Chapter 853 The Connection Between Ran Qiu and Ran Qiu, Ci Song's Terrifying Speculation

Ran Qiu's saintly soul eventually turned into a saintly seal. He used all his strength to force the origin of chaos to be sealed in his body.

His own consciousness began to gradually blur. He looked at the origin of chaos that had been sealed in his body and said, "Qiu, I will not disappoint Master Kong's wish."

The next moment, Ran Qiu's consciousness completely dissipated, and only Ran Qiu's saintly body was left in the endless void.

The body was quietly suspended, emitting a faint light, and the ink-colored black lotus around it was still quietly suspended, as if mourning for this brave saint.

The void is still so mysterious and profound, and Ran Qiu's feat will be forever engraved in this void, but in the end no one knows.

. . .

When everything ended, Ci Song's consciousness returned again. When he opened his eyes again, he found Bai Ye and Zhong Chou beside him, and their faces also showed a confused look.

Obviously, the two of them also saw the scene of Ran Qiu sealing the origin of chaos.

"Mr. Ran Qiu..."

Zhongsang's voice trembled slightly, and his words were full of endless emotion.

"Although Mr. Ran Qiu was expelled from his school by Confucius, his adherence to morality has never changed. Today's action further demonstrates his great benevolence and righteousness."

Bai Ye said, his eyes full of respect.

They stood quietly in front of the Confucius stele, and their thoughts seemed to be pulled back to the distant past.

The figure of Ran Qiu kept appearing in their minds, and his actions were all moving.

However, at this moment, Ci Song suddenly asked a question, interrupting the two's thoughts.

"If Mr. Ran Qiu sealed the origin of chaos at the cost of his own life, then who is Mr. Qiu we met?"

When these words came out, Bai Ye and Zhongsang were both stunned. This question was indeed beyond their expectations. Yes, if Mr. Ran Qiu sealed the origin of chaos, then he should have passed away. Then who is Mr. Qiu they saw?

"Perhaps, the Mr. Qiu we saw is just an obsession left by Mr. Ran Qiu, or a fairy in the painting?" Bai Ye pondered for a moment and said slowly.

"Not so. I have had close contact with Mr. Qiu. Before he released his talent, I never sensed any breath of talent. This is something that the fairy in the painting cannot do."

Zhong Chang shook his head and denied Bai Ye's guess.

"This Mr. Qiu, who calls himself Ran Qiu, Ran Qiu, Ran Qiu, is he Mr. Ran Qiu himself?"

"If he is Mr. Ran Qiu himself, then the origin of chaos?"

Ci Song once again said the key to the problem, which also made the three people fall into contemplation again. Mr. Ran Qiu has sealed the origin of chaos. If he is still alive, then where did the origin of chaos go?

Is everything they just saw just an illusion? But this illusion was too real, and the opportunities Ci Song had obtained were all real.

"Perhaps we need to ask Mr. Qiu in person about this matter."

Zhongsang suggested. He had a very good impression of Mr. Qiu. When Mr. Qiu was guiding him to practice the Hua character formula, he also gave him a feeling of being bathed in spring breeze.

"No." Ci Song directly rejected Zhongsang's proposal.

"Why?" Zhongsang looked at Ci Song curiously and asked.

"I can't tell you the specific reason now."

Ci Song shook his head, and then he set his eyes on Bai Ye and Zhongsang, "Two senior brothers, let's pretend that what happened today never happened."

"If outsiders ask, we only need to tell them about the foreign races worshipping the Confucius Stele. As for Mr. Ran Qiu's matter, we must not reveal a single word to the outside world."

Ci Song's expression was very solemn. Seeing this, Bai Ye and Zhongsang nodded and agreed, although they didn't know why Ci Song suddenly said such a thing.

Bai Ye still asked, "Junior Brother Ci, do you know some secrets?"

"Two senior brothers, I do know some secrets, but this matter is too involved, so I can't tell you for the time being." "But don't worry, if I really find out everything in the future, I will tell you everything."

Ci Song bowed to the two of them, and Bai Ye and Zhong Chang had to nod their heads.

The reason why Ci Song didn't dare to tell them was because he had a terrible guess in his heart. Maybe Mr. Qiu, who they had been meeting, that is, the saint Ran Qiu today, was actually Ran Qiu, but he was not the real Ran Qiu.

The real Mr. Ran Qiu had died because of sealing the origin of chaos. Someone had occupied Ran Qiu's body in some way, obtained his memory, and walked in the world as Ran Qiu.

And the one who occupied Mr. Ran Qiu's body was most likely a creature of an alien race.

If this guess is true, then Ran Qiu, the only saint in Tianyuan Continent today, the real leader of the Master's Hall, is actually a chaotic alien race.

That's too scary. Of course, all this is just Ci Song's guess, he has no evidence.

Because of this, he didn't dare to tell Bai Ye and Zhong Chang about this guess, and didn't let them take the initiative to bring up the matter. If Ran Qiu knew about this, he might kill Bai Ye and Zhong Chang.

"Two senior brothers, let's go back to Tianguan. Let's not take the initiative to bring up today's matter."

Ci Song bowed to the two again, his tone full of pleading.

"Junior Brother Ci, don't worry, Brother Bai and I are not talkative people." Zhong Chang patted Ci Song's shoulder, signaling him to relax.

Bai Ye also nodded, "Junior Brother Ci, don't worry."

The three reached a consensus and headed towards the direction of Tianguan together.

. . .

In Tianwaitian, in a courtyard in the Master's Hall, Chen Xintong was playing chess with Ran Qiu at the moment. Chen Xintong held the black piece and Ran Qiu held the white piece, and the black and white pieces kept falling on the chessboard.

On the chessboard, the two were not evenly matched. Every time Chen Xintong dropped a black piece, Ran Qiu would think for a long time, but in the end, the white piece he dropped would be eaten by the black piece. Ran Qiu held a white piece hanging on the chessboard, frowning, thinking about where to drop it.

"Xintong, your chess skills have improved more and more, and the teacher is no longer your opponent." After saying that, the white piece in his hand fell back into the chess box,

"The teacher admits defeat."

When Chen Xintong heard this, there was no joy on his face, but he looked up at Ran Qiu and looked at him.

"Teacher, please forgive Xintong for speaking frankly. It's not that Xintong's chess skills have improved, but that your chess skills have regressed."

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