Chapter 43 The protagonist dies and the series ends
At first glance, the disciple was actually quite ordinary. Mixed in with a bunch of Huanhua Palace disciples, he was timid and evasive.
The reason Shen Qingqiu noticed him was because his face was one color, his neck was another color, and his left and right hands were two different colors. Moreover, he neither drew his sword nor glared at them, but just kept bumping into the disciples of Huanhua Palace, like a pickpocket waiting for an opportunity to steal.
In Shen Qingqiu's opinion, there is only one kind of person who would behave like this.
Ming Fan asked anxiously, "Junior sister! Junior sister, what's wrong with you?"
Ning Yingying was stunned for a long time, as if she had been beaten stupidly, and then she finally reacted and fought back with her sword. Shen Qingqiu saw an old cat lazily curling up its tail to bask in the sun and lick its fur, so he picked it up and threw it into the wine shop.
The old cat was frightened and screamed, running back and forth between the two groups of people. Shen Qingqiu lowered his head and shouted, "Heizi, don't run!" and then stepped in. A person came in for no reason, and both sides were stunned. Ning Yingying was afraid of hurting innocent people, so she hesitated a little. The young palace mistress didn't care about that, she took back the whip and beat the old cat as she should. Shen Qingqiu chased the old cat all over the hall, shouting randomly, "Xiaohua", "Huihui" and a bunch of messy names were all given to the cat. In the chaos, Ning Yingying was clearly restrained and dared not make any random moves, but she always felt that her elbow was supported, and her shoulder was pushed, and the long sword was dancing brilliantly without her control. Suddenly, there were two "pa pa" sounds, extremely loud, and the young palace mistress covered her face, stunned and frozen.
Both groups of people saw Ning Yingying waving her arms and slapping her twice, and they stopped fighting at the same time.
Ming Fan cheered, "Junior sister, you fight well!"
Ning Yingying said weakly: "...No, actually...it wasn't me..."
Ming Fan encouraged, "Don't be afraid, just fight! Everyone knows that she was the first to attack. We are the Qingjing Peak of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, so how can we be afraid of the Huanhua Palace?"
Ning Yingying: "No, it really wasn't me..."
Ming Fan: "If a disciple of Qingjing Peak is beaten, he must return it double!"
Shen Qingqiu cheered in his heart: Mingfan is such a promising kid, yes, yes, that's what I mean!
Tears welled up in the young palace mistress's eyes. Shen Qingqiu dove into the crowd of Huanhua Palace disciples and finally caught the howling old cat. He stroked its fur and comforted it, "Be good, I caught you. Don't be afraid."
No matter how stupid you are, you should have noticed that something is wrong.
The young palace mistress held her face in her hands and stared at him with resentment: "Hey! Who on earth are you? How dare you tease me like this?"
The disciples of Huanhua Palace surrounded him and shouted, "The Palace Master is asking you!"
Shen Qingqiu bent down and let the cat go, then stood up and pointed at the sneaky disciple hiding at the end, saying, "Why don't you ask who he is?"
Everyone's eyes immediately focused on that person.
The young palace mistress only glanced at him at first, but the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong. She could no longer care about Shen Qingqiu, so she turned her head away and asked suspiciously, "...Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?" She turned to her subordinates, "What about you? Who knows him?"
The disciple saw that the situation was not good, and shouted loudly, and everyone turned their spears and faced him. Shen Qingqiu took a breath and shouted: "Don't get close to him!" He picked up another green leaf in his hand and flicked it with his wrist.
This time, it wasn't just Ning Yingying who was stunned. Ming Fan was also stunned when he saw the leaf's momentum. The green leaf flew through the air with the sword energy of spiritual light, scraping the disciple's outer clothes and revealing the flesh inside.
Now, everyone looked as if they had seen a ghost. They retreated one after another, and some even jumped out of the tavern directly.
Scarlet skin!
This was exactly what Shen Qingqiu had guessed. In his opinion, there was only one kind of person who would behave like this.
A sower disguised as an ordinary person.
