Chapter 91 Extra: Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu
With a clang.
Shen Jiu kicked the small black wooden basin away.
He folded his hands and said nothing. The boy, who was probably fifteen or fourteen, shrank back.
The brothers beside him were all glaring at him, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Shen Jiu, don't be so overbearing. You didn't buy this street, so why can't you let us live here too!"
This street is wide and flat, with people coming and going. Some pedestrians are watching the children fighting, but most are just walking in a hurry.
If you want to beg, it is indeed a good place for feng shui.
This kid dared to challenge him. Shen Jiu lowered his head and was about to pick up a brick to teach him a lesson. Just then, a tall boy walked over. When he saw him rolling up his sleeves and lowering his head, he hurried over to stop him and said, "Xiao Jiu, let's go somewhere else."
Shen Jiu said: "No. I'm here."
The young man took the opportunity to complain: "Seventh Brother, he bullied me."
Yue Qi said: "I'm not bullying you, Fifteen, Xiao Jiu was just joking with you."
Shen Jiu said, "Who is kidding him? I'll tell him to get lost. This is my territory, and I'll kill anyone who tries to steal from me."
With Yue Qidan in front, Shiwu became bolder and shouted, "Don't think you're so great. Every time you go to a new place, you occupy the best seat. Everyone has been wanting to beat you up for a long time!"
Yue Qingyuan reproached, "Fifteen." Shen Jiu kicked Yue Qi's calf during the struggle, "You dare to beat me up if you want to? You just complain when you have no ability. Bastard, who is your seventh brother? Try to shout again!"
"You are a bastard. You should be sold off sooner rather than later! Sold off to be a turtle man!"
Yue Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Where did you learn such nonsense!" He pulled Shen Jiu to the side of the road and coaxed him: "Okay, you are the most capable. We don't care about the place, let's go to another street."
Shen Jiu stepped on his foot: "Get out of here! Are you afraid of him? I'm not afraid of him in a one-on-one fight or in a group!"
Yue Qi knew that if Shen Jiu really fought with them, he would use ruthless tactics, digging out eyes and poking at crotches, and it would be others who would suffer and cry. He suppressed his laughter and said, "Have you stepped on me enough? Stop it. Brother Qi will take you out to play."
Shen Jiuye said fiercely: "What the hell! It would be fun if they were all dead."
Yue Qi looked at him and shook his head helplessly.
There are seven and nine, so naturally there are one to six.
However, among the early batch of children, those above the age of six were either sold or died early.
Shen Jiu was a small, skinny guy. Yue Qi was sitting on the ground, holding his head. In front of him was a piece of "blood writing", which said that both his brothers and parents had passed away, and that he had been in trouble in finding relatives in other places, and was lonely and helpless.
According to the requirements, Yue Qi should cry loudly, but he couldn't cry no matter what, so this task always fell on Shen Jiu, who was supposed to pretend to be sick and die.
He is small with a pretty face, and he cries loudly. Passers-by feel pity for him and donate money to him generously. It is no exaggeration to say that he is a money-making tree.
Later, as Yue grew older, he became less and less willing to do this kind of work, so he was sent to patrol the area.
The two were about to go around this busiest street when they suddenly heard a burst of rapid horse hoofbeats.
The vendors on both sides were horified, some pushing their carts, some running away, as if they were facing a powerful enemy. Yue Qi didn't understand what was going on, Shen Jiugang dragged him to the side of the road, and a tall horse came around the street with a clatter.
The horse bit was made of pure gold, shining brightly and heavy, and on it sat a young master who was very energetic. He had a brilliant face, long eyebrows and eyes, and two bright lights in his black pupils, which were so bright that they pierced people. The hem of his purple robe spread widely on both sides of the saddle, his sleeves were tightly gathered, and in his white hands he held a black whip.
Shen Jiu was dazzled by the golden color and couldn't help but stick his head out. Yue Qi quickly dragged him back and the two of them moved away.
Not long after walking, they suddenly heard screams and a group of little brothers ran over and threw themselves at Yue Qi, frightening him so much that his nose and eyes were about to burst into tears. Shen Jiu was furious, and Yue Qi hurriedly asked, "Why are you crying? What's wrong?"
Someone screamed, "Fifteen is gone!"
Yue Qi immediately stopped in his tracks: "He didn't follow?"
The child cried out: "It was too chaotic on the street just now, I didn't see clearly..."
Yue Qi said: "Don't be impatient, speak slowly."
It turned out that the young master on horseback led his servants around the corner and saw Fifteen and the others at the corner of the street. He wrinkled his nose and asked, "Where are you from?"
A servant said, "Master Qiu, I wonder where this beggar came from."
The young master asked, "Why do you keep these filthy things?"
The servants did not need any further instructions from their master and rushed over to attack.
Fifteen had finally managed to wrest the territory from Shen Jiu, so how could he be willing to be chased away like this? He stretched his neck and shouted, "What right do you have to chase me away..."
He was about to say "this street is not yours", but the young master waved his hand, a black shadow fell, and a bloody whip mark appeared on his face.
