Chapter 91 Extra: Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu (1/2)

1

There was a clang.

Shen Jiu kicked the small black wooden basin away.

He folded his hands and said nothing. The boy who didn't know whether he was fifteen or fourteen shrank.

The little brothers next to him all encouraged him with their eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Shen Jiu, don't be too domineering. You didn't buy this street, so why don't you let us here too!"

This street is wide and flat, with people coming and going. Some of the pedestrians are watching the group of children fighting, and most of them are in a hurry.

If you want to beg, it is indeed a good Feng Shui place.

This boy dared to challenge him. Shen Jiu lowered his head and was about to grab a brick to give him some color. A tall boy happened to come here. When he saw him rolling up his sleeves and lowering his head, Shen Jiu hurriedly stopped him: "Xiao Jiu, Let’s go somewhere else.”

Shen Jiudao: "No. I'm right here."

The young man took the opportunity to complain: "Brother Qi, he bullied me."

Yue Qi said: "It's not bullying, Fifteen, Xiaojiu is joking with you."

Shen Jiu said: "Who is kidding him? I want to tell him to get lost. This is my territory. Anyone who robs me will be killed."

With Yue Qi standing in front of him, Shi Fifteen became emboldened and shouted: "Don't think you are so great. Every time you go to a new place, you dominate the best position. Everyone has already wanted to beat you!"

Yue Qingyuan scolded: "Fifteen." Shen Jiu kicked Yue Qi's calf during the struggle: "You want to beat Yue Qi, but you dare to beat him? If you don't have the ability, you will be in trouble. Bastard, who is your seventh brother? You call me again Try it!"

"You are a bastard. Sooner or later you will be sold! Sold to be a turtle man!"

Yue Qi couldn't laugh or cry: "Where did you learn such nonsense!" While pulling Shen Jiu to the road, he coaxed: "Okay, you are the most capable. Don't pick a place, let's change streets."

Shen Jiu stepped on his foot: "Get away! Are you afraid of him? If you fight one on one, the group won't be afraid either!"

Of course Yue Qi knew that if Shen Jiu were to fight with them, he would be very vicious. He would gouge out his eyes and tease Yin Xia Sanlu, which was very poisonous. When the time came, it would be someone else who would suffer the loss and be frightened to cry. He suppressed a smile and said: "Step on Is that enough? Stop stepping on it. Brother Qi will take you to play."

Shen Jiu said viciously: "What a joke! It would be fun if they all died."

Yue Qi looked at him and shook his head helplessly.

There are seven and nine, naturally one to six.

It's just that among the early batch of children who were over six years old, they were either resold or died long ago.

Shen Jiu was a thin and small ball, and Yue Qi was sitting on the ground holding his head. There was a "blood book" spread out in front of him, which said that his brother and his parents were both dead, and they were in trouble looking for relatives in other places. They were lonely and homeless.

According to the requirements, Yue Qi should cry loudly, but he couldn't cry anyway, so this task always fell on Shen Jiu, who was supposed to pretend to be sick and save half his life.

He was young and had a good face, but he burst into tears when he cried. Seeing his pity, passers-by donated generously, calling him a money tree. It was no exaggeration.

Later, Yue Qi got older and became less and less willing to do this kind of thing, so he was sent to go out on patrol.

The two of them were about to go out of this most prosperous long street, when suddenly they heard the sound of horse hooves.

The stall owners on both sides were shocked, pushing carts and running away, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Yue Qi didn't know why, but Shen Jiugang dragged him to the side of the road, and a tall horse turned across the street.

The horse bit was actually made of red gold, golden, bright and heavy, with an energetic young master sitting proudly on it. The face is gorgeous, the eyebrows are slender, and the two points of light in the black pupils are so bright that they are piercing. The hem of his purple clothes spread widely on both sides of the saddle, his arrow sleeves were tightly tightened, and he held a dark whip in his white palm.

Shen Jiu was dazzled by the golden color and couldn't help but poke his head out. Yue Qi quickly dragged him back and the two of them avoided it.

Not far away, he suddenly heard the sound of screaming. A group of little brothers rushed over and pounced on Yue Qi. They were so frightened that their noses and tears came to their eyes. Shen Jiu became furious, and Yue Qi hurriedly said: "Cry." What, what’s wrong?”

Someone screamed: "Fifteen is missing!"

Yue Qi immediately stopped: "Didn't he follow?"

The child wailed: "The street was too chaotic 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 just now led his servant around the corner of the street. He glanced at Fifteen and the others at the corner of the street and wrinkled his nose: "Where did they come from?"

A servant said: "Master Qiu, I don't know where this beggar came from."

The young master said: "What are you keeping these pickled things for?"

The servants didn't need any more instructions from their master, they just came and attacked people.

Fifteen had finally wrested the territory from Shen Jiu. How could he be willing to be driven away like this? He stretched his neck and shouted: "Why do you drive people away..."

