I’m Always the Villain

As the second disciple of the suzerain, Fan Lu's room can be described as abject.

Although not reduced to living with outer sect disciples, it is almost the same, and it is not even as good as the living environment of outer sect disciples.

Liyuanju is a place that has long been abandoned. The spiritual energy of this place has long been exhausted, let alone spiritual grass, even weeds cannot grow.

On the bare mountain tops, even the crows refused to fall, extremely cold and lonely.

Liyuanju is not small, but there are not many places where people can live. Because the aura is depleted, even the wood will weather and corrode quickly after it is installed.

No matter how it is decorated, it will become dilapidated in three or five days.

Sang Jiuchi stepped on the barren land, the soil under his feet was extremely hard, and there was a slight smell of rancidity.

He was a little annoyed in his heart, strode to Fan Lu's room, and pushed open the closed door.

Because the force was too heavy, the crumbling hollow door was immediately overwhelmed and fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The less lifeless the place, the easier it is to accumulate ash, not to mention that Fan Lu entered the Lian volcano a few months ago. No one has lived here for several months, and the already dilapidated place is even more dilapidated.

Sang Jiuchi applied a dust-removing trick to it, and the dust that had been flying immediately disappeared.

Entering the room through the rotten door that fell on the ground, there is only a cold bed, a round table and two wooden stools in the narrow and cramped room, and there is no other furniture.

In the room, you can see the bottom at a glance, and everything is at a glance.

Fan Lu had no extras, only a few vestments on the bedside.

Sang Jiuchi walked over, put Fan Lu's vestment in the storage bag, and looked around again.

He probably knew what was going on.

The original owner was obsessed with cultivation, and he didn't care about the other two disciples except for the third disciple.

Except for one or two pointers when they advanced, they also practiced like ordinary inner disciples at other times, and there was no special treatment.

Since the extinction of the Demon Race, the four types of monks have also had peaceful coexistence for a period of time.

But in the end, the Tao is different, and the immortals, demons, demons, and ghosts have parted ways. Among them, the contradiction between the immortal cultivator and the magic cultivator is the most serious.

The second apprentice was rescued by the original owner from the demon cultivator, and with the demonic energy that spilled out later, it seems that he was once a demon cultivator.

A pseudo-magic cultivator exuding demonic energy stayed in the largest immortal gate, and his experience could be imagined.

The original owner also noticed this problem, and in order to prevent Fan Lu from leaving behind demons when he advanced, he brought him to the refining volcano.

It's just that the original owner has never been good at speaking and did not explain the reason to Fan Lu. That trip to refining the volcano not only did not make Fan Lu reborn, but instead made him fall into the abyss of demon cultivation.

Sang Jiuchi sighed.

Therefore, misunderstanding is the biggest obstacle to emotional communication. No matter how hard you work and seek good, but you neither let the other party know nor explain the misunderstanding, to the other party it is like a fishbone in the heart.

It hurts every day without pulling it out. Over time, it was just a small wound that was inflamed and festered, and it was no longer able to recover.

Everyone is a different individual, and everyone has a different mind.

If you don't express your reasons to the other party clearly, do you still hope that the two of you can communicate with each other and send clear signals with just one look and gesture?

Then what languages ​​and characters do human beings learn?

It's all about the eyes.

Sang Jiuchi pulled back his thoughts and continued his speculation.

No matter how talented Fan Lu was, he was only 22 years old now, and his cultivation was only at the foundation-building stage. Asking Tianzong to pick out a random person can grind him into powder.

As the suzerain, the original owner was the squatter, probably because the elders threw Fan Lu in such a place where no one was **** because of their disgust with demon cultivators.

Sang Jiuchi looked around the room again, and suddenly saw something in the box at the end of the bed.

He walked over to open it, and saw a portrait inside neatly stacked inside.

Due to weathering, the drawing paper had turned yellow and thin. Sang Jiuchi carefully unfolded the drawing paper, and saw a man with a fairy-like style inside.

The man had picturesque brows and eyes, silver hair like silk, and a compassionate look in his eyes.

It's none other than Sang Jiuchi.

Jiang Tong has been following closely behind Sang Jiuchi. He saw the portrait in Sang Jiuchi's hand and called out, "So you are still hiding this painting."

Sang Jiuchi tilted his head to look at Jiang Tong, motioning Jiang Tong to continue.

Jiang Tong was bullied to death by "Fan Lu" one day today. Now that he has stepped on the opponent's weakness, he immediately started talking nonsense.

