyin nodded, and went upstairs to her room in a daze.

The worry on Gu Bai's brows did not diminish.

Wen Buyu shook his head slightly:

"Why bother interfering in this matter? She is not a child anymore and has her own judgment."

Gu Bai looked solemn:

"Junior Sister Su is simple-minded. She even counted money for others after being sold. As senior brothers, should we just sit back and do nothing?"

Hearing this, he had nothing to say, so he could only say:

"He is indeed the disciple of the Fourth Elder of the Discipline Hall. His behavior is surprisingly similar to his."

Gu Bai bluntly pointed out:

"Are you trying to say that we are too lenient?"

Wen Bu Yu shrugged:

"I didn't say that."

Gu Bai laughed:

"Then you are worthy of being the sect master's disciple. You have the same soft personality as him and don't have any temper at all. You have been bullied by Chu Yao, and you still follow her around all day."

At this point, his tone was somewhat helpless:

"Those who know you have a good temper would think you have other thoughts about her."

Wen Buyu coughed lightly and touched the tip of his nose:

"Junior sister has never bullied me."

Gu Bai shook his head and sighed:

"Still speaking for her?"

Wen Buyu smiled but said nothing.

Gu Bai: "By the way, the Sect Master called you today. You came back so late. Is there something important?"

Speaking of this matter, Wen Buyu's expression became much more serious:

"The Immortal Sect and the Shura Palace are about to go to war."

Gu Bai was startled.

Wen Bu Yu said slowly:

"The leader and the other clan leaders have drawn up a preliminary plan to raid the demon world in fifteen days."

Gu Bai also became serious:

"All the sects join together?"

Wen Buyu said: "That's right."

Gu Bai thought for a few seconds: "Who will take the lead?"

Wen Buyu: "Xiaoyao and Xuanjian."

Gu Bai nodded:

"It's just as I expected. If the three sects and one hall don't rush to the front, how can the other sects agree to join forces?"

Wen Bu Yu reminded softly:

"All the elders in the sect have been summoned to Yujing, and are now discussing war strategies with the sect master. You should also be prepared. When the time comes, you and I will definitely go."

Gu Bai: “I know.”

Wen Bu Yu looked heavy-hearted:

"When the two worlds fight, I wonder how many people will die."

Gu Bai looked into the distance with his hands behind his back and said calmly:

"If this battle can ensure peace for future generations, it will be worth it no matter how many lives are lost."

Wen Buyu pressed his eyebrows:

"hope so……"

*

After this day, Su Xueyin did as she had said to Gu Bai and no longer saw Yue Qingxi.

For three days in a row, the young man wore a fiery red robe and stood waiting for her at the foot of the inn.

She kept the door closed and didn't even open the window once, determined not to leave herself any thoughts.

Light rain patters.

Sang Nian and Chu Yao hid at the door and watched, feeling that this situation was quite troublesome.

"Ayin said he didn't want to see her, so why does he come every day?" Chu Yao complained, "It's so annoying. There are rumors everywhere now."

There were all kinds of comments, but the most talked about was how the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect did not know what was good for them.

Even Yue Qingxi refused.

Chu Yao laughed angrily:

"It's as if we, Xiaoyao, are too high to marry into the Hehuan Sect. It's really ridiculous."

Sang Nian was worried:

"I'm more worried about Ayin. She has been very listless these past few days."

Chu Yao said carelessly:

"I let it go after a while. After all, they only knew each other for a few days."

Is it really like this?

Sang Nian always felt unsure.

Suddenly, the young man who had been silent all this time walked through the door of the inn and walked straight up to them.

Sang Nian stood up straight:

"Is something wrong?"

Chu Yao said alertly:

"I won't let you go up to see Ayin."

Yue Qingxi took out an unsigned letter from his arms.

He didn't hold an umbrella, so he was soaked, and his fingertips were also wet with rain. But the letter was well protected and not wet at all:

"Please pass this letter to Yukine for me."

Chu Yao was not happy about it, Sang Nian reached over her and took it:

"no problem."

After being rejected for three consecutive days, Yue Qingxi did not show any sign of dejection. She still smiled and said firmly:

"Please tell her that I need to go back to the sect with my master and will be back in seven days."

"Then I will continue to come here and wait for her until she is willing to see me."

Sang Nian couldn't help but feel touched, and nodded solemnly:

"I'll pass that on for you."

Yue Qingxi smiled:

"Thank you."

He glanced at the empty staircase, stopped hesitating, turned around and strode away.

Sang Nian watched him leave, propped up his chin and said:

"I don't think he's as bad as my senior brothers say."

Chu Yao became serious:

"Do you know how many sword cultivators are abandoned by Hehuan Sect disciples every year? In the end, all of them have their Dao hearts destroyed and become haunted by demons. In serious cases, some even lose their lives."

Sang Nian asked weakly, "Is it that serious?"

"These are all lessons learned through blood," Chu Yao said, "Anyway, I will never let my A Yin become like this."

Sang Nian sighed:

"Okay, I'll go give her the letter."

Chu Yao disagrees:

"What if he uses sweet words in the letter and A Yin is shaken after reading it? It's better to destroy it."

Sang Nian avoided her hand and said seriously:

"If she can't let it go, she will be shaken even if she doesn't read this letter. If she can really let it go, she won't be shaken even if she reads ten or a hundred letters."

Before Chu Yao could say anything, Xiao Zhuochen, dressed in white, hurried towards them from the other end of the street.

The rain was getting heavier. He held up an oil-paper umbrella with painted bamboo leaves in one hand. Water droplets were hanging down the edge of the umbrella. When he looked up, he looked like a fairy in a painting.

The two stopped talking, waited for him to come up to them, and nodded in greeting.

Xiao Zhuochen put away his umbrella. There was a faint dark circle under his eyes, as if he had not rested well. His voice also revealed a sense of fatigue:

"I wonder what Miss Sang wants me to do?"