So I'm the villain [Transmigration Book]

Under the setting sun, residual red is everywhere.Qin Yue fell down among the flowers, and the whole land was soaked in blood.

Suddenly, black devilish energy fell like snow, Qin Yue moved his fingers, and his right hand with only bones left made a fist, making a slight clicking sound.

The emperor gave him a look of hatred and regret, and finally returned to indifference.

"Farewell, we will see you in the next life."

He stopped looking at Qin Yue, and raised his hand to slash with a slash of spiritual power into a white blade, but he didn't hear the sound of the spiritual blade sinking into the flesh and blood, only heard another click.

The emperor still didn't look back: "It's very thoughtful to practice only with sword energy. But you should also know that this is nothing more than heresy. How can the light of fireflies compete with the sun and the moon?"

He felt that Qin Yue was still breathing, but he didn't hear him speak, only the creaking and creaking sounds, and the slight sound of blood dripping on the petals.

The emperor frowned slightly, and finally looked back.

The evening wind blew up the bloody petals, but it couldn't move the hem of Qin Yue's blood-soaked clothes.The wind was full of disgusting blood/smell/smell, but Qin Yue didn't notice it, he only used his broken hands to accumulate the last sword energy, held the spirit blade tightly, and let the bones be cut and creaked Ring, still did not let go.

"He's waiting for me." Qin Yue's voice was hoarse.

The emperor said lightly: "You can die first, don't worry, he will come to accompany you soon."

Qin Yue grinned: "That won't work."

The ground is broken, and the whole body is falling apart.But his eyes still blazed, never extinguished.

The more the emperor looked at those eyes, the more disgusted he felt: "Why did I choose you? This is really a mistake."

Qin Yue: "You can change people."

The emperor said coolly: "The ending has already been written, how can I change it? Alas, I just want to find someone to go through it again. Why is it so difficult?"

He looked at Qin Yue, and suddenly tilted his head: "It's impossible to change people, but I can dig out your eyes, and next time I start over, I'll also dig out that Qin Yue's eyes, what do you think?"

Qin Yue didn't speak, and the emperor smiled with satisfaction: "It's just as if you agreed!"

He flew over, but saw a gust of wind, Heixue dancing wildly in the wind, and a black robe flashed by, appearing in front of Qin Yue!

It was Shen Yi.

He stretched out his hand, and the devilish energy in the sky condensed into his palm, facing the emperor's casual blow.

There was a bang, and the trees in the garden were affected by the aftermath, and they all fell down in response.The pure white magnolia fell into the soil and was soon dyed crimson.

Shen Yi took a step back slightly, and stood with her hands back.

He still looks calm, but the heaving chest betrays him.

In such a short period of time, coming all the way from the Eastern Wasteland, and then fighting with the Heavenly Dao, not everyone can bear it.

The emperor didn't give him a chance to breathe, and made another move. Shen Yi looked at the silver light all over the sky, and gritted his teeth to meet him, but his heart was almost a little desperate.

In terms of cultivation, the Shen Yi at the peak of the Demon Dao is definitely better than the ruined spirit veins. Qin Yue, who has just figured out the method of sword qi, is much higher, but it is still not enough to look at in front of the Saint Realm.Although Shen Yi fought the emperor for a few tricks, he knew in his heart that defeat was only a matter of time.

It would be great if he could still use the magic sword method from last time, but unfortunately Qin Yue was already dying, his life was hanging by a thread, and it was impossible for him to have the strength to fight.

And his bony right hand, when Shen Yi thought of it, his heart ached, and he wished he could pounce on it and bite off a piece of the emperor's flesh.

Damn, Shen Yi said in his heart, even if he dies, he will drag this ghost to his back!

Just at this time, Qin Yue's hoarse smile came from behind him: "Ayi, can you do it?"

Hearing his voice, Shen Yi felt even worse. While retreating step by step under the attack of Heaven's Dao, she said angrily: "You have been arrogant for a lifetime, and you are so beautiful even if you die! Qin Yue, if you really dare to look like a ghost, you will die!" If you die like this, I will break up with you!"

"..." Qin Yue smiled wryly, "Farewell."