He also wanted to say, "This street is not yours." The young master waved his hand, and the black shadow fell, and there was a bloody whip mark on his face.

The whip mark was less than a few millimeters away from the eyeball. Fifteen didn't have time to feel any pain, but was just stunned.

The young master smiled brightly and said: "No reason. Just because this street was built by my family."

Fifteen didn't know whether he fainted from fear or pain, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Shen Jiu burst into laughter before he could finish hearing this, but he soon stopped laughing. Yue Qidian noticed that a few were missing, so he turned around and said, "You go first, I'll be right back."

Shen Jiu gloated: "Don't meddle in other people's business. People named Qiu really dare to kill them."

Yue Qi shook his head and said: "You go back first. I am the biggest, so I can't ignore it."

Shen Jiu said: "You can't die. The most you can do is get a beating. If you can't be beaten to death, you will have a memory."

Yue Qi said: "Go back."

Shen Jiu couldn't hold him back and scolded: "Brother Qi, you have too many things!"

After scolding, he followed.

2

Qiu Jianluo thinks Shen Jiu is very funny.

It's like beating a dog. If you beat a dog, it will wilt, slump, and whimper. Although it is not a threat, it is not interesting either. But if you step on this dog, it will growl in a low voice, look at you in fear, but dare not resist, which is much more interesting.

He slapped Shen Jiuyi in the face. Shen Jiu must have fucked the Qiu family's ancestral graves a hundred and eighteen times in his heart, but he still had to be kicked obediently and stick his face out for him to hit.

It’s really fun!

Qiu Jianluo couldn't help laughing as he thought about it.

Shen Jiu had just received a good beating and huddled aside with his head in his hands. Seeing him laughing so hard, he really felt that he was a madman.

When Qiu Jianluo bought Shen Jiu back, he was imprisoned for a few days and became disgraced. Seeing that I was also disgusted, I carried her like a kitten to a few wealthy servants and asked them to "wash and rinse" her.

As a result, Shen Jiu was washed so hard that a layer of his skin was almost scraped off before he was taken back to the study.

After perming off the old dirt on his body, his face, shoulders and arms looked white and rosy due to rubbing too hard, and his wet hair was still steaming. He was fully dressed and standing aside in a polite manner, but he looked quite pitiable.

Qiu Jianluo tilted his head and looked at it for a long time. He felt a little strange and liked it, so he stopped kicking him out as he originally wanted to.

He asked: "Can you read?"

Shen Jiu whispered: "Know a few of them."

Qiu Jianluo spread out the white paper and knocked on the table: "Write it down and take a look."

Shen Jiu reluctantly picked up a small wolf hair, holding it in a decent manner. I dabbed some ink, thought about it, and wrote "seven" first. After a pause, I wrote "nine" again.

Although the strokes are backwards, they are neither crooked nor slanted, upright and elegant. Qiu Jianluo asked: "Where did you learn it?"

Shen Jiu said: "Look at what someone wrote."

This kid doesn't understand shit, he only knows how to imitate others, and he can actually scare people. Qiu Jianluo was greatly surprised.

So, he became more and more friendly, imitating the tone of his old master before, and praised: "You have some qualifications. If you are willing to study hard in the future, maybe you can also embark on the right path."

Qiu Jianluo was four years older than Shen Jiu. At the age of sixteen, her parents had high hopes. She was raised in a gold-brick house and was looked down upon by no one. The only sweetheart in her life was her younger sister Haitang.

Haitang is also the darling of the Quan Qiu family. Qiu Jianluo has always been a good brother to Haitang. In the past, he wished that his sister would never marry. 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 uncle, it seems good. With his sister by his side, Shen Jiu can continue to play with her. As long as he is honest and obedient, everything will be fine.

If you marry him, you don't have to travel far, and you still have to rely on your own family for food and clothing. It's no different than not marrying. Apart from the possibility that Shen Jiu, the partner, may have some swan meat on his leprous, there is almost no fault to be found.

Qiu Jian's abacus was very good, and she often warned Shen Jiu: "If you dare to make Haitang unhappy, I will kill you."

"Without Haitang, I would have beaten you to death."

"People should repay their kindness. Our family makes you a human being, even if you risk your life to repay it, it's what you should do."

The older Shen Jiu grows up, the more he understands that he cannot be disobedient to this person in the slightest. What he said must be responded to. Even if he felt sick after hearing it, he could not show it, so as not to get beaten severely.

But deep down in his heart, he always missed the day he first saw Qiu Jianluo, the only day he made Qiu Jianluo, the beast, mad.

Yue Qi insisted on taking Shi Shi and the others back, and almost ran into Qiu Jianluo's horse's hooves. In an instant, Shen Jiu forgot that Yue Qi had told him that their "immortal skills" had better not be seen by others, and let the gold turn into a sharp blade and pierce into the horse's bones.

Qiu Jianluo's horse was spinning in circles on the street. The horse was jumping wildly. Shen Jiu cursed him hard in his heart that he would fall down and break his neck. However, his riding skills were actually very good. The horse's front hooves were in the air and he could sit still. In the saddle, roaring: "Who did it?! Who did it!"