The whip marks were only a few millimeters away from his eyeball. Fifteen didn't have time to feel the pain, he was just stunned by the shock.
The young master smiled and said, "It's not because of anything. It's because this street was built by my family."
Fifteen didn't know whether he fainted from fear or pain, but he fell to the ground with a thud.
Shen Jiu burst into laughter before he finished listening, but he soon stopped laughing. Yue Qidian found that a few people were missing and turned back to say, "You go first, I'll be right over."
Shen Jiu gloated over the misfortune: "Don't meddle in other people's business. Does Qiu really dare to kill them?"
Yue Qi shook his head and said, "You go back first. I'm the oldest, I can't just ignore him."
Shen Jiu said: "You won't die. At most you'll get a beating. If you can't kill me, I'll just learn my lesson."
Yue Qi said: "Go back."
Shen Jiu couldn't stop him and scolded: "Seventh Brother, you are too nosy!"
After cursing, he followed.
Qiu Jianluo thinks Shen Jiu is very interesting.
It's like beating a dog. If you hit a dog, it will droop its head, shrink to the side and whimper. It's not threatening, but it's also meaningless. But if you step on this dog, it will growl and grumble, look at you in fear, and dare not resist. This is much more interesting.
He slapped Shen Jiu in the face. Shen Jiu must have cursed the Qiu family's ancestors a hundred and eighteen times in his heart, but he still had to take the kick obediently and stretch his face over to let him hit him.
It's really fun!
Qiu Jianluo thought about it and couldn't help laughing out loud.
Shen Jiugang got beaten up badly and huddled aside with his head in his hands. Seeing him laughing so hard, he really thought he was a lunatic.
Qiu Jian Luogang locked up Shen Jiu for a few days when he bought him back, and he was covered in dirt. Seeing that he was disgusted, he picked up the kitten and gave it to a few burly servants to "clean up" him.
So, Shen Jiu was really washed thoroughly, and his skin was almost scraped off, before he was taken back to the study.
After the old dirt on his body was washed off, his face, shoulders and arms were rubbing too hard, and they looked rosy. His wet hair was still steaming. He was dressed neatly and stood aside in a proper manner, looking quite pitiful.
Qiu Jianluo tilted his head and looked at it for a long time. He felt a little strange and a little happy. He didn't kick it as he wanted to.
He asked, "Can you read?"
Shen Jiu whispered, "How many do you know?"
Qiu Jianluo spread out a piece of snow-white paper and tapped the table: "Write it down and see."
Shen Jiu reluctantly picked up a small wolf hair brush, holding it in a very good position. He put a little ink in it, thought for a moment, wrote a "seven", paused, and then wrote a "nine".
Although the strokes are backwards, they are not crooked or tilted, but straight and elegant. Qiu Jianluo asked, "Where did you learn this?"
Shen Jiu said: "It depends on what people wrote."
This kid knows nothing and can only copy others, but he can actually fool people. Qiu Jianluo was very surprised.
So, he became more amiable, imitating the tone of his old teacher, praising him: "You have some talent. If you are willing to learn something in the future, you may be able to get on the right track."
Qiu Jian Luobi is four years older than Shen Jiu. At the age of sixteen, he is placed with high hopes by his parents. He was raised in a house built of golden bricks, and his parents don't care about anyone. The only treasure in his life is his younger sister Haitang.
Haitang is also the sweetheart of the Quanqiu family. Qiu Jianluo has always been a good brother to Haitang. In the past, he hoped that his sister would never get married, but after Shen Jiu came, he had other plans.
Qiu Haitang likes Shen Jiu very much.
If Shen Jiu can be taught well and become a cheap aunt, it seems not bad. With his sister by his side, Shen Jiu can continue to stay for fun. As long as he is honest and obedient, everything will be fine.
If she married him, she wouldn't have to travel far, and she would still have to rely on her own family for food and clothing, which was no different from not marrying him. Except for the possibility that she might be a good match for Shen Jiulue, who was a swan with a scabby face, there was almost nothing wrong with her.
Qiu Jianluo had a good plan and often warned Shen Jiu: "If you dare to make Haitang unhappy, I will kill you."
"Without Haitang, I would have beaten you to death long ago."
"People should be grateful and repay kindness. Our family has helped you become a human being, and even if you repay it with your life, it is what you should do."
The older Shen Jiu got, the more he understood that he could not disobey this man. He had to agree to whatever he said, and even if he felt uncomfortable in his heart, he could not show it, so as not to be beaten.
But deep down he always missed the day when he first met Qiu Jianluo, the only time he made that beast Qiu Jianluo go crazy.
Yue Qi insisted on taking Shiwu and the others back, and was about to run into Qiu Jianluo's horse hooves. In an instant, Shen Jiu forgot that Yue Qi had warned him that their "magic technique" should not be seen by others, and the gold turned into a sharp blade and pierced into the horse's bones.
Qiu Jianluo rode his horse in circles on the street, the horse jumping wildly. Shen Jiu cursed him in his heart and hoped he would fall off and break his neck. But Qiu Jianluo's riding skills were amazing. He sat steadily on the saddle with the horse's front hooves hanging in the air, roaring, "Who did it?! Who did it!"