Only the exposed part of his body was painted with human skin color, but the rest of his body was not treated. Now that it was exposed, he simply threw away all hope, with bloodshot eyes, and rushed forward, as if he wanted to kill anyone he saw. Most of these disciples were young people, and they had only heard of this kind of monster but never seen it. When it really appeared before their eyes, everyone was terrified. Shen Qingqiu saw that the sower was about to pounce on a disciple of Qingjing Peak, so he dodged in front and kicked it in the chest, causing it to smash two tables and spurt blood.
Shen Qingqiu turned around and shouted, "Why don't you leave!"
Ning Yingying came up to him, crying and laughing: "Master, is it Master?"
No way, you can recognize me even with my beard pasted on like this? Although I was a little touched, I didn't leave decisively at this time, but stayed and called out his identity - I am really a bit stubborn!
Seeing that the sower was coming towards him again stubbornly, Shen Qingqiu sent Ning Yingying away with one hand as warm as spring, and with the other hand as cold as winter, he fired a fire spell at the enemy.
Missed.
No, it didn't pop out!
Shen Qingqiu felt that the Lingxiao blood that had been lurking in his body for many years was stirring in his throat again.
There is no solution to this poison that likes to lose its chain at the critical moment. It's enough!
I snapped my fingers several times in a row, but not a single spark came out. It was like a lighter without oil, clicking and clicking, but no sparks came out.
Shen Qingqiu was so angry that the sower had already rushed over and hugged his thigh.
Shen Qingqiu: “…”
He subconsciously raised his right hand that had suffered so much. Sure enough, three red spots were happily taking root and sprouting.
It's not fair! Why does he get infected so quickly every time?
Perhaps it was the grief and anger that triggered the last snap of his fingers, and a ball of blazing flames finally ignited between his fingers. Shen Qingqiu kicked away the sower who was hugging his thigh, and chopped down with a blazing ball of fire!
The sower's body was engulfed in flames and screams. Ning Yingying and Ming Fan rushed over from both sides with tears in their eyes: "Master!"
There was no point in pretending now, Shen Qingqiu stretched out his hand and scratched his face randomly, restoring his original appearance, and said: "Is anyone infected?" Then he said earnestly what he had always wanted to say to others: "Take the medicine quickly, and don't stop taking it!"
A man and a woman cried in his ears, one loud and one soft, "Master, we finally found you. What's going on..."
Before Shen Qingqiu could reply, he suddenly felt a chill on his back. He pushed his two disciples aside, and the Xiu Ya Sword came out from his clothes. With a clang, it blocked the young palace mistress's fine iron whip.
If the young palace mistress was just angry for a moment in her quarrel with Qing Jingfeng, this time she really wanted to kill him. She used a short whip in her hand like a knife or an ax.
Shen Qingqiu asked a question he had wanted to ask for a long time: "What are you crazy about?"
The young palace mistress's face was covered with tears. She cried and shouted, "You traitor, give me your life! Give me back the lives of my brothers and sisters!"
Shen Qingqiu first thought that she was crying for the dead and injured disciples of Huanhua Palace at the Immortal Alliance Conference, but who knew that the next sentence, the young palace mistress screamed: "You killed Senior Brother Gongyi, I killed you!"
Shen Qingqiu's spirit flow swirled on his fingertips, and he clamped the tip of her whip with two fingers.
He was extremely shocked: "What did you say? Gong Yixiao died? When did it happen? Who did it?"
Even in the original work, the worst that happened to Gong Yi Xiao was that he was just sent to a remote branch of Huanhua Palace to make soy sauce, right?!
The young palace mistress asked, "Who did it? I'll ask you!"
The disciples of Huanhua Palace all gathered around him and said, "Thief, avenge the brothers and sisters who are guarding the water prison!"
Shen Qingqiu felt cold in his heart. The number of disciples guarding the water prison was probably close to a hundred. Could it be that they were all killed without missing a single one?
Ning Yingying said angrily, "There's no way I can explain it to a little girl like you. Didn't you see that Master doesn't know about this?" The disciples of Qingjing Peak immediately joined the melee.
Shen Qingqiu saw that swords and knives had no eyes, and there was no point in letting them continue fighting like this. Without time to think carefully, he turned over and jumped out of the tavern, saying lightly: "Come out!"
Sure enough, both sides ignored the fight and rushed out after him.
