Dressed as the villain in the finale

The stars are shining brightly, the night market is brightly lit, people are coming and going, and there is a fresh breath in the air. Fu Yan's heavy heart can't help but relax. In the few months in this world, he seems to have never felt like this. time to relax.

After eating wontons, Fu Yan walked slowly along the noisy night market. For some reason, looking at everything around him, he always had a very familiar feeling, as if he had been here before, and everything was too familiar .

This feeling was especially profound when passing by a noodle maker stand. Among the colorful and colorful dough people, Fu Yan unexpectedly saw a noodle maker who looked like himself, and he couldn't help but stop with his eyes wide open.

It just so happened that the owner of this noodle stall was short of a kind of paint and had just rushed home to pick up something. Now his father was here to help look after the stall. Seeing the man in black standing in front of his stall and staring at the noodle stall, the old man couldn't help but He smiled and asked aloud: "Which one is the young master looking at?"

Fu Yan stretched out his finger and pointed to the masked man who was quite similar to him, raised his head and asked the old man in front of him: "Excuse me, old man, who is this person...?"

Seeing Fu Yan pointing at a white-clothed young man's doughnut, the old man picked it up and handed it to Fu Yan. He smiled and explained, "Young master has a vision, this is the best doughnut we sell here."

Just when Fu Yan's finger was about to touch the face man, he suddenly heard the boss say: "This man is Fu Yanshu, the immortal of Tianque Sect."

Hearing this familiar name, Fu Yan's fingertips moved slightly, and he suddenly withdrew his hand, but did not take the face man. He asked the boss in surprise, "Have you seen him?"

This feeling is very strange. Fu Yan never thought that one day he would hear the name "Fu Yanshu" from an NPC. It was difficult for him to completely keep himself out of the matter.

The boss didn't care about the behavior of Fu Yan withdrawing his hand. Instead, he seemed to recall some good things, and said to Fu Yan with bright eyes: "I am fortunate to have a relationship with a fairy once."

Fu Yan felt a little strange. After all, this old man didn't look like a big shot. Fu Yan wanted to hear what kind of person Fu Yanshu he was talking about, whether he was really as devoid of conscience as in the novel, or something else. There is something hidden.

Fu Yan said with some expectation: "I don't know, what kind of person is he?"

The old man slowly raised his head to look at the bright starry sky, with a smile on his lips, and slowly said to Fu Yan: "I was only twelve or thirteen years old at that time, and I set up a noodle stall with my father. One late night, the night market was full of noise, just like today."

As he spoke, the old man's legs and feet trembled slightly, and he slowly sat down on the stool. His eyes lit up, as if he was recalling some happy memory, "But after the fairy appeared, everyone immediately stopped talking. That kind of scene has been lived for so many years. It was also the first time we met, and at that time we felt that even a single word from our mouths was a blasphemy against the immortal."

Fu Yan was a little embarrassed. He felt that what the old man said was too exaggerated. How can there be such a person?Besides, Fu Yanshu is not the protagonist, so how could that be... Fu Yan couldn't find the right words to describe his inner thoughts.

The old man didn't notice Fu Yan's strangeness. He continued: "The fairy seems to walk with light. Wherever he goes, people can't take their eyes off him. He is dressed in white, and the wind is like the moon. His immortal aura makes people want to bow their heads to him, and the immortal's smile is like a spring breeze blowing on his face, refreshing and purifying the soul."

Although Fu Yanshu is now Fu Yanshu, he doesn't think it's that exaggerated, but it's true that Fu Yanshu looks good, at least in appearance, even the hero Jiang Shubai can't match him.

Seeing that Fu Yan seemed a little disbelieving, the old man explained vividly: "I have met many immortal cultivators in Qingfeng Town for decades, but this is the first time I have seen such an immortal cultivator who looks like a banished immortal. Those who don't know think that He has already achieved a positive result, and he has come to the world of immortals."

After listening to the old man flattering Fu Yanshu for a long time, Fu Yan asked a little puzzled: "Then how did you know his identity?"

Speaking of this, the old man's face changed slightly, and he seemed to be reluctant to recall, "Ah? This," his tone suddenly became a little unhappy, "because at that time he was accompanied by a handsome man with a cold face and black clothes, saying That man's appearance is not inferior, but unfortunately his face is indifferent, there is no smile, and there is a sense of inhumanity, which makes people feel afraid."

Fu Yan wondered why the old man didn't want to mention it, he secretly guessed the identity of this person in his heart, could it be Song Huai?But the description of Song Huai in the book does not seem to be "cold face and black clothes".

Fu Yan was a little uncertain, could it be that there was someone else?

The old man didn't know what Fu Yan was thinking, so he continued on his own: "That man always called the immortal by the taboo name 'Fu Yanshu'. Only then did people know that the immortal was Fu Yan, the eldest disciple of the Tianque Sect. special."

"The cold-faced black-clothed man?" Fu Yan couldn't stop muttering, always feeling a little familiar. The one who dared to call Fu Yanshu's name must not be the male protagonist Jiang Shubai. He thought that person was Song Huai before, but always Something feels wrong.

