"Why don't you practice it?" The voice echoed lightly in the hall. Jiuchengqiu straightened his drooped head and did not dare to turn around. The tone of his voice sounded too much like his mother's.
Xuan'er has no memory. She has not recovered, but she has watched the Yangrenzhai trial from the beginning to the end from the perspective of a bystander. She knows the power of the sword and all the hatred.
Xuan'er appeared at the door of the hall and blocked the light source.
"Shouldn't we take revenge? Why don't we practice it?" This was also Xuan'er's confusion. Wasn't this her mother's last words before she died?
"It's not revenge." Jiuchengqiu covered his ears, "Father asked me not to practice, but to prove to the world that we are not demons and to prove our innocence."
"He's just too weak!" Xuan'er said angrily, "Besides, how can you prove his innocence if you don't practice swordsmanship?"
Jiuchengqiu was stunned, it seemed to be the reason.
Yeah?
no.
The sword is not innocent. Shui Miaomiao has proven that it is forged for killing. The innocent ones are the Li family. Practicing the sword only proves once again that the sword is for killing.
But Xuan'er didn't understand, she was angry. If Jiuchengqiu had practiced swordsmanship earlier, he would have had the ability to be arrogant among the others, and she wouldn't have had those experiences.
"Mom will be sad when she sees it. She is sad that you are so cowardly! You have completely forgotten her last words."
"It's not me, I don't have it!" The wound that was simply treated by Shui Miaomiao stretched open due to trembling, and Ninefold Vengeance fainted...
Wen Renxian asked Leng Ningchi to watch Shui Miaomiao and stop running around, but Shui Miaomiao took Leng Ningchi's hand and shook it a few times, and Leng Ningchi and Shui Miaomiao came to Yaolu.
The four rooms in front of Yaolu were not surprised to see Shui Miaomiao arriving, "Mr. Mu An has returned to Renjing Xiaozhu."
"Tsk, everyone, you said that your medicine house is also a peaceful place, why don't you want to stay here."
Although he didn't receive a call from his little brother, Shui Miaomiao got the news during a chat with Sijun that Wenrenxian's injury had healed, but Xianyan Xianzun said that he was afraid of recurrence and asked his little brother to stay longer.
You said that if my little brother had left the Ancient Immortal Sect long ago, would things like today still happen? Shui Miaomiao suddenly wanted to quarrel with Xianyan Xianzun.
When he turned to leave, he heard a hissing sound coming from the medicine house. Shui Miaomiao stopped and asked, "Is there anyone else in the house?"
"It's Mr. Jiuzhongqiu and Xuan'er who sent them unconscious. They must have woken up."
"Why are you still fainting? I'll go take a look."
Walking into the medicine house, walking towards the inner room and bypassing the partition, Xuan'er was feeding Jiuchong Qiu some medicine.
Jiuchengqiu refused as always, but he seemed to feel a lot gentler. He took the medicine bowl and drank it in one gulp, regardless of whether it was hot or bitter.
Xuan'er took a handkerchief to wipe the corners of Jiuchengqiu's mouth.
"Ahem." Shui Miaomiao felt that she should speak out. She might not know what would happen soon.
Jiuzhongqiu looked up and saw Shui Miaomiao standing next to the partition. His eyes seemed to be a little evasive. He moved back. Shui Miaomiao raised his eyebrows. What did this guilty expression mean?
Waving to Xuan'er, Xuan'er left the cubicle with one step and three turns. Shui Miaomiao felt that she was particularly like a stick, a stick that can beat a mandarin duck.
Leng Ningchi was outside, and Si Jun was diagnosing her pulse.
Shui Miaomiao knew that Leng Ningchi was learning something from Wen Renxian, but he didn't know what he was learning. He had to go to the medicine house every two days.
Sitting on the edge of the couch, Shui Miaomiao took out a handkerchief from her arms and threw it to Jiuchongqiu, "Wipe it."
