In front of a stick of incense.
Qilu Hall, thinking over the cliff.
Jin Yue, who was weak in breath, took a pardon order and passed through stone gates one after another, and finally came to a prison located a hundred feet deep under Siguo Cliff.
Through the hole in the ten-foot-thick iron door of the prison, he finally saw the familiar face that he had hated his entire life—Zhao Qian.
That's right, the person he is looking for is Zhao Qian.
At this time, Zhao Qian was lying on his back on a stone bed, staring blankly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Zhao...Zhao Qian."
After hesitating for a long time, Jin Yue finally shouted.
"Jin Yue, don't try to trick me. I don't know more than you do about my junior uncle."
Zhao Qian said without looking back.
As he spoke, he was still staring blankly at the wall in front of him.
"I'm not...cough, cough, cough..."
Jin Yue just wanted to explain, but he didn't want to cause the injury on his body, so he coughed violently.
Hearing these coughs, Zhao Qian, who had empty eyes, suddenly turned his head to look at the cell door and asked:
"Who hurt you so badly?"
Jin Yue did not answer, but took out the pardon order and asked the disciples on the side to open the cell door.
In a burst of mechanical sound, the heavy iron door was slowly pulled up.
Jinyue stepped into the prison.
"I brought it upon myself."
As he spoke, he suppressed the surging energy and blood in his body, slowly sat down against the wall, and then let out a long breath and said:
"He should have been vigilant when he kept searching for Su Chan's whereabouts, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up in such an irreparable situation today."
Hearing this, Zhao Qian's face suddenly became serious, and then he asked in a deep voice: "Is that boy of yours possessed by a demon?"
Jin Yue was noncommittal.
He raised his head with difficulty, looked at Zhao Qian with resentment in his eyes and said:
"Zhao Qian, if it weren't for you, a coward, Qing'er wouldn't have died, and Zhi'er wouldn't have become a demon. Everything happened because of you!"
Zhao Qian said nothing because this was indeed a knot in his heart.
"You knew clearly that Junior Sister Qing'er liked you, so why did you give her up to me? Why!"
The more Jin Yue talked, the more excited he became.
"Because senior brother, you are more suitable for junior sister to entrust you with your whole life than a loser like me."
Zhao Qian lowered his head and his eyes became a little dim.
At that time, he was over 30 years old, but he still could not break through to Wangyou Realm. He felt that his future was bleak. Even if he knew that his junior sister had a crush on him, he did not dare to accept it because he felt that it would delay her.
"You fart!"
Jin Yue scolded again.
"You left the world without saying a word, and it has been thirty years since you left. In order to find you, junior sister almost traveled to every secular place in Zhenwu Tian. The result was good for you. Not only did you marry a secular woman, but you also lived in the world. Got a daughter."
"That day, Qing'er's hair turned gray overnight. My little junior sister who always put a smile on her face would never smile again."
His voice became smaller and smaller as he spoke, as if he was recalling the past again.
"Senior brother, you are right in scolding me. I... am just a coward. I have failed and harmed my junior sister."
Zhao Qian's head dropped lower.
"Do you know why Qing'er asked me to find you after she became possessed by the devil, so that you could end her life?"
Jinyue asked coldly.
"You want me to feel guilty for the rest of my life."
Zhao Qian lowered his head and murmured.
It was precisely because of this incident that he tied the sword to himself and never used the sword again.
Because as long as he picks up the sword, he can recall her face with a faint smile when he helped his junior sister to kill her.
"So you've always thought this way?"
Jinyue smiled coldly.
"Isn't it?"
Zhao Qian suddenly raised his head and looked at Jin Yue with a puzzled expression.
"What is planted in Qing'er's body is Jiuyou's most powerful magic lotus. Once it gets out of control, Qing'er will definitely become a demon lord with her talent and qualifications."
"My junior uncle was not around at the time, and the candidate for the head of Qingxuan was still undecided. Once Qing'er becomes possessed, no one will be able to stop her, and Qingxuan will surely destroy all living beings."
"And because of the magic lotus, she has no choice but to kill herself. She can only ask others for help."
"But even if she was able to suppress part of the power of the magic lotus at that time, there is no guarantee that she would be able to suppress the backlash of the power of the magic lotus when someone else takes her life and faces a life-or-death situation."
"After all, everyone is afraid of death."
Jinyue murmured.
"Then why did you choose me?"
The more Zhao Qian listened, the more confused he became.
"Because... because she knows that even if she is possessed by a demon, there is one person in this world that she will never forget. That person..."
Jin Yue suddenly laughed, and his smile turned into anger, and then he almost shouted at Zhao Qian:
"It's you! It's you, the loser! It's you, the coward!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian froze there motionless.
Suddenly, everything that happened that day emerged in his mind extremely clearly.
Junior sister Qing'er that day.
Wearing the hairpin he gave her, the Yuehua skirt she often wore when she was young, and even painted her eyebrows.
In the past, he had always thought that Junior Sister Qing'er dressed up like this on purpose to make him feel guilty, so that he would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
"boom!"
Zhao Qian hit the ground hard with his head.
"Brother, give me a pleasure."
Zhao Qian, whose head was covered with blood, begged 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 that Qing'er would hate me, I put all these thoughts away."
"The same goes for Qingxuan Sect."
"If it weren't for the scenery that Qing'er would never forget until her death, and if it wasn't for the junior uncle whom Qing'er respects the most, I would have left long ago."
"Zhao Qian, stop being a coward. You have already let down Qing'er who treated you like that, and now you want to let down this group of disciples who... regardless of life and death... came to save you... who came to save Qifeng?"
Jinyue said in an increasingly weak tone.
Hearing this, Zhao Qian was stunned for a moment, then picked up the moon shadow stone on the ground and transferred a stream of true energy into it.
In an instant, the scene of the Seven Peaks disciples risking their lives in order to win the Seven Peaks Competition appeared in front of him.
Looking at this scene, Zhao Qian's body couldn't help but start to tremble. There was confusion and anger in his eyes, but more of it was self-blame and guilt.
"Zhao Qian, sometimes I am really jealous of 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 unwillingly, and then used his last strength to say:
"Zhao Qian, stop being a coward, go retrieve your sword from the Hidden Sword Ping, kill that lunatic Zhou Tong, and end this joke!"
