On the second day, Qin Zichen took Su Qingyi to Nanshan. As the only monk of the Heavenly Sword Sect during the tribulation period, Xuanhua lives at the top of Nanshan Mountain. When Qin Zichen went, Xuanhua was sitting in the house making tea. Seeing him bring Su Qingyi in, Xuanhua seemed to know them already Arriving normally, he put two cups of tea on the seat and said lightly, "Are you here?"
Qin Zichen and Su Qingyi saluted Xuanhua respectfully, and then sat down. Xuan Hua was still the same as when they met eight hundred years ago, with black clothes and a gold crown, his eyebrows and eyebrows hadn't changed at all, except for a warmer temperament, it seemed that time hadn't left the slightest trace on his face.
The fragrance of tea filled the hall, and Xuanhua's eyes fell on Qin and Su, as if he was nostalgic. After a long time, he said slowly, "Zi Chen, this is your Fuxiu disciple, right?"
"Yes." Qin Zichen nodded, rubbing the edge of the teacup, as if thinking about how to speak. Xuan Hua looked at the two of them, and after a while, he sighed and said: "Three hundred years ago, after I broke through to cross the catastrophe, I had a premonition that one day, the two of you will come back to find me."
Qin and Su were slightly taken aback, Xuanhua smiled and said gently: "Qingxu, Liuhui, long time no see."
Hearing these words, neither of them responded. After a long time, Su Qingyi laughed slowly, cupped her hands and said, "Indeed, it's been eight hundred years since we last met, long time no see."
"Back then, when I heard that Fellow Daoist Liuhui had ascended to the ascension, I was actually very regretful. Later, when I made a breakthrough and had a feeling for the Dao of Heaven, I knew something was wrong. There must be a catastrophe in the hands of the two. When I first met Zichen, I knew that there must be a connection between him and Qingxu. It's just that I never thought about it. Until today, you have only remembered the past."
"Then ancestor..." Qin Zichen said with some bitterness: "Why didn't the ancestor kill me first?"
People who practice Taoism to a certain extent will have a sense of their own destiny. Most people will find a way to avoid their doom, so as to successfully overcome the doom.
Xuan Hua smiled calmly, with a bit of bitterness in his smile: "I am not afraid of death, why should I kill you? If you can save Tianjianzong from disaster, what are you afraid of?"
"What is the doom of the Heavenly Sword Sect?" Qin Zichen frowned, Xuan Hua lowered his eyebrows, and said calmly: "All causes in this world will have consequences, and all evils will be rewarded. What happened back then... will not end here."
"I used to divination in the Moon Palace. In my lifetime, the Heavenly Sword Sect will fall. The only variable is you. So in those years, I took your birth date and traveled all over the cultivation world, and finally found you. Bring it back to the Heavenly Sword Sect and hand it over to Yun Xuzi."
"Yun Xuzi was your first apprentice back then, and he is different from people like me. He is upright in his heart and has no karma. I thought it would be perfect for him to teach you."
"So, Patriarch Xuanhua," Su Qingyi asked directly: "What happened back then? Who were involved?"
"Fifteen hundred years ago, I just founded Tianjianzong. At that time, Tianjianzong was just a small sect, without the support of spiritual veins, and the speed of disciples' cultivation was always slow. At that time, Penglai was also a small sect, but suddenly they had spiritual veins. , the cultivation speed of the disciples skyrocketed, quickly devouring other sects, and became one of the top ten sects. I made friends with Xiao He, the head of the Huanyin Palace, and we went to Penglai as ordinary disciples, and finally stole their book. The spirit vein formation. We don't understand the mystery of the formation, so we went to see Guanglan, the head of the Xingyun Sect, and planned to imitate Penglai's method together and squeeze into the ranks of the great sects."
