Mortal bone

Before a stick of incense.

Qilu Hall, thinking about the cliff.

Jinyue, who was weak in breath, took a piece of pardon, passed through one stone gate after another, and finally came to a prison located hundreds of meters deep in the ground of Siguo Cliff.

Through the hole in the prison's ten-foot-thick iron gate, he finally saw the familiar face that he had hated all his life——Zhao Qian.

That's right, the person he was looking for was Zhao Qian.

At this time, Zhao Qian was lying on his back on a stone bed, staring blankly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Zhao... Zhao Qian."

After hesitating for a long time, Jin Yue finally called out.

"Jinyue, don't try to trick me, I don't know much about the little uncle than you."

Zhao Qian said without looking back.

He was still staring blankly at the wall in front of him as he spoke.

"I'm not...cough, cough, cough..."

Jinyue just wanted to explain, not wanting to cause the injury on his body, so he coughed violently.

Hearing these coughs, Zhao Qian, who had blank eyes, suddenly turned his head to look at the prison door and asked:

"Who hurt you so badly?"

Jinyue didn't answer, but took out the pardon and asked the disciples beside him to open the prison door.

With the sound of machine closing, the heavy iron door was slowly pulled up.

Jinyue stepped into the prison.

"It's my fault."

While talking, he forcibly suppressed the turbulent Qi and blood in his body, sat down slowly against the wall, and then took a long breath and said:

"As early as when he kept searching for Su Chan's whereabouts, he should have been vigilant, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen into the irreparable situation he is today."

Hearing this, Zhao Qian's face suddenly became serious, and then he asked in a deep voice, "Is that kid in your family bewitched?"

Jinyue was noncommittal.

He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Zhao Qian with resentment in his eyes and said:

"Zhao Qian, without you as a coward, Qing'er would not have died, and Zhi'er would not have fallen into a demon. Everything started because of you!"

Zhao Qian didn't speak, because this was indeed a knot in his heart.

"You knew that Junior Sister Qing'er liked you back then, why did you give her to me? Why!"

The more Jinyue said, the more excited he became.

"Because senior brother, you are more suitable for junior sister to be entrusted to you for life than me, a waste."

Zhao Qian lowered his head, and his eyes became a little dim.

At that time, he was over [-] years old, still failed to break through the Wangyou Realm, and felt that the future was bleak. Even though he knew that his junior sister had a good impression of him, he did not dare to accept it, thinking that it would delay the other party.

"You fart!"

Jinyue scolded again.

"You left the mundane world without saying a word, and you have been away for 30 years. My junior sister has traveled almost every mundane place in Zhenwutian to find you. Fortunately, you not only married a mundane woman, but also gave birth to her. a daughter."

"That day, Qing'er turned gray all night, and my little junior sister who put a smile on my face at that time will never smile again."

His voice became smaller and smaller, as if recalling the past again.

"Senior brother, you are right. I... am a coward. I failed my junior sister, and I also harmed my junior sister."

Zhao Qian lowered his head even lower.

"Do you know why Qing'er asked me to find you after she fell into a demon, so that you could end her life?"

Jinyue asked coldly.

"It's to make me feel guilty for the rest of my life."

Zhao Qian lowered his head and muttered.

It was precisely because of this incident that he bound his sword heart and never used a sword again.

Because as long as he picks up the sword, he can recall her slightly smiling face when he helped his junior sister end that day.

"So you always thought that way?"

Jinyue smiled coldly.

"Isn't it?"

Zhao Qian suddenly raised his head and looked at Jinyue with a puzzled expression.

"The most powerful magic lotus planted in Qing'er's body is the most powerful magic lotus in Jiuyou. Once it gets out of control, with Qing'er's talent and aptitude, he will definitely become the devil's lord."

"At that time, the little uncle was not there, and the choice of Qingxuan's head was still undetermined. Once Qing'er fell into a demon, no one would be able to stop him, and Qingxuan would definitely ruin his life."

"And because of the relationship between the magic lotus, she has no choice but to kill herself, so she can only ask others to help."

"But even if she was able to suppress a part of the power of the magic lotus at that time, there is no way to guarantee that she will be able to suppress the backlash of the power of the magic lotus when someone else kills her for her at a critical moment of life and death."

"After all, people are afraid of death."

Jinyue murmured.

"Then why did you choose me?"

The more Zhao Qian listened, the more confused he became.

"Because... because she knows that even if she is possessed, there is still one person in this world that she will never forget. That person..."

Jinyue suddenly laughed, just smiled and his smile turned into anger, and then he almost roared at Zhao Qian and said:

"It's you! It's you trash! It's you coward!"

Hearing this, Zhao Qian froze there motionless.

Suddenly, everything that happened that day appeared in his mind very clearly.

Junior sister Qing'er that day.

Wearing the hairpin he gave her, wearing the Yuehua dress she used to wear when she was young, and even painted her eyebrows.

And in the past, he always thought that Junior Sister Qing'er dressed up like this on purpose to make him feel guilty, so that he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"boom!"

Zhao Qian hit the ground heavily.

"Brother, give me a happy time."

Zhao Qian, whose head was covered in blood, begged Jinyue with despair in his eyes.

Jinyue didn't speak, but threw the pardon and the Moon Shadow Stone at Zhao Qian's feet.

"I have thought countless times of cutting you into pieces, but when I think of Qing'er, I will hate me, so I put all these thoughts away."

"It's the same for Qingxuanzong."

"If it weren't for the scenery that Qing'er would never forget until his death, and if Qing'er didn't respect the little uncle most, I would have left a long time ago."

"Zhao Qian, don't be a coward anymore, you have already let down Qing'er who treated you like that, and now you want to let down this group of disciples who...are disregarding life and death...come to save you...come to save Qifeng?"

Jinyue said in a weaker tone.

Hearing this, Zhao Qian was taken aback for a moment, then picked up the Moon Shadow Stone on the ground, and put a strand of true energy into it.

In an instant, the scene where the Qifeng disciples risked their lives in order to win the Qifeng Grand Competition appeared before his eyes.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Qian's body couldn't help but began to tremble, there was confusion and anger in his eyes, but more self-blame and guilt.

"Zhao Qian, sometimes I really envy you. You are obviously a waste, but you can get Qing'er's love. You are obviously a coward, but you have such a group of brave disciples."

At this time, Jinyue looked at Zhao Qian with eyes full of reluctance, and then exhausted his last bit of strength and said:

"Zhao Qian, don't be a coward anymore, go to Cangjianping to retrieve your sword, kill that lunatic Zhou Tong, and end this joke!"