Of course it was Shen Jiu who did it.
But if Fifteen didn't speak up when Qiu Jianluo came to the door later, no one would know that he was the one who did it.
If they hadn't saved him, Shiwu would have been trampled to death by the Qiu family. He saved his life, but betrayed them. Shiwu should have been trampled to death. Yue Qi shouldn't have gone back to save him. He deserved to die!
Shen Jiu relied on repeatedly chewing on these sweet but useless vicious associations to gain comfort and get through the torment day after day.
Shen Jiu thought a lot about why Seventh Brother didn't come back to find him.
He might be found with a broken leg while escaping, or starved to death on the way without any dry food, or no immortal mountain would take him in. He also thought about how he would cry and dig a grave for his bones if he died, and how he would save him from the dire straits at all costs if he was alive - even though Shen Jiu himself had just escaped from a wolf's den and entered a tiger's den, and was also in dire straits.
But he never thought that they would meet again under such circumstances.
He repeatedly raised his sword and swung it, blood splattered everywhere, the scene was tragic. His eyes were splashed with blood, but he just blinked his eyelids, without any other expression, and his movements could be said to be calm and skillful.
After Wumenzi took him out of the Qiu family, what he taught his "apprentice" the most was how to kill, set fire, steal, and fish in troubled waters. For example, during the Immortal Alliance Conference, he robbed a group of childish and ridiculous children from aristocratic families who thought they were elite cultivators, took away their storage bags, and disposed of their bodies.
When Yue Qi discovered him, he must have been stunned by his appearance that was neither human nor ghost. He even ignored the corpses of disciples from other sects on the ground and took two steps forward.
Shen Jiu shuddered and raised his head suddenly.
Yue Qi saw his face clearly, and his eyes turned red in an instant.
Shen Jiu hurriedly said in a sharp voice: "Don't come over!"
He was actually a little confused, and his first reaction was to throw himself to the ground, snatch the help fireworks from the corpse, and release them into the sky.
Yue Qi was still in shock, and he stretched out his hand towards him as he walked, opening his mouth to shout -
A strange laugh came from the dense forest nearby.
"My dear disciple, who is this person who scares you like this? Are you afraid sometimes?"
Shen Jiuyi let go of the firework tube in his hand and fell to the ground silently.
He turned around abruptly: "Master, I'm not afraid of him. I just lost my grip and let those people on the ground release the fireworks for help. I'm afraid someone will be here soon!"
Yue Qi finally realized that the situation seemed very critical. He remained calm and gathered a burst of spiritual power at his fingertips.
Wu Yanzi snorted, "When I saw the fireworks just now, I guessed that this was the case. You've always been very skillful, so what happened this time?"
Shen Jiu lowered his head and said, "It's all my fault."
Yue Qi stood in front of them, raised the sword in his hand, and looked at Shen Jiu with his slightly red eyes. His voice was hoarse, but very firm: "You can't leave."
Shen Jiu glared at him.
Wuyanzi looked at him, then at his sword, and sneered, "From Cangqiong Mountain Sect. Or from Qiongding Peak. Xuansu, Yue Qingyuan?"
Shen Jiu was slightly startled after hearing this, and quickly said, "Master, since he is from Cangqiong Mountain, we can't kill him in a short time, so we'd better run away quickly. If they catch up with us, we'll be finished!"
Wu Yanzi sneered and said, "Although the Cangqiong Mountain Sect is big, I am not afraid of a young man. Not to mention that he is seeking death himself."
When he and Yue Qi really started fighting, Shen Jiu found that his previous concerns about Yue Qi's life were ridiculous.
He was terribly afraid of his "master" Wumengzi, but Yue Qi or Yue Qingyuan could easily defeat him even without drawing his sword.
But he couldn't be completely assured, because he was familiar with Wuyanzi's fighting style and life-saving trump card. Wuyanzi had a set of evil black spells, and he had seen Wuyanzi throw out these spells countless times after he was at a disadvantage, and unexpectedly killed his opponents. Even many famous monks could not escape his trick, not to mention that Yue Qi now had little experience in fighting enemies and was very methodical.
But Wumenzi didn't have the chance to throw out the black talisman this time, because Shen Jiu stabbed him in the back with a sword.
Yue Qi grabbed his hand and ran for his life. After a fierce battle, the two were still in shock and leaned against a tree, gasping for breath.
After calming down, Shen Jiu began to look at Yue Qi carefully.
He was calm and composed, well-dressed, and looked like a noble man. He was nothing like the miserable people he had imagined.
This is Yue Qingyuan, not Yue Qi.
Yue Qingyuan was excited and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, Shen Jiu asked calmly, "Have you joined the Cangqiong Mountain Sect?"
Yue Qingyuan had no idea what he was thinking about. His excited expression faded a little and his face gradually turned pale.
"You are the first disciple of Qiongding Peak, why don't you come back to find me?"
