After transmigrating into Yiyou, the fake villain is no longer alive!

Chapter 77 [Liu Xin] A disciple is a disciple

In order to secure my position as the lord of the Changming Palace, I stayed away from disputes between the rivers and lakes, and no longer participated in sect disputes. Even my plan to travel the world was put on hold.

I want to revive Changming Palace, let Changming Palace once again enter the Jianghu sect list, and then become one of the few neutral sects in the Jianghu.

I did it because I wanted to stay with him.

Passing the Qushui Bridge, a winding river falls into the Zhaohua Palace, and I walked forward.

"Palace Master, Elder Liu is in retreat."

"Retreat, he knows how to retreat, he doesn't need to deal with sect affairs now, at most he sits in the town, and his martial arts realm has reached the strongest stage of fugue, do he still need to retreat?"

I made a lot of noise in front of the hall, and finally spit out the fireworks in my heart, and my sulk was much less.

The sound of footsteps came from the hall, a strong wind hit, the door was pushed open, and a group of tall figures covered me.

He didn't speak, but his eyes were a little scary and serious, and his long hair was loosely tied with a wooden hairpin, hanging down on his chest.

The disciple behind him saluted, and he waved his hand to tell the disciple to leave.

I was left to sit alone on the threshold of Zhaohua Hall, and he wouldn't let me in, so I stayed by the door.

He couldn't close the door, and his expression was solemn: "You are already the palace lord, and you behave so pervertedly, do you think it's appropriate?"

I have a guilty conscience and I don't want to bow to his disadvantage: "Decent..."

Hearing this, murderous intent remained between his brows and eyes, wishing he could cut me into pieces on the spot, he drew his sword and used his internal strength to push me away, and I fell to the ground with my ass.

The cold ground almost aroused my rheumatic bone pain, but in the end, Liu Xin still looked lukewarm when he saw me.

"Master!" I stepped forward and hugged him, not letting him go. I just wanted to get close to him and know what kind of feelings he has for me.

He didn't push me away, just sighed: "What exactly do you want?"

I wrote down the account and turned over the account book: "Master, we haven't spoken to each other for three years, six months and four days."

Seeing my frown, he turned around: "So, you came to me just to catch up on the old days?"

He seemed to know why I came, and more than that.

Falling in love with him was a mistake in itself.

He has Bai Yueguang, but he has a knot in his heart that has not been resolved, and I use his Bai Yueguang's face and body. Naturally, he always treats me like a river, not to mention that we are still a master-student relationship.

I am not a hypocritical person, I just want to know if he has a trace of sincerity towards me, but I will never get the result I want, because he has never shown how much he cares about me in front of me.

Therefore, I want to force him to tell the truth.

I pulled out the sword, and the sword tip was shining with sunlight, the light dazzled my eyes, I closed my eyes tightly, and my hands were trembling.

"I just want to know, are you just a disciple to me? Just a stranger? Or..."

He immediately interrupted me: "A disciple is a disciple."

I nodded, tears covered my clothes, I wiped away the tears: "Okay, then...we will never meet again, I hope you will do what you say."

The moment I left, I seemed to see his expression on my cheek, I don't know if it was my illusion.

From then on, I no longer paid attention to every move of the elders of Changming Palace, but was obsessed with training the disciples in the sect. Two years later, Changming Palace returned to the No. [-] sect in Jianghu.

Another year passed, and the garden was full of spring. I decided to travel the world and live in seclusion in the mountains for a while.

Day after day of travel makes me relax, and I often sell my handmade woven pendants under the snowy mountains of Kitaunuma.

The pendant was light and fluttering, blown up easily by the wind, and the wind chimes hanging in the wooden house behind me rang softly with the wind, and the petals floating from nowhere rolled up the dust in my house together.

A visitor came outside.

"Does the guest officer need to weave a pendant as a gift? Or tie it around his waist for personal use?" I stretched myself, and the afternoon is always drowsy.

He was wearing a mask, and his figure was a bit tall, which gave me an indescribable sense of familiarity, but my memory seemed to have lost the fragments of the familiar figure, and I couldn't put them together no matter what.

He chose a sunflower wooden hairpin, pulled it back, and compared it for a moment: "It's just right. Wrap it for me."

Before I could say that this little thing needs three taels of silver, he directly put the gold bar on the table, and walked away in the breeze.

I held up the gold bar, my eyes sparkled: "Your guest will come again next time?! I will treat you well!"

