Difficulty: So I am an undercover villain

On the bright red earth, a tall tower stands tall, with a dim flag hanging on the tower. The surrounding bright red Xisha flows in the wind like a sea of ​​blood, and a red light roars in.

When the king returns, bursts of red light suddenly appear throughout the Red Crown realm, matching the glow of the sky. At the same time, the flag on the tower bursts into dazzling bloody light.

In a room in the tower, a cold-blooded killer with empty eyes was gently wiping a long sword with an expressionless face. The bell hanging on the sword's beard was ringing. At this time, the door was pushed open.

, stepped into the room with steady steps.

"Dreaming."

The man who was cleaning the sword moved his hands for a moment, as if he was a little surprised that someone would come here. He stopped wiping the sword and looked up at the person.

He raised his backhand, and two red lights entered his eyes. A flash of light flashed in Di Shou Meng's eyes, and colors appeared.

"It's the Lord."

"It's me, Guifang Chiming is back."

After seeing the person coming clearly, Di Shou Meng knelt down on one knee and performed the courtesy of a minister.

"These past few days, I have been following birds with my eyes, but I have never been able to detect any news from the Lord. On this day, you finally came back." Di Shou Meng raised his head and looked at Guifang Chiming excitedly.

Guifang Chiming helped Di Shou Meng and patted his shoulder gently.

"The fierce flag of the battle has also turned red with my return. Are you still the most loyal dreamer beside me?"

As he spoke, Guifang Chiming shook his empty hands, indicating that he had lost the king's ring.

Di Shou Meng understood the meaning of Chi Ming, and his eyes immediately burst with heat as he expressed his stance: "Zan Meng's life is a rebirth given by the Lord. Wherever the Lord goes, Zhu Meng will go."

"Okay!" Guifang Chiming shouted loudly.

"You and I will walk together on the bloody journey of war."

Onikata Chiming raised his hand and waved to Mengmeng, and the two hands, which represented the friendship between master and minister, were tightly held together.

"Then Lord, what are we going to do next?" Di Shou Meng asked.

"The next step is for me to contact the other Qiyuan to see how many of them are willing to fight with me. Also, I know that Shen Yifei is not dead. You go and call him back." The rough voice of Guifang Chiming sounded in the room.

With a commanding voice.

"As commanded."

Immediately two rays of red light left the tower, one went to the depths of the red crown, and the other went to the realm of misery.

On a battlefield in Hongdian Border Town, the sound of a flute echoed, and a red stranger sat on a fallen rock.

In the wind and sand, I saw a man with white hair and a desert robe, his facial features were unclear, and he was gently playing the dry flute in his hand. As he played slowly, countless black scorpions broke through the sand like soldiers marching, and they lined up neatly towards the place where the flute was played.

People gather.

The sound of rustling footsteps sounded, and the figure of Onikata Chiming broke in, breaking the scorpion training plan.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped, the black scorpions dispersed like a tide, and Zhaozi stood up and walked toward the visitor.

"Your appearance ruined my ongoing scorpion training plan."

"I have returned. When will you return to my command?" Guifang Chiming said calmly.

Zhaozi Xudan pointed at Guifang Chiming's hand with his horn flute, "Where is your king's ring?"

Hearing this, Guifang Chiming's red eyes narrowed, and the majesty of the king swept towards Jiazi Xudan.

Under the pressure, Zhuo Zixudan was not affected at all, with no strange expression on his face, and said calmly: "Only Wang Jie can drive me to do things, otherwise we would be in the same position."

"Currently lost." Guifang Chiming put away his pressure, and then said sternly: "Before Wang Jie finds a new master, I am still the master of Hongmian Border City."

"And I will not let the Wang Ring have a new owner. If you have forgotten my abilities, I will let you experience it again."

After saying that, Guifang Chiming raised his hand, and the turmoil of blood energy stirred up the dust all over the sky.

Faced with the threat of Guifang's life, Ji Zixudan didn't care at all. He just chuckled and said, "I'll spare you the trouble. Where are you dreaming?"

He knew that Onikata Chiming would not take action.

"I have already gone to the misery to perform my mission." Guifang Chiming snorted coldly and turned his back.

Zhizi Xudan took two steps forward and walked behind Onikata Chiming, sighing: "He still regards your orders as a standard as before."

