Chapter 65 Chapter 65 The unfinished words were about...
"Chaos energy?"
Chen Qian leaned on the bed, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then he understood all the strange things that had happened before.
From the Immortal Alliance Conference until the beginning of the clues during Zhongze, back to the night of Xuan Qingzong, there was an unspeakable dream.
He originally thought that it was because he realized his feelings for Yao Ning and couldn't help himself.
It turns out it was because of the chaotic energy.
After being infected by the chaotic energy, righteous cultivators will have a tendency to become possessed by demons, and demonic cultivators have always indulged in desires. The drastic changes infinitely magnified the dark and hidden lust in his heart.
In the Brahma Temple, the relic exploded, and the chaotic energy disguised as demonic energy spread out. In such a nearly devastating catastrophe, neither he nor Yao Ning was able to contend.
He wanted to protect Yao Ning, even at the cost of his own life.
The desire is so strong that it can temporarily transform into the body of a dragon.
"Master, is she really okay?"
Gu Wuchen held down Chen Qian's restless body, looked at his pale face, and repeated once more: "She's fine, I told you so."
Shen Qian slowly leaned back.
After returning from Brahma Temple, Yao Ning was imprisoned in the forbidden area in the back mountain, while Chen Qian was recuperating at Wendao Peak due to his serious injuries.
Gu Wuchen heard that he was much better today, and hurried over. The first thing Chen Qian said when he saw him was to ask if Yao Ning was okay.
Perhaps the serious injury had weakened his will to some extent. Gu Wuchen looked at this usually mature and steady child who was unusually anxious and couldn't help but touch his head with heartache.
Chen Qian coughed and tilted his head awkwardly. After a moment, something occurred to him and he asked, "Why have I never heard of Chaos Qi before?"
All cultivators know that the righteous path cultivates spiritual energy, while the demon world cultivates demonic energy, but the term "chaotic energy" has never appeared in historical books.
No, had he really never heard of it?
Chen Qian's heart swelled, as if some memory was about to burst out.
He suppressed his surprise and asked another question: "How did the Sect Master know this?"
In the Taishi Hall, the leaders of various sects also asked Gu Wuchen this question.
His answer was that he had the good fortune to borrow a precious book from the Sutra Library of Brahma Temple, and there were a few words about this in the corner of the ancient book. In addition, he had discussed this issue with the late Master Kongwen.
Brahma Temple is the leader of the immortal sect and has a long tradition.
So no one doubted Gu Wuchen's answer.
Even if there were doubts, the Brahma Temple had already been destroyed, and Kongwen had passed away, so there was no evidence.
But Chen Qian knew that there was no ancient record of this. If others saw him asking this question at such a special moment, it would seem that he was suspicious of Gu Wuchen.
However, the atmosphere between the two was peaceful, without any hint of questioning or suspicion.
Gu Wuchen sighed: "You have forgotten everything."
Chen Qian's heart moved, and he restrained his expression: "Is the chaotic energy related to me?"
Gu Wuchen took a deep breath and said, "To be precise, it should be related to your mother."
Chen Qian's mother, Song Qingyun, was the wife of the previous leader of Xuan Qing Sect. Together with the previous leader Shen Xinghe, they worked hard to govern the Xuan Qing Sect from an unknown small sect to a major sect that could compete with Brahma Temple.
Everyone in the world says that these two are a perfect match, both handsome and elegant, and gifted by nature, which is why they were able to give birth to a rare genius like Zixiao Daojun.
People have the impression that the former sect leader Shen Xinghe has a gentle and elegant personality, but his methods are lightning-fast and decisive.
Only Gu Wuchen knew that Shen Xinghe was elegant and gentle, while Song Qingyun was decisive and ruthless.
Song Qingyun is the one who truly achieves great things.
Her husband, Shen Xinghe, was gentle and handsome. He loved her deeply and obeyed her every word. So, with the help of Shen Xinghe, this woman rose to a higher position step by step.
No matter how high you go, you can never touch the sky.
Her lifelong desire is to ascend to the upper realm.
Song Qingyun tried countless times, but finally had to accept the reality in despair, that is, the road to ascension in this world has been cut off.
In the dark room, Song Qingyun, who had glimpsed the clues of his fate, completely collapsed, and an unwilling and angry look appeared on his beautiful face.
"Heaven is unfair, Heaven is unfair!"
Song Qingyun muttered these two sentences and swept away all the books, star charts, and spiritual weapons on the table.
After a rustling sound, the yellowed paper was splashed with ink, the unique and precious spiritual weapon broke into several pieces, and the star disk spun outwards and hit a pair of forged boots.
Shen Xinghe picked up the star plate with a broken corner, a gentle smile on his handsome face: "Qingyun, don't be anxious, take your time."
His voice is clear and pleasant, peaceful and tranquil, just like him.
Song Qingyun raised his head, but instead of feeling comforted, the gloom in his eyes became even heavier.
At that moment, this smart, ambitious, yet quiet woman who did not seek fame, revealed her contempt and disgust for her husband for the first time.
"What do you know?" She smiled sadly, completely despairing. "What on earth do you know?"
Shen Xinghe frowned and was about to step forward: "Qingyun..."
"Don't come over!" A crane-shaped lamp smashed over with a dull sound, and a stream of blood flowed down Shen Xinghe's forehead.
Song Qingyun stared at the gushing blood, his eyes becoming increasingly frantic and angry. "What on earth do you know? A useless man with no ambition! You know you can't ascend? Huh?"
Song Qingyun stepped forward, his surging anger concealing sadness. "If no one in this world is destined to ascend, then why did Heaven give birth to me, Song Qingyun? They gave me a natural talent, but wanted me to be ambitious. All my life's efforts have been wasted in the end!"