As soon as he stood on the street, Shen Qingqiu was speechless. On the whole street, a long line of monks in different uniforms were waiting in a serious manner.
After all, there was such a commotion in the bar just now, it would be unreasonable not to be attracted over here, right...
Shen Qingqiu tapped his feet, flew onto the roof, and stood steadily on the eaves. He took a deep breath and uttered from his dantian: "Liu-Qing-Ge!"
Someone stood up with a sword in hand, angrily scolding, "Shen Qingqiu, you have such a vicious heart. You deliberately fled here and lured all the people from various sects here, just to collude with the demons and catch them all here in one fell swoop, repeating the tragedy of the Immortal Alliance Conference?"
Anyway, it's not too much to put any hat on him now, right?! Shen Qingqiu looked carefully. Isn't this the leader of the Tyrant Sect that he ordered to tear his clothes just now? Just when he wanted to communicate with him, a sharp sword energy came from the east. A man in white clothes holding a sword came at lightning speed. The momentum was too fierce, and a gust of wind was brought up for no reason, which directly knocked the man off his sword.
Liu Qingge stepped steadily on the Chengluan Sword and asked, "What's the matter?"
Liu Juju is so reliable!
Shen Qingqiu said sincerely: "Take me flying."
Liu Qingge: “…”
Shen Qingqiu said: "My poison has taken effect again, and I can't lift the Qi Sword. I can only fall from the sky with my sword."
Liu Qingge sighed and said, "Come up."
The crowd below kept criticizing them, saying things like "the Cangqiong Mountain Sect harbors filth" and "the Baizhan Peak and Qingjing Peak are in cahoots with each other", but the two pretended not to hear them. Riding the Luan Sword, they soared into the sky, with the sound of hunting winds in their ears, leaving behind more than a dozen people with the Yu Sword behind them.
Liu Qingge asked: "Where are we going?"
Shen Qingqiu said: "I have to go to the eaves of the tallest building in the city. I'll trouble you to help me block these people later."
Liu Qingge said: "What's wrong with you? It was you who went into the water prison, and it was you who escaped from the water prison."
Shen Qingqiu said: "...Nothing, just free time."
Suddenly, Liu Qingge shouted, "Jump."
Shen Qingqiu: "What? They haven't arrived yet."
Liu Qingge: "Something is coming this way."
Without saying a word, Shen Qingqiu jumped up immediately and crouched on a rooftop. Liu Qingge's sword made a dazzling series of upside-down turns in mid-air, stopping the extremely powerful Cheng Luan and looking somewhere intently. Shen Qingqiu followed him to look.
But I heard a sneer from behind: "What are you looking at?"
Shen Qingqiu almost stumbled on the spot.
The words "You wait!" were not just words.
That's right, when has Luo Binghe ever been someone who "just talks"?
They actually risked being attacked by the Heart Demon Sword to capture him... What a deep resentment!
Luo Binghe looked like an ice sculpture with raging fire inside. It would explode at the touch of a button and freeze at the touch of a button.
He stared at the two of them intently, slowly stretched out a hand towards Shen Qingqiu, and said: "Follow me."
Shen Qingqiu said softly: "Gong Yi Xiao is dead."
Luo Binghe's body stiffened.
Shen Qingqiu continued: "The disciples guarding the water prison in Huanhua Palace are also dead."
There seemed to be a flash of red in Luo Binghe's pupils.
He said coldly, "You won't believe anything I say anyway. Stop talking nonsense. I'll ask you again, can you make it?"
He stubbornly refused to withdraw his hand. Before Shen Qingqiu could answer, more than ten people suddenly descended from the air from all directions, and surrounded them on the eaves with swords. The leader was the man from the Tyrant Sect again. This time, he lowered his body slightly, as if he was standing on the sword to prevent himself from being thrown off again, and shouted: "Shen Qingqiu is ours, no one else can touch him. Leave it to us Tyrants..."
Luo Binghe suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Get out!"
He didn't even pull the sword out of the scabbard, but a powerful spiritual current burst out from his body. It was as if there was a whistle in the ears of everyone present. This time, dozens of people were all knocked several feet away, along with their swords.
The disciples of Tyranny Sect encountered a truly tyrannical and domineering aura and were completely annihilated. The remaining onlookers were all horrified.