Hearing the hint of relief in Zhezi's empty tone, Onikata Chiming turned around and asked, "What about you?"

Zhuzi Xudan said with a complaining tone: "Since Zhumeng has followed your instructions, I will naturally not be absent, but I will inevitably complain. You take the grudges and hatreds between people too seriously.

"

After saying this, Zhuzi turned over his hands and shattered the horn flute in his hand. The flute turned into fine sand and fell to the ground.

Onikata Akimoto glanced at the fine sand on the ground, a little puzzled by his actions.

Zhaozi Xudan explained in a joking tone: "This flute is contaminated. I will go to find a dream and then return to the Hongmian Hall."

After saying this, without giving Onikata Akimyo a chance to speak again, Jiuzi transformed into light and disappeared from the spot.

As if he felt deeply helpless at the actions of these companions, Onikata let out a deep sigh and left, heading in the direction of Cailu Xianhong.

...

Taking the road map given by Lun Qingcheng, Shen Yifei rushed here and there to the quiet platform.

There was a woman wearing a white fur coat standing on the stage. Behind the woman stood two men. One of them had an extraordinary temperament. Shen Yifei recognized him at a glance as the leader of the six strings. Cang.

At this time, the quiet platform was full of people, and a group of villagers were noisy below.

"The spiritual healing master finally returned to the quiet platform to give a speech." A villager said happily.

"Yes, I really like the spiritual healing master's speech. Every time I listen to it, I feel like my life is more open." Another villager next to him said with emotion.

"In my opinion, she is the savior of the doomsday."

"Master of spiritual healing, master of spiritual healing, master of spiritual healing..." the people in the audience were talking excitedly and showing enthusiastic expressions.

The real savior was speechless among the crowd. Shen Yifei felt as if he had seen the White Lotus sect being brainwashed...

At this time, the woman on the stage had a soft face with a hint of compassion. She raised her hand and pressed it down, and the audience fell silent instantly.

"The most important thing of the day is the first words spoken. Some people use them to yawn, some people use them to scold, and some people use them to praise. And what is the first word of my spiritual healer... you.

.....do you know?"

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The villagers in the audience shook their heads.

"My first words of the day are...I love you."

"I can hear the healer say he loves me, and this day has indeed become happier. I wonder who is the lucky one?" "I love you" made the crowd agitated.

The healer smiled slightly and said, "There is no specific person I love. I can feel love when the wind blows. I can feel love when the rain comes. Even facing the door, facing the stones, and facing the clothes,

I can say love to myself in the mirror."

"With the ability to love others, we are the givers, not the recipients of charity."

Following the spiritual healer's passionate speech, the restless people in the audience fell into deep thought, and Shen Yifei also listened quietly. Although he knew it was chicken soup, for some reason his soul felt the peace and soothing he had not seen for a long time. This

The uneasiness the world brought to him seemed to disappear in these few words.

After a long time, a voice came out from the crowd, "This kind of truth is easy to say, but it is really difficult to do it."

When he heard someone asking, the spiritual healer raised his eyes and glanced at the people in the audience. His warm eyes stopped on Shen Yifei for a moment, and then moved to the person who asked.

"Now let me tell you a story, and you will know whether it is difficult or not."

The spiritual healer spoke slowly, "There was a young man who was very unhappy every day. He complained and lost his temper, and threw away everything in the house. He threw away teapots, cups, kitchen knives, and everything else in the house.

Get out, do you know why he is unhappy?"

When the spiritual healer asked, someone immediately said anxiously: "I know, I know, he must have no money."

"Or maybe things are not going well at work."

The healer nodded and continued: "You are all right. He is a poor and helpless young man. He has to go to the village every day to build a house for others. The workload is heavy, but his boss treats him badly.

He is very harsh, always scolding him, beating him, and deducting his wages for no reason, but he still has to make a living from this job."

"No wonder he is so unhappy. His life is rough and he has to look at other people's faces." Someone in the audience made an indignant voice after putting themselves into the role.

"Yes, but he became happy again later. Do you know why?" the healer asked in a guiding tone.

"His boss is dead." One of them said without thinking.

But someone immediately objected, "This answer is too stupid. If his boss dies, his job will be gone, so how can he be happy? In my opinion, he should have picked up gold on the way home."

