Xue Ziyu came to tell Su Qingyi the news of Qin Zichen's return to the mountain. Su Qingyi was teaching Song Han how to practice swords. After hearing Xue Ziyu's voice transmission, she immediately went to Asking Sword Cliff. Song Han was stunned for a moment, and then there was a cold light in his eyes. Seeing that Su Qingyi didn't turn his head back and rushed forward, he endured it, and then followed, unhappy: "Qingyi, you forgot me."
"Oh, didn't I expect you to follow me?" Qingyi waved her hand absent-mindedly and said, "My master is back, who cares about you!"
With that said, the two arrived at the door of Wenjianya's hut, and Su Qingyi ordered: "You stand here, don't go in." Then she straightened her clothes, pushed the door in by herself, and said respectfully: "Master, this disciple came to visit you."
Qin Zichen seemed to be injured, his face was as pale as the white shirt on his body, Dan Hui was seriously taking the pulse, and ignored Su Qingyi, Qin Zichen nodded towards Su Qingyi, but didn't say much.
"Take a good rest." Dan Hui put away his hands, dug out a few bottles of medicine from the medicine box, and said with hatred, "If you go on like this, I'll see how you ascend. It's not yet the time to cross the catastrophe, first Play with your own body..."
"Shut up." Qin Zichen said coldly, raised his eyelids and glanced at the other party. Dan Hui immediately shut up angrily, took out the silver needle, roughly pulled open the sleeve on Qin Zichen's arm, and stabbed it with one needle!
Qin Zichen ignored his retaliation, looked back at Su Qingyi, his voice softened a lot: "How is your sword practice?"
"Return to Master, I have finished all the "Ten Directions Sword"."
Qin Zichen nodded, and continued: "I brought you Wenling grass specially for washing spiritual roots. When you become a single spiritual root, your path of cultivation will definitely be smoother."
As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the room became cold. Dan Hui shook his hand, and blood came out from under the silver needle. Qin Zichen frowned and looked at him. Dan Hui took back the silver needle and said seriously: "There is something... I have to talk to you say clearly."
"Um?"
"Qingyi's spiritual root is gone, I have done my best, and it has nothing to do with me."
As soon as the words fell, Qin Zichen suddenly raised his head and shouted coldly: "What's going on?!"
"Master..." Su Qingyi knelt on the spot, and said in a trembling voice, "This is my fault..."
Before he finished speaking, a young man in white suddenly rushed in, hugged Su Qingyi, raised his head towards Qin Zichen and cursed: "What are you doing!"
Su Qingyi was stunned for a moment, seeing Qin Zichen's increasingly stern face, pushed Song Han who had rushed in suddenly, and said anxiously, "Kneel down!"
Song Han didn't speak, he hugged her and pressed his lips tightly. Qin Zichen closed his eyes, and the overwhelming pressure came. Song Han's face changed drastically, and he was pressed down on the spot.
"Who are you?" Qin Zichen didn't open his eyes, and there was no warmth in his tone. Su Qingyi hurriedly said: "Master, this is my sword slave...you listen to my explanation..."
As soon as the words fell, Song Han's figure was swept out of the room by a gust of wind, and hit the big tree outside, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Before Song Han could get up, dozens of sword intents erupted from Qin Zichen's body, pierced through Song Han, and nailed him to the tree!
Condensing the sword intent into a solid body, this skill made Su Qingyi amazed. However, after a while, Su Qingyi got up anxiously and ran out: "Song Han..."
"Kneel down!" A powerful force appeared from the air and came from her shoulders, forcing Su Qingyi to kneel down again on the spot. No one dared to speak anymore, and everyone felt the ice-like coldness in the room. Qin Zichen didn't open his eyes, Dan Hui obediently kept silent and pretended that he didn't exist. The room was quiet for a long time, Qin Zichen finally opened his eyes slowly, his eyes were indifferent and calm, and he couldn't see the angry appearance just now, and told Dan Hui: " Go see him."
Dan Hui nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and ran out quickly. Qin Zichen turned his head to look at Su Qingyi, and said lightly, "Speak."
Su Qingyi hurriedly told the ins and outs of everything, even Ran Yan's part. Qin Zichen frowned slowly: "So, Su Qinglian is with you?"
"Yes..." Su Qingyi hesitated a little: "The disciple has made an oath of heart demon, and will let her go when the time is right."
"Is she still useful?"
"I'm afraid that there are falsehoods in her words, so I want to confirm them one by one first. If there are falsehoods, it won't be too late for the trial."
