The villain is respected

There was silence everywhere, Xie Chi still held the cup quietly, he watched the swaying water in it, his heart sank to the bottom of the lake little by little, but there was a smile on his lips.

"Back then, I accepted the mission of the Stained Moon Building, joined the team of the Chengyun Sect to explore the secret realm, and sent information to the Demon Sect..."

"I planned to ambush them." He counted his crimes with downcast eyes.

"It also destroyed the Xuan Lingguo that ruled Sect Master Lin's eyes." Xie Chi finally uttered the most difficult words, "So, at the stage of life and death three months later, Sect Master Lin was seriously injured by the Demon Sect."

He looked at Yu Jianhan, as if he had suddenly unloaded all the burdens, suddenly relaxed, and said with a smile: "Look, I am such a bad person...Obviously Lin Yu is kind to me, but I deceive him Him, harming his dearest relatives."

But Yu Jianhan seemed to see through everything, his eyes were clear, without any doubt or resentment, he just asked: "Is this really the case?"

Xie Chi was stunned for a moment, but he heard the man suddenly mention an irrelevant thing: "I remember that back then, Sect Master Lin Sixuan's eyes were poisoned by miasma. The wood in Linwu Peak is fragrant."

"It's a pity that there is a bloodthirsty phantom python entrenched in Linwu Peak. It is born with wisdom, enters the Tao with blood, and is extremely cruel. No ion, you can only fight it to a tie..."

Yu Jianhan's voice was calm, and he took out a small and exquisite sword pendant from his sleeve: "But one day later, the phantom python suddenly disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where it went. Mu Lixiang reappeared and sentient beings were saved."

The small sword pendant lay quietly in Yu Jianhan's palm. He stared at Xie Chi and said slowly, "Ah Xie, the fangs of the phantom snake are indeed rare, but are these really the fangs of the phantom snake..."

Does it really not belong to that phantom python that suddenly disappeared in Linwu Peak?

Xie Chi looked at the sword pendant he gave out with his own hands, as if his throat was tightly blocked by some cotton wool.

What a pity.

The sigh in the Linwu Cave, after thousands of years, echoed in his ears again. He was silent for a long time, but he laughed again: "What does this prove?"

His eyes were slightly red, but there was a nonchalant smile on his face: "Yu Jianhan, even if it comes from Linwu Mountain, what does it mean?"

Yu Jianhan said firmly in a slow voice: "If you deliberately destroy the Xuan Lingguo to harm Sect Master Lin Sixuan, then why risk your life to go to Linwu Peak... If the magic python is dead, the person who slaughtered the python will be respected Famous, but for thousands of years, I have never heard of anyone killing it——I think this is because those involved do not speak, and those who know do not speak.”

"If I hadn't got this sword pendant, I still wouldn't dare to say that the magic python is dead. At that time, I guessed a little bit, but I saw that you didn't want to say more, so I didn't ask, but now that you mentioned that time, I have to ask one more question—”

"Ah Xie, I believe you won't do this. What happened back then?"

What happened?

These words were like a sharp knife that pierced his heart, and Xie Chi felt that his internal organs were twisted into a ball, and his mouth smelled of rust.

But his dark eyes lighted up slightly, like a faint fire ignited again in the ashes that had been extinguished for a long time.

The cluster of fire shrank under the dust, but it carefully radiated light outwards. It longed for the small hope that someone could pass by and see it-please believe me, don't give up on me.

But it was afraid again, afraid that it would be trampled on mercilessly and completely annihilated in this world—after all, in all its past, what it encountered was only undisguised disgust.

Now, the careful traveler finally noticed it. He bent down and looked down, with a kind smile in his eyes: "What do you want to say, I'm listening."

Maybe he can say it again.

Perhaps, this time, someone will be willing to listen and believe.

A gleam of water flashed across Xie Chi's eyes, and he looked directly at the person in front of him, his tone trembling, with a cautious temptation in it.

"If..." He hesitated for a moment, then continued, gritted his teeth, "If I said that I have never sent any news and left the team many times just because of the poison of the moon, and I went to find no one to endure the poison, would you believe me? ?"

"I believe."

Xie Chi was completely stunned by the unexpected answer.

For a moment, he only felt that the shackles that were firmly locked in his heart were finally loosened, and they were no longer embedded in his bones and blood, which made him feel heart-piercing pain every moment.

The traveler tenderly protected the weak candle.

The light in Xie Chi's eyes became brighter, and his voice trembled: "If I said that I didn't plan to ambush, it was because I got the news of the interception in the Wuyue Tower, so I pretended to attack and let them be more vigilant. Would you believe someone who diverted to bypass the trap?"

"I believe."

