Douluo: Qianyue was reborn, I am her own brother

Qian Daoliu's forehead veins bulged.

He opened his mouth silently, but ultimately didn't curse again.

The air became silent.

Qian Daoliu lowered his eyes, looking at Qian Xunji as if in thought or self-reflection.

He frowned and said:

"Speak, what did you see clearly?"

Qian Xunji looked at Qian Daoliu with a bitter face, and said faintly:

"The father is to blame for not teaching the son."

"Y-you, what did you say?!"

Qian Daoliu's face became a little unsightly.

"Don't, old man, don't be like this! I didn't mean to blame you."

Qian Xunji quickly waved his hand and explained.

Qian Daoliu's breathing became a little stagnant, and he couldn't help but doubt himself.

He turned his head to look down the mountain.

He said in a deep voice: "Then tell me, what does this mean?"

Qian Xunji smiled, he didn't have any intention of shirking responsibility.

Pillowing his arms, he said with emotion:

"Dong'er is certainly wrong! But my mistake is more than just being against morality."

"…"

Qian Daoliu raised his eyebrows and glanced at Qian Xunji.

"Heh."

Qian Xunji smiled self-deprecatingly.

He explained:

"Once a teacher, always a father."

"In the end... in the end, I didn't teach Dong'er well, that's why these dirty things happened later."

"…"

Qian Daoliu's face darkened again.

According to Qian Xunji, tracing back to the source, wouldn't the source be him?

"Old man, I'm really not blaming you."

Looking at Qian Daoliu's face.

Qian Xunji didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly got up to comfort his old father.

"You've done enough, really!"

"But talent is innate, I can't live up to your expectations."

Qian Daoliu's breathing was slightly short, and he didn't dwell on it any longer.

He said painfully:

"Since that's the case, why don't you listen to what I taught you! I said it before..."

"Be careful of that woman!"

"Haha..."

Qian Xunji chuckled, reaching out and pressing on Qian Daoliu's shoulder.

His face was a little apologetic.

"Dad, actually, I can live."

"But I gave up, so I hope you don't hate Dong'er."

Qian Daoliu's eyes widened, his face full of incomprehension.

"What are you saying?!"

"Alas."

Qian Xunji sighed and explained:

"Two children caught in the middle will inevitably be made out to be thankless on both sides."

"Then why can't she die?!"

Qian Daoliu's eyes were angry, and he was already overwhelmed.

"If I were ruthless, I would have killed Dong'er long ago!"

Qian Xunji responded with a sneer, then felt a little helpless.

After all, he raised her!

Although she was wrong, he wasn't really a beast.

Besides, Bibi Dong's mistake was nipped in the bud by him before it could be committed.

Qian Daoliu's face was ugly.

"Back then... I didn't see any reluctance in you!"

"People will change, and at that time, didn't I just want to create a genius?"

Qian Xunji opened his five fingers, covered his face, and lay back on the grass.

"It's all good now..."

"In the family, I'm the most useless, who dies if I don't?"

Qian Daoliu suddenly became silent.

Why did Qian Xunji want to create a genius for the Qian family so much?

"Dad, am I right?"

Faced with Qian Xunji's question, Qian Daoliu came back to his senses and cursed.

"Right my ass!"

"But you have to admit, Dong'er's talent is higher than mine, and her methods are even better than you and me. It's obviously more appropriate for her to be in charge of the Papal Hall."

Qian Xunji smiled helplessly.

Without him.

Not only Qian Renxue and the others, but even the Spirit Hall would become better.

Hearing this.

Qian Daoliu's expression changed slightly.

"You said you want her to be the Pope?!"

Qian Xunji asked back: "Do you have other suitable candidates in your heart?"

"…"

Qian Daoliu opened his mouth, speechless.

In the silence.

Qian Xunji's body began to slowly become illusory.

The surrounding buildings began to crumble.

"The time is up."

Qian Xunji sat up calmly.

Looking at Qian Daoliu with tears in his eyes, his eyes were also red.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I'm worthy of the Qian family."

"Xunji!"

In Qian Daoliu's plea.

Qian Xunji's figure was illusory, and he slowly floated into the air.

"Old man, you have to come later, I want to be quiet for a while."

"Xunji!"

Qian Daoliu stood up and reached out to grab it, Qian Xunji's figure scattered...

In the air, there were floating dim golden light particles.

The sound came from all directions.

"Dad, let Dong'er take care of Xiaojue and the others along with my share..."

Whoosh!

A gust of wind swept through.

The light particles in the air went straight into the sky.

The Hall of Offerings behind Qian Daoliu disappeared, and Spirit City below began to collapse...

Suddenly!

Qian Daoliu looked at the Papal Hall on the hillside.

His eyes were self-deprecating, and he sincerely agreed with Qian Xunji's words.

"Haha... Xunji, you're right!"

Standing on the hillside was the old Papal Hall from decades ago.

In front of the hall square

Qian Daoliu was holding a long sword, asking the golden-haired and elegant boy.

"Xunji, do you remember why you are cultivating?"

"Child remembers!"

The boy nodded with a smile.

Waving the long sword in his hand, he said confidently:

"Dad said that Xunji's cultivation is to reproduce the glory of the angel!"

"Haha...!"

The laughter from Qian Daoliu.

Overlapped with the self-deprecating laughter on the top of the mountain.

The entire space had been turned into nothingness, leaving only two drops of turbid tears.

It turned out

He had planted the seeds of disaster for Qian Xunji from the beginning.

……

Inside the Hall of Offerings.

Qian Daoliu woke up faintly.

Looking at the familiar scene around him, feeling the wetness on his face.

Qian Daoliu quickly stood up.

Looking into the coffin that had just been half-closed.

Only then did he return to reality.

Looking at Qian Xunji, his eyes were full of guilt and self-blame.

After a long time without movement.

"Xunji, don't worry, Dad will fulfill your last wish."

Qian Daoliu's voice was hoarse and firm.

Saying that, he no longer hesitated.

Bending down, he completely closed the coffin lid and hammered in steel nails with his bare hands.

The coffin was sealed!

Holding up the coffin with one hand, he was about to walk out.

But the ashes under the coffin made Qian Daoliu stop.

Frowning, he raised his hand and pinched the Soul-Seizing Orb on his chest.

After a little thought.

He already understood what happened just now.

"This grandfather of mine seems to be very incompetent."

Qian Daoliu smiled self-deprecatingly.

Holding the coffin in his hand, he flew towards the Papal Hall on the hillside.

While placing the coffin properly.

He also sent an order to the front line from the Papal Hall.

Tomorrow

Launch a general attack on the Clear Sky School!

It's time to end this farce.

……

The next day.

Qian Xunji's coffin was carried by red-clothed bishops, circling around Spirit City.

The entire Spirit City was solemn and sad.

The Pope, as the belief of the vast majority of soul masters on the continent.

On such a day.

Even outside Spirit City, many people spontaneously mourned.

The Upper Three Sects, the Lower Four Sects, and the two great empires are behemoths.

They all had to come to observe the ceremony in person.

But now is the time when the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky School are at war.

Being in a special period.

Most of the major forces only sent a few representatives to come.

I wish you all a happy life!