Shen Yi didn't want to admit that Qin Yue was going to die at all, he tried his best to divert his attention, used his broken right hand to make a fuss, and cursed in a trembling voice: "He said he wanted a peerless sword, he didn't even have a hand What's the use of a sword! Can it be used to chop vegetables!" Then he pulled out a small sword and threw it to him, "here, use it to chop vegetables!"

Looking at the corners of his red eyes, Qin Yue sighed inwardly.

He lost his spiritual power, and what he cared about most was Shen Yi.He couldn't hold the sword, and the most painful thing was Shen Yi.

Fortunately, they died together, so there is no need to make Shen Yi sad.

Thinking about it, Qin Yue held the child's toy-like sword with his left hand, and shook Shen Yi: "Okay, don't cry."

The jasper-like little sword shimmered in the setting sun, dazzled the emperor's eyes.

His heart skipped a beat: "Then there are words on it?"

"Why," Shen Yi said coldly, "Are you going to say that it was carved by you?"

The emperor backhanded him, pushed him aside, and walked towards Qin Yue: "Give it to me!"

An inexplicable irritability rose from the bottom of his heart, as if something beyond his control was about to be revealed.

But what is out of his control?He was born high above the nine heavens, overlooking the lives of all beings.Poor and bored to write the book, the characters obeyed, the only thing was that something went wrong with Qin Yue and Shen Yi in this life.

Qin Yue, Shen Yi——

The emperor's eyelids twitched, and he was about to grab the little sword: "Give it to me!!!"

The emperor's sudden nervousness made Qin Yue's heart skip a beat. He looked down and saw a few small characters written on the small sword: "The sword for the hero of the playboy Cultivation of Immortals".

Playboy's Cultivation of Immortals?hero?

Before Qin Yue had time to think about it, the emperor stretched out his hand to grab the hilt of the small sword with all his pressure - but he couldn't.

At that moment, a dazzing white light rose from the small sword, descending into the nether world with the momentum of opening up the sky and reaching the heavens!

The world returned to silence, and Qin Yue drifted in a trance in the white world, feeling that all pain had disappeared.

He looked down and saw his intact right hand, he couldn't help being taken aback.

The white mist dissipated slightly, revealing the gurgling stream. Qin Yue looked at the stream and saw that he was still wearing a snow-white robe and a golden crown, but he was not wearing a cloak.

After all, this body is so healthy.No, not just health—

Qin Yue felt something belatedly, and his pupils shrank slightly.

He stretched out his hand to hold it empty, and thousands of sword qi rose in his palm, covering the nine heavens and ten places, the sun, the moon and the stars.

saint realm.

Saint Realm!

After a while, Qin Yue came back to his senses and frowned slightly.

But no matter how many doubts he had, no one around could answer him, so he could only walk forward.

He rode through the clouds and fog in the vast expanse of whiteness, and shouted, "Shen Yi? Where are you?"

No one answered, only the sunset and the moon rising, 72 constellations twinkling in the night sky, forming a magnificent picture.

Fortunately, under the starlight, the white mist finally dissipated, allowing him to see clearly where it was.

There are thick clouds under his feet, and the vast starry sky above his head—it turns out to be above the nine heavens.

If it is a saint, it is normal to be able to ascend to the nine heavens.It's just that there is a heavenly palace in the nine heavens, so where is the heavenly palace?

Just as Qin Yue was thinking like this, he suddenly saw a palace and pavilions in front of him, with beautifully carved beams and painted buildings, it was the Heavenly Palace.

The melodious and melodious sound of the pipa came from the Tiangong, which became clearer and clearer in the silent nine heavens, and entered Qin Yue's ears.

Good at playing the pipa, and promoted to the realm of saints - there is only one such person in the millennium, and that is Sheng Yuan, the founding emperor of the Sheng Dynasty who ascended 800 years ago.

Qin Yue pondered and walked towards the Tiangong.

He stepped through the palace gate made of white jade, and saw a small emerald lake, presumably it was the inner lake in the palace.At the end of the lake, it hangs down like a waterfall, passes through layers of white clouds, and falls under the nine heavens.

Sitting by the lake, a man with sword eyebrows and star eyes, dressed in a crimson costume, was playing a pipa.And that pipa was the Sanskrit pipa that was later passed down as the treasure of the town.

