The door of the hall opened.
What came into view was a large area of golden light. Inside the hall of the State Preceptor, the carved beams and painted rafters were decorated with fine gold powder, the cloth curtain was hanging low, the floor was covered with thatched mats, and the soft cushions were all embroidered with golden silk. It was magnificent and luxurious.
In this golden floating light, there was a man in a wide robe with wide sleeves sitting by the window with his back to him. He was playing the zither with his head down.
The zither had human skin as the surface and hair as the strings. There were nine human eyes on the body of the zither. When the strings were plucked, those eyeballs would roll along with his hand gestures.
Hearing the sound of the door being kicked, the man played the last three notes at a moderate speed, suppressed the trembling strings, and calmly said,
"The night is quiet, what can I do for you?"
Li Qingqian's voice was full of hatred. He held the bloody sword and said, "I'm here to seek revenge!"
"Oh …" The State Preceptor smiled lightly, "In the Nine Regions, whether it is a living person or a resentful ghost, there are many who want to seek revenge on me. However, there are those who have the ability to break into the palace alone and come to my hall. "
He slowly turned around and said indifferently, "There really aren't many."
As he raised his head, the lights in the hall lit up.
The State Preceptor of the Burning Country was also wearing a golden mask, and the black eyes behind the mask were surging with undercurrents.
He chuckled, "Immortal, what kind of revenge are you looking for?"
Li Qingqian said bitterly, "Blood revenge!"
"Oh?" The State Preceptor got up with interest and asked, "Which one did I kill?"
Li Qingqian knew that it was useless to tell him the name of Hong Shao, so he gritted his teeth and said, "The girl who sacrificed to the mountain … You know what you have done. You … liar! "
The State Preceptor was silent for a moment, and then he sneered, "It turns out that the Immortal is angry for a beauty …"
Li Qingqian was so angry that he almost trembled, and his eyes were red, "You said that you looked for those women who looked similar to you to be the Saintess and teach astrology, but the fact is that you buried them alive in Phoenix Feather Mountain and sacrificed them to the mountain god! Is that right?! "
The State Preceptor said, "No."
"…!"
Li Qingqian had always been a reasonable person. As soon as he heard him flatly deny it, he suppressed his overflowing hatred and stared at him with his eyes wide open and his chest heaving up and down.
The Imperial Preceptor sighed, "Immortal Monarch, you have made such an inference. You've wronged me."
"I … I …" Li Qingsu looked like he wanted to ask, "How did I wrongly accuse you?" However, he was too agitated and the Imperial Tutor's words were too unexpected. He didn't know how to ask.
The Imperial Preceptor said, "It's true that I took in those women, but you said that I buried them alive as sacrifices to the Mountain God, that's completely wrong. Little Immortal Monarch, let me ask you, what kind of Mountain Deity is there in Phoenix Feather Mountain? "
"…"
"Even the Mountain Gods of the Five Great Evil Mountains may not be able to obtain a hundred Maidens as living sacrifices. What is the ranking of the Phoenix Feather Mountain?"
"But, but …"
"It doesn't have any spirituality. At most, it's just a feng shui death trap. You listened to the rumors on the street and insisted that I wanted to sacrifice the Mountain God. Therefore, for no reason, I pushed those hundreds of women into the burial pit and let them die." The State Preceptor paused and said, "I'm not that bored."
Li Qingqian obviously didn't want to believe the State Preceptor's words. However, the other party's words were reasonable and didn't have any sophistry. Therefore, his expression seemed to be particularly blank.
This blank expression made him look very tired and extremely pitiful. It was as if the Heavens wanted to take away the fire of revenge from his body, leaving him only a cold and empty skeleton.
The State Preceptor's pair of deep eyes looked at him like this. He watched him lower his head, watch him stare blankly, watch him lack willpower.
After a long while, the State Preceptor raised his slender fingers and covered his mask. Suddenly, he laughed softly.
Li Qingqian suddenly raised his head and looked at this strange man with a pale face.
In his blank eyes, the State Preceptor was like a player teasing birds. He laughed even harder. His laughter was almost like cold water flowing, forcing Li Qingqian to have goosebumps all over his body. "Hahaha … Hahaha …"
"What are you laughing at?!"