"I……"
Shen Jiu waited for a while, but didn't get any further words, so he said, "Why don't you continue? I'm waiting for you. I've been waiting for several years anyway, so it doesn't matter if I wait a little longer."
How could Yue Qingyuan continue speaking?
Shen Jiu folded his arms and finally heard Yue Qingyuan's low voice: "Seventh Brother is sorry for you."
A cold rage filled Shen Jiu's heart, as if he could really taste the bloody smell in his nose and mouth.
He was first a rat who swallowed his anger and waited for a beating, then a rat who lurked in the dark and was wanted by everyone. No matter how he changed, he was still a rat. He hid his head and tail and could not see the light. He wasted his years and wasted his time. Yue Qingyuan was a phoenix that truly flew to the treetops and a carp that jumped over the dragon gate.
He said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... All you knew before was to say sorry."
Shen Jiu sneered and said, "It's useless."
Some people are born bad. Shen Jiu thought that he was probably this kind of vicious bad. Because he had an extremely strong and clear idea:
He would rather see the shabby corpse of Yue Qi who died in an unknown corner than see an elegant and safe Yue Qingyuan.
There are too many things and people that Shen Jiu hates.
If a person hates everything, then it is hard to say what a good thing about his character is.
Fortunately, when he became Shen Qingqiu, he already knew how to at least keep it from being superficial.
Among the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, the person he hated the most was undoubtedly Liu Qingge.
Liu Qingge was successful at a young age, with outstanding talent, strong spiritual power, and amazing swordsmanship. He came from a wealthy family and had both parents. Any one of these things would be worth his gritting his teeth and tossing and turning for three days and three nights, let alone having all of them in one person.
At the annual martial arts performance of the Twelve Peaks of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, Shen Qingqiu's opponent was Liu Qingge.
The outcome was, of course, a loss.
There is nothing shameful about losing to the future leader of Baizhan Peak. In other words, it should be this way. This is normal.
But Shen Qingqiu would never think so. What he could see was not the admiration of others for him sticking with him for so long, but the natural arrogance of Liu Qingge when she pointed the tip of the Chengluan Sword at the tip of his throat.
Qingjing Peak calls itself the Gentleman Peak, and Shen Qingqiu plays the gentleman role very well, but Liu Qingge always makes him angry and he doesn't even want to waste his energy pretending to be harmonious with his fellow disciples.
Shen Qingqiu said: "Liu Qingge, I killed you long ago!"
Liu Qingge glanced at him: "On you?"
There were only two words, but Shen Qingqiu heard endless viciousness in them and turned his wrist.
Yue Qingyuan saw that the situation was not good, so he pressed down his elbow, stopped him from drawing his sword, and turned around and shouted, "Don't leave yet!"
Liu Qingge seemed too lazy to continue lingering around, and sneered, and disappeared in an instant. Only two people were left in the Nuanhong Pavilion, one in dishevel, and the other in a tidy manner.
Yue Qingyuan pulled Shen Qingqiu up from the bed, and said angrily, "How could you do this?"
Shen Qingqiu asked: "How am I?"
Yue Qingyuan said: "The disciples of Cangqiong Mountain Sect had a big fight in Qinlou and Chuguan. Does it sound good?"
Shen Qingqiu said: "If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who knows which sect it is! Cangqiong Mountain Sect is Cangqiong Mountain Sect. There is no rule in Cangqiong Mountain Sect that says disciples of our sect cannot come here. Cangqiong Mountain is not a Buddhist temple or Taoist temple. It has no right to control me from finding a girl."
The Cangqiong Mountain Sect had no explicit rules, but those who practiced Taoism should understand the principles of purifying the mind and cultivating the nature, and be self-disciplined, especially the Qingjing Peak, where the peak master had always been clean and self-disciplined. This unwritten consensus became Shen Qingqiu's excuse.
Yue Qingyuan was choked by him and was speechless. He swallowed his breath for a while and said sullenly, "I won't tell. Junior Brother Liu and the others won't tell either. No one will know. It's just... women will damage one's cultivation."
Shen Qingqiu sneered: "Didn't you hear the tone of your Junior Brother Liu's words? It doesn't matter whether you are damaged or not."
Yue Qingyuan was silent for a moment, then said, "Junior Brother Liu is actually not a bad person. He is not targeting you, he is just the same to everyone."
Shen Qingqiu sneered: "'It's the same for everyone'? Master Brother, please don't lie to me. It's the same for you too?"
Yue Qingyuan said patiently: "If you show him some kindness, he will repay you double."
Shen Qingqiu said: "The head brother is really considerate. But why didn't he show me some kindness first? Why didn't he show me some mercy first?"
Yue Qingyuan found it difficult to speak since he was so invulnerable to swords and guns.
Of course, he couldn't say it directly. If you hadn't tried every possible means to sneak attack him after the martial arts competition to embarrass him, you and Liu Qingge wouldn't be jealous of each other and hate each other. If he said that, Shen Qingqiu would definitely turn against him even more unfavorably.