Of course it was Shen Jiu who did it.

But if Qiu Jianluo came to the door later, if Shi Wu didn't take the initiative to say it, no one would know that he had tampered with it.

If they hadn't saved him, Shi Shi would have been trampled to death under the Qiu family's hooves. He saved a small life, but betrayed them in turn. Fifteen should be trampled to death. Yue Qi shouldn't have gone back to save him in the first place. He deserved to die!

Shen Jiu relied on repeatedly chewing on this sweet but useless vicious association to gain comfort and get through the suffering day after day.

3

Shen Jiu thought a lot about why Brother Qi didn't come back to find him.

Maybe he was found with a broken leg while escaping, maybe he starved to death due to lack of food on the road, maybe no fairy mountain is willing to take him in. She also thought about how she would cry while digging holes for his bones if he died, and how she would risk everything to save him from dire straits if he were alive - even though Shen Jiu himself had just emerged from the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den, he was still in the same situation. The water is in dire straits.

But he never thought that we would meet again in this situation.

He repeated the gesture of raising the sword and then lowering the sword. Blood flew everywhere, and the scene was tragic. There were blood drops in his eyes, and he just blinked, without any other expression, and his movements could be said to be calm and skillful.

After Wuyanzi took him out of the Qiu family, what he taught his "apprentice" the most was how to kill people, set fire to them, steal and fish in troubled waters. For example, taking advantage of the Immortal Alliance Conference, they robbed a group of childish and ridiculous children from aristocratic families who thought they were elite cultivators, snatched away their storage bags, and disposed of their bodies.

When Yue Qi found him, he must have been shocked by his appearance of being neither human nor ghost. He even turned a blind eye to the corpses of the disciples of 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 shouted: "Don't come over!"

He was so confused that his first reaction was to throw himself on the ground, grab the distress firework from the body, and release it into the sky.

Yue Qi was still confused and shocked. As he walked, he stretched out his hand towards him and opened his mouth to shout——

Jie Jie's strange smile came from the dense forest on the side.

"Good disciple, who is this person to scare you into being like this? Are you sometimes afraid?"

Shen Jiuyi let go and the fireworks tube in his hand fell to the ground silently.

He turned around suddenly: "Master, I'm not afraid of him. I made a mistake just now and didn't pay attention to let the people on the ground set off the distress fireworks. I'm afraid someone is coming soon!"

Yue Qi finally realized that the situation seemed to be very critical. He remained calm and held up a burst of spiritual power with his fingertips.

Wuyanzi hummed: "I saw the fireworks just now, so I guessed this was what happened. You are always nimble with your hands and feet, what happened this time!"

Shen Jiu lowered his head and said, "It's all the disciple's fault."

Yue Qi stood in front of them, raised the sword in his hand, and looked at Shen Jiu with his still slightly red eyes. His voice was hoarse but extremely firm: "You can't leave."

Shen Jiu glared at him.

Wuyanzi looked at him, then looked at his sword, and sneered: "From the Cangqiong Mountain sect. Or from the Qiongding Peak. Xuansu, Yue Qingyuan?"

After hearing this, Shen Jiu was slightly startled, and quickly said: "Master, since he is from Cangqiong Mountain, we can't kill him for a while, so why don't we escape quickly. If everyone comes after us, we will be finished!"

Wuyanzi sneered and said, "Although the Cangqiong Mountain Sect is big, I'm not afraid of a junior. What's more, he's looking for death himself."

When he and Yue Qi actually fought, Shen Jiu found that his original worry about Yue Qi's life was extremely ridiculous.

I was scared to death of Wuyanzi, my "master", but Yue Qi or Yue Qingyuan could handle him with ease even without drawing his sword.

But he can't completely rest assured, because he is familiar with Wuyanzi's fighting methods and life-saving trump cards. Wuyanzi had a set of cursed black talismans. He had seen Wuyanzi throw these dozen talismans countless times after being at a disadvantage, killing his opponent by surprise. Even many famous monks cannot escape his move, not to mention that Yue Qi now seems to have little experience in dealing with enemies and is very rigid.

It's just that Wuyanzi didn't have the chance to throw out the set of black talismans this time. Because Shen Jiu stabbed him in the back.

Yue Qi grabbed his hand and ran for his life. After a fierce battle, the two of them were in shock and leaned against a tree, panting.

After calming down, Shen Jiu began to look at Yue Qi carefully.

He has a calm demeanor and is well-dressed, just like everyone else. It had nothing to do with the dire straits he imagined.

This is Yue Qingyuan, not Yue Qi.

Yue Qingyuan looked excited and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, Shen Jiu calmly asked, "Have you joined the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect?"

Yue Qingyuan didn't know what he thought of, his excited expression slumped slightly, and his face gradually turned pale.

"You became the first disciple of Dome Peak, why don't you come back to me?"