"Pfft, I'm laughing at you for being interesting. You're really too interesting. Master Li, the Breaking Water Sword, I've heard a lot about you. It turns out that the masters in today's world are as innocent as you?"
Li Qingqian was stunned. "You knew it was me …"
"If I couldn't recognize the clanging of swords outside, wouldn't I be deaf?"
Li Qingqian was stunned. "So, you were lying just now?!"
The State Preceptor sat back on the zither stool, one hand on the body of the zither and the other on his knees. His eyes were dim and his smile was sweet. "Hmm? Why would I lie to you? What I just said to you is true. "
"I didn't sacrifice those hundred women to the mountain, but I did bury them. Not for the fate of the country, just for … "He paused and laughed." Just for fun. "
Li Qingqian was stunned. "You —!"
"Do you know why I chose these women?" The State Preceptor casually plucked the strings, making intermittent and meaningless sounds. Then he lowered his eyes and smiled. "In fact, they can't be blamed for anything except for being like a bitch."
He sighed. "That bitch taught me so much." His black eyes were shining. "I'm not happy."
"You … You're crazy …"
"That's right, I'm crazy." The State Preceptor laughed. "But, if I told you that I'm actually a lovestruck person, would you believe me?"
"You —"
"Aren't you curious about who those women look like?"
Li Qingqian didn't answer, but the State Preceptor didn't care. He leisurely continued. "They all look like a saintess I once raised … a bitch. I treated her generously, but she didn't show me filial piety. Instead, she betrayed me and did something against my will. Then she ran away. "
"I've always been asking about her whereabouts, but I couldn't find her. It wasn't until many years later that I heard that in Chong Hua, there was a woman with peerless beauty who got married. That was her. "
The State Preceptor used the most casual tone to express the monstrous resentment in his heart. "Tsk, tsk, how touching. Everyone said that this woman, who was so young and beautiful, had married such a cold and unfeeling man. She must have gone crazy and taken things too hard. She obviously had the beauty of a hibiscus, but she was obsessed with an unromantic ice block. She really failed to live up to the beauty. "
The hair-tempered strings made a hair-raising sound under his hands.
The State Preceptor grinned. "I think so too." He pointed to the side of his head. "I think that she married that person because he was sick here."
"You see, she's so naughty. She didn't want to be the State Preceptor or saintess, but she wanted to be someone's wife. Aiya, she made me so angry." When the State Preceptor said this, he kept smiling, as if he was talking about something trivial. "But what can I do? I'm so high up, and my status is so high. I can't steal the bride, right? So … "
His lips split open like a beast's, revealing two rows of teeth. "I thought of a wonderful idea. To relieve my unhappiness. "
He looked at Li Qingqian, whose face was as white as a sheet, and said lightly with a smile, "I'm also married."
"Isn't she a peerless beauty, rare in the world, and knows how to seduce people? I'm going to marry a few thousand or even a few hundred girls who look exactly like her. That slut raised her own status, so I'm going to trample her down into the mud. What devastatingly beautiful … Hahahaha, I can find as many as I want! What's so great about marrying her! "
"…!"
This time, not to mention Li Qingqian, even Mo Xi thought that this person must have some illness to be so crazy.
"Look at me. I summoned hundreds of saintesses, and all of them looked exactly like her. Who does she think she is? " The State Preceptor said excitedly, his eyes shining. "If I want to marry them, I can make them wear a golden crown and put on a phoenix robe. I can make them kneel in front of me one by one — "
Li Qingqian originally didn't answer, but when he heard this, he suddenly shouted, "Hongshao won't kneel in front of you!"
Unexpectedly, the State Preceptor glanced at him and didn't deny it. He laughed and said, "Someone won't kneel."
"…"
He licked his white and sharp canine teeth, narrowed his eyes, and said sweetly and eerily, "But, all those who dare to resist, those who are unwilling, those bitches …" He sneered twice, "As long as they are killed, they will all be obedient."
"You! You are simply —! " Li Qingqian was angry and sad at the same time. His entire body was trembling. He had never scolded anyone, but at this moment, he was filled with hatred. However, he did not know what to say. Thus, his face turned red and his lips trembled slightly.
