Mortal Bones

One stick of incense before.

Qilu Hall, Siguo Cliff.

Jin Yue, who was weak in breath, took a pardon order and passed through stone doors one after another, and finally came to a prison located a hundred feet deep under the Siguo Cliff.

Through the hole in the prison's iron door that was ten feet thick, 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, looking forward with empty eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Zhao... Zhao Qian."

After hesitating for a long time, Jin Yue finally shouted.

"Jin Yue, don't think about trying to get me to say something. I don't know more about my junior master than you do."

Zhao Qian said without turning his head.

While speaking, he still stared at the wall in front of him with empty eyes.

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

Jin Yue was about to explain, but he didn't want to trigger the injury on his body, and he started coughing violently.

Hearing the coughs, Zhao Qian, who originally had a hollow look in his eyes, suddenly turned his head and looked at the prison door and asked:

"Who hurt you so badly?"

Jin Yue did not answer, but took out the pardon order and asked the disciple beside him to open the prison door.

Amid the sound of a mechanism, the heavy iron door was slowly pulled up.

Jin Yue stepped into the prison.

"I deserve it."

As he spoke, he suppressed the surging blood in his body, leaned against the wall and sat down slowly, then sighed and said:

"I should have been alert when he kept chasing Su Chan's whereabouts, otherwise he would not have fallen to such an irreversible point today."

Hearing this, Zhao Qian's face suddenly became solemn, and then he asked in a deep voice: "Is your kid possessed by a demon?"

Jin Yue did not comment.

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

"Zhao Qian, if it weren't for you, a coward, Qing'er wouldn't have died, and Zhi'er wouldn't have been possessed by the devil. Everything is because of you!"

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

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

Jin Yue became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Because you, Senior Brother, are more suitable for Junior Sister to entrust her life to than a waste like me."

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

At that time, he was over 30 years old and still couldn't break through the Wangyou realm. He felt that his future was bleak. Even if he knew that Junior Sister had a good impression of him, he didn't dare to accept it, thinking that it would delay her.

"You fart!"

Jin Yue scolded again.

"You left the secular world without a word, and it has been thirty years since you left. My junior sister has traveled to almost every secular place in Zhenwu Heaven to find you. But you ended up marrying a secular woman and giving birth to a daughter."

"That day, Qing'er's hair turned white overnight, and my little junior sister, who always had a smile on her face, will never smile again."

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

"Brother, you are right to scold me. I... am a coward. I failed my junior sister and harmed her."

Zhao Qian lowered his head even lower.

"Do you know why Qing'er asked me to find you and end her life after she became a demon?"

Jin Yue asked coldly.

"You want me to feel guilty for the rest of my life."

Zhao Qian murmured with his head down.

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

Because as long as he picked up the sword, he could recall her face with a faint smile when he helped his junior sister end her life that day.

"So you've always thought so?"

Jin Yue smiled coldly.

"Isn't it?"

Zhao Qian suddenly raised his head and looked at Jin Yue with a puzzled look.

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

"At that time, the junior uncle was not there, and the candidate for the head of Qingxuan had not been decided. Once Qing'er became a demon, no one would be able to stop her, and Qingxuan would be devastated."

"Because of the magic lotus, she couldn't choose to end her life, and could only ask others for help."

"But even if she could suppress part of the power of the magic lotus at that time, there was no way to guarantee that she would be able to suppress the backlash of the magic lotus power at the critical moment of life and death when others ended her life."

"After all, everyone is afraid of death."

Jin Yue murmured.

"Then why did they choose me?"

Zhao Qian became more and more confused.

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

Jin Yue suddenly laughed, but his smile turned into anger, and then he almost yelled at Zhao Qian:

"It's you! It's you, the waste! It's you, the coward!"

Hearing this, Zhao Qian froze there motionlessly.

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

Junior Sister Qing'er that day.

Wearing the hairpin he gave her, the moon-colored skirt she often wore when she was young, and even drawing eyebrows.

And he used to think that Junior Sister Qing'er deliberately dressed like this to make him feel guilty, so that he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.

"Bang!"

Zhao Qian hit his head heavily on the ground.

"Brother, give me a quick death."

Zhao Qian, with blood all over his head, pleaded with Jin Yue with despair in his eyes.

Jin Yue did not speak, but threw the pardon order and a moon shadow stone at Zhao Qian's feet.

"I have thought about tearing you into pieces countless times, but when I thought of Qing'er, who would hate me, I put all these thoughts away."

"The same is true for Qingxuan Sect."

"If it weren't for the scenery that Qing'er would never forget until her death, if it weren't for Qing'er's respect for Junior Master, I would have left long ago."

"Zhao Qian, stop being a coward. You have already let down Qing'er who treated you so well. Now you have to let down this group of disciples who... regardless of life and death... come to save you... come to save the Seven Peaks?"

Jin Yue said in an increasingly weak voice.

Hearing this, Zhao Qian was stunned at first, and then picked up the moon shadow stone on the ground and passed a stream of true energy into it.

In an instant, the scenes of the Seven Peaks disciples who risked their lives to win the Seven Peaks Competition appeared before his eyes.

Looking at these scenes, Zhao Qian's body could not help but tremble. There was confusion and anger in his eyes, but more of it was 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, Jin Yue looked at Zhao Qian with unwilling eyes, and then used up his last bit of strength to say:

"Zhao Qian, stop being a coward. Go to Cangjianping to get your sword back, kill Zhou Tong, the madman, and put an end to this joke!"