"I……"

Shen Jiu waited for a while, but didn't wait for the next words, and said, "Why don't you continue? I'm waiting for you. Anyway, I have been waiting for several years, so it doesn't hurt to wait a little longer."

How could Yue Qingyuan continue talking?

Shen Jiu crossed his arms and finally heard Yue Qingyuan's low voice: "It's Brother Qi who is sorry for you."

An overwhelming cold anger filled with the smell of blood arose in Shen Jiu's heart, as if he could really taste the breathtaking smell of blood in his nose and mouth.

First he was a rat that swallowed his anger and waited for a beating, and then he was a rat that ran around in the gutter and everyone shouted for a beating. No matter how he changes, he is still a mouse. Hiding one's head but hiding one's tail, one cannot see the light. Wasted years, wasted time. Yue Qingyuan is a real phoenix flying on the branches and a carp jumping over the dragon gate.

He said: "I'm sorry, sorry... you only knew how to say sorry before."

Shen Jiu sneered and said decisively: "It's of no use."

There are some people who are born bad. Shen Jiu thought that he was probably such a vicious bad boy. Because he had an extremely strong and clear thought:

He would rather see the bones of Yue Qihan who died in an unknown corner than the elegant and safe Yue Qingyuan.

4

Shen Jiu hated too many things and people.

If a person hates everything, then his character must be difficult to describe.

Fortunately, when he became Shen Qingqiu, he already knew how to make it at least not superficial.

Among the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, the one he hated most was undoubtedly Liu Qingge.

Liu Qingge was a successful young man with outstanding talent, strong spiritual power, and amazing swordsmanship. He comes from a wealthy family and has both parents. No matter which bit of these things he took out, it was worth grinding his teeth and tossing and turning for three days and three nights, let alone getting them together.

At the Twelve Peaks Martial Arts Annual Meeting of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, Shen Qingqiu's opponent was Liu Qingge.

The outcome is of course a loss without a doubt.

There is nothing to be ashamed of losing to the future master of Baizhan Peak, or it should be like this, this is normal.

But Shen Qingqiu would never think so. What he could see was not the admiration of others that he had persisted with him for so long, but Liu Qingge's natural arrogance when he pointed the tip of Chengluan sword just a millimeter in front of his throat.

Qingjing Peak prides itself on being a gentleman's peak, and Shen Qingqiu is very good at pretending to be a gentleman, but Liu Qingge can always make him become violent and violent, and he doesn't even want to waste the energy of pretending to be in harmony with his fellow disciples.

Shen Qingqiu said: "Liu Qingge, I will kill you sooner or later!"

Liu Qingge glanced at him: "By you?"

There were only two words, but Shen Qingqiu sensed endless malicious connotations in them and turned his wrist.

Seeing that the situation was bad, Yue Qingyuan pushed his elbow down, stopped drawing the sword, turned around and shouted: "Don't leave yet!"

Liu Qingge seemed too lazy to linger, sneered, and disappeared in an instant. There were only two people left in the wing room of Nuanhong Pavilion. One was disheveled and the other was meticulous.

Yue Qingyuan pulled Shen Qingqiu up from the bed and said with rare anger: "How could you do this?"

Shen Qingqiu asked: "How am I doing?"

Yue Qingyuan said: "The disciples of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect are fighting in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion. Does that sound good?"

Shen Qingqiu said: "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you. Who knows which sect is which! Cang Qiong Mountain Sect is Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. According to any sect rules of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, disciples of this sect cannot come here. Cang Qiong Mountain is not a monk. The Taoist priests in the temple believe that heaven and earth have nothing to do with me finding a girl.”

The Cangqiong Mountain Sect has no explicit regulations, but those who cultivate the truth should understand the principles of pure heart and nourish the nature, be conscious and self-disciplined, especially Qingjing Peak, the peak master has always been clean and self-disciplined. This unwritten consensus actually became Shen Qingqiu's reason for sophistry.

Yue Qingyuan was choked by him and couldn't speak. He swallowed his breath and said dullly: "I won't tell it. Junior brother Liu and the others won't tell it either. No one will know. It's just that... women's sex harms their cultivation. "

Shen Qingqiu sneered: "Didn't you hear the tone of your junior brother Liu's words? It doesn't matter whether it's damage or not."

Yue Qingyuan was silent for a moment and said: "Junior Brother Liu is actually not a bad person. He is not targeting you, but he treats everyone the same."

Shen Qingqiu sneered: "'It's the same to everyone'? Senior brother, please don't lie to me. Is it the same to you?"

Yue Qingyuan said patiently: "If you show kindness to him, he will repay you twice as much."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Senior Brother Head is really considerate. But why didn't he show kindness to me first? Why didn't he take pity on me first?"

With such invulnerability, it was difficult for Yue Qingyuan to speak.