"Where are you going to let her go?" Qin Zichen grasped the key point, Su Qingyi was slightly taken aback, did not expect Qin Zichen to react so quickly, and couldn't help laughing: "When the time is right, the disciple will let her go at the door of Senior Brother Ziyu."
Qin Zichen nodded, and immediately understood what Su Qingyi meant.
A person like Su Qinglian always weighs pros and cons in doing things. If she is really punished, she may not be telling the truth. In the exchange of interests, she may be able to come up with a few useful words. Although Su Qingyi promised to let her go with the heart demon oath, how to let her go, where to let her go, and whether she really doesn't care about her after letting go are another matter. Put the person who harmed his junior sister at Xue Ziyu's door, and if Xue Ziyu didn't kill her, she would be sorry to ask Jianfeng people.
"Did she believe it?" Qin Zichen frowned, and Su Qingyi smiled slightly: "Maybe she believes it, maybe she doesn't. But it doesn't matter. The disciples will verify her words one by one, because I don't believe everything she says."
"Yes." Qin Zichen nodded and said directly, "Let her come out."
Su Qingyi hesitated for a moment, then released Su Qinglian. As soon as Su Qinglian appeared from the Qiankun bag, she saw a man who was as handsome as a fairy. He looked at her quietly, his eyes were indifferent, but those eyes were like a deep well in a cold pool, sucking people down infinitely. Something from his eyes reached her eyes and mind all the way, countless memory fragments turned over in her mind, Su Qinglian Immediately realizing that something was wrong, he secretly recited a formula, cut off his own memories, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood!
Qin Zichen didn't look at her anymore, and said calmly, "Go."
Everyone didn't realize what he meant, only Su Qinglian realized immediately, the killing intent came overwhelmingly, Su Qinglian recited a formula almost instantly, that is, at that moment, a white jade sword stabbed into her chest The abdominal cavity burst out with a huge brilliance, and her body was smashed to pieces in the strong wind brought by the brilliance, without even leaving a drop of blood, it just dissipated in the air.
Su Qingyi was so shocked by this incident that she was speechless. Qin Zichen seemed to subvert her impression once again. This style of killing regardless of the reason seemed to be a bit different from his usual image of a gentleman.
But... this is indeed the style of a swordsman. Qin Zichen is indeed a typical swordsman, and he is particularly violent.
Su Qingyi slowly recovered, and finally said: "Master, it's not that I don't intend to kill her, it's just..."
"I know how to search for magical arts." Qin Zichen frowned, looking back at Su Qinglian's memory: "I have already searched her memory, if you want to know anything, you can ask me. She has told you most of what she should tell you. There is only one thing, Yuan Zhenzi was not killed in a fight. The last time Su Qinglian saw him was after Ran Yan, the demon king, left. He was alone in the room and cut off his meridians. Before he died, he only had one sentence , If possible, I really want to take Yan'er to Penglai. It started here and ends here. Su Qinglian probably wanted to mislead you and let you mess with high-ranking monks. She didn't know who killed you, and she was just playing tricks to fool you."
"Yes." After searching her memory, Su Qingyi immediately felt relieved, but she was a little puzzled, how could Qin Zichen know such evil spells
"You did a good job," Qin Zichen suddenly praised her, "Su Qinglian believed you because you look so stupid."
Hearing this, Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing: "Because someone told me that people who look too smart will make people defensive, and only those who look like they are taking advantage of others can get what they want more easily."
"Then why did you leave the mountain without authorization and destroy the spiritual roots?"
Because I believed in the evil of the system...
I have to do the mission, I have to go out of the mountain gate. Before I go out, the system swears to protect me, but when the big formation set up by the monks in the out-of-body period suddenly loses the chain, I can only rely on myself. So blame me for the existence of Linggenmu
Blame me for having a system...
Su Qingyi scolded the system desperately in her mind, but the system huddled in the corner and did not dare to say anything. She was in a daze, and Qin Zichen didn't speak. He rubbed the edge of the teacup, as if he was thinking about something seriously.
After a long time, he lowered his eyes and said: "No matter why you left the mountain, and no matter what relationship you have with your sword slave, the sword cultivator focuses on cultivating the mind, self-control and self-discipline, and don't be careless..."
"Master, Song Han and I don't have this kind of relationship!" Su Qingyi was a little broken. She didn't care what others said, but somehow felt that Qin Zichen couldn't think of her like this. Qin Zichen nodded: "It's just a reminder."
