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

The elder who was in charge of registration was still unable to write down his name. Sang Nian said:

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

The elder didn't answer, but just looked at her with an extremely strange look.

Yunqi next to him suddenly screamed:

"Shen Mingchao?!"

Sang Nian was about to turn around when a cold wind blew past her ears, blowing up a few strands of her hair.

The next moment, someone grabbed her hand and pulled it hard.

She was forced to turn around.

The usually aloof and calm monk stood before her, his eyes blazing.

He seemed to have run all the way here, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, breathing heavily, and his chest heaving rapidly.

An unprecedented gaffe.

There was a sudden silence all around.

Sang Nian asked tentatively:

"What's up?"

Shen Mingchao stared at the mole between her eyebrows and asked slowly:

"Your name is--Sang Nian?"

"Yes," she said.

Shen Mingchao repeated again:

"Your name is Sang Nian."

Sang Nian replied patiently:

"Correct."

"..."

At this moment, time seems to stop.

It seemed like a long time had passed, yet it also seemed like just a snap of fingers.

Shen Mingchao suddenly smiled.

It seems that her name is Sang Nian, which is a very happy thing.

When Sang Nian heard his laughter, a bad premonition flashed through her mind.

The young man seems to be in an abnormal mental state.

She was about to move away from him, but Shen Mingchao held her hand much tighter.

Without even turning his head, he said to the elder who registered:

"Uncle Master, please tell Senior Brother Gu that I want to bring one more person with me on this trip."

After saying that, he tiptoed and pulled the struggling Sang Nian onto the fairy boat.

In front of the mountain gate, everyone opened their mouths, unable to come back to their senses for a long time.

The registration elder shook his head and sighed, but then smiled, and it was hard to tell what emotion he was feeling.

Finally, he avoided the drop of ink, started a new line, and wrote the two words "Sang Nian" neatly.

Yunqi finally reacted and said in disbelief:

“…Just took him away like that?”

Ruoruo shuddered:

"Why does Senior Brother Shen have that expression... He looks so creepy."

Ying Huai was worried:

"He wouldn't secretly chop Sang Nian up and use her as firewood just because she's a demon, right?"

In comparison, Qi Chen was much calmer than them:

"If Senior Brother Shen wanted to embarrass her, he wouldn't have waited until today. He would have done it a few days ago when they first met."

Several people were relieved: "That's good."

However, what on earth could have happened to cause this senior brother of the Xiaoyao Sect, who never showed his emotions, to lose his composure like this?

Everyone was full of doubts and kept looking at the fairy boat.

On the fairy boat.

Shen Mingchao carried Sang Nian into the cabin.

The gatekeeper disciple subconsciously shouted:

"Elder brother——"

"No one is allowed in."

After saying this, he slammed the door shut and casually set up a barrier to block out prying eyes from the outside world.

After doing all this, he let go of Sang Nian.

Sang Nian quickly pushed the window open, trying to escape.

"boom--!"

The window was slammed shut.

She covered her head which was almost pinched and took two steps back, still feeling frightened.

There was a light sound behind him, and it was Shen Mingchao dragging a chair and sitting down.

He supported his knee with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and his eyes fell precisely on her.

Covet.

Sang Nian took two steps back and asked carefully:

"Fellow Daoist Shen...are you okay?"

Hearing this name, he was in a trance for a moment, leaned back slightly, crossed his arms, and looked like he was going to settle accounts with her:

"Where have you been hiding for the past three hundred years?"

Sang Nian was at a loss: "Huh?"

Shen Mingchao looked at her over and over again:

"Why did you turn into a tree demon?"

He said with disdain:

"Ugly and rustic."

Sang Nian didn't care about being at a loss, almost jumped up, and said angrily:

"You are ugly and unsophisticated, and no one will love you in your life!"

Although he was clearly being scolded, Shen Mingchao doubled over with laughter as if he had heard a hilarious joke.

Is this person sick?!

Sang Nian was horrified.

She silently moved away from him, further and further away.

Across from him, the young man, who had laughed enough, straightened up and wiped away the barely noticeable water marks from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips:

"After all these years, you still curse me with the same words. You really haven't improved at all."

Sang Nian: “?”

She finally heard something was wrong:

"Have we known each other before?"