Naturally, he couldn't say it directly. If you hadn't tried every means to sneak up on him after the martial arts competition to make him look bad, you and Liu Qingge wouldn't be jealous and disgusted with each other now. Having said that, Shen Qingqiu is bound to turn his face even more ugly.

The original girl in Nuanhong Pavilion was scared away. Shen Qingqiu had no point staying here. He threw away his hand, jumped out of bed, pulled up the clothes on his shoulders, inserted Xiu Ya into the sheath, turned around and said, "How did you know to come here to find me?" Me? Who gave you the letter?”

Yue Qingyuan said: "I went to Qingjing Peak and didn't see you. But I saw the junior brothers from Baizhan Peak preparing to go up."

"What are you going to do?"

"..."

This conflict was actually quite coincidental.

A Baizhan Peak disciple went to a remote town to perform a mission and happened to see a familiar person entering Nuanhong Pavilion.

Like Liu Qingge, everyone at Baizhan Peak had no good intentions towards Shen Qingqiu. Seeing this opportunity, he was not willing to let it go, so he immediately followed him in, taunting Shen Qingqiu who usually pretended to be virtuous and noble, but actually went to such a place, which really brought shame to his sect.

After a few words, Shen Qingqiu beat him seriously. After this disciple returned to Baizhan Peak, he was bumped into by Liu Qingge again. Under questioning, Liu Qingge became furious, and Yu Jian immediately came to settle the score with him, preparing to fight him back without landing a punch.

If Yue Qingyuan hadn't caught the Baizhan Peak junior brothers who were going to Qingjing Peak to surround Shen Qingqiu's bamboo house, there's no telling what kind of damage this small town would have been to them.

Seeing that Yue Qingyuan remained silent, Shen Qingqiu could guess that Bai Zhan Peak was planning to do something good, so he stopped asking, "Why are you going to Qing Jing Peak? Didn't I tell you not to come to me?"

Yue Qingyuan said: "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

Shen Qingqiu said: "Senior brother Laoyue has taken the trouble to live a good life. Although he is a disgusting thing, fortunately, the master of Qingjing Peak does not dislike him."

Yue Qingyuan followed him and sighed: "If you really live a good life, why do you never stay at Qingjing Peak?"

Shen Qingqiu gave him a dark look.

He knew that Yue Qingyuan must have thought that he was being ostracized at Qingjing Peak.

In fact, he really guessed wrong this time. Although Shen Qingqiu was not loved by his peers, he was not so marginalized that he could not even fit in a full-storey shop.

He simply hated being crowded together with people of his own sex.

Back then, after being beaten by Qiu Jianluo, he would always crawl into Qiu Haitang's arms and tremble. That was the only place he could hide. Once upon a time such a woman was the eldest sister among them. But when she got older, the eldest sister was sold to a wizened old man to fill a house.

It is not shameful at all to like women, but treating women as saviors and shrinking into their arms to gain confidence needs no one to tell Shen Qingqiu that it is extremely shameful, so he will never tell anyone else, especially Yue Qingyuan.

Shen Qingqiu said slowly: "If I say that I have a bad life at Qingjing Peak, what are you going to do? Get me into the top of the dome?"

Yue Qingyuan thought for a while and said solemnly: "If you want."

Shen Qingqiu hummed 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 leader?"

He said loudly: "Among the twelve peaks, Qingjing Peak is ranked second after all. I might as well wait to sit in this position."

Yue Qingyuan smiled bitterly: "Xiaojiu, why do you always act like this?"

Hearing this name, Shen Qingqiu shuddered behind his back and felt extremely irritated: "Don't call me that!"

Shen Jiu, a member of the Qing generation, is smart and very popular with the peak master. Therefore, he has only been around for a short time and is basically no better than others, but he is still designated as the next successor. After the peak master named his first disciple, the original name was discarded.

In the past, Qiu Jianluo forced him to learn to read and write, but Shen Jiu refused to learn and became mad because of his disgust. Now, he relies on reading and memorizing to be smarter than others to win the favor of the master of Qingjing Peak. What’s even more ridiculous is that there are so many font sizes in the world, but it just so happened that the Peak Master chose the character “Autumn” for him.

No matter how ridiculous it is, no matter how gritty it is, Shen Qingqiu will not let it go. What this name represents is 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 about it too, Senior Brother.

Yue Qingyuan looked at his smile, and no matter how much he wanted to say, he couldn't.

5

Shen Qingqiu finally lost his temper and went to Qiongding Peak.

At the top of the dome, Shen Qingqiu could always go as little as possible. Yue Qingyuan, on the other hand, could not be seen without being seen.

The annual Twelve Peaks Martial Arts Competition is quite troublesome for him.

The twelve peaks of the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect have a fixed ranking. The ranking has nothing to do with the strength of each peak. It is only determined by the time when the first peak masters of the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect became famous. The names that future generations of peak masters call each other are determined based on their ranking, not the order of entry. Therefore, even though he started a long time later than Liu Qingge, Qingjing Peak ranked second, second only to Qiongding Peak, and Baizhan Peak ranked seventh, Liu Qingge still had to call him "senior brother" honestly.