This young man in black has such great cultivation, why have we rarely heard of his name before?
Liu Qingge pushed Shen Qingqiu: "Go! Do what you want to do!"
Shen Qingqiu said: "No need. Just leave it to me!" 5:2, 5:2, he had not forgotten this data. He asked Liu Qingge to come just to ask him to help catch some small fish, and just in case, he would not let him die!
But these two were definitely not the kind of people who would listen to others when they were eager to fight. They would fight without saying a word, or even a word. The power of the Luan Sword was as strong as a rainbow, but Luo Binghe did not draw his sword. Instead, he gathered his spiritual power in his hand, used his palm as a blade, and faced the attack directly!
Shen Qingqiu knew why he couldn't draw his sword. A duel between masters doesn't allow for any slackness, and it's easiest to be taken advantage of at this time. The consequences of the demonic energy invading the brain and killing people in public are not simple. Luo Binghe actually has two sets of cultivation systems in his body, one for spiritual energy and one for demonic energy. Because he was a successful hybrid, the two systems don't interfere with each other and work well on their own. When necessary, they can combine the two different attack methods of the left and right hands to exert their power. But now, first, he can't draw his sword, and second, it's inconvenient for him to use demonic energy, so the killing power is somewhat discounted, so he actually fought Liu Qingge to a draw.
There was a huge noise from the eaves, and white rainbows and spiritual light exploded simultaneously. The fight was so fierce that the monks from various sects below did not dare to intervene.
Even the most ignorant and tactless newbie can see that being hit by the murderous aura of these two people is not fun!
They fought so fiercely that Shen Qingqiu actually felt a little itchy. If it weren't for the fact that this little bastard Wu Kejie was acting up at such an inappropriate time, he would really want to go up and fight him. But now was not the right time. He squinted his eyes at the sky, counting the time, and leaped to the highest level. The wind was howling in the sky, as if it could blow him down.
Luo Binghe looked at them from afar, and suddenly became anxious and had no intention of continuing the fight. A fierce anger rose in his eyes, and he covered the hilt of the long sword behind him with his backhand.
How dare he draw his sword here? !
Shen Qingqiu said: "Luo Binghe, don't be impulsive!"
Luo Binghe shouted: "Too late!" He turned his wrist and summoned the Heart Demon Sword along with a black aura visible to the naked eye!
The Chengluan Sword stabbed straight at him, and Luo Binghe lightly flicked the Xinmo Sword's thin blade, as if waves of trembling spread out from it, and Chengluan actually stopped in mid-air.
Liu Qingge had never encountered such a situation where Cheng Luan didn't obey her orders before, and for a moment she was shocked. However, Shen Qingqiu knew that the situation was serious.
If Luo Binghe were to be devoured by his inner demons, these people would have no need to live, and he himself would not be able to be the male protagonist anymore!
He drew out the Xiu Ya Sword and said, "Luo Binghe, come here. It's time to end this today."
Luo Binghe raised his head and gave him a gloomy look. The next moment, his figure flashed in front of him, less than three feet away. He raised his hand again and created a barrier that covered the entire roof and isolated everyone else.
Seeing Shen Qingqiu take a step back, Luo Binghe smiled with a twisted expression: "End it? How do you want to end it? Can you and I still make a clear decision now?"
How can you not tell?
Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, and although he held the sword in his hand, he had no intention of fighting. In fact, he couldn't do anything with the sword in his hand.
He said: "At this point, I have nothing to say except that, it is indeed fate that cannot be defied."
Destiny = system, system → male protagonist.
Luo Binghe sneered: "Destiny? What is destiny? Is it to let a four-year-old child be bullied and no one come to his aid? To let an innocent old woman die of anger and hunger?"
He said, took a step closer, and said aggressively: "You want me to compete with a dog for food? Or do you want the person I have devoted my heart to to deceive me, abandon me, betray me, and personally push me into a place worse than purgatory?!"
He said, "Master, you see me like this now, but do you know how I survived those three years underground?"
"In the Abyss of Infinity, for three years, all I thought about was my Master every moment of every day."
"I've been thinking about it for so long, and finally I figured it out."