As he said that, he seemed a little tired: "You go down first, I'm going to meet your master once."
Su Qingyi nodded hurriedly, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she walked out of the house.
He had never seen Qin Zichen in a state of rage before, and never thought that the other party could be so powerful.
Not long after she walked out, Qin Zichen raised his head and violently overturned the square table on the couch. Dan Hui heard the sound coming in, and said anxiously: "My ancestor, what kind of evil fire are you throwing?"
Qin Zichen turned around and left without saying a word. Dan Hui said anxiously, "Remember to take your medicine!"
"Quarrel."
Qin Zichen finally spoke, and Dan Hui almost choked on his words. After getting rid of Danhui, Qin Zichen went directly to Nanshan, where many seniors of the Heavenly Sword Sect lived, including his master, Yun Xuzi.
Yun Xuzi is an old man in gray robe who loves life. When Qin Zichen went, he was chasing the chicken at the door. The chicken ran towards Qin Zichen. Yun Xuzi roared angrily: "Qin Zichen, are you trying to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?!"
"Are you a chicken?" Qin Zichen raised his eyebrows. Seeing that his apprentice seemed to be in a bad mood, Yun Xuzi hurriedly said, "Zichen, you haven't come to see me for a long time. I'll cook chicken for you today."
Qin Zichen didn't speak, Yun Xuzi picked up the fainted chicken, and walked to the kitchen, Qin Zichen followed in, watched his master skillfully kill the chicken, and said slowly: "Master, if a person loses his spiritual root ,what to do?"
"What should I do? Be an ordinary person. Raise some chickens and ducks every day, live in peace for a hundred years, and then wait for reincarnation, isn't it good?"
The chicken feather was quickly plucked clean in Yun Xuzi's hands. Qin Zichen lowered his eyes: "What if she wants to cultivate immortality?"
"Cultivator?"
Yun Xuzi plucked the chicken feathers clean, put them on the cutting board, chopped them down with a kitchen knife, and said in a drawn-out voice: "That's going to be difficult, first tell me who you're talking about?"
"My disciple."
"You've accepted me as an apprentice?!" Yun Xuzi turned around with a kitchen knife in his hand, with a look of shock on his face: "Zi Chen, when did you abandon me?!"
Qin Zichen: "..."
He looked at the kitchen knife in Yun Xuzi's hand, and said calmly, "Master, the key point."
"Oh, okay, since I'm a disciple, I can only tell you this unique skill, which is..." As he spoke, Yun Xuzi raised his head with regret and said, "Chop off half of your spiritual root and give it to her, and then take Wenling Grass! After a hundred or eighty years, there will be two independent spiritual roots. But during this period, your cultivation will drop by more than half, and she can be a blessing in disguise, and save the spiritual power in your spiritual roots. For your own use."
"It must be me?" Qin Zichen frowned, Yun Xuzi smiled: "That's not true, but you know, your spiritual root is about twice as thick as an ordinary person's," Yun Xuzi gestured, and then Said: "So if you split half of it to her, you will become a normal person from a genius, and ordinary people can only change their spiritual roots. Who do you think you can find to change?"
Qin Zichen stopped talking, he thought for a long time, and said slowly: "What else?"
"What else?" Yun Xuzi chopped the chicken, showing a wretched smile: "Well, speaking of it, it's your benefit. Although the spiritual root is separated, it's still one, so before the spiritual root is fully repaired , the two of you should set a good time and exchange spiritual energy... This is a bit similar to the practice of double cultivation... "
"Oh." Having said that, Yun Xuzi raised his head: "Is your apprentice a woman?"
Qin Zichen said with a dark face, "Is there anything else besides this?"
"No more." Yun Xuzi chopped the chicken, cleaned his hands, and walked deep into the cave. There was a huge bookshelf at the bottom of his cave. Yun Xuzi raised his hand, and a tattered book floated to him In his hand, he patted the dust and handed it to Qin Zichen: "Here, this is the book."
Qin Zichen lowered his head, and saw Yun Xuzi's notes written crookedly on it, "Spiritual Roots and Acacia Records"
Isn't this really a pornographic novel
Qin Zichen felt that this issue was worth considering. However, he still took the booklet, and when he walked out, Yun Xuzi suddenly said: "Zi Chen, although I don't care much about you, as a master, I still have some small wishes."
"Your talent is excellent. At this rate, ascension is just around the corner. Once the spiritual root is divided, most of the cultivation base will drop. Once the other party betrays, I am worried that your Taoism will be damaged. Is this person worth it? Think it over carefully."