In this way, this man is undoubtedly Sheng Yuan.Thinking about it, Qin Yue sat down beside him.

Sheng Yuan's facial features are heroic, tall and tall, but the pipa in his arms is petite and exquisite, and the sound of the pipa is even more graceful and moving, which seems a bit inconsistent.

Just at this moment, Sheng Yuan smiled and said, "He likes to listen to the pipa."

who?Qin Yue raised his eyebrows slightly, then he heard a voice beside him say: "Me."

The voice came from under the waterfall, Qin Yue looked down, and the people below also looked up at him.

The man was wearing a Shenwei Taoist robe, sitting on a small hill, leaning against the white tombstone beside him, looking at him expressionlessly.

Surrounding the hill was a black sea of ​​ruins - Qin Yue was very familiar with this scene, this was Penglai Island, and the tombstone next to the man was the sword mound of Taoist Xuanyuan.

In the past, Qin Yue only knew that the end of Guixu Sea was nothingness, but today he knows that the source of Guixu is actually in the Heavenly Palace above the nine heavens.

At this time, Sheng Yuan also lowered his head to look down, and said with a smile: "Xuanyuan, there is a newcomer in Tiangong, and you don't want to express it?"

Xuanyuan was expressionless: "I'm only in the Mahayana realm. After my fall, my soul guards Penglai Island, and I'm not from Tiangong, so what do I have to do with it?"

Sheng Yuan smiled and said: "Don't be like this, after all, you have listened to my pipa for so many years, and you are considered half of Tiangong."

Xuan Yuan looked at him: "What's the benefit of being a member of Tiangong?"

Sheng Yuan: "Is listening to me playing the pipa count as a benefit?"

Xuan Yuan: "Barely, barely."

Sheng Yuan then thought for a while, and said: "Look, you are alone in Penglai Island, and I am alone in Tiangong, why don't you come up..."

Seeing Xuan Yuan staring at him indifferently, he hurriedly changed his words: "...or I can go down."

Xuan Yuan was noncommittal, Sheng Yuan laughed.Halfway through the smile, I realized that there was someone beside me. I stopped smiling as if nothing had happened, and sighed calmly: "Oh, we are two old widows, it is not easy to find someone to accompany us. Unlike you young people-haha, I laughed !"

Qin Yue looked at him thoughtfully, but didn't speak.

Did Sheng Yuan and Xuan Yuan recognize each other?But one of these two people soared 900 years ago, and the other fell 300 years ago. How did they hook up?

Thinking of this, Qin Yue asked, "What year and month is it now?"

"There is no time in the Heavenly Palace." Sheng Yuan said, "But Xuan Yuan just fell not long ago."

That was 300 years ago, Qin Yue thought, he actually went back 300 years ago?

Qin Yue frowned: "Where are the others? Is there only senior in Tiangong?"

Sheng Yuan spread his hands: "The others? They're all dead."

Qin Yue was stunned: "Dead?"

"People say that you can live forever in the realm of saints, but they don't know that the so-called longevity means that the body falls into a deep sleep, and the soul lives with the heaven and the earth." Sheng Yuan pointed to the stars in the sky, "Well, that's them—in my opinion, they are actually the same as the heaven and the earth." Dead makes no difference."

Qin Yue looked up, and saw that the Heavenly Palace was as white as jade, and the light of 72 constellations rotated and sprinkled blue-purple brilliance.

After a while, Qin Yue said: "What about the Dao?"

"Naturally, it's also 'same life as heaven and earth'." Sheng Yuan blinked at Qin Yue.

An absurd feeling rose in Qin Yue's heart: "But - I saw someone pretending to be the way of heaven and disturbing the wind and rain in the world, don't you care?"

"Who?" Sheng Yuan asked strangely, "Who is pretending to be Heaven? Why didn't I see it?"

Qin Yue stared into his eyes, trying to judge whether what he said was true or false.Xuan Yuan of Nine Heavens said coldly: "Don't look, he is telling the truth."

"You've been around since 300 years, so I guess something went wrong during these 300 years." Xuan Yuan glanced at Qin Yue, "As for what went wrong, shouldn't you ask yourself?"