After the twelfth day, the weather in Beiyun Marsh began to deteriorate, and there were fewer and fewer customers. I wanted to close the shop, but an injured person came to the door.

The man was wearing a mask again, but this time the mask was a little different, with some strange patterns and patterns on it, like some kind of tribal totem.

"Help me." He took my hand.

I immediately used my internal strength to close the door tightly, and put him inside the house. The man who chased him outside the door shouted: "If you don't come out, I won't leave! I'll spend time with you!"

I said slowly, "Why do you have to chase him down?"

"He slaughtered our entire tribe, I can't let him go, girl, I advise you not to go into this muddy water."

When the road is uneven, I draw my sword to help. Naturally, I have to take a good trip to this muddy water.

I couldn't help but curl my lips into a smile: "It seems that your tribe has a grudge against him, but I don't think you are good people, right? It's only natural for bad people to repay evil! You and him are really a match made in heaven."

Just after I finished speaking, the sound of drawing a knife outside was very clear. He hid behind me and "tsk" a few times, and said dissatisfiedly: "I... am not a bad person, I just missed it."

I didn't listen, since he slaughtered people's whole family, he is naturally not a good person, so I pushed the door open and returned him to the people outside.

In a flash of sword light, his mask was split in two, and his stunning face was revealed in front of my eyes. My pupils trembled and my heart beat continuously.

The sunflower wooden hairpin on the tip of his hair fell off and was trampled to pieces by those who chased him down.

He frowned tightly, and swung his sword away at those unknown tribesmen in Beiyun Marsh, leaving only hatred in his expression.

In the cold snowy night, the blood on the ground was red, and he and I were the only two left.

He held his forehead and looked at me with a guilty conscience: "I... didn't want to kill them..."

"Why? Why are you here?"

Liu Xin hesitated to speak, his expression was in a trance.

I held my breath and listened to him explain the ins and outs of all this, only to realize that Liu Xin was at least fifty years old, yet he was so childish when he got angry.

He spent a lot of money to ask the people in Beiyun Marsh to inquire about my whereabouts. Only one of the tribes had an impression of me. He stayed in the tribe for a while and accidentally discovered that the tribe was suffering from a famine recently, and there was a phenomenon of cannibalism.

In the end, there were only a few strongest people left in the tribe, but they all wanted to eat him. He was hunted down all the way, and he accidentally slaughtered all the people in the tribe along the way.

According to his words, they didn't live long in the first place, and he was just pushing the boat with the current, so it shouldn't be too much.

Before that, he found my little shop after buying the mask of the tribe, he just wanted to see me, if it was the last time.

He bought a sunflower wooden hairpin and put it in his long hair, loving it.

He sees things and thinks about people, seeing it is like seeing me.

Later, when he was hunted down, the wooden hairpin was crushed by the people of the tribe, and he felt resentment towards those people, and took their lives.

When he killed someone, his first thought was whether it would cause trouble for me.

"Will Changming Palace be charged with this?"

I shook my head: "What are you talking about, I don't know. The elders of Changming Palace are still in retreat and have never been to Beiyun Marsh."

He smiled with satisfaction, and was about to leave, but when he left, there was a trace of regret on his face.

He finally couldn't hold back the throbbing that had been hidden in his heart for a long time, he rushed towards me, and put me in his arms, his eyes were extremely aggressive.

"Why?!" I pushed him away angrily: "But because of a broken wooden hairpin, I got angry and took someone's life, and I will return it to you."

After finishing speaking, I reached out and handed her an identical hairpin.

He shook his head: "I've thought about it a lot. The person I can't let go of for so many years is actually you."

"Shouldn't it be Ji Liangjing?"

"No, that was my obsession in the past."

I sneered and said, "Oh, look into my eyes, I'm exactly like her, don't you feel scared?"

He shook his head: "You are so different from her, I can recognize it clearly."

"You said that a disciple can only be a disciple, not to mention that I am not even a disciple."

He hooked his lips, with a smile that was not a smile, and held back for a long time before saying: "I'm sorry."

"I spent so many years of youth waiting for you, how can you make it up?"

Liu Xin knows better than anyone else that I am not her, since he thought he might like me, he has been struggling in his heart.

I was the one who saved him before, and I was the one who let him let go of his obsessions. It is impossible for him to have no feelings at all.

It's just that his obsession was too deep, which made him struggle for nearly ten years.

This year, I am already thirty-four, and I have lost my blooming season and appearance, but fortunately, he still never leaves.

After all, he, an "old man", doesn't have the courage to dislike me...

(End of this chapter)