The State Preceptor just smiled, his eyes flashing with satisfaction and cruelty. "Don't they have to be proud and unyielding? Alright, then I'll bury them all in Phoenix Feather Mountain and turn them into vengeful spirits!! "
"Don't say anymore …"
"There are many unsatisfactory things in this world, and it's impossible for everyone to do as I wish. Although I can't do as I wish, I can let the world know what it means to live if you obey me and die if you oppose me! "
"You are crazy … You are crazy!"
Li Qingqian couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out his long sword, and with a flash of green light, he went straight for the State Preceptor's head!
Mo Mie had seen countless enemies. At this moment, he could tell that this move was Li Qingqian's lifelong ability. It was truly a move that could shake the heavens and shake the earth. Sweeping snow and breaking rocks. There were no more than three swordsmen in the world who could match this move.
But the State Preceptor didn't move, he just sat high up, and with a slight flick of his fingertips, the human-skinned zither made a clanging sound, and the light of the Broken Water Sword was dimmed. A moment later, it exploded and turned into nothingness!
"How —" Li Qingqian was stunned. Even Mo Xi couldn't imagine that such a shocking move could be so easily broken. The State Preceptor dispersed the light of the sword, got up, and raised two fingers. His figure was as fast as a ghost.
When Li Qingqian came back to his senses, the State Preceptor had taken away his long sword and held it between two fingers.
With a little force, it broke into a thousand pieces!
"You …" Li Qingqian took a step back and shook his head in horror, "How did you …"
The State Preceptor smiled, "How can I break your sword move so easily?"
"…"
The pair of eyes under the golden mask flashed with a faint luster. The Grand Tutor casually threw away the sword hilt and slowly walked towards Li Qingsu. Suddenly, he struck out fiercely and raised his hand to support himself on the pillar behind Li Qingsu. He closed in like a cheetah that was about to pounce on meat.
"It's the Broken Water Sword." The State Preceptor's voice was low and sweet, "What can't I do?"
Li Qingqian's face lost the last bit of color. He couldn't retreat and leaned against the thick cedar pillar. His pupils contracted rapidly, and he stared at the pair of eyes behind the golden mask.
He was suddenly surprised.
— Are … are these the eyes in his memory?
The almond-shaped eyes that saved him and his younger brother from the smoke of war, as if it was raining in Jiangnan?
He didn't dare to be sure, nor could he be sure. He felt cold, every drop of blood, every inch of flesh and bone was freezing … His Broken Water Sword was derived from the sword manual left behind by that green-robed cultivator. Other than that person, who else in the world could so easily break his sword technique?
But how could this crazy, twisted, and dark State Preceptor be the man who saved him?
How, how could it be?! The only similarity between them was this Golden Veil …
There were many cultivators in the world who liked to cover their faces with masks and not let others see their true faces. How could this lunatic be his benefactor?!
How could it be?!!
He didn't have Hongshao anymore, and he had lost his future.
Now that the world was cruel, was it going to destroy his past as well?!
Li Qingqian trembled, "No … No … You're not …"
The State Preceptor's eyes were like a knife, cutting down from between his eyebrows, tearing his flesh and peeling off his bones and blood bit by bit, easily seeing through his trembling heart.
"Haha, although this Breaking Water Sword is not perfect, but when I was young, I really loved it." The State Preceptor chuckled, "Listen, five years to change the spring and autumn, ten years to go against the vicissitudes of life … Just these two sentences of the sword spell, you can see how young and frivolous you were."
Li Qingqian slowly shook his head, and suddenly said crazily, "No! You're definitely not him! You can't be him!! "
The State Preceptor didn't answer. He only lowered his eyelashes and smiled coldly, "Li Qingqian. Since you've learned this sword manual, you can be considered half of my disciple. Good disciple, I know you hate me, but I haven't played enough in this world, so I can't die so easily. I can only send you on your way first. "
Li Qingqian's face turned pale.
The State Preceptor chuckled, "Alas, I originally planned to use the ghosts of Nu Weeping Mountain to refine the sword, but it was all ruined by you, little rascal. You just walked right into the trap, so I can play with you. Don't worry, after you die, I'll definitely refine you into a divine weapon. You have to be obedient, and don't cry. "
Li Qingqian wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of the person in front of him … Could it really be the person who saved him that year, the green-clothed swordsman he had been chasing all this time?!