As always, the affirmation made Xie Chi almost cry. His heart became more urgent and anxious, and he eagerly asked about the nightmare that had trapped him for thousands of years——

"If I said that when I entered, it coincided with the last attack of the poisonous moon poison... I left, just looking for a quiet place to stay, but I never thought that I would enter the secret realm first by mistake , destroyed the Xuanling Fruit..."

Xuan Lingguo was born in a closed spiritual realm. The reason why it is rare is that as soon as a living thing approaches it, it will destroy itself in the world and turn into a stream of pure spiritual energy.

And at that time, the poison of the dirty moon broke out for the last time. He endured the severe pain of cutting his heart and gouging out his bones, and staggered onto the side road. Entering the secret realm ruined everyone's efforts and personally destroyed the hope of curing Lin Yu's father's eyes.

Xie Chi carefully held the broken heart in front of Yu Jianhan. He waited for the final judgment and said in a trembling voice, "I swear, I never thought of harming them...do you believe it?"

"I believe."

The trust that was delayed for thousands of years finally made the tears in Xie Chi's eyes burst instantly. He slowly closed his hands to his chest, covered his aching heart, and bent his back as if unable to bear the burden.

In all the past years, no one has ever been willing to say a word to him—I believe it.

And the Xuanling Cave back then was a nightmare that he could not escape his whole life.

That day, all the disciples surrounded him with resentment and disgust in their eyes, and Lin Yu was like a high god, looking down on the humble ants. He finally showed the arrogance engraved in his inborn bones .

The man gritted his teeth and said with a sneer: "Xie Chi, how can your cheap life be worth my father's eyes."

Wen Bingyan put away the sword. He seemed to be shaking something dirty. After shaking off the bright red blood on the tip of the sword, he put the sword back into its sheath and left with Lin Yu.

The disciples around him also left with them, but one of them couldn't see that Xie Chi was let off so easily, he still sneered contemptuously: "If you want to atone for your sins, go to Linwu Peak to get mulixiang, that's for anyone other than Xuan Other than the spirit fruit, it is the only thing that can detoxify miasma."

"Hey, do you want him to die... If we can get mulixiang, why should we go all the way to find Xuanlingguo?" Another person frowned, "Who knows, the phantom python in Linwu Peak is just Even Wu Ion can only fight it fifty-fifty, if he goes, he will definitely die!"

"Didn't he say that he didn't want to harm us? Then prove it with your life."

Finally, as the night fell and the last hustle and bustle dissipated in the cave, Xie Chi slowly got up, half of his clothes were wet with blood, he was almost unable to stand, but his eyes were extremely stubborn and determined.

Linwu Peak, Mu Lixiang.

Even if I risk my life, I must bring it back.

……

Those pasts that were too painful eventually became sharp thorns in Xie Chi's heart. It hurts when touched, and can't be pulled out or melted away, so they can only reconcile with it.

Everyone blamed him, saying that those who came out of Xuyu City were really wolf-hearted things; that Moxiu was always cunning and vicious; that he was the one who deliberately ambushed and summoned to destroy the Xuanling Fruit back then...

Xie Chi couldn't argue with a hundred words, and at the same time, no one was willing to listen.

Over time, he talked too much, even Xie Chi himself almost believed it, so he didn't refute anything.

He seemed to have acquiesced to the piles of accusations and grievances back then, and only accepted all the malice in silence—until he stepped into the dark East Sea alone.

"Yu Jianhan." Xie Chi raised his head, obviously smiling, but the man could tell at a glance that he was very sad, so sad that he was about to die: "Sometimes I always think, if that day, I will die How nice it would be."

If he died, he wouldn't destroy all hope with his own hands, and maybe have a shaky, fake friendship.

Perhaps many years later, when Lin Yu and the others thought of the name Xie Chi, they could still vaguely feel that this was an old friend of mine.

A bad, but not bad old friend.

It's not like now, where life and death are unknown, and enemies are turned against each other.

"But I'm glad again. Maybe I survived at that time just to guard the Eastern Paradise Sea and keep hope in this world." Xie Chi finally had a smile in his eyes, like a flash of light in the dark night sky. A little starlight.

Thousands of years of loneliness and pain were finally erased in that understatement of "hope".

Hearing this, Yu Jianhan's hand clenched the sword pendant tightly. He used the pain in his palm to suppress the sudden killing intent in his heart, and lowered his eyes to hide the slight blood in his eyes.

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"What are you doing in the Eastern Wild Sea?" The young man Yu Jianhan asked curiously while holding his sword.

There was a light in the man's eyes, he took a handful of the dazzling sunlight, and said with a slow smile: "I am doing something very meaningful."

In eternal solitude, alone guarding the faltering——the candle of the world.

Yu Jianhan at that time didn't understand the meaning, but he could see the burning hope in the eyes of the person in front of him,

But now...

That little hope turned out to be a deceit that he thought was ridiculous.