The girl from Nuanhong Pavilion was scared away. Shen Qingqiu had no point in staying here. He threw away his hand, jumped off the bed, pulled up his clothes, put Xiu Ya into the sheath, turned around and said, "How did you know to come here to find me? Who told you the news?"
Yue Qingyuan said: "I went to Qingjing Peak, but I didn't see you. But I saw the fellow apprentices from Baizhan Peak preparing to go up."
"What are you going to do up there?"
“…”
This conflict was actually quite coincidental.
A disciple from Baizhan Peak went to a remote town to carry out a mission and happened to see a familiar person entering Nuanhong Pavilion.
Like Liu Qingge, the people of Bai Zhan Peak had no good will towards Shen Qingqiu. Seeing this opportunity, they were unwilling to let it go, and immediately followed him in, mocking Shen Qingqiu for pretending to be noble and upright, but actually going in and out of such a place, which was really a disgrace to their sect.
After a few words of disagreement, Shen Qingqiu beat him severely. After the disciple returned to Baizhan Peak, he was bumped into by Liu Qingge again. After questioning him, Liu Qingge flew into a rage and immediately rushed to settle the score with Shen Qingqiu, ready to hit him back without stopping.
If Yue Qingyuan had not caught the disciples from Baizhan Peak who were about to go to Qingjing Peak to surround Shen Qingqiu's bamboo house, who knows what would have happened to this small town after they smashed it.
Seeing Yue Qingyuan kept silent, Shen Qingqiu could guess that Bai Zhan Peak would not be planning to do anything good, so he did not ask: "What are you doing at Qing Jing Peak? Didn't I tell you not to come to me?"
Yue Qingyuan said: "I just want to see how you are doing."
Shen Qingqiu said: "Brother Lao Yue has taken great care of me. I am doing well. Although I am a nasty person, fortunately the leader of Qingjing Peak does not despise me."
Yue Qingyuan followed behind him and sighed, "If you are really living well, why don't you stay overnight at Qingjing Peak?"
Shen Qingqiu gave him a gloomy look.
He knew that Yue Qingyuan must have thought that he was being ostracized in Qingjing Peak.
In fact, he really guessed wrong this time. Although Shen Qingqiu was not liked by his peers, he was not excluded to the point where he couldn't even squeeze into a stall.
He just hated being around people of his own sex.
In those days, every time he was beaten by Qiu Jianluo, he would crawl into Qiu Haitang's arms and shiver. That was the only place he could hide. In the past, such a woman was the eldest sister among them. But after she got older, the eldest sister was sold to a weak old man as a concubine.
There is nothing shameful about liking women, but treating women as saviors and finding confidence in their arms is extremely shameful, Shen Qingqiu knows without anyone telling him, so he would never tell anyone, especially Yue Qingyuan.
Shen Qingqiu said slowly: "If I say that I am not having a good time in Qingjing Peak, what are you going to do? Get me into Qiongding Peak?"
Yue Qingyuan thought about it and said solemnly: "If you want to."
Shen Qingqiu snorted decisively: "Of course I don't want to. I want to be the first disciple, are you willing to give me this position? Are you willing to let me be the head of the sect?"
He dropped his fist and said, "Among the twelve peaks, Qingjing Peak is at least ranked second. I might as well wait to sit in this position."
Yue Qingyuan smiled bitterly: "Xiaojiu, why do you always have to be like this?"
Hearing this name, Shen Qingqiu's back shuddered, and he felt extremely annoyed: "Don't call me that!"
Among the Qing generation, Shen Jiu was very clever and quite liked by the peak master. Therefore, although he had been in the sect for a short time and his foundation was not as good as others, he was still chosen as the next successor. After the peak master named the first disciple, the original name was discarded.
Qiu Jianluo had forced him to learn to read and write in the past, but Shen Jiu refused to learn and became mad with hatred. But now, he was smarter than others in reading and memorizing books, so he won the favor of the leader of Qingjing Peak. What's even more ridiculous is that there are so many names in the world, but the leader just happened to give him the name "Qiu".
No matter how ridiculous it is, or how much he gnashed his teeth, Shen Qingqiu would not give it up. This name represents his brand new life from now on.
Shen Qingqiu gathered his thoughts and said with a smile, "I have forgotten the original name.
"Please forget it, Master Brother.
Yue Qingyuan looked at his smile, and even if he had more to say, he couldn't say it.
Shen Qingqiu finally lost his patience and went to Qiongding Peak.
Shen Qingqiu always went to Qiongding Peak as little as possible. As for Yue Qingyuan, he would not see him if possible.
The annual Twelve Peaks Martial Arts Competition was quite a hassle for him.
The twelve peaks of Cangqiong Mountain Sect have a fixed ranking, which has nothing to do with the strength of each peak, but is determined by the time when the first generation of peak masters of Cangqiong Mountain Sect became famous. The way the later generations of peak masters address each other is determined by the ranking, not the order of their admission. Therefore, even though he entered the sect much later than Liu Qingge, Qingjing Peak ranked second, only after Qiongding Peak, and Baizhan Peak ranked seventh, so Liu Qingge still had to call him "Senior Brother" honestly.
