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

Liuliyue pursed her lips and asked hesitantly:

"Could it be——"

"Shen Mingchao!"

At the door, a figure hurried in, bringing with it a fresh sea breeze.

She stood in the room with her hands on her hips, and raised her chin to Shen Mingchao:

"You never thought I'd be fine. I'm back."

"boom--"

The porcelain bowl fell to the ground and broke into pieces. The black liquid splashed onto her skirt, leaving a glaring mark.

The young man got out of bed, stumbled over to her, and stared at her blankly.

Sang Nian: "What? Are you so happy that you are stupid? Or are you afraid that this is an illusion?"

The young man's eyes suddenly turned red.

Sang Nian smelled a salty smell that was completely different from the sea breeze and said hesitantly:

"You—crying?"

So, the mature and steady Xiaoyao Sect's senior brother wiped his eyes and said stubbornly:

"I do not have."

Sang Nian teased him deliberately:

"Crybaby."

Shen Mingchao laughed again and reached out to hug her:

"Xiao Sang, I..."

Another person walked in from the door, his long shadow slanted in the sunlight and fell right between the two of them.

Shen Mingchao looked at the strange young man, his hands paused in the air:

"Who is this?"

Sang Nian introduced:

"Fellow Daoist Yu Du, I met him in Guixu. He is a medical practitioner with excellent medical skills."

Shen Mingchao looked at the so-called Fellow Daoist Yu and slowly withdrew his hand.

He said, “I see.”

Liuliyue stepped forward and said in surprise:

"Where's the scar on your face?"

Sang Nian: "What?"

Liuliyue pinched her face:

"this."

The dark brown mark on the girl's face that looked like tree bark disappeared without a trace at some point.

The skin is fair and smooth.

As I had judged before, she was indeed a beauty.

Sang Nian reacted belatedly:

"Oh yeah, it's gone."

Could it be the bowl of medicine that Yu Du gave me?

"But where have you been these days?" Liuliyue asked again, "We have searched all over Penglai, but there is no trace of you."

Sang Nian said with great joy:

"The legend is true. The whirlpool under the sea is connected to Guixu. I was swept there."

Liuliyue was shocked: "Guixu? The legendary kingdom of the dead?!"

Sang Nian: "Yeah, we only stayed in there for eight or nine hours, but nine days had passed outside."

"It must have been very difficult for you to find me?" she said, "Thank you for your help."

Liuliyue waved her hand: "We are not suffering. The ones who are suffering are——"

She pointed at Shen Mingchao:

"It's you, Senior Brother Shen."

Sang Nian was about to thank Shen Mingchao when Shen Mingchao spoke in a calm voice:

"I'm glad you're back. You were frightened. Go and rest."

Sang Nian: "I don't..."

Shen Mingchao looked straight at the young man who had been silent all the time:

"I have something to ask this Daoist friend Yu."

It turned out that the purpose was to get people away.

Sang Nian had no choice but to change his words:

"That's fine."

She walked out of the room with Liuliyue.

Shen Mingchao waved.

The door closed automatically.

Even the divine consciousness is difficult to detect.

"What will they talk about?" Liu Liyue was curious, "I always feel that Fellow Daoist Yu and Shen Mingchao know each other."

Sang Nian didn't answer, but thought of something and asked:

"Fellow Daoist Liuli, do you know where the Qianchen Flower is?"

"Past Flower?" Liuliyue was puzzled. "That thing is very rare. Why are you looking for it?"

Sang Nian said:

"I forgot something and I want to remember it."

"I see," Liuliyue thought for a moment, "According to the records, there are several flowers of the past growing to the east of Penglai Island."

"It's probably next to a waterfall, but you have to wait until it rains to pick it, otherwise it will lose its medicinal properties."

Sang Nian breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

"Why should I be so polite?"

Liuliyue Road:

"Thanks to your assistance, my Lingxiao Sect was able to successfully survive this disaster. I should be the one thanking you."

Sang Nian remembered something and asked:

"Who killed the dragon in the end? A passerby?"

"What passerby?" Liuliyue glanced around and said in a low voice with lingering fear, "It's the Demon Lord."

Sang Nian was stunned.

Liuliyue said in an exaggerated tone:

"It was a critical moment. Xiao Jing was about to collapse, and suddenly, the Demon Lord appeared."

"He just waved his hand, and the dragon disappeared, even its body was burned to ashes."

"It's a pity you didn't see it. The sky was full of ashes, just like--"

"It snowed black."

Sang Nian thought thoughtfully: "He is really amazing."

"Yes."

Liuliyue sighed, lowering her voice even lower:

"In fact, this Demon Lord was once a disciple of the Immortal Sect."

Sang Nian: "Hmm?"

"I attended the same gathering of heroes with him. He and six other people won first place in that gathering."

Liuliyue Road:

"Come to think of it, your name is the same as one of them."

"However, when I first met her, her name was Leng Bingning Aiyu Meng Cuishuang. Very weird name, right? She made it up to trick me."

Sang Nian was strangely silent for two seconds, then smiled awkwardly and brought the topic back:

"Is the Demon Lord called...Xie Chenzhou?"

Liuliyue quickly pulled her sleeve:

"Don't call him by his full name. I heard that he will be sensitive if you call him by his name. If you say anything bad about him, he might come after you."

How come it's like an urban legend?

Sang Nian burst out laughing.

in the house.

The golden sunlight filtered through the window paper and turned into a lifeless paleness.

Shen Mingchao looked at the young man in front of him:

"I wonder which sect or school you are from? Why have I never seen you before?"

Xie Chenzhou said: "I have no sect or school, I am just an independent cultivator."

Shen Mingchao asked: "How did you and my junior sister meet?"

Xie Chenzhou said: "It's fate."

Hearing this, Shen Mingchao looked at him for a while, and suddenly laughed:

"Xie Chenzhou, do you really have to keep pretending with me?"

Xie Chenzhou was silent for a few seconds:

"I am Yu Du."

Shen Mingchao sneered:

"What a great doctor Yu Du is. Three hundred years ago, he appeared in Qingzhou City and treated Sang Nian, the sister of the city lord. Three hundred years later, he appeared in Penglai Island and treated my junior sister Sang Nian."

"You showed up at a very fortuitous time, always staying close to people with the surname Sang."

Xie Chenzhou glanced outside the door and said, "Don't tell her."

"Why?" Shen Mingchao asked, "Because you feel guilty?"

Xie Chenzhou lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Shen Mingchao suddenly grabbed his collar:

"Is your mouth meant only for eating?"

"Why don't you say this or that?" He raised his voice a little, "Why don't you explain? You didn't kill Sang Nian. She committed suicide. She would have died a long time ago."

"Why didn't you explain anything from the beginning to the end? Even one sentence would be fine."

At the end, his voice was choked with barely perceptible sobs:

"Is it a good thing for you to be happy if we misunderstand you and hate you?"

Xie Chenzhou's face showed no sadness or joy:

"She committed suicide because of me."

"..."

Shen Mingchao's voice became much quieter:

"Xie Chenzhou, are you——"

"You never considered us friends."

Xie Chenzhou's lips were pursed into a straight line.

Shen Mingchao's eyes were filled with complex expressions, like tiredness and sadness:

"One of my good friends died. It was another good friend who killed him. I was caught in the middle. I hated him for three hundred years and forced myself to forget everything about his past. Only hatred remained."

"Now, I suddenly know that he is innocent."

"What does my three hundred years of hatred mean?"