He didn't wait for Qin Yue's answer, and said indifferently: "Stop pretending to be innocent, Qin Yue. The Saint Realm has always acted recklessly with the right to life and death of all things. Hmph, there is no good thing."

Qin Yue, Sheng Yuan: ...

Qin Yue: "Zonglai?" Who has always killed Yunduo recklessly?

Sheng Yuan whispered: "He's talking about me. I was extremely bored in Tiangong back then. When I saw the young man Xuan Yuan go to Shenwei to seek Taoism, I couldn't help molesting him a bit... As a result, he would rather perish than ascend to Tiangong."

Qin Yue: ...

Sheng Yuan patted him on the shoulder: "He scolded you for nothing, I'm sorry, brother."

Qin Yue didn't speak, but his heart skipped a beat as he recalled what Xuan Yuan said.

Stop pretending to be innocent, Qin Yue.

The right to life and death, to act recklessly——

Finally, Qin Yue said: "I want to know what happened in these 300 years. Why did I go back 300 years ago?"

"Also, I want to find Shen Yi."

Sheng Yuan said: "I really can't help you, you can only check it yourself."

Qin Yue said in a low voice: "I'm afraid it's too late."

"It's too late, what's too late?" Sheng Yuan said with a smile, "After the Saint Realm, you will have more time than you can imagine, don't worry."

Qin Yue shook his head: "No, I'm afraid... I came 300 years ago, but he still stayed behind 300 years later to meet the enemy alone. I'm afraid his life is hanging by a thread."

"You also know that this was 300 years ago." Sheng Yuan said, "Nothing happened yet. Do you understand me? Nothing happened yet."

He pointed at Xinghe above his head, and made another booing gesture: "The thing that bothers you, called Heaven, or Destiny, hasn't appeared yet."

Qin Yue looked at him, seeming to realize something.

"You are a saint." Sheng Yuan said again, "If I leave, you will be the only 'living' saint in the nine heavens, and you are the only one in heaven and earth."

Qin Yue didn't have any feelings for Du Zun, he just wanted to live a carefree life with Shen Yi, so he didn't say anything.

Xuan Yuan said abruptly, "Emperor Dog, are you leaving?"

"..." Sheng Yuan looked at him helplessly, "Yes, are you happy?"

Xuan Yuan's expression was not happy, he pursed his lips: "Where are you going?"

"I've been in the Heavenly Palace for 600 years, and I'm really about to vomit. Saints can't go down to the mortal world at will, so I have to go to the sky to play with those old people." Sheng Yuan looked up at the starry sky and nodded seriously, "Look It looks pretty good, at least I can gather a table of poker friends, it should be more comfortable than in Tiangong."

Xuan Yuan didn't speak anymore, and escaped into the sword mound in a flash.

"Hey, I'm angry again." Sheng Yuan looked at Jianzhong and said with a smile.

Qin Yue still had blood and rain 300 years later in his mind, and more importantly, he was still very unfamiliar with his status as a saint, so he didn't make any comments on Sheng Yuan's choice, and only asked: "Would you like it now?" Do you want to go?"

"No." Sheng Yuan picked up the Sanskrit pipa beside him, turned around and walked towards the palace, "I still have something to tell you."

Qin Yue followed him, and saw him push open the heavy palace door, behind the door, precious light radiated everywhere, and the room was full of top-quality magic weapons.There are everything from knives, guns, swords and halberds to jade paperweights, and even pots and pans.

However, Sheng Yuan didn't stay in this hall for too long, he just put the Sanskrit pipa on the shelf, and said to Qin Yue: "These are the collections of the sages of the past. When I first came, they asked me to keep them carefully. Rihui will come to retrieve it—it’s all nonsense, and they’re all asleep in the sky.”

As Sheng Yuan said, he turned around and waved his hand generously at Qin Yue: "So you don't have to keep it anymore, these will be yours in the future, use them as you want, play as you want, as long as you are happy."

"..." Qin Yue, "OK."

He liked this attitude very much. Qin Yue couldn't laugh or cry, but also felt a little closer to Sheng Yuan.

At this time, Sheng Yuan looked solemn: "What I want to explain is another matter, this matter is very important, you must remember it."

Qin Yue also said seriously: "Okay. You say so."