But at the same time, because of this ranking, the disciples at Qiongding Peak and Qingjing Peak were listed in the same square formation every time, and the first disciples had to stand together.

If Yue Qingyuan could not catch his people at other times, he would seize this opportunity and keep asking questions. It ranges from cultivation experience to as small as food, clothing and warmth. Although Shen Qingqiu took the trouble, he would not be stupid enough to embarrass the chief disciple in public. Yue Qingyuan asked twenty questions, and he replied, 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 is the funniest scene in the annual martial arts competition. These two people may not know it, but for many disciples, before the martial arts competition officially begins, one of the two chief disciples ignores the silence and mutters quietly, and the other absentmindedly endures um um ah ah, which is a lengthy speech by the peak master. Only fun.

Therefore, when Shen Qingqiu took the initiative to go to the top of the dome, not only Yue Qingyuan was surprised and happy, but almost all the disciples present found it extremely interesting.

However, Shen Qingqiu had nothing to say, and he was not interested in being a monkey show. He applied for the right to stay in Lingxi Cave, and then left.

Lingxi Cave is full of spiritual energy and isolated from the outside world. Shen Qingqiu walked inside, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.

Those days that were wasted under Qiu Jianluo and Wu Yanzi still had an impact after all.

Among the new generation of peak masters, Yue Qingyuan was naturally the first to form an elixir. Qi Qingqi and Liu Qingge made breakthroughs almost at the same time, and even mediocre people like Shang Qinghua of Anding Peak caught up with the realm before officially taking the throne.

The more impatient Shen Qingqiu became, the more stuck he became. Anxious, like swallowing hundreds of kilograms of tobacco and firecrackers every day, burning in my belly and brain, making me restless and furious.

With his appearance, naturally no one would dare to mess with him. Just because he didn't dare to provoke him didn't mean that Shen Qingqiu would let him go.

Luo Binghe clearly had the wrong introductory mental method given to him, and he should have practiced it to the point where his seven orifices would bleed and his five bodies would burst to death, but why not only did this not happen, but his realm was still steadily improving!

I have told Ning Yingying thousands of times to stay far away from Luo Binghe and not to mingle with each other. Why do I see them whispering in front of me every day!

Shen Qingqiu was suspicious. He always felt that everyone was secretly discussing his delay in forming the elixir. He was dissatisfied with his position and wanted to secretly replace him.

If we can't break through this Lingxi Cave retreat...

Shen Qingqiu was on the stone platform, thinking wildly, and he broke out in a cold sweat. His breath was blocked, his eyes were filled with stars, and at the same time, there was a spiritual power running rampant in his veins. This was no small matter. He panicked and quickly sat down, trying to collect his thoughts.

Suddenly, he felt someone approaching from behind. Shen Qingqiu was horrified. He suddenly picked up Xiu Ya, half unsheathed, and said sharply: "Who?!"

A palm pressed lightly on his shoulder.

Yue Qingyuan said: "It's me."

Shen Qingqiu: "..."

Yue Qingyuan continued to send him spiritual power, calming down the turbulent spiritual flow, saying: "It's my fault, I scared my junior brother."

Shen Qingqiu was really frightened by his own random thoughts just now. Because of this, he couldn't bear to hear others expose him. He said sullenly: "Who are you scared of?! Didn't the head brother never enter Lingxi Cave for retreat? Why did I do it as soon as I came? Get a place with me!"

Yue Qingyuan said: "It's not that I never come in. I...have come in before."

Shen Qingqiu was puzzled: "Who cares whether you have been here or not?"

Yue Qingyuan sighed: "Junior brother, can't you just say a few words and concentrate on regulating your Qi to calm it down?"

On the dry stone candlestick, a faint flame burned.

After seeing the full picture of the cave he chose, Shen Qingqiu was stunned for a moment and blurted out: "Has anyone fought to the death here?"

The walls of the cave are full of marks made by knives and axes, like layers of scars on a human face, which is hideous 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 areas of dark red blood.

Some of them looked like they had been pierced through the body with a sharp blade and sprayed up. Some are like the marks of someone kowtowing to the rock wall with their forehead, as if begging for something, and knocking it up again and again.

Shen Qingqiu stared at the almost black blood and said, "Then... someone died here?"

When the two of them get along, Yue Qingyuan usually talks tirelessly. There has never been a situation where Yue Qingyuan is silent. Shen Qingqiu was not used to it and had goosebumps on his skin. He reluctantly asked for words: "I heard that Lingxi Cave sometimes imprisons some people who have gone crazy?"

For a long time, Yue Qingyuan made a weak "Huh" sound without comment.

Shen Qingqiu said: "It seems that this person really wanted to get out and struggled for a long time before he died."

If the blood was shed by the same person, it would cost him half his life.

As Shen Qingqiu said this, he suddenly felt something was wrong with Yue Qingyuan's hand on his shoulder.