Qin Zichen didn't speak, he nodded while holding the book, and turned to leave.
After going back, he flipped through the book casually, Qin Zichen was a little tangled, he wanted to help Su Qingyi, but is the price worth it
He thought about it all night, and finally decided to see Su Qingyi. When I went there, Su Qingyi was practicing sword, and the morning sun slowly rose behind her. She and Song Han were practicing the Shifang Sword, with exactly the same posture. at hand.
Both of them were dressed as disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, with blue robes and white shirts, looking extremely harmonious. Qin Zichen held the white jade sword in his hand, and his heart, which was always calm, was slightly bitter.
However, the bitterness is just such a slight and shallow feeling, like pouring a drop of bitter tea into a cup of clear water and slowly spreading out, it doesn't make people feel so uncomfortable.
He quietly recalled how he felt when he saw Su Qingyi and her new boyfriend together.
How sad he was at that time, he was so sad that he couldn't speak.
There are always so many people around her. If she doesn't like him, there will be another one; even if she likes him, there may not be another one. She is like a butterfly flying around, everyone likes her, but she never stays for anyone.
After cultivating Taoism for fifty-two years, he is no longer the youthful Qin Zichen he was back then, like an old man who cherishes the past so much, yet is so calm.
It seemed that nothing could really touch him, except the moment when he realized that Su Qingyi was dead.
Su Qingyi was a dream he never realized when he was young, and because he didn't get it, it was always beautiful.
He looked at the two quietly. After a long time, Su Qingyi stopped and saw Qin Zichen standing under the tree. She wiped off her sweat with a handkerchief, and said to Song Han, "Your injury is not healed yet. If you are beaten by my master again, there will be no Master Danhui to heal your injury. Go back to the house and stay away from my master."
Song Han didn't speak, he pursed his lips, seemed very unwilling, Su Qingyi ignored him, wiped his sweat and walked to Qin Zichen, and said gently: "Master, when did you come?"
Qin Zichen didn't speak, just watched her quietly, a gust of breeze blew, and the peach blossoms fell on the tip of her hair. Qin Zichen raised his hand and twirled the peach blossom petals in her hair.
When he moved, the wind carried his breath, the fragrance of green pines and cypresses, as if that person hugged her. Su Qingyi froze, and heard the other party ask her: "Qingyi, is it okay to be a mortal?"
The peach blossom petals fell into Qin Zichen's white hands, Su Qingyi was stunned, and then said: "Master, is there no other way?"
Qin Zichen didn't speak, but Su Qingyi immediately understood that there was a way, but the price was too high. She pursed her lips tightly and said in a low voice: "Master, no matter how much the price is, I am not afraid."
"If it's life in exchange, a lifetime of pain or even... body, would you be willing?"
"Why don't you want to?" Su Qingyi smiled bitterly. She lived her whole life to find out what happened back then and avenge her parents, relatives and friends. Without spiritual roots, as a mortal, she would agree if she had no worries in the previous life, but now it is impossible.
"Su Qingyi," Qin Zichen pursed his lips, holding the peach blossom in his hand: "What do you want?"
"Me?" Su Qingyi chuckled, "Master, I will tell you what I want in the future."
If one day she can get her justice cleared, she will tell him.
Qin Zichen stopped talking, he already understood her choice, after a long time, he sighed, "Go back."
"Master," Su Qingyi looked up and stared at him: "There is a way, right?"
"Let me think about it." Qin Zichen sighed, "Let me think about it."
As he spoke, his figure was hidden in the air. Su Qingyi looked at the place where he disappeared, and felt that the tip of her nose seemed to still smell of him, the faint fragrance of green pines and cypresses.
Back at Wenjian Cliff, Qin Zichen sat on the futon and looked at the word "Wenjian" carved with a sword on the opposite cliff, feeling at a loss in his heart.
Do you want to sacrifice? does it worth? He wants to protect her, but is it worth it for him to do this
Thinking more deeply, if he really gave her his spiritual roots, if he really had to be physically entangled for a hundred years, would he still be able to keep his Dao heart
I have never obtained it, and I can look forward to it from afar. If you got it, how would you want to lose it
Qin Zichen thought quietly, flipped his hands over, and a mirror appeared. This is the questioning mirror, which is used to provide monks with illusions for enlightenment and cultivation of mind. Qin Zichen dripped his own blood into the mirror and closed his eyes. After a while, the surrounding sunlight gradually warmed up. He heard someone whisper, "Zichen, I don't like you, I'm sorry."