Sheng Yuan took him out of the hall and came to a small courtyard.There is a large round flower bed in the yard, and two trees are planted in the flower bed.The fairy tree has a spirit, and there are faint blue spots of spiritual power flying all over it, and the white flowers against it are more and more crystal clear and flawless.

盛元郑重望着秦越：“我要交代的事便是，请你好好照料这两棵树。这可是我心爱的宝贝，来日我回来，若是发现他们枯萎了，别怪我揍你。”

Qin Yue was dumbfounded: "Didn't you just say that coming back in the future is all nonsense?"

Sheng Yuan: "They're talking nonsense, but what I'm saying must be true."

Qin Yue: ...

Qin Yue: "All right. I'll take care of it for you."

"Thank you very much." Sheng Yuan heaved a sigh of relief, laughed again, and introduced to Qin Yue one by one, "These two trees, one is called Xiaoyu, and the other is called Xiaofeng."

Qin Yue: ...

Qin Yue: "What's your name?"

Sheng Yuan repeated patiently: "Small jade, the jade of jade. Small wind, the wind of wind and rain."

Qin Yue was silent: "Why is it called this name?"

Sheng Yuan: "I'm not afraid of your jokes. When I was born, my parents named me Sheng Yu—it sounded like a girl, so I changed it myself later."

"As for Feng," Sheng Yuan coughed, "The one named Xuanyuan, his real name is Feng."

"..." Qin Yue, "You..."

Sheng Yuan interrupted him in a disguised way: "That's it brother! Then I'll go!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't delay at all, turned around and jumped down the waterfall for nine days, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

From then on, only Qin Yue was left in the Tiangong.He looked around for traces of Shen Yi, for traces of that heavenly way, and even for traces of countless companions back then, but found nothing.

The saint's hands and eyes are open to the sky, as long as he exists in the world, it is impossible to escape his eyes.Unless, they don't exist.

Qin Yue understood in his heart that gradually, he was no longer so eager to search.

After all, he can't escape from his grasp, Qin Yue thought lightly.

At this time, 900 years have passed, and there has been no collapse of the prosperous dynasty or chaos in the world.

However, countless times he woke up in the Divine Firmament Palace, and when he looked up and saw the 72 constellations covered with glowing nights, a person's voice and smile appeared in front of his eyes.

But the saint's heart is as ruthless as the Dao, he even forgot the name of that person.

And he—who was he himself?

The sage walks alone in the nine heavens, sitting and forgetting himself, inhaling the wind and drinking the dew, coming and going without a trace.

No one could make him stop for a while, until that day when he was walking by the Guixu River, a Qingyue voice with a smile came from behind him: "The sage is well."

He looked back, only to see that it was a little demon cultivator in black robes.

The little Moxiu's body was submerged in the sea of ​​returning to the ruins, only his head was exposed, a pair of beautiful red phoenix eyes looked at him, and his figure was reflected in the eyes.

That figure was dressed in a white robe and a golden crown, with straight and indifferent eyebrows.

This is a saint, Xiao Moxiu thought to himself.

Be it spiritual cultivators, sword cultivators, or even demon cultivators, when they hear the name of a saint, they all fear and worship him.

But Xiao Moxiu was not afraid of him for some reason, and even had the audacity to think——

He is so good looking.However, something was missing.

Little Moxiu looked at him frankly for a moment, his eyes fixed on the saint's indifferent eyes.

Yes, the eyes lacked a little sparkle.

The saint is so pitiful, Xiao Moxiu thought, no one talks to him on weekdays, he must feel very lonely and cold.

Thinking of this, Xiao Moxiu smiled and said, "Is the sage short of friends? I want to be friends with the sage, can I?"

These words can be regarded as shocking—a humble and shady little devil who grew up in the sea of ​​returning to the ruins wants to be friends with a saint.

But what is even more shocking is that the saint was not angry, and even looked down at him, and said slowly: "Your name?"

Xiao Moxiu blinked: "My name is Shen Yi."

Shen Yi, there was a little ripple in the saint's eyes, but it was finally silent.

The name might seem familiar, but 900 years is too long, too long.

The saint didn't look at Shen Yi any more, but walked up the Guixu Sea all the way.