Shen Mingchao was silent for a moment, then said:

"Have you forgotten everything?"

Sang Nian said: "My head was pecked by a few birds, and I did forget some things."

As if he thought this reason was too outrageous, Shen Mingchao twitched his mouth, and after a long while he held his forehead and said:

"Forget it, just come back."

Sang Nian asked:

"You haven't answered me yet. Have we known each other before?"

Shen Mingchao: “Hmm.”

Sang Nian: "A friend?"

Shen Mingchao said slowly:

"A very good, very good, very good friend."

Sang Nian dragged a chair to sit opposite him, crossed his legs, and said dissatisfiedly:

"You should have told me earlier. You scared me so much that I thought you were going to chop me up and use me as firewood."

Shen Mingchao frowned and looked at the scar on her face. He tried to hold back, but couldn't help it and wiped it gently with his sleeve.

No fading.

He dipped it in some tea and continued to wipe with more force.

Sang Nian: "... Is there a possibility that this is not painted on, but my true appearance?"

Shen Mingchao: “.”

Shen Mingchao: "I thought this was a disguise you carefully designed."

Pretend to be your dad.

Sang Nian covered his left face which was rubbed red by him:

"Tell me about my past."

Shen Mingchao then briefly told the story of their past.

When it came to Xie Chenzhou, he hesitated and skipped mentioning him.

Sang Nian seemed to be thinking:

"I had a dream. I dreamt of a man named Xie Chenzhou. Since you are my friend, you must know him, right?"

Shen Mingchao said:

"do not know."

Sang Nian: "Ah?"

She was about to ask two more questions when Shen Mingchao carefully touched her eyes and whispered:

"How is this going?"

Sang Nian took off the veil covering her eyes, revealing her lifeless eyes:

"Here, blind."

He was stunned, his eyes suddenly reddened:

"Who did it?"

Sang Nian said: "You won't understand even if I tell you."

Shen Mingchao said: "You tell me, I will kill him."

Sang Nian said perfunctorily: "I can't remember clearly, wait until I remember and then you can kill him."

The murderous aura on Shen Mingchao faded a little.

He looked at her carefully:

"The face is not much the same as before, but the eyes are exactly the same."

This face is very similar to Sang Nian's appearance in real life. She covered her eyes with gauze again and said casually:

"Do you have a way to cure my eyes? That's why I came to Xiaoyao."

Shen Mingchao pondered for a moment and said:

"There is a spiritual plant in Penglai called Ye Tan You, whose stamens can clear the mind and brighten the eyes. Maybe it will be useful to you."

Sang Nian said happily:

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go to Penglai."

Shen Mingchao: "We are already on the way to Penglai."

Sang Nian: “?”

She ran to the window, opened it and looked outside.

The fairy boat took off with a rumble, passing through one cloud after another.

In the blink of an eye, Xiaoyao Sect was already thousands of miles away.

"What are you going to Penglai for?" she asked.

Shen Mingchao nodded:

"A few days ago, the demons launched a massive attack on Penglai Lingxiao Sect. At this time, all the sects are on their way to support Penglai, and Xiaoyao is no exception."

Sang Nian paused and suddenly asked:

"Have you ever spoken like this before?"

Shen Mingchao didn't react for a moment:

"what?"

Sang Nian said, "You speak in a very literary way, like an old-fashioned person."

Shen Mingchao was stunned.

After a long while, he forced a smile:

"I am over three hundred years old, Xiaosan."

As he spoke, his voice became much lighter:

"People always have to grow up."

Sang Nian blinked, his eyes a little confused.

Three hundred years was just a blink of an eye for her.

Years passed, but she remained the same.

But the friends we once were are no longer the same as when we first met.

She suddenly felt a little sad.

"If they knew you were back, Senior Brother and Chu Yao would be very happy."

Shen Mingchao smiled and said:

"It's a pity that the spiritual network is broken. I can no longer use the spiritual stone to contact them at any time like before. I can only wait until we meet again to tell them about this."

Sang Nian was a little surprised:

"Don't you know a spell like voice transmission over a thousand miles?"

Shen Mingchao said slowly:

"If you want to use Thousand Miles Sound Transmission, you need to know their location first."

"And the last time we met was one hundred and forty years ago."