"This formation was studied by Xingyunmen, and then a large formation was changed, which can train the best amethyst spirit veins, which is what you have seen. A pure yang body is used as the formation eye, plus a hundred Thousands of people came to offer sacrifices. This method is too sinister. If it was known by the big sect at that time, they would definitely not allow it. So we can only do it in private. With our strength at the time, only our three sects, It is impossible to complete this formation quietly. So Guanglan united with some small sects to do this together. At that time, we trained a total of five amethyst spirit veins, which were supposed to be divided equally with these small sects, but after the spirit veins were completed A few days ago, Xiao He came to me and said... that we five middle-level sects should swallow up the spiritual veins privately, and then allocate a part of them to those big sects to appease them, and then directly destroy these small sects, so that we can kill two birds with one stone. Other sects developed and grew stronger. At that time, I felt that what Xiao He said was true, so I agreed to this method, and Xiao He, Guang Lan, the head of Yijian Sect, Pan Sheng, and the head of Hehuan Palace, Hua Huanxiang, activated the formation in advance, and then started The spirit veins were removed. Those small sects didn’t dare to spread the matter, so they could only say that the spirit veins of the previous life were robbed, and then we fought with these sects for hundreds of years.”
"But not long after the spirit veins were moved back, the heads of our five sects discovered that the spirit veins were full of resentment and were summoning evil energy to ravage the sect. After we suppressed the matter, Guanglan came to me and said Liuhui He came up with a method, which was to sacrifice someone with pure yin and pure yang to suppress resentment. The people he wanted at that time... were you and Mr. Penglai Mei." As he said, Xuan Hua looked at Su Qingyi with guilt in his eyes.
Su Qingyi's face didn't change, she already knew most of these things, she just listened to it again from Xuanhua's perspective.
"But later they failed to catch the two of you, and finally caught a monk in the foundation-building period, and exchanged this monk for decades of peace. This monk was cursed by Guanglan, and every time he reincarnated, he The body of pure yang, so every time, our five sects will find him early, and then raise him up and sacrifice him in exchange for a moment of peace. Until one day... After his death, there will be no traces. At that time, Xingyun sect Yuan Zhenzi has a disciple named Ran Yan, who has a body of pure yang. What's more rare is that this woman has a pure and kind heart and excellent talent. If she can be allowed to practice the way of doing good, it will be an excellent sacrifice .”
Saying that, Xuan Hua closed his eyes in pain.
Su Qingyi didn't speak, pretending to be calm, but the hand holding the handrail trembled slightly.
"So," her voice seemed to be calm, but Qin Zichen heard despair from inside: "How many people were involved in this matter? How many people were arranged by that woman named Ran Yan by her side?" of?"
"Liuhui," Xuan Hua couldn't change his words, and said painfully: "The art of training pulse with people has been passed down to this day, and the beneficiaries are no longer the five sects. In most of the cultivation world, how many people have nothing to do with this matter? If it is suppressed If you can't hold back the grievances accumulated over thousands of years, the cultivation world will be over."
"So, how many people killed Ran Yan?!" Su Qingyi suddenly raised his head, Xuanhua was a little surprised, looked at Su Qingyi and said, "Why is Fellow Daoist Liuhui so concerned about Ran Yan?"
"You guys who have killed life after life, it's Ah Qi," Su Qingyi lowered her eyes, calming her violent heart, and said with a reason: "And what about the other innocent person? I know how Ah Qi is doing, I want to know what this other innocent person is like. Ancestor Xuanhua, all sins can only be saved from the worst situation if they are redeemed. If you don’t pay for the sins you have done, I will pay for you.”
Xuan Hua didn't speak, he stared blankly at Su Qingyi, after a long time, turned his head away, and said slowly: "I didn't participate too much in Ran Yan's matter. The last life of the reincarnated person who kept offering sacrifices was a A man from Yuanhan, he cultivated all the way to Yuanying, and he was quite friendly with me before he died. After his death, I suddenly got tired of it, so I broke through Mahayana and stepped into the tribulation."
"I have long regretted the past. If I hadn't asked for this spiritual vein back then, perhaps the Heavenly Sword Sect would have fallen by now, but it wouldn't have brought the entire cultivation world down with me today. Destiny should never be forced. It is destined, it should be your natural return, not your forced. So... When they told me that they wanted to train this child named Ran Yan to be the most perfect sacrifice, I did not participate in this matter The only thing I know... is that this child was given to Yuan Zhenzi by her parents."
"What's the meaning?"
Su Qingyi looked up in disbelief, and Qin Zichen grabbed her hand.
Warmth passed from Su Qingyi's hand all the way up, Su Qingyi regained consciousness, and turned to look at Qin Zichen.