He asked alertly: "What's wrong with you?"

After a long while, Yue Qingyuan said: "It's nothing."

Shen Qingqiu shut up.

He couldn't see Yue Qingyuan's expression, but his hands were shaking slightly.

6

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 reluctantly opened his eyes, and saw a figure leaning close to him, kneeling on one knee, looking down to check on his condition.

The black hem lay flat on the moss-covered stone floor in the gap. An ancient long sword was pressed heavily on it, and several empty medicine bottles were poured upside down.

The sword is Xuansu. He still had that gentle and handsome face, but he was much paler than usual, and his face looked tired.

Of course it's Yue Qingyuan's face. At this time, only Yue Qingyuan would come to see him.

Shen Qingqiu spoke with a hoarse voice: "How did you get in?"

Luo Binghe was determined not to make things easier for him, so how could he let Yue Qingyuan go into the water prison to help him breathe?

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 concentration."

He wanted to transfer spiritual power to Shen Qingqiu so that the wounds could heal faster. Shen Qingqiu finally didn't throw him away this time, because he was thinking: That's right, after all, he is the leader of a faction. No matter how tough Luo Binghe and the old man from Huanhua Palace are, they still have to be polite on the surface.

But it probably took a lot of effort to get in.

The spiritual power flowed through the wound, and the pain of rolling flesh was like steel needles stabbing him densely. Shen Qingqiu gritted his teeth and laughed in anger: "Luo Binghe, this little bastard, has many tricks."

Hearing the deep malice in his tone, Yue Qingyuan sighed.

Yue Qingyuan is actually not a person who likes to sigh, but Shen Qingqiu always has the ability to make him riddled with holes.

He said tiredly: "...Junior brother. Until now, why don't you think about your fault at all?"

Knocked out teeth and swallowed with blood, Shen Qingqiu has always refused to admit his mistakes, especially in front of Yue Qingyuan, let alone letting him loose.

Shen Qingqiu said: "What's my fault? What is Luo Binghe if he's not a bastard? Just wait. He won't be satisfied with just dealing with me. If there is any uproar in the world of cultivation in the future, my only fault is I didn’t kill him directly with one sword.”

Yue Qingyuan shook his head, as if he had expected such an answer and did not want to enlighten or exhort him. At this point, any advice is useless.

He suddenly asked: "Did you really kill Junior Brother Liu?"

Shen Qingqiu didn't want to look at his face and speak.

But he still couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at Yue Qingyuan's expression.

He paused, suddenly pulled his hand out of Yue Qingyuan's palm, and sat up from the ground.

Yue Qingyuan said: "I didn't expect that you would really kill him."

Shen Qingqiu said coldly: "Kill them all, don't you think it's too late for you to accuse me now?"

Yue Qingyuan said slowly: "I am not qualified to accuse you."

His face and eyes were extremely peaceful, so peaceful that Shen Qingqiu felt inexplicably irritated and angry: "Then what do you mean?!"

"Junior brother, have you ever thought that if you hadn't treated Luo Binghe like that back then, none of this would have happened today."

Shen Qingqiu laughed dumbly.

"Why did the head brother say such ridiculous things? What happened happened, I just 'thought about it' a thousand times and ten thousand times. There was no what if, no original - no chance to save!"

Yue Qingyuan raised his face slightly.

Shen Qingqiu knew that his words were stabbing his chest, and he was overjoyed at first, but when he saw him sitting on the ground blankly, looking at him blankly, all his calmness and dignity were gone, as if in an instant, After many years of aging, a strange feeling suddenly came over my heart.

Probably pity.

The leader of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect, who was always calm and composed despite the collapse of Mount Tai, really made him feel a little pity at this moment.

This kind of compassion suddenly relieved something that had been stuck in Shen Qingqiu's chest for many years.

He thought happily that Yue Qingyuan was really kind and righteous to him.

No matter how guilty I feel, I should have made up for it long ago.

Shen Qingqiu said: "Let's go. Let me tell you, even if we do it again, the result will still be this. I have a vicious mind and full of resentment. Today Luo Binghe wants me to die badly, and it's all my own fault."

Yue Qingyuan said: "Do you still have hatred in your heart now?"

Shen Qingqiu laughed loudly: "I just want to see others unhappy so that I can be happy myself. What do you think?"

"If there is still hatred." Yue Qingyuan nodded and stood at attention: "Pull out Xuansu and take my life. At least it will eliminate your hatred."

Shen Qingqiu chimed: "Master Yue, are you here to be killed? Do you think Luo Binghe has not charged me with enough crimes? Besides, who do you think you are? I am hopeless, and Master Yue regards himself as that A good medicine is too much to put on the face.”

Yue Qingyuan seemed to have gathered enough courage and shouted: "Xiaojiu..."

Shen Qingqiu said flatly: "Don't call me that."

Yue Qingyuan lowered his head, held his hand again, and injected a steady stream of spiritual power to relieve his injuries.