But at the same time, because of this ranking, the disciples of Qiongding Peak and Qingjing Peak are always arranged in the same formation, and the first disciples have to stand together.
When Yue Qingyuan couldn't catch him at other times, he would seize the opportunity to ask questions non-stop. From big things like cultivation experience to small things like warmth and coldness. Although Shen Qingqiu was not tired of being annoyed, he was not stupid enough to embarrass the head disciple of the sect master in front of the public. Yue Qingyuan asked twenty questions, and he answered one, being distant but not rude, but in his heart he was thinking about the magic formula he had memorized last night and thinking about other things.
This was the funniest scene at the annual martial arts competition. These two people might not know it, but for many disciples, before the martial arts competition officially began, watching the two chief disciples, one ignoring and mumbling quietly, and the other absent-mindedly enduring and humming, was the only fun during the long speeches of the peak master.
Therefore, when Shen Qingqiu took the initiative to go to the Qiongding Peak, not only was Yue Qingyuan surprised and happy, but almost all the disciples present found it extremely interesting.
Shen Qingqiu, however, had nothing to say, and he had no interest in being made a fool of himself. He applied for the right to reside and cultivate in Lingxi Cave, and then ran away.
Lingxi Cave was filled with spiritual energy and isolated from the outside world. Shen Qingqiu walked inside, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.
After all, the wasted days under Qiu Jianluo and Wu Yanzi still had some impact.
Of the new generation of peak masters, Yue Qingyuan was naturally the first to achieve the Jindan stage. Qi Qinglai and Liu Qingge broke through almost at the same time, and even Shang Qinghua from Anding Peak, who was a mediocre person, caught up with the realm before he officially took the throne.
The more anxious Shen Qingqiu became, the more he got stuck there. He was anxious and restless, as if he had swallowed hundreds of kilograms of tobacco and firecrackers every day, burning his stomach and brain, making him restless and angry.
Naturally, no one dared to provoke him when he was like this. But just because they didn't dare to provoke him, it didn't mean Shen Qingqiu would let him go.
It was obvious that Luo Binghe, with the wrong introductory skills he had given him, should have reached the point of bleeding and exploding to death, but why didn't that happen? Instead, his realm was steadily improving!
I've told Ning Yingying thousands of times to stay away from Luo Binghe and not to get involved with them, so why can I see them whispering in front of me every day!
Shen Qingqiu was suspicious and always felt that everyone was discussing behind his back the fact that he was unable to form a pill. They were dissatisfied with his position and wanted to secretly replace him.
If I can't break through during this Lingxi Cave closure...
Shen Qingqiu was on the stone platform, thinking wildly, and he broke into a cold sweat. He couldn't breathe, and there were stars in his eyes. At the same time, there was a spiritual power running rampant in his veins. This was no small matter. He panicked and sat down quickly, trying to regain his mind.
Suddenly, he felt someone approaching from behind. Shen Qingqiu felt his hair stand on end. He suddenly raised his Xiu Ya, half-unsheathed it, and shouted, "Who?!"
A hand gently pressed on his shoulder.
Yue Qingyuan said: "It's me."
Shen Qingqiu: “…”
Yue Qingyuan continued to transfer spiritual energy to him, calming the violent and agitated spiritual energy flow, and said, "It's my fault. I scared you, Junior Brother."
Shen Qingqiu was really frightened by his own crazy thoughts just now. Because of this, he couldn't stand being exposed by others. He said angrily: "Who are you trying to scare?! Doesn't the head brother never go into the Lingxi Cave for retreat? Why would he want to take my place as soon as I came?"
Yue Qingyuan said: "It's not that I never come in. I... have been in here before."
Shen Qingqiu was puzzled: "Who cares whether you have been here or not?"
Yue Qingyuan sighed: "Junior brother, can't you just stop talking and concentrate on calming down?"
On the dry candlestick, a fire was burning faintly.
After seeing the whole picture of the cave he had chosen, Shen Qingqiu was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Has anyone fought a life-and-death battle here?"
The walls of the cave were covered with traces of knife and axe cuts, like the layers of scars on a person's face, ferocious and terrifying.
Yue Qingyuan said behind him: "No. Fighting is not allowed in Lingxi Cave."
In addition to the sword marks, there were also large patches of dark red blood.
Some of them looked like they were pierced through the body by a sharp blade and sprayed up. Others looked like someone had knocked their forehead against the rock wall, as if begging for something, over and over again.
Shen Qingqiu stared at the bloodstains that had almost turned black, and said, "So... someone died here?"
When the two of them were together, Yue Qingyuan usually talked tirelessly. He had never said a word before. Shen Qingqiu was not used to it, and his skin was covered with goosebumps. He reluctantly said, "I heard that Lingxi Cave sometimes imprisons people who have gone astray?"
After a long while, Yue Qingyuan uttered a faint "hmm" and did not comment.
Shen Qingqiu said: "It seems that this person really wanted to get out. He struggled for a long time before dying."
If all this blood came from the same person, you would be half dead if you didn't die.
