Junior sister, we really can’t roll anymore.

"Zhenwu, what happened between you and the ancestors of Xuanmen?" Old Man Qiankun asked a question that had been buried for a long time.

The painting scholar placed the tea cup heavily on the table, feeling cold all over his body.

Old Man Qiankun was not afraid and said seriously: "Zhenwu, for the sake of my demise, can you tell me the truth about that year?"

The truth deliberately concealed in the Xuanmen inheritance from generation to generation.

A cold light flashed in the painting scholar's eyes, "Then have you guessed my identity?"

Old Man Qiankun hesitated for a moment and said: "The first God-killer."

"Now that you've guessed it, isn't it difficult to understand the story behind it?" The painting scholar asked sarcastically.

"I have always had a doubt, why did you join the God-Rebels in the first place?" Old Man Qiankun stared at Scholar Danqing with curiosity in his eyes.

The painter's eyes were deep and dark, "Because the gods covet my things and have tried to kill me many times. I have always been used to living alone. I kill the gods by myself and there is no way out. At this moment, the God-defying God appears and I am looking for someone to kill me." I cooperate."

"Listening to their sincere words and seeing their miserable looks, I felt soft-hearted and agreed to cooperate in killing the gods."

"But I never thought that there is no difference between the God-defying God and those gods."

"No, those who rebel against God are not even as good as gods. Gods at least steal things openly. Those who rebel against God are like evil ghosts lurking in hell, waiting for opportunities."

When the painting scholar reached this point, he stopped and looked at Old Man Qiankun coldly, "Can you guess what happened next?"

Old Man Qiankun's face didn't look good.

The closer he got to the truth, the more uncomfortable he felt.

The conflict between the ancestors and Zhenwu may never be reconciled.

The Xuanmen sect masters in the past dynasties basically died at the hands of Zhenwu.

Only he avoided this pursuit because he knew Zhenwu when he was young.

At that time, he had not yet become a disciple of his master, but he was extremely yearning for Xuanmen.

By the chance of traveling, he and Zhenwu got acquainted without fighting, and became Taoist friends who talked about everything.

Later, he became the successor of Xuanmen. When he met Zhenwu again, it was when Zhenwu entered Xuanmen.

Zhenwu wants to kill his master.

He stepped in to stop him, and Zhenwu let the master go.

And he and Zhenwu became passers-by from then on.

The master told him that Zhenwu was the person protected by Xuanmen for generations, and no matter what happened, he was not allowed to do anything to Zhenwu.

The master is the th sect leader of Xuanmen. He does not know the specific grudges between Xuanmen and Zhenwu. He only knows that the ancestors owe Zhenwu a debt that can never be made up.

The masters of Xuanmen are all saints.

It shouldn't have changed so quickly, all of this stemmed from Zhenwu.

Zhenwu will always kill the Xuanmen sect leader on time. He will not kill other people in the Xuanmen sect, only the sect leader.

He is the longest living sect leader in Xuanmen.

I watched Zhenwu change countless identities with my own eyes.

But no one from Xuanmen went to Zhenwu for revenge, because only the Xuanmen leader and Zhenwu knew the truth about the death of the Xuanmen leader.

After he took over as the sect leader, he deduced Zhenwu's identity many times.

Each time it came at a huge cost.

But after repeated deductions, he finally got a glimpse of the truth. Zhenwu had cooperated with the ancestors of Xuanmen, and then suffered betrayal from the ancestors.

Because of the existence of Zhenwu, the ancestors had the glorious moment of Xuanmen later.

However, Zhenwu almost died due to the actions of his ancestors, so Zhenwu always killed the Xuanmen master at the expense of himself.

Now I hear these words from Zhenwu again.

Suddenly he seemed to have guessed all the truth.

Zhenwu was the first god-killer. He shouldn't have died. The ancestors killed him.

The ancestors took advantage of Zhenwu's exhaustion of strength after slaying the God Queen, and took everything from him.

They got a chance to practice from Zhenwu.

It laid the foundation for the subsequent victory of those who rebelled against God.

It can be said that without the cooperation between Zhenwu and the Rebels, there would be no victory for the Rebels.

But those who rebelled against God killed the one who saved them from fire and water.

Old Man Qiankun's hand holding the tea cup kept shaking. At this moment, he admitted that Zhenwu was kind. If he had such an encounter, he would definitely massacre all the people of Xuanmen.

Scholar Danqing glanced at the trembling hands of old man Qiankun and chuckled, "Qiankun, you should be lucky. By the time it comes to you, there won't be much hatred left for Xuanmen."

"Perhaps before every race takes off, there will be a stepping stone."

"But no one would be willing to be this stepping stone!"

The painting scholar said, raising his hand to signal Old Man Qiankun to give him the teacup.

Old Man Qiankun handed it over and said: "Zhenwu, I'm sorry. If I had known you earlier, I would never have let my ancestors do this. I know it's too late to say this, but I still want to apologize to you."

The corners of the Danqing scholar's thin lips were slightly curved, and his eyes were full of sarcasm, "Things that are irreversible can only be realized through repentance and compensation, so that I can appreciate your sincerity. But Qiankun, remember, I can never forgive your ancestors! "

Old Man Qiankun took a deep breath and remained silent.

"Qiankun, do you know how the Xuanmen Sect Master came to be a saint?"

"Didn't you get it from God?"

"Then do you think I only killed the Xuanmen sect leader?" Scholar Danqing's face was stained with a bit of evil.

The killings he had committed over the years had already filled him with resentment.

Those Xuanmen sect masters always thought that they died innocently.

Always curse him desperately before death.

But they don't understand that the karma owed to him by the Xuanmen ancestors is enough to erase everything.

"Does it have something to do with us becoming saints?" Old Man Qiankun's slightly narrowed eyes finally widened a little.

Scholar Danqing made another cup of tea and poured a cup for Old Man Qiankun, "They took advantage of my weakness and took away all my treasures and my bones and blood. They even made a pact with me to protect you Xuanzong forever. Door."

"My bones and blood ensure that Xuanmen will become a saint, and Dao Yue allows the master of Xuanmen to take away my opportunity and luck."

"They don't know that protection is sometimes a form of restraint. If I can protect them, I can kill them."

"This is why I can always accurately find the master of Xuanmen."

When the painting scholar talked about this, he became much calmer.

Elder Qiankun had new doubts, "Zhenwu, even if you were injured during the duel with the gods, with the strength of the ancestors, it is definitely impossible to force you to agree to this agreement. Why did you agree?"

The painting scholar said coldly: "They have my most precious things, so they can naturally threaten me."

Old Man Qiankun didn't want to ask any more questions this time.

The ancestors went too far!

How could he repay and make up for such a sin?

And the current situation, no matter what he does, can no longer make up for it.

Can Xuanmen and Zhenwu's grudges only live forever?

Old Man Qiankun opened his cloudy eyes and stared at the scholar in a trance.