Shen Yi floated swiftly in the sea, and smiled at the saint: "What does the saint come to Guixu for? This is a place of nothingness, a place where filth gathers in the world, and of course, it is also a place where demon cultivation grows."

It is impossible for the sage Gao Jie to like this kind of place, Shen Yi thought about it, and asked tentatively: "Could it be that the sage is here to find someone?"

Find someone?Yes, a long time ago, he did come to Guixu to find someone.

He has forgotten who he was looking for, and only knows that he has not found it.

Forget it, the saint thought lightly.

But Shen Yi's words did make him a little bit stunned - yes, why does he like to come to Guixu?There are so many beautiful places in the world for him to walk and play, why does he like Laigui?

Shen suggested that the sage ignored him and was not angry.That's a saint, and it doesn't matter if you are arrogant.

Shen Yi thought about it, regardless of whether the saint was listening or not, he simply said to himself: "I was born in the demonic energy of Guixu. Although I was born with a demonic body, I have the lowest bloodline. Many people look down on me, I Just practice hard, I want them to look up to me and praise me," Shen Yi said, glanced at the saint quietly, and said with a smile, "just like they do to the saint."

The sage looked down at him, and Shen Yi met his gaze without fear: "If I say this, the sage won't be angry, right?"

The sage looked at his smiling Danfeng eyes, the radiance in those eyes was so beautiful.

"You don't look like someone from the ruins." The saint finally spoke.

Shen Yi was very happy: "Really? Then where do I look like?"

Like a man in heaven.The sage thought, those eyes were like the 72 constellations in the nine heavens, full of temptation, seduction, and mystery.

But he knew something was wrong and didn't say it.

Shen Yi has gradually gotten used to the saint's reticence: "They all say that I look like a cultivator. Although this is actually a curse among demon cultivators, I am still a little happy."

The saint spoke again: "Why."

"Does it need to be said that ascetics have parents and friends, so they don't have to fight each other to survive; when they have enough cultivation, they can ascend like saints. They are born to stand upright in the sun and receive the blessings of heaven." Shen Yiyue Said in a lower voice, eventually lowering her eyelashes, "Not like I am now."

He is sad, said the saint.

The saint looked at the thin figure in the black Guixu Sea, and saw his slender and white fingers resting on the rocks on the shore, right at his feet.

Somehow, the saint made an action that he didn't expect.

He squatted down, Ren Xuebai's robe was soaked in dirty black water, and stretched out his hand to Shen Yi.

Shen Yi was stunned, and looked up at him in disbelief.

"There is no way of heaven in this world, let alone favor." The saint brushed the dirt off his face with his hand, and said lightly, "Everything is up to you to fight for."

Faint tears appeared in Shen Yi's eyes, making him even more dazzling.

The saint looked at him, and suddenly said: "Also, I am not a monk."

As soon as the words fell, he himself froze.

I am not a monk?So how did I ascend?

900 years ago--

Chaos flashed through the saint's mind, and he frowned involuntarily.

Shen Yi really wanted to ask what this meant, but seeing the sage frowning, he suddenly stopped talking.

This matter seemed to bother him a lot, Shen Yi was keenly aware of it, and thoughtfully didn't ask any further.

The two of them didn't speak for a moment, the sage was deep in thought, Shen Yi didn't feel bored, and waited patiently for him.

The sea of ​​Guixu was gurgling by, and several demon cultivators appeared in the distance. Seeing the scene here, they couldn't believe it at first, but after confirming that it was a saint, they became panicked.

The saint usually does not interfere in the affairs of the mortal world, and has never suppressed Moxiu, but he has never said that he does not hate Moxiu.

After all, Demon Cultivator was born in evil thoughts and filth, and his birth is original sin, and he has never been truly accepted by the world.

Shen Yi also saw the group of people.He likes to stay with the saint, but he also understands that the saint cannot stay here forever, and he will return to his heavenly palace after all.

If things got worse, Shen Yi urged: "The sage should go."

The saint came back to his senses, saw the group of demon cultivators, and understood Shen Yi's concerns.

He looked at Shen Yi, and Shen Yi hid the reluctance in his eyes, and smiled at him: "I hope the saint will not forget me, come to Guixu next time to play with me."

The saint said slowly: "I'm leaving, what about you."