Listening to the speculations of the villagers, the spiritual healer smiled dumbly and said, "You are all wrong. When he returned home one day, he found that there was nothing in the house. He began to think about how this could happen."

"Does this still require thinking? He just threw the things out."

"Yes, but why would he throw things out?"

The people in the audience choked, and then said: "Because he is unhappy."

"It's true, he is unhappy, but how could he be unhappy? Who made him unhappy?"

"It's his boss."

"No, I'm not happy. I'm sad. But only I can control what I worry about. Others can't control it. Even the boss who bosses him around can't control it."

"But it's his boss who makes him unhappy." Someone objected.

"If I ask you to raise your left hand now, will you decide whether to raise your left hand after judgment, or will your hand be raised directly?" the healer then asked.

"Of course I must raise my hands or not."

Hearing this, the spiritual healer paused, brewing his emotions for a while before speaking:

"The human heart is the same. In fact, it is you who decides whether you want to be happy or sad. The young man understood this truth, so he changed his mentality. He chose to face his sufferings happily and loved everyone he saw.

Replace negative emotions with the tolerance of love;

As long as there is love in your heart, no matter when you are angry or sad, there will be a force to pull you out of the abyss of pain, and then you will realize that it is your own heart, and you can decide what mentality to use to face everything.

....”

Returning to the theme, the person on the stage was as calm as the moon, and his voice was soft, penetrating into the depths of his soul, causing many villagers to fall into deep thought and recall their own painful past events.

Then more and more people showed relief and happy expressions.

Seeing this, the spiritual healer said: "It seems that you have understood. Remember, pass on the power of love, and I can heal the sadness in your hearts."

"It's getting late, that's it for today."

Amidst the cheers of the crowd, the spiritual healer and the two people behind him left the quiet platform.

Shen Yifei broke away from the emotional infection of the spiritual healer and smiled.

“What a bowl of chicken soup.”

Then he walked in the direction where the healer left.

Back at Qiu Feng Pavilion, the three of them started chatting.

The spiritual healer said: "Cang, you have accompanied us through many villages these days, and now this is not the place where you should stay."

"I was the one who invited you into the world from Four Seasons. Cang should be responsible for your comfort." Cang was silent for a while and shook his head.

Seeing that Cang was worried, the healer advised: "You have seen that after such a long journey, there is no danger on my side. Now Lun Jianhai is looking for you, you should let go and do what you should do.

It’s something.”

Cang turned around and looked outside Qiufeng Terrace, and said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid that's not the case."

As the words fell, the autumn wind swept by and carried the fallen leaves into flight.

"Who is it?" Fu Chen shouted sternly outside. You Cang was not worried, so his tone seemed a little arrogant.

Amidst the fallen leaves, a red figure stepped forward.

"On the sea of ​​​​swords, I don't return to the mortal world. Please forgive me for visiting rashly."

It turned out to be him. When he heard that the person had signed up, Cang put away his hostility, and Fuchen suddenly became silent.

Arriving in front of the three of them, Shen Yifei saluted.

"Guys, you are polite."

Cang nodded slightly and returned the salute, while Fu Chen turned away, feeling slightly annoyed at Shen Yifei's recklessness.

The healer had noticed this person before on the quiet platform, but he didn't expect that he was the famous savior in the martial arts world today.

"It turns out he is the real savior. Your Excellency must have come here for the sake of heaven." The healer asked with a smile.

She felt that Cang was wasting his abilities here, and Shen Yifei's arrival at this time was just what she wanted.

"No, I'm here to look for you, Master." An inexplicable smile appeared on Shen Yifei's lips.

"oh?"

Both the spiritual healer and Cang felt a little surprised, while Fu Chen said cautiously: "Whatever you want to do, the spiritual healer will not get involved in martial arts disputes with you."

Shen Yifei ignored him and said to the spiritual healer: "Can we talk alone."

Such contempt made him feel a little embarrassed in front of the spiritual healer, so he immediately stopped in the middle and said angrily: "Crazy man, I will not let you bring danger to the spiritual healer."

This person blocked him three times, and Shen Yifei was secretly angry. With a sharp look in his eyes, he glanced at the person in front of him.

He had been in a position of power for a long time and had experienced several battles. Suddenly, the aura and coercion of the superior person suddenly broke out, making Fu Chen breathless.