Middle-earth, Nine Kings Blood Sect.
Under the warm sun, there are two deck chairs.
Li Quanzhi was lying peacefully on the couch, seemingly asleep. The sun shone on his old face, making every wrinkle clear.
King Qian, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Sect, is much older than he was during the Demon Prison War forty years ago.
The skin is loose, the bones are soft, and the waist cannot be straightened.
There was also a cane on the edge of the bench to make it easier for him to walk.
He is really too old, so old that he can only breathe.
There is a recliner next to him, and lying on it is a middle-aged man with slightly white temples. His eyes are slightly closed, with a gap still left, as if he is sleeping but not asleep.
The middle-aged man was leisurely basking in the sun, with comfort written all over his face. He asked Li Quanzhi beside him: "Old man Li, are you dead?"
Li Quanzhi slowly opened his eyes. His eyelids were wrinkled layer by layer due to aging. It took him a long time to open his eyes, and he said weakly: "What's the rush? It will probably take a while."
The middle-aged man rolled his eyes at him and said: "You said that you are going to die. You can't find a coffin in your demon sect to lie in. You have to go through all the trouble to come to me. If you die here all at once, the demon sect will think I was the one who killed you. You, you, grabbed me sixty years ago and still refuse to let me go until your death. You are really wicked."
Li Quanzhi laughed a few times and said: "Haha, you, the leader of evil cultivators, are still afraid of an old guy like me? But then again, if it hadn't been for the help of noble people back then, you Qin Xian would have died in our hands long ago. Speaking of which, , when I saw you being rescued, I really wanted to rush up and give you a knife to completely kill you, this scourge."
Qin Xian was not angry at all. Instead, he laughed and said, "Yeah, I didn't expect to have such a good life at that time. Otherwise, fate is so confusing. No one can guess what the next moment will be like. .”
Sixty years ago, that figure in a white robe of cherry blossoms fell from the sky like an immortal, like the person God had assigned to him.
It was this scene that Qin Xian remembered for sixty years. He could dream about it almost every night and couldn't get it out of his mind.
Some people always say that people will have all kinds of regrets in their life.
But Qin Xian didn't think so.
Because that day, he saw a miracle.
Li Quanzhi's eyes were a little out of focus, and he asked softly: "Qin Xian, what do you think people want in this life?"
Qin Xian opened his eyes, sat up, looked at Li Quanzhi nervously and said, "Hey, don't say such things suddenly, you're not really going to die, are you?"
Li Quanzhi sighed softly and said: "During the war in the Demon Prison, my body was left with hidden dangers."
During the battle in the Demon Prison, one of his arms was cut off by Lu Ying, and he was also seriously injured. The injury was so serious that it could not be healed. The root of the disease was established at that time.
Li Quanzhi said: "In the past forty years, old injuries have often recurred. To be honest, old man, I have thought about committing suicide. It only hurts for a while. After all, dying with your eyes closed is better than the half-dead state when old injuries recur. Much better."
Qin Xian wisely played the role of admiration and asked: "Then why don't you die?"
Li Quanzhi said: "Hey, I can't let go of the demon sect. What else can we do for this reason? The leader died young and Zhongyi took the lead alone. It would be too selfish for us old guys to just let go. I don't want to." I heard words like 'The Demon Sect is such a big sect, but the old guy would rather die than take charge of the Demon Sect's affairs', I've reached this age, and I don't want to embarrass that person."
Qin Xian touched his chin and said: "Bai Qianmie... That guy did die early. If he had lived for two more years, maybe our Nine Kings Blood Sect would not have a chance to make a comeback."
Li Quanzhi sighed and said, "Zhong Yi also died some time ago."
Qin Xian looked at Li Quanzhi in surprise: "Yun Zhongyi is also dead?"
He doesn't know the news yet.
Li Quanzhi nodded sadly and said: "Yes, you said that after so many years of taking the lead, the Demon Sect has a new leader who is as outstanding as Bai Qianmie, and he, the White Saint, has finally come to enjoy his blessings." At an advanced age, my daughter’s whereabouts are unknown, I am dead, I don’t get anything good, and I end up with such a miserable end.”
Qin Xian also felt a little complicated and said, "Good people don't live long. I believe it now."
People of his generation, such as Bai Qianmie, Su Muyun, and Yun Zhongyi, left one after another. If so many opponents were no longer around, he would definitely be happy, and maybe he would have to hang up his little whip. , drink two cups to celebrate.
But now, he just wants to live a good life and do a good job in the Nine Kings Blood Sect. He does not seek any too brilliant achievements. As long as he can reach the "okay" standard, he is quite satisfied.
Qin Xian suddenly asked Li Quanzhi: "Li Quanzhi, you insisted on killing me all those years ago. I really don't understand why you hate me so much?"
After Li Quanzhi was silent for a while, he said, "I am not you, but an evil cultivator."
"..."
Qin Xian kept silent.
Li Quanzhi sighed softly and said, "Do you want to know why I hate evil cultivators so much?"
Qin Xian thought for a while and said: "Let me guess, when you were a child, your family was torn into pieces by evil cultivators, but you were lucky enough to survive, so you hate evil cultivators and can't wait to see one." Killing one, even if you think it is too cheap, you should be made into a human pig, and then cut into pieces by a thousand cuts to relieve your anger."
Li Quanzhi shook his head and said, "No, that's not the case."
Qin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "That's not right. I think my guess of this story is very reasonable."
Li Quanzhi said: "Actually, my mother is an evil cultivator."
Qin Xian clapped his hands and said, "I understand. Your mother is an evil cultivator, so she has treated you badly since you were a child, causing a psychological shadow in your eyes. Then you hate your mother and all evil cultivators."
Li Quanzhi said: "No, she loves me very much. Although she practices evil arts, she has never hurt me."
Qin Xian pinched the bridge of his nose helplessly and said, "Guessing stories is really not what I'm good at."
Li Quanzhi recalled: "I still remember that my mother was a cannibal, but every time she caught a monk, she would leave her most precious heart to me."
"When I was young, I was ignorant and didn't know that it was the monk's heart. I naively thought that it was the food that children should eat. It tasted delicious."
"As I grew older, I naturally became sensible and understood what kind of mother I had. Although she was good enough to me, I still began to hate her. Who can accept that their mother is a monster?"