He looked at her quietly, with calm and calm eyes. Although he didn't say anything, Su Qingyi suddenly understood that the man in front of him was always behind her, silent and reliable, for her to rely on and accompany him.
Xuan Hua lowered his head and poured tea, his voice full of sighs: "Her parents are Yuanying monks sheltered by the Xingyun Sect, and they exchanged it with Yuan Zhenzi for their family to freely enter and leave the spirit pool behind the Xingyun Sect."
"Just to go to a sect to take a dip in the Houshan Lingchi every day, her parents gave up on her regardless of her life or death?" Su Qingyi said hoarsely with sarcasm: "What about her clan? And, later When she grows up, her seniors, brothers and sisters, her relatives and friends, wouldn’t they have feelings after being raised for decades? Wouldn’t they be reluctant when the moment of sacrifice really came?!”
At the end, Su Qingyi couldn't help raising her voice.
Xuan Hua seemed to understand something, he lowered his eyes, looked at the green soup in the tea bowl, as if accepting his fate, and said slowly: "I went to see her once, when she was six years old. She is very cute At that time, she was playing hide-and-seek with her senior brother Shen Zhu, master Yuan Zhenzi, junior sister Ran Shu, and younger brother Ran Mo in the yard. Looking at it from afar, she couldn't help but feel that this is really the world's most happy children."
"At that time, I asked her uncle Jiang Chen, what should I do if I can't bear it when I grow up?"
"Jiang Chen told me that the life of an ordinary person is only a few decades. Let her live a good life for a few decades, which is already very good. When she is alive, she will be happy and happy. When she dies, she will die without knowing anything. It’s also a kind of happiness.”
"Happiness..." Su Qingyi murmured, and after a while, she couldn't help laughing out loud: "What kind of happiness is this?! Being planned by my relatives to be guillotined since childhood, what kind of happiness is this?! Xuanhua, you guys Don't people have feelings, don't they feel that what they do is insane?!"
Xuan Hua didn't speak, his face was calm, and he continued: "I can't face this kind of world. The longer the time, the more contacts I have, the more I feel that what I have done is too ridiculous. So I have since then , never came out of Tianjianzong again. One day later, Yuan Zhenzi came to me, and he begged me to save Ran Yan... "
He didn't go on talking, Su Qingyi gradually waited, she thought about the appearance of Yuan Zhenzi coming to beg Xuanhua, thinking of Su Qinglian saying that Yuan Zhenzi was subdued and watched her being sent to the altar to die, thinking of Yuan Zhenzi's suicide in the end The scene, her eyes slowly turned scarlet.
"What happened next?" Seeing Xuan Hua's silence for a long time, Wudao buzzed in her sword palace. Xuan Hua finally spoke, and said bitterly: "He knelt all night, but I... rejected him."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Wudao appeared in Su Qingyi's hands in an instant, and left through the air. The sword energy overturned all the utensils in the house, and the monks of the Mahayana period burst out in coercion and rage. Qin Zichen's face suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Qingyi!"
Xuanhua sat on the couch, motionless, Wudao barely stopped in front of him, the sword energy pierced the white skin around his neck, and blood flowed down, Su Qingyi trembling hands, said with difficulty: "Why don't you save her..."
Why not save her? Why did everyone give up on her
Since he was guilty, since he regretted it, why did Yuan Zhenzi choose to refuse when the most vicious-looking Yuan Zhenzi knelt down to beg him
Xuan Hua's face was pale, as if he had fallen into an endless nightmare. He raised his head tremblingly, looked at Su Qingyi, opened his mouth, and said slowly: "I'm sorry..."
Su Qingyi didn't speak, the sword pointed at him, he didn't seem to intend to resist, looked at Su Qingyi, tremblingly said: "You kill me... if this can appease your resentment, you kill me... let the innocent people…”
"Qingyi," Qin Zichen finally couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward, grabbed her sword, hugged her in his arms, and said gently, "Put down the sword, Qingyi."
Listening to Qin Zichen's words and looking into Xuanhua's eyes, Su Qingyi gradually calmed down.
She suddenly felt very tired, and Wudao, which she was used to, was extremely heavy in her hands. She slowly lowered her sword, lowering her brows and eyes.