"It seems that you don't have a long memory. You were beaten up by the elders when you enshrined the portrait of Shizun, and now you are still secretly hiding this painting. Shizun is full of pure fairy energy, you are a magic cultivator. , I am afraid that your demonic energy will contaminate the master and bring bad luck to the old man. If you really think about the master, I advise you to put it away early, and don't think about worshipping the master. "

Sang Jiuchi suddenly turned around and looked at Jiang Tong coldly, "That's what you said to Fan Lu at the time?"

Jiang Tong was shocked by the coldness in Fan Lu's eyes, but quickly calmed down: "What Fan Lu, it's not you."

Sang Jiuchi's anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and he laughed in anger, "I admire Shizun, and you also admire Shizun. You can worship him, why can't I worship him?"

He probably understood the reason why Fan Lu fell into the devil's way step by step.

Because he was saved by the original master, he regarded the original master as his only hope and belief.

But the original master, the master, did not do his due diligence. He rescued Fan Lu and took Fan Lu under his door, thinking that he could shelter this poor young man with his own identity.

However, the original owner only had practice in his heart, and he could not break the world.

He did use his identity to intimidate those people of Mozong, but he forgot that there were people from Xianmen around.

The indifference of the original owner contributed to the presumptuousness of the elders, who quietly passed on their hatred of the Demon Sect to this little boy. The original owner only saw the respect of the elders and disciples to him, but did not see their means after he left.

The little boy didn't say anything, the original owner thought that Xianmen was not bad for his second apprentice.

Sang Jiuchi saw the memory of the original owner. In the memory of the original owner, everyone in Xianmen's face was as warm as a spring breeze. He gave the second apprentice to them with confidence. In the heart of the original owner, he even felt that entrusting the elders to take care of his second apprentice would help the second apprentice to improve their cultivation.

However, what the original owner didn't expect is that these elders are yang and yin.

Fan Lu has always regarded the original owner as a belief, and only after being rescued by the original owner did he know that the other party was actually the first person in Xianmen. He knew that it was an extravagant hope to always be with the original owner, so he enshrined the portrait of the original owner in the room, and burned incense on time every morning and evening to express his feelings.

But this only thought was cut off by the elders.

How can a person who is full of expectations and thinks that he has escaped from the sea of ​​misery, when he enters a new environment and finds that he is still humiliated, abused, and despised, how can he take it lightly.

And just when he suppressed the madly bred maliciousness for the master he admired the most, the master threw him into the dangerous refining volcano like throwing garbage.

At that moment, Fan Lu was supposed to be blackened, but when he was replaced, he was also blackened.

You are not human if you are not black.

His lover, he is holding in the palm of his hand, loving and loving. This group of people dared to humiliate him like this, courting death.

At this moment, the moon is bright and the stars are rare, and the bright moon seems to dislike this barren hill, and only stingly divides the thin and weak moonlight to this hill.

Under the dim moonlight, Jiang Tong looked at the unpredictable look in Fan Lu's eyes, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Murderous!

Sang Jiuchi's eyes closed, and when he looked at Jiang Tong again, he was depressed.

He is not a murderer, and the other party is still such a child. Besides, murder is the most unpleasant thing.

Wouldn't it be better to let these people who despise their lover crawl under their lover's feet and hold their noble heads down?

Sang Jiuchi thought so, and his mood was better.

He slowly packed the portrait and carefully placed it in the storage bag.

Finally, Sang Jiuchi looked around again, and after confirming that there was nothing left, he left a message to Jiang Tong, "Come here after you pack up", turned around and left.

As soon as Sang Jiuchi returned to his residence, he entered the master bedroom in his memory. He first took out his lover's robes and put them away, and then took out the portrait.

Although he is using Fan Lu's face to outsiders now, Xin'er is still himself.

No matter how narcissistic he was, he was not narcissistic enough to paint his own portrait on the wall.

In the general world, the people who hang the portrait on the wall, burn incense and worship, are either the deceased ancestors in the family or the gods in legends.

It is definitely unlucky to hang a living person on the wall.

But this is a plane of self-cultivation. In the eyes of monks, being enshrined in a portrait can accumulate the power of faith. The power of faith can not only be used to stabilize the cultivation base, but also improve the immortal power when ascending in the future.

Being able to be enshrined on the wall by others is not only a symbol of strength, but also an affirmation of the other party's status.

The portrait of the original owner is the most enshrined by Xianmen, and almost every hill has a portrait of Sang Jiuchi.

Sang Jiuchi spread his portrait on the desk and looked at it for a while. Since he was embarrassed to hang his own portrait, it would be okay to hang the portraits of the two of them, right?