Shen Yi was taken aback: "Me? I will continue to live my usual life."

The sage stared fixedly at him, and did another unexpected thing.

He stretched out his hand to Shen Yi again: "Do you want to go to the Heavenly Palace with me?"

Shen Yi's body trembled slightly, and he carefully put his hand on the saint's hand.

"I think."

Then he saw the saint showing a faint smile, and a smile appeared in those indifferent eyes, which looked like a cluster of small flames.

At that moment, he felt that the saint came alive.

The next moment, the sage held his hand tightly and pulled him up from the sea of ​​returning to the ruins!

The saint's snow-white long sleeves wrapped his drenched black robe, and the two of them pressed against each other through the thin clothes. Shen Yi didn't know what to feel, and his earlobes suddenly turned red.

The saint looked down at him and seemed to smile again.

"Hold on to me," he said.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Yi only felt that he was soaring into the sky, going up the long Guixu Sea, and passing the land of Shenzhou all the way——

He saw the green hill standing among the rice paddies, it was Shenwei Mountain.

He saw snow-white waves in the mighty sea, it was the Eastern Wilderness Sea.

He looked at thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally his feet lightened and landed on the clouds.

He looked up and saw the majestic Heavenly Palace.

Shen Yi came back to his senses for a while, and asked uncertainly, "I... will live here from now on?"

The saint pulled him into the temple door: "Do you like it?"

Shen Yi smiled: "I like it."

Like nature is like, who doesn't like to reach the sky in one step?

But he didn't do anything, he just got the favor of the saint, is he really qualified to live in the heavenly palace?

I heard that the people who lived here were all from the Saint Realm.

What can he do?After all, the sage himself said that everything must be won by oneself.

Shen Yi was a little uneasy, but looked at the saint, but didn't say anything after all.

This is the Heavenly Palace, this is the Saint.

Even if it doesn't last long, it's enough for a while.

When I become a demon king in the future, and when I also advance to the saint realm, I will definitely come to the saint again!

At that time, we can be together dignifiedly!

In this way, Shen Yi started his life in the Heavenly Palace.Day after day, he listened to the saint tell about the origin of the magic weapon in the palace, counted the stars in the sky beside the saint, and watered the two flower trees in the yard with the saint.

In the rest of the time, the sage liked to hear him tell stories—stories about the sage himself.

Shen Yi once felt that the saint was very shameless, so he liked to listen to his flattery.But seeing the sage listening carefully, Shen Yi suddenly felt that the sage was not listening to flattery, but that he really forgot his past.

So Shen Yi settled down and said eloquently:

"You were born in the Qin family in the imperial capital, and your real name is Qin Yue, but the world often calls you Daoist Qin."

"You first practiced talismans in Shenwei, and then you switched to swordsmanship. Sect Master Shenwei discovered you and kicked you out of the sect."

The saint interrupted him: "Sect Master Shenwei hates sword repair?"

"Yes. As for why—" Shen Yi gradually frowned, "I don't know."

The saint nodded to signal him to continue, Shen Yi then said: "Later, you traveled around the world, and you got the Xuanyuan sword in Penglai, Donghuang, the secret realm of Taoist Xuanyuan."

Saint: "No, I never got the Xuanyuan Sword."

Shen Yi showed a puzzled look, and continued: "Then, you went to the Jiange Pavilion in the Snow Mountain, practiced all the way to the state of transforming gods, and defeated a powerful enemy in the Great War of the Eastern Desolation. From then on, you inherited the position of the Pavilion Master of the Jiange Pavilion and became famous all over the world. .”

Without waiting for the sage to ask again, Shen Yi wondered himself: "But who is the strong enemy? What is the so-called 'natural' ascension?"

The saint looked at Shen Yi: "Didn't you notice the loophole in the rumor?"

Shen Yi shook his head blankly: "No. And as far as I know, no one thinks there is any loophole."

The sage muses: "Obviously, a lot has been overlooked."

Shen Yi: "The sage himself doesn't remember?"

The saint nodded frankly: "Yes."

Shen Yi suddenly felt sorry for him, and comforted him with a smile: "It's nothing, I can always remember, don't worry."

His smile is the best medicine, as long as he smiles, I have nothing to worry about, the saint thought.