"On the night of Ran Yan's sacrifice, how many people participated in it?"
"I... don't know." Xuan Hua said with difficulty: "I have said everything I know. After rejecting Yuan Zhenzi, I closed the death test. When I came out of the retreat, Ran Yan was dead, Yuan Zhenzi I also passed away. I don’t know more than others.”
"Does her senior brother know about Ran Yan?"
"I don't know, but her uncle Jiang Chen knows..."
Su Qingyi nodded and said nothing. She put Wudao into the sword palace, and turned around a little tired. Qin Zichen walked out behind her, Xuanhua looked at her back, stood up abruptly, and called out her name: "Ran Yan!"
Su Qingyi stopped in her tracks, Xuanhua saw her stop, tears welled up in her eyes, and said excitedly: "You forgive me... forgive us... okay?"
"You and Yuan Han..." He staggered forward and knelt down on the ground, as if seeing Su Qingyi as an incarnation of something, he said excitedly: "Together with the people of Chen Guo... and those who died, Forgive me! One thousand years... I have been thinking day and night whether what I did was wrong or right. I hope that the Heavenly Sword Sect can flourish, and I don't want to let Ninghua's painstaking efforts be drowned in the world... But..."
Xuan Hua trembled and crawled down, crying bitterly: "You are all innocent! I thought I would not regret it... But I saw Yuan Han reincarnated and died again and again, and saw you die because of despair... I penetrated the Dao, and finally Let go of Ninghua, and I will suffer endless condemnation and torture day and night."
"Forgive me... please..."
Su Qingyi listened to Xuan Hua's confession, she didn't look back. In the distance is the appearance of Tianjianzong, a main peak surrounded by seven peaks, which is completely different from the small sect with only one main peak back then. However, Su Qingyi never felt half happy. She was at a loss when she heard the howling voice behind her.
Should I go back and kill him
Should I go back and forgive him
Killed him, but listening to his confession, she couldn't feel any anger.
Forgive him, but what he did is completely unforgivable.
Su Qingyi remained silent, and after a long time, she finally said: "You live, Xuan Hua."
"During your lifetime, you go to atone for your sins. Death is meaningless, only compensation is valuable." Xuan Hua didn't speak, he raised his head tremblingly, his face was full of tears, he didn't know why.
"If you had promised my master and saved me, Xuan Hua," Su Qingyi turned to look at him, and said in a low voice, "you wouldn't be in such pain now. I know you want to protect the Heavenly Sword Sect, but you are afraid of the sky. Jianzong has become the target of public criticism for being involved in this huge conspiracy dispute, but everything that has been done will have retribution, if you don't solve it, you can only let these things get bigger and bigger."
"One day," Su Qingyi turned and left, whispering, "It will get out of hand."
Su Qingyi walked away, Xuanhua was still lying on the ground, tears were all over his face. Qin Zichen helped him up, Xuan Hua turned to look at Qin Zichen, and asked blankly, "Zichen, are you afraid?"
"What are you afraid of?" Qin Zichen raised his eyes indifferently, Xuan Hua pointed to the sky and said, "The punishment of the day comes..."
"Since it should be paid back, why are you afraid?" Qin Zichen helped Xuanhua to the seat, and said calmly: "Old Ancestor, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect have never been as fragile as you imagined. You don't have to worry, Even if the punishment of heaven comes, our sect will not fear anything."
After finishing speaking, he bowed respectfully and said goodbye, then turned around and chased Su Qingyi out.
Su Qingyi walked quickly all the way, Qin Zichen quickly caught up with her, pulled her into his arms, frowned and said, "Why are you running!"
Su Qingyi struggled forward, wiped her tears with her hands, and said in a hoarse voice pretending to be calm: "Please let me be quiet... I want to be alone..."
Qin Zichen didn't speak, and held her hand for a long time, then he said slowly, "I want to help you, Qingyi."
Su Qingyi raised her head in a daze, and saw a frowning serious man in front of her.
"I don't want you to hide and cry alone when something happens to you."
Su Qingyi didn't speak, and after a long time, she finally said: "But Zichen, there are some obstacles in life, and he is destined to go through it by himself."
"Then at least, let me watch and stay with you. Qingyi," he wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly, "You are not alone anymore, do you know that?"