As if his courage had been shattered, Yue Qingyuan never spoke again for the next period of time.

After losing, Shen Qingqiu said: "Go away. Don't appear in front of me from now on."

Yue Qingyuan just walked out.

Go as far as you can, Master Yue.

If I can escape this disaster, I will never have any contact with someone like Shen Qingqiu from now on.

7

Shen Qingqiu stared at the entrance of the cellar with his only remaining eye.

After staring for who knows how many days, Luo Binghe finally arrived.

Even though he was in a dark and damp dungeon, Luo Binghe still looked elegant and spotless, with black traces of blood condensing on the ground when he stepped on it.

"As expected, Master Yue went to the appointment as promised. I really want to thank Master for the grieving letter written in blood. Otherwise, the disciple would not have been able to succeed so easily. I originally wanted to bring Master Yue's body back to Master for a look, but the arrow body was tempered. There was a strange poison. The disciple came closer and touched it lightly, and Master Yue... Oops, I had to take back a sword as a souvenir for the master. "

Luo Binghe lied to him.

Luo Binghe is a sinister and shameless little liar who tells too many big lies.

But Shen Qingqiu didn't understand.

Luo Binghe sat down on the chair beside him. This was his usual seat when he watched Shen Qingqiu wail and scream. He scraped the tea leaves floating in the steaming cup and commented: "A famous sword matches a hero. Xuan Su is indeed a good sword, and it is worthy of Master Yue. However, there is something more mysterious in it. It’s a great place. Master is here to enjoy his life. If you have nothing to do, you can take a good look at it. "

He had thought countless times about the last time they met in the water prison of Huanhua Palace. He tried his best to be mean and sarcastic, telling Yue Qingyuan to get out, and Yue Qingyuan got out. He may not be invited by the blood letter. But anyone who can think normally will not step into this unabashed trap.

Do not understand.

Why.

Aren't you going to come?

Luo Binghe was quite satisfied with the result, and said with a smile: "Oh, that's right. Although Master's blood letter was deeply touching, it was too careless and careless. After all, it was written under severe pain, and I understand. So as a token of appreciation. Sincerely, I have included two other things.”

Shen Qingqiu understood that the "other things" were the two legs that originally grew on his body.

This is so funny.

Ask him to come but he won't come. He was not allowed to come, but he came anyway.

Shen Qingqiu had a cold smile on his lips: "Ha. Haha. Yue Qingyuan, Yue Qingyuan."

Luo Binghe was originally in a happy mood, but when he saw his weird smile, he became inexplicably unhappy.

He asked gently: "Why are you laughing?"

Shen Qingqiu ignored him and sneered to himself.

Luo Binghe put away his proud expression and said attentively: "Master, you don't think that pretending to be crazy and acting stupid will be useful to me, do you?"

Shen Qingqiu said word by word: "Luo Binghe, you are a bastard, do you know that?"

The surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Luo Binghe stared at him, and Shen Qingqiu stared back at him.

Suddenly, Luo Binghe raised the corners of his lips, touched Shen Qingqiu's left shoulder with his right hand, and squeezed it.

The screams were piercing and terrifying.

Blood spurted out like a waterfall from the severed part of Shen Qingqiu's right arm. He screamed and laughed, breathlessly saying: "Luo Binghe, hahahaha... Luo Binghe..."

This scene is extremely dazzling.

For Luo Binghe, torturing Shen Qingqiu was originally an extremely pleasant thing. Shen Qingqiu's screams could make him feel elated. But this time, for some reason, Luo Binghe was not so happy.

His chest rose and fell more and more violently. He kicked Shen Qingqiu over and made him spin several times on the ground, with blood all over the ground.

Luo Binghe tore off his two legs in the same way back then, as if tearing off the limbs of an insect. After it hurt so much that it felt like I was in hell, this feeling was unreal.

Instead, Shen Qingqiu became clearer and more organized: "Luo Binghe, you are here today because of my gift. Why don't you thank me, but are you so ignorant? You are indeed an ungrateful bastard, hahahaha..."

After being furious, Luo Binghe suddenly calmed down, smiled sinisterly, and whispered softly: "You want to die? How can there be such a cheap thing. Master, you have done many evil things in your life, and it is harmful to have any grudges with you. Even those who have no grievances and no enmity are harmed. If you are still half-dead and can still get along with a leader, how can you deserve them if you don’t die slowly and suffer everyone’s pain at the same time?”

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 his hair disheveled and his face covered in blood, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, as if they were burning with white fire. He trembled and moved towards the broken sword.

Nothing is left.

Only one sword remains.

He was the one who brought about Luo Binghe's present day, but who was the one who forged his ending?

Yue Qingyuan should not have ended up like this.

To fulfill an old covenant that was delayed for decades and fulfill a futile promise.

The sword breaks and the man dies.

It shouldn't be like this.

The blood lines spread, and just when they were about to converge into a knot, they spread out.

broken.