After thinking about it, he took out a piece of unused drawing paper from the painting bucket, and after grinding the ink, he picked up the brush and began to draw on it.

He painted quickly and earnestly, but in the blink of an eye he produced a lifelike portrait.

Sang Jiuchi looked at the contents of the portrait with satisfaction, put away the brush and put it on the table to wait for the ink to dry.

At this moment, there was a stumbling sound from outside, Sang Jiuchi slowly paced out, and saw the little thing Jiang Tong staring at his bedroom dumbfounded.

Sang Jiuchi stood on the steps with his arms folded around his chest: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Tong pointed at Sang Jiuchi's trembling hand, "You, how dare you sleep in Master's room! Come out for me!"

Sang Jiuchi leaned against the door frame, but didn't go out, "Master, his old man let me sleep. If you don't believe me, ask him."

Jiang Tong choked, like a choke in his throat.

He anxiously walked back and forth in the yard under the steps for two laps, and then stood up again and glared at Sang Jiuchi, "I didn't expect you to be even more evil after you went to the refining volcano. What kind of ecstasy soup did you give Master? Let Shizun treat you differently!"

Sang Jiuchi raised his eyelids lazily, with disdain in his eyes, "You want to know? I won't tell you, what if I tell you, what if you take my unique position away?"

Jiang Tong originally just asked angrily, but now after listening to Sang Jiuchi's words, he thought about it, and he really wanted to know.

I am much more qualified than Fan Lu, and I am smarter and smarter than Fan Lu. What Fan Lu can do, I will definitely be able to do it.

If he can take away the master, I can take him back again!

He coughed twice, raised his long neck and said sternly: "I don't care about your ghost tricks, your methods will definitely not meet people!"

quick!

Tell me now!

Do you feel my stimuli? !

Sang Jiuchi looked down at Jiang Tong's blushing face, and the excitement in his eyes made him tease.

Sang Jiuchi chuckled, "I tell you, what if you tell others?"

Jiang Tong immediately raised his hand and made an oath.

Well, now you can always tell him!

Looking at Jiang Tong's expectant eyes, Sang Jiuchi's smile was even bigger. In the end, while Jiang Tong waited patiently, Sang Jiuchi spit out a few words: "Because I am the cauldron of Master."

A few words immediately made Jiang Tong stunned on the spot and turned into a stone tree.

I am the cauldron of the master.

Master's... what?

Master's cauldron.

Furnace.

Furnace? !

Seeing Jiang Tong whose belief suddenly collapsed, Sang Jiuchi laughed happily, turned his head and walked into the room, closing the door tightly.

Outside the door, Jiang Tong was still standing there.

It was as if a shielding spell had been cast outside his ears, and all the sounds of birdsong and wind around him disappeared. But Fan Lu's words were squeezed into his ears, and he tried his best to drill into his forehead.

An extraordinary immortal like Shizun, how could he use dual cultivation? !

Even if it is a double cultivation, you should choose an immortal with the same Daogu Xianfeng style. Why did you choose this poor wolf cub?

Could it be that Master is afraid of delaying others?

Yes, who does not look up and spy on an immortal like Shizun. Master must know that if it is replaced by someone else, the other party will eat the marrow and know the taste only once.

How arrogant the master is, even when he is practicing double cultivation, he is thinking of all beings, and would rather aggrieve himself than hurt others.

So this is the reason why Master treats Brahma in a different way?

No, a person as ethereal as Master, he must not let Master wrong him, he must tell the elders, let the elders decide for Master, and find the best dual cultivation object for him.

Jiang Tong lifted his foot and was about to go out, but he just lifted his foot two steps and came back.

Jiang Tong turned his head to look at the bedroom with the lights on, and then looked at the vast sky outside, with a face that looked like he had eaten a fly.

Come on, I just made a demonic oath!

Still the heaviest one!

Careless!

Why didn't he find out that Fan Lu was such a dog?

Jiang Tong looked outside tangled, and finally walked out of the bedroom again, "Fan Lu, where do I live?"

Across the door, the lazy voice of "Fan Lu" came, "The east is the guest room, you can choose any one."

Jiang Tong swallowed his anger and walked to the east wing with heavy steps.

The next day, Jiang Tong found the Great Elder, picked out the words and asked, "Great Elder, have you noticed that Fan Lu and Shizun are getting very close recently?"

The first elder never liked Fan Lu. He was watering the flowers when he heard Jiang Tong's words and immediately frowned, "I found out long ago."

Jiang Tong immediately saw hope, "Then in your opinion, why did they suddenly come so close?!"

