I’m Really a Villain

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"My name is forgotten, I was born in a very ordinary village in the land of the far east,

When I was 6 years old, my parents were seriously ill and died. I was alone, supporting a thin body and climbing a mountain not far from the village.

There is a Taoist temple on the high mountain, and when the subject sees me pitifully, he takes me in as a disciple.

15 years old, when I went down the mountain, I picked up a luminous ball on the road.

After the ball was bought, it turned into a perfumed medicine pill.

I was young and did not withstand the temptation, so I ate medicine pill.

Since then, my life has undergone the change of Heaven and Earth turning upside down.

...............

After I returned to Taoist temple, all the senior brothers didn't know me. Even the master who took me in did not have the slightest impression of me.

I am thinking, am I forgotten by this world?

I left the Taoist temple and began my four years of traveling.

In the rest of my life, I found that things were far worse than I thought.

People not only forget me, but also the things I have touched.

I ate a bun in front of the stall, and the stall owner could not remember that he had sold my bun.

I broke a branch, and the tree would re-grow a branch in a blink of an eye. It seemed that even the big tree had forgotten the branch that I had broken off.

With age, this forgetting becomes more and more obvious.

I began to forget the smile, and also the sadness.

Or maybe the smile has forgotten me, and the sadness has forgotten me.

I stabbed myself with a sword, but I didn't seem to feel the pain. I knew the pain and forgot me.

I found that people of the same age were dying a little bit, but I was only getting older, and it seemed that even time was forgotten.

Later I learned that the pearl that I swallowed when I was young is called Wangchenzhu.

It is the existence of Ranked 4th on the Rare Item list in the world.

There are only 2 forget dust beads between Heaven and Earth, one yang ball and one yin ball.

Yang Zhu was acquired by the former Wangchen Great Emperor, while Yin Zhu was swallowed by me.

There are only 2 ways to break the curse of forgetting the dust bead.

One is to gather 2 Yin Yang Forget Dust Beads and swallow them together. This will not only change the forgotten fate, but also completely master the Great Dao of Yin-Yang.

Another is to carry Heaven's mandate and board the Great Emperor.

I know that my innate talent is low, and the Yang Zhu is in the hands of the Wangchen Great Emperor. I have no hope.

As for bearing Heaven's mandate, it is even more absurd.

I went to Dragon City to get ten pieces of indestructible paper. Recording the events of my life here is the only proof that I have been in this world.

From then on, I will travel the entire Yuanyang Continent and die slowly in loneliness and loneliness. "

Chu Yang finished reading this autobiography, then slowly closed the book, pondered for a long time in his mind, and expressed deep sympathy for the experience of this Senior.

"Teacher, have you heard of the Forgotten Taoist?" Chu Yang asked.

"No, it should be some strange people," the old man replied.

"Since this is the senior's autobiography, let's put it here, and hope that more people in later generations will know the existence of this Senior," Chu Yang laughed, putting the book on the stone table, and was about to leave.

Suddenly, I saw a white rays of light emitting from the book, and then I saw countless words appearing in the white light.

Chu Yang looked at these words, pupil suddenly shrink, the cover of the autobiography book, the word "forget" suddenly flew out and rushed directly into Chu Yang's forehead.

He quickly sat cross-legged, comprehending this forgotten essence.

...............

After a long time, I saw the book turned into powder for no reason, and disappeared in the air.

And Chu Yang slowly opened his eyes, and there was a vein skill hidden in this book.

"Forget the dust 4 styles"

It's just a pity that there is only one of the 4 types of Wangchen in this book, "Long Hate."

Common vein skills are active skills and need to be cast by the martial artist.

And this Wangchen 4 style, looks more like a passive skill, already fuse together with Chu Yang.

This long hatred, one of the 4 types of Wangchen, its function is to help Chu Yang forget the pain.

from now on, no matter how much injury he has suffered, he will not feel the pain.

Of course, forgetting does not mean there is no, the injury still exists, and if it is not treated, he will die. He can only help Chu Yang forget the pain.

...............

Chu Yang pulled out his Roaming Dragon Sword and drew a blood imprint on his arm, but he didn't feel the pain at all.

"Really forgot," Chu Yang looked at the wound in surprise, muttering to himself with some delight.

"Little Yang, this is your chance," the old man of Samsara said with a smile.

"I don't know what the other 4 types of this Wangchen 3 style are? Forgetting time? Forgetting self?" Chu Yang muttered to himself.

This long hatred sounds like it does not increase battle strength, but in fact it is still quite useful.

When a person is seriously injured, his battle strength will be greatly weakened.

One of the most important reasons is naturally a factor of physical weakness.

Another is to fight when you are seriously injured. When you fight, you will tear your wounds, and your nerves will transmit pain to your brain.

Every movement is a kind of heart-piercing pain, and the battle strength is bound to weaken.

As the so-called narrow road meets the brave, Chu Yang feels that with the passive vein skill of long hatred, at least in front of opponents of the same level, he has the advantage.

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In the True Martial Sacred Sect at this time, Yan Buhui recovered from his injuries after several days of training.

After thinking about it three more times, he dragged his weak body to Yan'nan Peak.

"Do you want me to help you?" Xu Zimo glanced at Yan Buhui with interest and asked with a smile.

"Yes, you don't need to destroy Desolate Family for me, as long as you help me to keep True Martial Sacred Sect, Desolate Family will be solved by myself in the future," Yan Buhui said.

He knows that he now has the title of True Martial Sacred Sect disciple on his head, and the Desolate Family dare not deal with himself blatantly.

But once he is kicked out of sect, he faces endless pursuit.

He is not afraid of death. He just wants to make justice for his mother and himself. It doesn't matter if he kills the Desolate Family before he died.

"Why should I help you?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.

"I am willing to be a sword in your hand," Yan Buhui looked at Xu Zimo, and said seriously: "Or you can open a condition, except for my sword, I am willing to agree to other conditions."

Yan Buhui knew that he had no choice. He was willing to hand his life to Xu Zimo. This was all his bargaining chips.

"When my subordinates wait for me to carry Heaven's mandate, it is a great honor to make you warriors, let alone as if I took advantage," Xu Zimo smiled and replied.

Yan Buhui glanced at Xu Zimo, he didn't know where he was confident.

Heaven's mandate has not yet appeared, and the land of the far east is just a corner of the eastern continent that's all.

Leaving aside the other continents, the vast and vast Central Continent alone is a hurdle that many people will not be able to overcome in their lifetime.