Jiuzhong Qiu took the handkerchief and really wiped the corners of his mouth, then folded it up and said, "Wash it and return it to you."
"No, you keep it, will you need it later?"
Jiuzhongqiu looked at the light crimson handkerchief with butterflies embroidered in his hand, frowned, and asked tentatively, "Can you change the color? Just darker. How can I take out this pink one outside?"
Thinking that Jiuchengqiu didn't like it and didn't want to carry it with her, the answer was more straight than a straight man. Shui Miaomiao fell backwards, leaned on the bedside shelf, lightly supported her cheeks, and just looked at it.
She didn't speak, and neither did Jiuchengqiu. The two of them just looked at each other quietly from a distance, and their tacit understanding was always used in strange ways.
When Jiucheng Qiu avoided her sight, Shui Miaomiao spoke directly, "Do you know that you look guilty now, as if you have done something sorry for me?"
"I didn't." Jiucheng Qiu denied it vigorously, then shrank back and whispered, "I, I just dreamed about my mother."
"ha?"
"She asked me to practice swordsmanship." After saying this, Jiucheng Qiu felt relieved.
"Are you feeling guilty about this?" Shui Miaomiao had a complicated mood. After a while, she asked faintly. She wanted to wear a handkerchief a few minutes ago and strangle herself. She also put a handkerchief in it.
Jiuchengqiu did not make any move, which was equivalent to acquiescence.
"The sword is white." Jiucheng Qiu whispered.
Shui Miaomiao smiled, "If you think you can practice, will you dodge me?"
Jiuchengqiu lowered his head and repeated eloquently, "But the sword is white, and someone told me how to prove innocence without practicing sword practice."
Shui Miaomiao frowned, not understanding the relationship between cause and effect.
Turning Jiuchengqiu's whole body to face him, Shui Miaomiao held Jiuchengqiu's cheek, "I thought so too, because of these words, I caused you to build the foundation with a knife."
"No," Jiuchengqiu explained anxiously.
"Listen to me." Shui Miaomiao rubbed Jiucheng Qiu's face and forced to silence her voice, "The sword is not good. It has nothing to do with whether you practice it or not. It is created purely for killing."
Jiucheng Qiu looked at Shui Miaomiao and said seriously, "With you here, I won't be confused by the knife."
Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but smile, "Thank you for trusting me, but I can't do it."
"You told me about things in the mortal world. I don't want to make you sad, but I think your father actually asked you to prove it but didn't let you practice swordsmanship. He knew it well and there was no way he could leave it to you. It's an impossible task. He wants you to gain enough strength to investigate the truth of what happened and prove it for the family, not to prove the innocence of the knife. The point is not the knife."
"But if I don't practice swordsmanship, I won't have the strength."
"But when you rely on it to gain strength, you can only kill. It doesn't mean that you will be controlled. You haven't used it for so many years, so you know how bad it is at confusing people. A knife is a knife, but this knife You gain strength by killing. The moment you practice it, you are compromising..."
"But me." Jiucheng Qiu's eyes were filled with tears. He thought of his father, mother, and sister. Their family of four finally parted ways.
His mother and sister thought he was weak and asked him to take revenge, but the road given by his father was too difficult and too long, and he was afraid that he would forget it.
"Don't think so much." Shui Miaomiao patted Jiucheng Qiu's face, retracted her hand and thought, "You suddenly want to practice swordsmanship, there must be something wrong."
Let's just say that Ninefold Chou was trained by Shui Miaomiao. Ninefold Chou had also thought about this, but he couldn't think of any solution.
He was also ridiculed over and over again as a waste and weak.
To be honest, there are a few people who can hold the magic sword in their hands and remain unmoved. Shui Miaomiao thought it was nothing at first and even instigated the ninth level of revenge. Immortal Master Xianyan also felt that the sword was nothing. It was because the world was making too much fuss. He just goes with the flow.
And Jiuchengqiu is already stronger than anyone else in being able to stick to his true intentions.