These words seemed to have some kind of magical power, slowly seeping into her chest.
The past emerged one by one before her eyes, she walked through the difficult ten years alone, climbed through the dark years alone, and now someone finally told her that she was not alone anymore.
She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. Qin Zichen hugged the softly weeping girl in his arms, listening to her cries getting louder and more presumptuous. He felt sad and happy at the same time.
Sour because of why such a beautiful girl encountered such sad things;
Fortunately, at this very moment, she met him.
He will share all the pain, hardships, sufferings, and hardships for her. With him, he can stand in front of her and not let her face these heart-breaking despairs alone.
"Why... why can you be so cruel?" She cried loudly: "They are my parents, my relatives! If they were destined to send me to die from the beginning, why should they treat me so well? , why should I have high expectations for them!"
Qin Zichen didn't speak, he just hugged her and listened to all her crying without saying a word.
After crying for a long time, she gradually fell asleep in his arms. Seeing her face full of tears, Qin Zichen carried her to the room and let her sleep peacefully.
He cleaned her hands and wiped her face with a handkerchief. She opened her eyes in a daze in the warmth, leaned her head against his side, and watched him wipe her fingers carefully one by one.
The person under the lights lost a bit of fairy spirit, and his handsome face was shrouded in a layer of warm light, like an ordinary husband in the world, silent and gentle.
She watched him quietly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Zichen, just smile..."
Qin Zichen turned to look at her with doubts in his eyes. She stared at his face, and slowly said: "I feel sad, you look good when you smile, I want you to smile."
Qin Zichen didn't speak, he let her lie down, then folded his clothes and lay down beside her, held her hands, and said softly, "I'm by your side, don't be sad."
Su Qingyi leaned her head against his chest, and stopped talking. Qin Zichen thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Touch me and make me squeak."
"Huh?" Su Qingyi was a little strange, but after thinking about it, she reached out and scratched him.
Qin Zichen moved, and said in a hoarse voice, "Go on."
Although Su Qingyi didn't understand what he was doing, she still stretched out her hand and continued to scratch. Qin Zichen's body trembled slightly, and after a while, she heard his low laughter.
Su Qingyi raised her head abruptly, and seeing his forced and awkward smile, she finally realized that he wanted to show her a tickling smile.
The smile he suppressed was not good-looking at all, Su Qingyi stood there blankly, looking at him with red eyes, Qin Zichen was slightly taken aback, sat up, and said helplessly: "I'm sorry, I can't smile..."
Before she finished speaking, Su Qingyi threw herself into his arms.
His soft hair fell on Su Qingyi's face, and Su Qingyi suddenly felt that it didn't really matter anymore.
The past is over, he is still by her side, that's enough.
Qin Zichen lowered his eyebrows and looked at the girl in his arms quietly, not quite understanding why she was suddenly moved again. But he was keenly aware that she didn't seem that sad. So he hugged her quietly and let her hug him. After a while, Su Qingyi raised her head in his arms, and said seriously: "Qin Zichen, why are you afraid of itching after so many years of cultivation?"
Qin Zichen froze slightly, and before he could say anything, Su Qingyi's hands became restless and began to tickle him.
Qin Zichen grabbed her hand and said with red ears, "Stop making trouble."
"Let go, or I'll cry for you!" Su Qingyi seemed about to turn red-eyed again. Qin Zichen froze, looked away unnaturally, and slowly lowered his hands.
After a while, Xue Ziyu came outside Qin Zichen's house with the paperwork from Wenjianfeng. Before he got close, he heard Qin Zichen's gasping laughter.
"Stop it… "
Xue Ziyu froze suddenly, turned around and ran after a while.
Su Qingyi was tired after arguing for a while, lying on Qin Zichen's chest, listening to his weak and strong heartbeat.
"Zichen," she said softly, "thank you."
Qin Zichen didn't speak. He stroked her hair and listened to her: "Without you, I might not be able to get through this hurdle. I am very grateful, really."
"Qingyi," Qin Zichen straightened up slowly, and looked at her seriously: "I hope you remember one thing—"
"I just need you to love me, not your gratitude."
"I'm your husband." He bowed his head and kissed her, and said in a low voice, "you must remember."