There was a hint of viciousness in Luo Binghe's smile.
"Destiny, either doesn't exist at all, or it is something that should be trampled underfoot!"
The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and the last wisp of cloud disappeared without a trace. The sunlight shone nakedly across the entire city, shining brilliantly, as if red gold was everywhere.
Shen Qingqiu withdrew his gaze from the sky. Because he was looking directly at the sun, it seemed as if tears were shining in his eyes.
Speaking of which, Luo Binghe has a lot of responsibility for what has happened today. Although he had no choice.
Luo Binghe was stunned when he saw his expression soften suddenly. But at the same time, his headache suddenly became more severe. He gritted his teeth and clenched the Heart Demon Sword, which was about to break free.
No. At least not here, or I will be attacked by it!
Shen Qingqiu suddenly said softly: "Don't let it overwhelm you."
Hearing this sound, it felt as if I was still on the Qingjing Peak back then.
Luo Binghe's mind became more and more unstable, as if there was a sharp blade tumbling in his brain, and the Heart Demon Sword suddenly burst into black flames. This time it was fierce, and Luo Binghe was in unbearable pain when he suddenly felt someone gently embrace him.
A spiritual force poured into Luo Binghe's body like a dam thousands of miles high collapsing, sweeping across like a flood, instantly extinguishing the evil spirit in his heart that he had forcefully suppressed, like a torrential rain after a long drought.
Luo Binghe's breathing was smooth and his movements were flawless, but Ke Xin suddenly felt cold.
Self-destruct!
Some of us have already shouted out in shock: "Shen Qingqiu blew himself up!"
Shen Qingqiu let go of Luo Binghe and slowly backed away, stumbling a bit on the way.
Xiu Ya Sword fell first. Its owner had already detonated his spiritual power, and the sword, while still in the air, had already broken into several pieces.
Shen Qingqiu always had the habit of swallowing blood, but at this moment he let the blood gush out.
After his spiritual power exploded, he was now a useless person who was not even as good as an ordinary person. His voice was light and drifting, and most of it was blown away by the wind. However, Luo Binghe still heard it clearly.
What he said was, "I will return all that was done to you today."
It's the last good thing I've done.
Then, he leaned back and fell from the building.
Luo Binghe was just staring blankly at first. Everything in his eyes was slowed down countless times. Even the moment when Shen Qingqiu fell was so slow that every movement was clear and incomparable. The body falling in the air was like a blood-stained paper iris. When Luo Binghe's body moved first and caught him before he hit the ground, he realized that Shen Qingqiu's body was light and thin, empty and without a trace of spiritual power. It was really like a paper iris that would break if torn.
You don't even need to tear it apart, it's already fallen apart.
He still didn't dare to believe it.
Doesn’t Master hate his bloodline?
Why would he help him suppress the backlash of the Heart Demon Sword even at the cost of his own spiritual body exploding?
There seemed to be people around shouting things like "the devil must be defeated" and "killing one's relatives for the sake of justice".
Luo Binghe's mind was in a trance. He just hugged Shen Qingqiu and murmured, "Master?"
The disciples of Qingjing Peak finally arrived. Ning Yingying had heard that Luo Binghe was not dead, so she was surprised and happy at first sight. But when she looked at Shen Qingqiu, who had calmed down and closed his eyes, she turned around and said tremblingly: "A Luo... Master... What happened to him?"
Liu Qingge came over, blood still on his lips, and said sullenly, "He's dead!"
All the disciples were stunned.
Suddenly, Mingfan shouted, "Who killed him?!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Luo Binghe.
Although strictly speaking, it cannot be considered that Luo Binghe killed him, Shen Qingqiu did self-destruct in front of him, this is the truth.
Ming Fan and the disciples behind him drew their swords and were ready to die. Liu Qingge said, "You can't beat him."
Ming Fan's eyes were red: "Uncle Liu, then Uncle Liu can kill him and avenge Master, right?!"
Liu Qingge said calmly: "I can't beat him either."
Mingfan choked.
Liu Qingge wiped off the blood and said, "He didn't kill Shen Qingqiu either."
"It's just that, although I wasn't killed by him, I died for him." Liu Qingge spoke every word like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath: "This vengeance must be avenged!"