Opening his eyes, he saw a girl in a pink dress and a white dress, holding a book in her hand, smiling gently at him.
How old was he that year
Sixteen, the first time I mustered up all the courage to say I like someone, and then I was severely rejected. The next day when he was walking on the school road, he heard others pointing fingers: "Oh, it's that Qin Zichen from Class 1 who wears school uniform even at class reunions. I heard that he didn't take a shower for several days. He confessed to Chen Hanyu yesterday."
"Just like him?"
"Yeah, I'm so fat, my family conditions are poor, and I still want to chase after the school belle hahaha..."
"Actually, I don't think it's important to have money at home, but I really don't like Qin Zichen like that. He's too fat."
"At least one hundred and eight, right? And it stinks..."
The girls talked a lot, he pretended he didn't hear anything, walked across the school road, and clenched his fists secretly. Not long after, a boy pulled Chen Hanyu and led a group of teenagers to block him. He turned around and asked Chen Hanyu, "Is he the one pestering you?"
The boy was tall and handsome, wearing a famous brand, even Qin Zichen, who didn't know much about the brand, knew that it must be very valuable.
Chen Hanyu felt a little helpless: "Gao Chen, I don't like him, so don't cause trouble."
Gao Chen snorted coldly, walked up to Qin Zichen, and kicked him. Qin Zichen was kicked so much that everyone burst into laughter. He gritted his teeth and did not dare to fight back. Gao Chen circled around him: "You are very courageous. Don't you know that Chen Hanyu is my girlfriend?"
"I'm sorry..." He trembled, tears rolling in his eyes.
"Slap yourself." Gao Chen slapped me, and everyone present heard it. He was beaten until staring at him, and he heard the other party say: "Just hit like this, say while hitting, I like you, but I'm poor, fat and stupid, I'm not good enough for you."
Qin Zichen didn't speak, but someone next to him kicked him on the knee, forcing him to kneel down, grabbed his hair and said, "You don't understand people's language, do you?!"
"I was wrong, Brother Gao, I was wrong." The severe pain made Qin Zichen cry out instantly, fear overwhelming, everyone around looked at him, but no one extended a helping hand.
He is just a child from an ordinary family. His parents are old and poor workers. He has no friends. He is different from these proud, handsome and rich teenagers.
He couldn't provoke them, so he raised his hand and slapped himself on the face. It rang in his heart.
"I like you, but I'm poor, fat and stupid, and I don't deserve you."
"I like you, but I'm poor, fat and stupid, and I don't deserve you."
"I like you, but I'm poor, fat and stupid, and I don't deserve you."
…
He didn't know how many times he read it and how many slaps he slapped. Blood dripped on the ground, and his heart was numb.
Why should you like someone? He is not qualified at all.
Why should I confess? How about saying this
Never love someone again, it hurts too much, and my heart is too sad.
Tears mixed with blood fell down. Then a voice came.
It was a girl's roar, full of anger, and the moment the sound appeared, a fist hit Gao Chen's face.
"I fuck your mother!"
"Su Qingyi!" Gao Chen roared angrily, and was about to fight back, but Su Qingyi raised his head and said coldly, "Did you fucking try?!"
Gao Chen's fist stopped in mid-air, and Su Qingyi sneered: "As for the little crappy company run by your father, who gave you the guts to beat people in school? And Chen Hanyu, if you use your plastic face again Disgusting me, don't blame me for tearing it apart!"
No one dared to speak. Everyone knew that Su Qingyi was not only a rich second generation, but the mayor was also his uncle. This was not simply a matter of being rich. It is because she is so rich and powerful that no one dares to control her every day with a group of gangsters in school.
It's just that no one expected that Su Qingyi, who is usually domineering on campus, would actually do good deeds today.
After scolding Gao Chen and Chen Hanyu, Su Qingyi turned around and saw Qin Zichen still kneeling on the spot, slapping herself with slaps. She walked over quickly, grabbed his wrist, and shouted angrily, "Stop hitting him!"
Qin Zichen was stupefied, he raised his head blankly, and saw Su Qingyi who appeared in his field of vision unexpectedly.
Short purple hair, black leather jacket, left ear pierced from earbone to earlobe, eyes full of anger.
The sun was behind her, making her look noble and distant, like a god and redemption.
"Stop hitting." She softened her voice: "I'm coming."
From that moment on, she became his salvation from then on.