As Shen Qingqiu was speaking, he suddenly felt that there was something wrong with Yue Qingyuan's hand on his shoulder.
He asked in alarm, "What's wrong with you?"
After a while, Yue Qingyuan said, "Nothing."
Shen Qingqiu shut up.
He couldn't see Yue Qingyuan's expression, but his hands were shaking slightly.
When Shen Qingqiu woke up, he felt a slight coolness coming from the wounds on his body. The burning pain that was worse than death before was relieved a lot.
He forced himself to open his eyes, and saw a figure approaching him, kneeling on one knee, bending down to check on his condition.
The black hem was laid flat on the moss-covered stone floor, weighed down by an ancient long sword and several empty medicine bottles.
The sword was Xuan Suo. The man still had that gentle and handsome face, but it was much paler than usual and looked tired.
Of course it was Yue Qingyuan's face. At this time, only Yue Qingyuan would come to see him.
Shen Qingqiu spoke, his voice hoarse: "How did you get in?"
Luo Binghe was determined not to let him have an easy life, so how could he be willing to let Yue Qingyuan go to the water dungeon to help him breathe a sigh of relief.
Seeing that he could still speak, Yue Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief. While holding his hand, he whispered, "Stop talking. Concentrate your energy and focus your mind."
He wanted to transfer spiritual power to Shen Qingqiu so that the wound would heal faster. Shen Qingqiu finally didn't get rid of him this time, because he was thinking: That's right, he is the leader of a sect after all, no matter how tough Luo Binghe and the old man from Huanhua Palace are, they have to show some courtesy on the surface.
But it probably took a lot of effort to get in.
Spiritual energy flowed through the wound, and the pain of his skin and flesh piercing him like steel needles. Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and laughed out of hatred: "Luo Binghe, this little bastard, has quite a few tricks up his sleeve."
Hearing the deep malice in his tone, Yue Qingyuan sighed.
Yue Qingyuan is not actually a person who likes to sigh, but Shen Qingqiu always has the ability to make him full of wounds.
He said wearily, "...Junior Brother. At this point, why don't you think about your mistakes at all?"
Shen Qingqiu has always refused to admit his mistakes, especially in front of Yue Qingyuan, so don't even think about him letting go.
Shen Qingqiu said: "What's my fault? If Luo Binghe isn't a bastard, then what is he? Just wait and see. He won't be satisfied with just dealing with me. If there's going to be a big uproar in the cultivation world in the future, my only fault is that I didn't kill him with a single sword."
Yue Qingyuan shook his head, as if he had expected this answer, and he didn't want to give any advice or admonitions. Now that things had come to this, any advice or admonitions were useless.
He suddenly asked, "Did you really kill Junior Brother Liu?"
Shen Qingqiu didn't want to look at his expression when speaking.
But he still couldn't help but look up at Yue Qingyuan's expression.
He paused, then suddenly pulled his hand out of Yue Qingyuan's grasp and sat up from the ground.
Yue Qingyuan said: "I didn't expect that you would really kill him."
Shen Qingqiu said coldly: "I've already killed him, don't you think it's too late for you to blame me now?"
Yue Qingyuan said slowly: "I have no right to blame you."
His expression and eyes were extremely calm, so calm that Shen Qingqiu felt inexplicably annoyed and angry: "Then what do you mean?!"
"Junior Brother, have you ever thought that if you hadn't treated Luo Binghe that way, none of this would have happened today."
Shen Qingqiu laughed dumbly.
"Master, why would you say such a ridiculous thing? What happened has happened. Even if I have thought about it a thousand times or ten thousand times, there is no if, no then - there is no chance of saving it!"
Yue Qingyuan raised his face slightly.
Shen Qingqiu knew that his words were like stabbing a knife into his chest. He was relieved at first, but when he saw him sitting on the ground in a daze, staring at him blankly, with all his composure and dignity gone, he seemed to have aged many years in an instant, and suddenly a strange feeling welled up in his heart.
Probably out of pity.
He really felt a little pity for the head of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, Yue, who remained calm and composed even when faced with a mountain collapse.
This kind of compassion suddenly relieved something that had been pent up in Shen Qingqiu's heart for many years.
He thought happily that Yue Qingyuan had really been very kind to him.
No matter how guilty I feel, I should have made amends long ago.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Go now. I tell you, even if I do it again, the result will still be the same. I have a vicious mind and am full of resentment. Luo Binghe wants me to die a miserable death today, and it is all my own fault."
Yue Qingyuan asked: "Do you still have hatred in your heart now?"
Shen Qingqiu laughed loudly: "I just want to see others unhappy, so that I can feel happy myself. What do you think?"
"If you still have hatred." Yue Qingyuan nodded and stood at attention: "Pull out Xuan Su and kill me. At least it will make your hatred disappear."
Shen Qingqiu sneered, "Master Yue, I'm going to kill you here? Do you think the charges Luo Binghe has given me are not enough? Besides, who do you think you are? I am beyond help, and Master Yue thinks of himself as the panacea. It's really too much of a compliment."