Shen Xinghe was shocked by his wife's behavior and stepped back involuntarily, then bumped into something.
He subconsciously turned around and saw his young son.
The young Chen Qian timidly and nervously raised his head and cried out as if he was about to cry: "Mother..."
"Mother." Above the snow-capped mountains, the wind howled violently, and chaotic energy descended from the sky like a river falling from the sky.
Song Qingyun held the sword and summoned thunder from the sky. Purple lightning flickered in the dark gray clouds, as if accumulating strength for the final blow.
Song Qingyun looked crazy yet calm.
"Chen Qian, I have read through ancient books and finally found only this method that can save A Niang from all her failures."
"When the chaotic energy reaches its extreme, it can cause righteous practitioners to become possessed by demons."
"Rumor has it that the Demon Lord Jiangcan is halfway to ascending. Demon cultivators are unrestrained in their cultivation and can make progress more easily than those on the righteous path. As long as you become a demon, you have the hope of ascending..."
Song Qingyun raised his sword to the sky, his hair stood on end, he looked beautiful and ferocious, his eyes full of fanaticism.
"My mother's talent is not as good as yours, otherwise you wouldn't have such an opportunity."
Song Qingyun took a breath, suppressing the discomfort that almost broke his soul when he was in contact with the Heavenly Dao: "Don't be afraid, child, it won't hurt much."
"Come, come to my side."
She seduced her naive son, completely unaware of how weird she looked and how terrifying the scene before her was.
Even young children who are ignorant can subconsciously sense danger.
The young Chen Qian just blinked, and a tear rolled down his fair cheek. He looked at the swirling black clouds and the disappearing lightning in the sky, and threw himself into Song Qingyun's arms without hesitation.
Song Qingyun smiled in surprise, but quickly froze.
Her Ah Qian wouldn't be so stupid.
Does he know what he is doing?
Did he come here on purpose to let my guard down and then wait for an opportunity to escape?
Yes, no one wants to die. Even ants want to live, let alone a smart kid like Chen Qian. Even if he doesn't know what the chaotic energy is, he can understand that this situation is no different from committing suicide.
Song Qingyun is a gambler, and he has long lost everything in the game with heaven and earth.
But Chen Qian is not.
Song Qingyun's mind raced, and he was about to grab Chen Qian's neck, leaving him with no way to retreat.
However, before she moved, the little boy raised his face, which was as clean as ice and snow, and the water light in his clear eyes became brighter and brighter.
Xiao Shenqian choked up and said, "Mother, you're in pain."
His trembling little hand held Song Qingyun's cold and bloody hand: "Don't hurt, mother."
He hugged Song Qingyun's legs, his shoulders shaking.
Does such a young child understand what Song Qingyun is doing?
He might understand, or might not understand completely, but he could vaguely feel that it was very dangerous now and he couldn't listen to his mother and had to escape.
But the fear of death ultimately lost to the heartache for Song Qingyun.
Seeing the blood dripping from Song Qingyun's collar embroidered with flower petals, the young Chen Qian suppressed his desire to live and walked towards his mother without hesitation.
If it can make my mother feel less pain, then I don't mind dying.
That day, on the snowy mountain, the chaotic energy failed to enter the body after all.
At the last moment, Song Qingyun stopped.
"Why……"
In the bedroom of Wendao Peak, Chen Qian listened in a daze to this long-forgotten past and muttered to himself.
A blush appeared on his pale face, revealing his turbulent mood at the moment.
Gu Wuchen sighed, feeling sorry for her. "Good boy, it's our fault for not watching over your mother. She wasn't fully conscious at the time. If she had been conscious, she would never have done such a foolish thing to you."
Yeah
He knew that Gu Wuchen was comforting him.
Song Qingyun may be crazy, but he is definitely sober.
Even though Chen Qian didn't remember that memory, he knew better than anyone how clever his mother was and how years of delusion had gradually corroded her character.
Chen Qian closed his eyes and calmed his mind. There were more important things to do now.
"Master, why isn't Aning infected by the Chaos Energy?"
Many people have asked Gu Wuchen this question in recent days.
Doubtful, worried, hopeful, malicious...
Gu Wuchen became stronger than ever before and suppressed all speculations.
But he knew that this was not a long-term solution.
Originally, Gu Wuchen was puzzled and even wondered if it was because the situation was urgent and Chen Qian inadvertently isolated Yao Ning from the chaotic energy in order to protect her.
Until the afternoon of the day before yesterday, he was discussing the aftermath of the Brahma Temple catastrophe with several major sects, and his head suddenly shook during the conversation.
Then, in the corner of memory, a forgotten detail suddenly surfaced.
"When the Immortal Alliance Conference was attacked and Yao Ning was injured, you and I discussed this matter in the Taishi Palace."
Chen Qian frowned slightly and slowly recalled that day.
He promised the unconscious Yao Ning that he would go back to see her during dinner, so he left Taishi Palace quickly.
"Before you leave, I want to call you."
The vague memories gradually became clearer.
It was dusk, and the evening light painted the mountains and rivers.
"Hey, where are you in such a hurry to go? I have something important to tell you, it's about Yao..."
However, the person who left hurriedly said without even turning back, "I'll come after dinner."
However, Chen Qian was called over by Chu Liangxiu and did not return to Taishi Palace after dinner, so Gu Wuchen's unspoken words remained unfinished.
It was a very inconspicuous detail, submerged in the torrent of time and no longer clear.
Gu Wuchen mentioned this at this time, and Chen Qian's heart moved slightly, and asked: "What did the Sect Master want to tell me at that time?"
The sentence that was not finished was about Yao Ning.
Shen Qian curled up her fingers, pursed her lips and looked at Gu Wuchen.
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