"Is the Broken Water Sword yours … Did you pass it to me … That person that year … Was it you …?" His voice was broken.
The State Preceptor didn't answer directly, but only smiled, "Actually, I didn't want to pass it to others at all. But … Forget it, there's nothing to say now. "
After he finished speaking, he straightened up, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, "Come, come, come, I'll let you experience what the real Broken Water Sword looks like! Master. Father. Teach. You! "
Mo Xi, "!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a green light suddenly flashed in front of him, as fast as flying swan, and as ruthless as thunder breaking through the Ninth Heaven. In an instant, blood spurted out!
The light in front of him shook violently, and Mo Xi saw Li Qingqian lying in a pool of blood, and the State Preceptor used the blade to tear open Li Qingqian's chest, and actually pulled out the still-beating heart, liver, intestines, and lungs with his bare hands. The State Preceptor kept laughing crazily, and his laughter didn't dissipate …
In the scarlet red, the State Preceptor licked the blood that splashed on the corner of his lips, and chuckled, "Li Qingqian, the girl you like shouldn't be like her. You, on the other hand, shouldn't have learned this sword technique. "
He stared at Li Qingqian's corpse, and said lightly, "It's you who don't know how to behave. You can't blame me even if you die."
The last scene was the State Preceptor getting up, and using his bloody hand to grab Li Qingqian's neck, and dragging him out of the golden State Preceptor Hall, into the starry night.
There was a line of fresh blood on the golden bricks, and Li Qingqian's corpse was gradually dragged away by the State Preceptor. When they disappeared around the corner of the hall, the State Preceptor's unbridled and hoarse laughter suddenly rang out, and he sighed with joy and madness —
"Five years with a sword to change spring and autumn, ten years with a sword to go against the vicissitudes of life. This sword is so sharp that it can cut through water … "
After a pause, he shouted with extreme joy and pain, breaking through the long night, "My heart that can't be broken in my life … to the King!"
The wild song was like a whirlpool in the dream, and everything returned to silence. Mo Xi suddenly fell into a dark abyss.
…
When he opened his eyes again, the first thing that came into his eyes was the clear night sky, and the stars were dazzling. A few sparse branches reached high into the sky, and the withered leaves on the branches were slightly curled.
The memory had ended, and he returned to Murong Chuyi's courtyard.
Mo Xi lay on the ground, and the words "This sword is so sharp that it can cut through water, but my heart that can't be broken in my life" still lingered in his ears. The scenes in the dream were still in front of him. From the sword dance in front of the hut to the bloodstains in the State Preceptor Hall.
He looked at the night sky, and his Adam's apple moved. He didn't know what to feel. But after a long time, he suddenly had a thought in his mind —
He thought, what if Hong Shao wasn't sick back then?
If she was blessed by the heavens and healthy, would they always be together? The world would have one less sword demon, and one more pair of lovers. Xiao Gong Gu turned into an old woman, and she had always been noisy around Li Qingqian.
Was there such a possibility?
Mo Xi wasn't sure. When he was young, he knew very little about love. At that time, he thought that as long as he did his best, lovers would be able to get married.
Later, he found out that it wasn't true.
It turned out that in this world, there was something called destiny.
When love was deep, destiny would turn into poverty, old hatred, illness, and so on. Everything that one couldn't imagine or guess would be hammered on their interlocked hands.
Some people stopped when they were in pain.
And those who were in pain but didn't give up, and those who were in pain but didn't give up, would probably end up like Li Qingqian, being hammered into a bloody mess, with their tendons and bones exposed. Their bones were smashed, and their tendons and blood were cracked.
In the end, they were still stubborn.
And they also asked for an unrecognizable ending.
He got up. The others hadn't recovered from the effects of the drug, and were still in a deep sleep. His gaze swept over them one by one, and finally fell on Gu Mang's side — Gu Mang was still unconscious.
Mo Xi's heart was very depressed. He couldn't help but think that the relationship between him and Gu Mang was actually the same. There was a class gap, and the hatred for their country overcame them. Gu Mang couldn't bear the pain, so he left him.