Song Huai seemed to only call Fu Yanshu "the Lord" all along. With his identity, it was impossible to call Fu Yanshu by his first name, so who would that person be?Someone outside the plot of the novel?

Looking at the stall owner in front of him who seemed to be five or sixty years old, then he should have been four or fifty years ago when he was twelve or thirteen years old, when Fu Yanshu had already become the Lord of the Demon Realm.

The person who can appear by his side in a fair and honest manner should not be someone from the world of cultivating immortals, so who is this person?Or, just an insignificant person?

Fu Yan asked the old man curiously: "Do you know the name of that man in black?"

The old man shook his head and said helplessly, "I've never heard an immortal call his name, and I don't know what his name is."

"Oh!" Fu Yan was a little disappointed. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Fortunately, he no longer entangled with this person's identity. After all, he didn't have so much thought about entangled with an unknown person now.

Now Fu Yan wanted to know what happened in the following story, so he anxiously asked the person in front of him, "Then what happened next?"

The old man fiddled with the dough figurines on the table while talking, "Later, the fairy lived in Qingfeng for a few days, and one night that cold-faced man came alone and asked my father to make him a fairy. Father has never forgotten the appearance of the immortal, so he quickly made a doughnut, and the next day he heard that the immortal left Qingfeng Town with that person."

Hearing the old man's answer, Fu Yan was puzzled. It seemed that it was not normal for Fu Yanshu to come to the junction of the fairy world and the human world in his capacity at that time. He asked curiously: "Then do you know how many times they were in the town?" What did you do all day?"

The old man looked at Fu Yan in embarrassment, spread his hands and said helplessly: "The guest officer is joking, how can I, a mortal, know this? But it seems that they came for a fairy artifact according to the rumors. As for what? Is it true? ? I don't know."

Seeing that the old man had said so much, Fu Yan was still going to buy one. After all, he couldn't listen to the story for a long time. He pointed to the dough man that he hadn't picked up just now and said, "I want one, wrap it up for me." .”

The old man wrapped the dough in kraft paper, and he handed it to Fu Yan gently, as if he was handing something valuable, "Guest officer, take it."

Seeing that Fu Yan was about to leave, the old man smiled and said: "Guest officer, please go slowly."

Fu Yan took the things and was about to leave the noodle stall and go to other places to see what they all knew about Fu Yanshu, but the people on the street looked young and didn't encounter anything Elderly people.

For what happened four or fifty years ago, Fu Yan thought that those young people hadn't been born yet, so naturally he didn't know.

Just when Fu Yan lowered his head to think, he accidentally bumped into a person without looking at the road, and he subconsciously apologized to the other person: "Sorry."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he continued to walk forward. Unexpectedly, he had just taken two steps when he heard a cold voice behind him, "Stop!"

Fu Yan thought that he bumped into someone with a bad temper, and was going to apologize again and settle the matter. After all, he is not as good as a mortal now, and Jiang Shubai is no longer around. If he really provokes someone, he should restrain himself.

Fu Yan turned around and saw the man wearing a mask of ghost fangs standing two or three steps away from Fu Yan. He was wearing a silver-white brocade robe, and his clothes were shining brightly under the moonlight. Behind him stood two A man in black seems to be a guard or something.

Under this posture, Fu Yan can't easily cause trouble. He wanted to calm down the matter quickly, but just before Fu Yan opened his mouth to apologize again, the man suddenly waved his hand, and the mask on Fu Yan's face was suddenly untied by a force. It fell straight to the ground.

Fu Yan didn't expect him to do this, he stared blankly at that person, and the people walking around couldn't help but stop and look at Fu Yan after seeing Fu Yan's true appearance.

Fu Yan quickly lowered his head, and just as he lowered his body to pick up his mask, the man on the opposite side suddenly rushed over. He held Fu Yan's arm tightly, and the pair of eyes exposed in the mask seemed to contain some heavy feelings generally.

His dark eyes were fixed on Fu Yan, as if he hadn't seen Fu Yan for a long time, and he seemed to be looking at a stranger.

Fu Yan was in pain from being caught by him, and said helplessly: "We knew each other before? Can you please let me go first?"

The man seemed a little uncertain, and he said tremblingly, "My lord?" with a hint of uncertainty.

Then he suddenly grabbed Fu Yan's right hand to check. Seeing that Fu Yan had no cultivation, he was a little shocked and said, "Lin Qi? You're still alive?"

"Ah?" Fu Yan couldn't figure out what happened in an instant. He stared blankly at the person in front of him. Fu Yan had just heard him say the word "Honorable Lord". He seemed to be someone from the demon world, but Who is this Lin Qi?

And from the tone of the person in front of him, it seems that he is very sure that he is Lin Qi and not Fu Yanshu, so how did he conclude that he should be testing his own cultivation just now, and he can conclude that he is not Fu Yan just because of his lack of cultivation? special?

The more Fu Yan thought about it, the more confused he became. Fortunately, the other party was wearing a mask, so Fu Yan could ask vaguely, "Who are you? We knew each other before?"

Hearing what Fu Yan said, the man in front of him snorted softly, his voice was instantly gloomy, and he threatened Fu Yan coldly: "Lin Qi, have you forgotten your identity!"