The first elder snorted coldly, "Master Daogu Xianfeng is pure and innocent. He has always been pure and kind, otherwise he would not have brought him back when he saw Brahma being bullied. A few days ago, Master didn't even want to wash Brahma. Did the demonic energy in Slaughter take him to the volcano? It must be that Fan Slaughter pretended to be weak and pitiful after he came out to win the sympathy of the master! The demon cultivator is really insidious and cunning, and it really angers me!"

Jiang Tong was stunned.

Weak and poor?

Great Elder, open your eyes and take a good look, that Fan Lu is clearly a smug look on his face, think about it again!

Jiang Tong thought for a while, and quickly said: "Elder, Master, his old man has been in the tribulation period for a hundred years. If he wants to take a shortcut or encounter a bottleneck and has to change his cultivation method, you think he will change it. Which one is it?"

Great elder! I've been talking about this. Take shortcuts, seek breakthroughs from bottlenecks. It must be a double repair!

The first elder didn't hesitate, then shook his head, "Tong'er has been worrying too much, this can never happen to the master. The master has no distractions, and the cultivation base has been steadily advancing. It can take ordinary people a thousand years to enter the stage of spiritual transformation. It took five hundred years to enter the Tribulation Transcendence Period. What is even more valuable is that his cultivation has not stagnated since he entered the Tribulation Transcendence Period. In just a hundred years, he has reached the fifth level of the Tribulation Transcendence Period. How can he encounter this kind of strength? bottleneck."

The Great Elder paused for a moment and concluded, "It's impossible!"

Jiang Tong: "…"

The conversation is dead, what do you want him to say?

Jiang Tong returned home, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw that annoying guy sitting leisurely under the peach blossoms enjoying the flowers.

The rattan chair was swayed back and forth by him, and the usually gloomy face of the nerd became relaxed and relaxed.

A look of a little man's ambition.

pissed him off.

Jiang Tong walked into the room, stomping hard and walking into the room.

The next day, Jiang Tong went to the second elder again. He almost got the same answer as the first elder from the second elder. He didn't give up and went to the third elder again, and the answer was still the same.

And every time I go back to the courtyard, I can see Fan Lu moving here and there, just like the master of a dove occupying a magpie's nest.

Although the elders hated Brahma, they would never dare to trample on the master's residence. Jiang Tong was unable to beat Fan Lu, so he could only helplessly watch what Fan Lu was doing.

Fist hard and hard.

Until the fourth day, when Fan Lu digs up the peach blossoms that Master cherishes most on weekdays, Master finally descends from the sky in a glow of radiance.

Seeing the sudden appearance of the master, Jiang Tong immediately rushed forward with a face of grievance. He just took two steps and suddenly remembered the relationship between the two.

Today is different from the past. In the past, Shizun loved himself the most, but now Shizun was taken away by the little goblin Fan Lu.

The raised steps stopped again, and at the moment of this pause, Jiang Tong saw that the master's feet were about to touch the ground and strode towards Fan Lu.

The peach blossom brew looks refreshing, but in fact it is strong and mellow. Just a few sips are like a burning heart, and the drunkenness is hazy.

This thing is brewed by the master from the daily morning dew, and it takes several years to make it.

This sturdy little goblin didn't know how to cherish it, so he drank a bottle in one gulp, and he couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north, south, and west.

Seeing the Master passing by, the little goblin immediately seemed to have seen some treasure, his eyes suddenly shot out a dazzling light, and his body climbed on the Master like a water snake.

The master, who has always been arrogant and elegant, not only did not push him away, but instead smiled softly and hugged him in his arms.

The eyes that have always been pitiful and compassionate are filled with gentle water, like the clearest spring in the depths of a secluded forest, pure and thorough.

Jiang Tong had never heard Master speak in such a soft and warm voice.

He saw Master hold Fan Lu tightly in his arms with both hands, and said in a low voice, "I haven't been here for a few days, why are you still drinking? Are you drunk?"

Fan Lu hummed, narrowed his eyes to look at the person, as if to determine who the other party was.

After seeing the person coming, Fan Lu immediately arched the other's arms, raised his head and "squeaked" toward the Master's face.

Jiang Tongren was dumbfounded. For some reason, when he looked at Fan Lu, whose cheeks were flushed, he suddenly felt that the other party was a little good-looking?

It was only today that he had opened his eyes. On weekdays, when Fan Lu, who looked at them coldly, turned out to be this kind of virtue when he faced his master alone.

Did he use this method to win their masters who were not deeply involved in the world? !

Damn, it's too insidious and shameless!