In the end, he was still the one who was cut off.
But maybe, in fact, the feelings between them couldn't even be compared to Li Qingqian and Hongshao. Perhaps from the very beginning, their fingers had not been intertwined. Perhaps it was his own wishful thinking, his own wishful thinking as he held Gu Mang's fingers, forcing Gu Mang, refusing to let Gu Mang leave.
All those years, when Gu Mang said "I love you", he didn't know how much of it was true.
Mo Xi closed his eyes, holding his throbbing temples, and slowly pulled himself away from the aftertaste of the illusion and heartache.
At this time, the others also began to move, waking up from the illusion one after another.
Yue Chenqing didn't experience the hardships of the world, nor did he experience the helplessness of love. Therefore, although he felt that Li Qingqian was pitiful, he didn't feel anything. He was only disgusted by the last scene, and as soon as he got up, he lay on the ground and retched.
"That national master of the Burning Country … He must be a pervert!" Yue Chenqing vomited a few times, gasped for breath, and said weakly, "Why did he dig out people's stomachs for no reason? Is he a wolf reincarnated?!"
The two Murong were relatively calm. Murong Chuyi was expressionless, and his eyes were closed. The Murong Lian leaned his head against the rockery and said, "Sword spirits, you know that the more miserable the death, the more powerful they are. In the past, there were some refiners who liked to cover people with sticky glue, peel off their skin, smear it with sugar water, and throw it into a bee hive … "
Yue Chenqing waved his hand, motioning him to stop talking. He covered his stomach and began to vomit again. "Retch —"
The Murong Lian probably found Yue Chenqing's vomiting disgusting, so he stopped talking. He stood up with the help of the rockery, stretched his body, and sneered. "But now I know that Li Qingqian's Broken Water Sword is not his own, but from the sword manual given to him by the national master of the Burning Country."
Murong Chuyi said, "They are not the same."
"Why aren't they together anymore?"
"The Broken Water Sword is a new move that Li Qingqian created after he was reborn. The principle of the sword is that 'the sword of benevolence cuts water, the sword of justice cuts sorrow, the sword of poverty helps the world, and the sword of hardship does not shy away'. However, the core of the sword of the man of the Burning Country is that 'this sword can cut water, but it can't cut the heart of the ruler.' One wields the sword for righteousness, the other wields the sword for love. They are not on the same path. "
The Murong Lian was startled, and then sneered, "Chi Xian, Chi Xian, you are really a lunatic."
Yue Chenqing was really eager to protect her uncle. The nausea from vomiting had not subsided yet. When she heard Lord Wangshu talk about Murong Chuyi like this, she could not help but be angry. "You are not allowed to scold my fourth uncle!"
The Murong Lian squinted and said, "Why can't I scold him? In the whole Chong Hua, other than the ruler, is there anyone that I, the Murong Lian, cannot scold? "
"Brother Murong, you, you, you, you are unreasonable! I am going to tell the ruler! "
The Murong Lian said unhappily, "Little darling, why don't you tell your mother?"
Yue Chenqing's face paled, and she was so angry that her whole body trembled. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly saw a flash of white clothes, and a crisp 'pa' sound. Murong Chuyi actually raised his hand and gave the Murong Lian a solid slap on the face!
This time, everyone was stunned. The Murong Lian was slapped until he could not recover for a long time. He covered his face in anger and shock. "You … you actually dare …"
Murong Chuyi's wide sleeves fluttered, and his silk belt fluttered. Under his sharp eyebrows, his eyes were as cold as a knife. "Why wouldn't I dare?"
The Murong Lian was about to explode, and his peach blossom eyes were red with anger. "You bastard! This Prince is – "
Murong Chuyi gave him another slap. "Who do you think you are?"
The Murong Lian had never been humiliated by someone of the same generation in his life. He was so angry that he saw stars, and the hand holding the tobacco pipe was trembling. "You … how dare you … I am going to report this to the ruler. You, offended your superiors …"
Murong Chuyi slightly narrowed his phoenix eyes, and his thin blue lips opened and closed. He coldly returned the Murong Lian's words to him. "Why should I report this to the ruler? Why don't you go and tell your mother? "
With these words, the Murong Lian's face instantly turned red! The veins on the side of his neck bulged, and he immediately wanted to rush up and fight Murong Chuyi!