Luo Binghe turned a deaf ear to him, and was in a state of confusion. He was at a loss as to what to do. He was still holding Shen Qingqiu's body, which was rapidly cooling down. He seemed to want to shout and shake him vigorously to wake him up, but he didn't dare to, as if he was afraid of being scolded. He said in a stammering voice, "Master?"
Ming Fan shouted, "Don't call me Master anymore. Qingjing Peak can't bear the responsibility! Junior brothers, let's go. If we can't defeat him, at most we will be beaten to death by him!"
Ning Yingying raised her hand to stop him. Mingfan was furious, thinking that Ning Yingying still remembered their old relationship, and scolded: "Junior sister, it's already happened now, why are you still confused?!"
Ning Yingying said, "Shut up. You are rushing to die like this. Does Master know? What would he say if he knew? Master would rather be infected than let us suffer and be bullied. Are you so desperate to die like this?"
She suddenly became tough. Mingfan was stunned. After a while, tears began to flow.
He burst into tears and said miserably, "But... if that's the case, Master is being wronged..."
"It was clearly not him who did it, but everyone said he was colluding with the demons and put him in a water dungeon... He didn't even have a chance to clear his name."
He choked up and said, "I obviously like this kid so much... After the Immortal Alliance Conference, he refused to return the Zhengyang Sword to Wanjian Peak and insisted on keeping it for himself and building a sword tomb in the back mountain... I was heartbroken for a long time... and in the end, he ended up like this!"
Luo Binghe listened in a daze, as if it were a dream or reality.
Is that so?
Master is actually also... very sad?
Ning Yingying took a step forward, her eyes red, but her tone was calm. She said, "A Luo, although we were not present at the Jinlan City incident, we have heard about it. I don't know why you didn't return to Cangqiong Mountain or Qingjing Peak even though you didn't die. I also don't know why you didn't speak up for Master, and I don't know what happened at the Immortal Alliance Conference. But Master's years of nurturing and cultivation are not fake."
After a pause, she continued, "If you feel that Master has treated you badly in the past, think about the day you lost the jade pendant. Senior brothers were inexplicably defeated, and you must have thought that something was wrong. Picking leaves and flying flowers can be used as weapons. A small punishment will be imposed, and there will be no second person on Qingjing Peak."
Picking leaves and flying flowers? Picking leaves and flying flowers?
Luo Binghe couldn't help but hug Shen Qingqiu tightly.
He whispered, "I was wrong, Master, I really...know I was wrong."
"I...I didn't mean to kill you..."
Ning Yingying said loudly: "That's all I have to say. Even if Master has done something wrong to you in the past and you really can't get over it, today I can finally repay you for it all, right? From now on, you..."
At this point, she couldn't bear it anymore and turned her head away: "Please... don't call him Master."
"Also"?
Yes. Master seemed to have said "return it to you" just now.
Could it be that... I threw him into the abyss in the past, and now I am throwing him off a tall building?
Luo Binghe panicked.
"I don't want you to return it. I... I'm just angry," he said to himself, "I'm just that you acted like you saw a ghost when you saw me. You talked and laughed with others, but you didn't even want to talk to me. You were always suspicious of me... I was wrong." He stuttered, wiping the angry blood off Shen Qingqiu's face as he spoke.
"You don't like me because I'm a demon, and you're a righteous person in the human world. I'm just afraid that if I go back to Cangqiong Mountain, you'll chase me out. I think if I can get the Huanhua Palace, I think that will make you happy..."
Luo Binghe trembled and said: "Master... I really..."
The author has something to say: Thank you minasuegn for the rocket launcher and Bao Mibai, three-inch sunlight, 16287268, jellyfish, fruit garden, unreliable pig, and 16291906gn for the mines.
I want to say sorry to everyone. The reason for the slow update is that I write slowly and there are a lot of typos. If I don't revise the text, it's almost unbearable to read, and I'm also afraid of poor quality. As for the plot, there is absolutely no intention to drag it out. If some gns think that the development is too slow, it's because I didn't grasp the rhythm well. If some gns think it's too hard to bear... or... let's grow fat?
Anyway, thank you all! I tried my best to make it thicker and longer today.
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