He knew it was not good, but he still let himself indulge in it, took him around to play, and saw strange people from all over the world.

Like the dying black dragon.When I saw him in the desert that morning, he seemed to have gone through a fierce battle, dripping with blood, and struggling to breathe.

When he saw the sage, a light flashed in his eyes, he reluctantly took out a dragon egg, and asked the sage to take care of it.

"This is the last bloodline of my dragon clan." The black dragon said with difficulty, "Please ask the saint to uphold the virtue of life and save her life."

The saint didn't speak, but Shen Yi said: "The last bloodline? Then even if she survives, she must be very lonely."

The loneliness without companions, the loneliness of being in nothingness, Shen Yi has lived in the ruins for a long time, and has already understood how painful it is.

But the black dragon said: "Then, please tell her for me, Mr. Xiao, the hope of the Dragon Clan rests on her, and we are proud of her."

Shen Yi thought to himself whether I can live to that time is a problem, but the saint nodded: "Okay."

So Shen Yi took the dragon egg and buried the dead black dragon in the desert.

When they returned to the Heavenly Palace, Shen Yi put her under the two sacred trees, and only waited for her to absorb enough spiritual power before breaking out of her shell.

——Unexpectedly, he really didn't live until the day when the dragon egg broke its shell.

Disasters accumulated day by day, and came suddenly on that day——Shen Yi lived in the Heavenly Palace with a meager cultivation base, and her body was already overwhelmed. When she was watering the sacred tree and dragon eggs, she suddenly passed out.

The sage led him all the way away from the Heavenly Palace and arrived at the seaside of Guixu, only then did Shen Yi slowly wake up.

"Am I dying?" he laughed.

The saint didn't speak, just hugged him tightly.

Shen Yi comforted him: "It's okay, I'm already very satisfied to be able to accompany the saint for so many days."

"Shut up." The saint gasped slightly, "Shen Yi."

Shen Yi was surprised, this was the first time he saw the saint lose his composure.

"I will save you." The sage said with a sullen face, "The sage can change his life and go back in time, do you know? I will save you, and I can save you, Shen Yi."

Shen Yi smiled wryly: "Do it all over again? So what, you are a saint, but I am not. The world is different, and it will end like this. No matter how many times you do it again, it cannot be changed."

The saint was silent for a moment: "As long as you are given time, you will be promoted to the saint realm. Shen Yi, I believe in you."

Shen Yi's eyes were soft: "Thank you."

The sage didn't speak anymore, he was thinking about how to give Shen Yi time.

If it was simply going back in time, he was worried that Shen Yi would have an accident and fall prematurely.

Suddenly, the saint had a flash of inspiration——

Then let him stay by his side all the time, they practice together and ascend together——

No one can hurt Shen Yi, because he will always protect him.

The saint made up his mind, lowered his eyes and asked Shen Yi: "You like to practice Taoism, don't you?"

Shen Yi smiled softly: "Yes."

The saint hesitated for a moment: "But you are born with a demon body, and you are more likely to ascend if you cultivate the demon."

"Then cultivate the Tao first, and then the devil." Shen Yi didn't care.

The saint pondered, nodded slowly: "I will arrange it."

Shen Yi looked at him, but suddenly said: "Why is the saint so kind to me?"

Yeah, why?

Because of a look back at the Guixu River, or because of the lingering thousands of times before that?

The saint couldn't speak, he could only hear his own heart beating and a flame burning in his chest.

However, Shen Yi seemed to understand something, his eyes shone slightly, and then became pale due to the injury.

But he still smiled: "Then, goodbye Saint."

"The saint has saved me so many times, next time we meet, it will be my turn to save the saint."

"Okay." The saint said, "Next time you see me, remember to call me by my name."

Shen Yi was silent: "... Qin, Yue?"

The sage moved his fingers slightly, feeling that he was gradually waking up, and his soul regained its warmth.

"That's right," the saint smiled slightly, "My name is Qin Yue."

With the four eyes facing each other, the mountains and rivers of the Nine Heavens collapsed, and the mighty time flowed back quickly, back to 600 years ago.

At that time, the Qin family gave birth to a baby under the eyes of everyone, and at the same time, in another world, a baby was