Murong Chuyi moved sideways to avoid him, and with a wave of his wide sleeves, he said coldly, "Tell him to scram."
Yue Chenqing did not expect that his Fourth Uncle would order him to do something. His eyes suddenly widened, and he nodded in a daze. "Oh … oh, okay …"
Unexpectedly, Murong Chuyi said, "I am not talking to you."
"Ah?"
The wooden mecha creaked, and the bamboo warriors surrounding Gu Mang suddenly moved their limbs, and all of them moved towards the Murong Lian.
Murong Chuyi stood with his hands behind his back, and stood behind the wooden mecha. He looked coldly at the Murong Lian and said, "Send the guest away."
The Lord Wangshu had a high status, and wherever he went, he would be worshipped. But at this time, Murong Chuyi sent a group of wooden men to chase him away. Moreover, looking at their posture, if the Murong Lian did not leave, they were going to put him down and carry him away. The Murong Lian was so angry that his whole body trembled. He pointed at Murong Chuyi and said angrily, "You, dare!"
Murong Chuyi's white robe was like snow, and he said coldly, "Throw him out."
The bamboo warriors shouted 'Ada Ada Ada' as they followed the order and threw Murong Lian out like a swarm of bees.
After throwing the Murong Lian out, Murong Chuyi came back with an indifferent look on his face. He sat at the stone table in the courtyard and said to Mo Xi as if nothing had happened, "Lord Xi He, sit."
Mo Xi: "…"
Chi Xian was indeed a lunatic …
Yue Chenqing seemed to be used to his uncle's personality, and he asked earnestly, "Fourth Uncle, can I sit too?"
Murong Chuyi did not even look at him, "You stand."
Yue Chenqing said dejectedly, "… Oh …"
Murong Chuyi raised his finger, and two bamboo warriors immediately came out from the verandah, holding a teapot and a plate in their hands, and placed them on the table.
Two cups of tea were poured, and Murong Chuyi said lightly, "Let's get down to business. Now that Li Qingqian's past is clear, what does Lord Xi He think about the Sword Demon who ran away? "
Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang a few more times, and then he looked away, saying, "He should be in the Chong Hua, and he won't leave. He will also go to find the peerless beauty that the State Preceptor mentioned. "
Yue Chenqing interrupted, "But, that Sword Spirit is so strange. The Grand Master Li we saw in our memories was such a good-tempered person. Why is he now … "
Mo Xi said, "Li Qingqian is a Sword Demon, not a Sword Spirit. He died tragically and was refined into the Red Peony Sword. At first, his consciousness could still be preserved, but the Red Peony has been with the State Preceptor for a long time, and it must have absorbed a lot of resentful spirits' blood. Under such circumstances, his mind and behavior will become more and more similar to his master's. "
Yue Chenqing was shocked, "So the Li Qingqian we met, his temperament is closer to the State Preceptor's?"
Murong Chuyi said, "Yes."
Yue Chenqing thought for a while, "I see … then the Red Peony Sword should have been given to someone else by the State Preceptor, right? If it still belonged to the State Preceptor, then it shouldn't have fallen into the hands of the Murong Lian. "
Mo Xi shook his head, saying, "It doesn't matter who the Red Peony Sword belongs to. The important thing is who he will find next. "
Murong Chuyi said, "That's right. After Li Qingqian transformed, he deliberately imitated the actions of the State Preceptor. His obsession is so deep that he has gone crazy, and he can't be judged by ordinary people's actions. However, his obsession isn't hard to guess. He wants to find the 'peerless beauty' that the State Preceptor mentioned. "
Mo Xi agreed with Murong Chuyi's words.
Li Qingqian didn't want to kill those girls immediately after capturing them. Instead, he wanted them to tell him where other similar girls were. Then, he would capture them one by one and humiliate them to death based on the information they revealed. Li Qingqian probably thought that if the State Preceptor didn't hate this girl for marrying someone else, Red Peony wouldn't have died.
Li Qingqian had already gone crazy.
Mo Xi thought of this and asked, "Yue Chenqing, about ten years ago, do you know who the most beautiful girl in Chong Hua was?"
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