Yue Qingyuan seemed to have mustered up his courage and called out, "Xiao Jiu..."
Shen Qingqiu said decisively: "Don't call me that."
Yue Qingyuan lowered his head, held his hand again, and injected endless spiritual power into him to relieve his injuries.
As if his courage had been shattered, Yue Qingyuan did not speak again for the next moment.
After losing, Shen Qingqiu said: "Get lost. Don't show up in front of me from now on."
Yue Qingyuan then walked out.
Go as far as you can, Master Yue.
If I can escape this disaster, from now on, I will never have any contact with people like Shen Qingqiu again.
Shen Qingqiu stared at the entrance to the cellar with his only remaining eye.
After watching for who knows how many days, Luo Binghe finally arrived.
Even in the dark and damp dungeon, Luo Binghe was still elegant and graceful, not stained by any dust, and the ground he stepped on turned into dirty black bloodstains.
"Master Yue really showed up as expected. I really have to thank Master for that mournful and tactful letter in blood. Otherwise, I would not have been able to do it so easily. I originally wanted to bring Master Yue's body back for Master to see, but the arrow was poisoned. When I approached and touched it lightly, Master Yue... Oh, I can only bring back a sword as a souvenir for Master."
Luo Binghe lied to him.
Luo Binghe is a shameless little liar who is full of lies. He has told too many lies.
But Shen Qingqiu didn't understand.
Luo Binghe sat down on the chair beside him. This was the seat he always sat on when he watched Shen Qingqiu wail and scream. He scraped the tea leaves floating in the steaming cup and commented: "A famous sword mates a hero. be very interesting."
He had thought about it countless times, the last time they met in the water dungeon of Huanhua Palace, he did his best to be sarcastic and vicious, and told Yue Qingyuan to get out, and Yue Qingyuan got out. He might not accept the invitation in the blood letter. But if anyone could think normally, they would not step into this trap that was not concealed at all.
I don't understand.
Why?
Didn't you say you wouldn't come?
Luo Binghe was quite satisfied with the result, and said with a smile: "Oh, by the way. Although the blood letter from Master is very touching, it is too sloppy and casual. After all, it was written in great pain, and I understand. So to show my sincerity, I specially attached two other things."
Shen Qingqiu understood that the “other things” were the two legs that originally grew on his body.
This is so funny.
He won't come when I tell him to. He comes when I don't want him to come.
Shen Qingqiu had a cold smile on his face: "Ha. Haha. Yue Qingyuan, Yue Qingyuan."
Luo Binghe was originally in a happy mood, but when he saw him smiling strangely, he became inexplicably unhappy.
He asked gently, "What are you laughing at?"
Shen Qingqiu ignored him and sneered.
Luo Binghe put away his smug look and said with concentration: "Master, you don't think that pretending to be crazy and stupid will work for me, right?"
Shen Qingqiu said word by word: "Luo Binghe, you are a bastard, do you know that?"
The surroundings suddenly became quiet.
Luo Binghe stared at him, and Shen Qingqiu stared back at him.
Suddenly, Luo Binghe raised the corner of his lips, and put his right hand on Shen Qingqiu's left shoulder and squeezed it.
The scream was shrill and frightening.
Blood gushed out from the cut on Shen Qingqiu's right arm. He screamed and laughed, gasping for breath: "Luo Binghe, hahahaha... Luo Binghe..."
The scene was extremely jarring.
To Luo Binghe, torturing Shen Qingqiu was originally a very pleasant thing. Shen Qingqiu's screams could make him feel like he was in ecstasy. But this time, for some reason, Luo Binghe was not so happy.
His chest was rising and falling more and more violently. He kicked Shen Qingqiu over, causing him to spin several times on the ground, blood all over the ground.
Luo Binghe had torn off his two legs in the same way, just like tearing off the limbs of a bug. After the pain was so severe that he felt like he was in hell, the feeling was unreal.
Shen Qingqiu, on the other hand, spoke clearly and logically: "Luo Binghe, you are where you are today because of me, why don't you thank me and instead be so ungrateful? You are indeed an ungrateful bastard, hahahaha…"
After his rage, Luo Binghe suddenly calmed down, smiled sinisterly, and whispered softly: "You want to die? How can it be so easy. Master, you have done many evil things in your life. You have harmed those who have grudges against you, and those who have no grudges against you. You are half dead and you still have a sect leader. If you don't die slowly and let everyone suffer at the same time, how can you be worthy of them?"
He waved his hand, and Xuan Su's broken sword fell to the ground.
Hearing this sound, Shen Qingqiu felt as if a fist was stuffed into his throat, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
With disheveled hair and bloodstained face, his eyes shone brighter and brighter as if burning with white fire. He moved towards the broken sword tremblingly.
Nothing is left.
Only one sword is left.
He was the one who made Luo Binghe what he is today, but who was the one who created his ending?
Yue Qingyuan shouldn't have ended up like this.
To fulfill a promise that was decades overdue and was of no use.
The sword cuts and kills.
It shouldn't be like this.
The blood line spread, and just when it was about to gather into a knot, it went astray.
Broken.
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