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Zhuang Qiu watched the death of his younger siblings, and now he watched his father die in front of his eyes. That tall and majestic man was helpless in front of the sky full of gods and ghosts.

Zhuang Qiu thought, in this case, he might as well die, so he took the initiative to walk towards the group of ghosts who killed his father, but until he walked in front of his father, those ghosts didn't even look at him , They tore and bit Zhuang Qiu's father's body, ignoring Zhuang Qiu at all.

Zhuang Qiu got angry, he picked up his father's saber casually from the ground, wanted to fight off those ghosts, and then found that the sword he held in his hand went straight through these ghosts.

On his body, the talisman that spontaneously ignited without fire flickered on and off.

At this moment, Zhuang Qiu didn't know that what was on his body was an imaginary talisman, which was not drawn by Shenyin casually, but a talisman that took him three days of concentration to draw.

This talisman, which condensed the three days of hard work and spiritual energy of the monks in the transformation stage, was surprisingly effective. Zhuang Qiu walked among these ghosts, neither could they touch them, nor could they touch himself, as if he was a fake , does not exist in this world.

From the confusion at the beginning to the pain now.

He found the body of his mother and concubine, and the body of everyone he knew in the past.

But he alone can't die.

Loneliness spread in Zhuang Qiu's heart and took root in his flesh and blood, making him miserable.

Among the corpses all over the ground, Zhuang Qiu climbed up the tower alone.

Then, amidst the raging fire, he jumped down from the tower.

……

The fire burned for three days, Moxiu looked at what he had practiced contentedly, as if he was looking at his hope of breaking through.

But before he could be happy, despair came.

The golden Haoran sword energy directly penetrated his heart and lungs, and then directly destroyed his soul.

In front of Xiao Yi, this man who had transformed himself into a god was just an enemy with one sword, and he only needed one sword to keep Ya'an.

In the dilapidated ruins, there were still a few fires burning, Xiao Yi glanced with his divine sense, and unexpectedly found a child who was still alive.

He walked in front of the child, felt the aura of the talisman that had dissipated from him, and then sighed deeply.

He brought the only widow in the city back to the Qingyuan Mountains.

When Zhuang Qiu woke up again, he only remembered that he wanted to save his country, but he still let the country be buried in a fire.

Xiao Yi pointed to Shenyin and said: "From now on, he will be your master, you must follow behind him and inherit his mantle."

Zhuang Qiu kowtowed three times and knelt nine times on the ground to pay homage to the teacher, and then was sent by Shenyin to the cave opened at the end of the mountain.

Five or six years passed in a blink of an eye, Zhuang Qiu finished his daily practice, and occasionally quarreled with Xiao Yi, and occasionally asked for a script from Master Qinghong. He never wanted to fight against fate, because he knew that fate could not be changed.

Shenyin has very complicated feelings towards Zhuang Qiu. Every time she sees him, she can always think of that sincere and respectable middle-aged man, but she can't help him. She can only watch him perish together with his country. It's because of guilt, so he doesn't like to talk to Zhuang Qiu, but he has never treated Zhuang Qiu badly about the exercises and cultivation.

After a few years of being unexamined but extremely leisurely and happy, Zhuang Qiu saw his junior brother for the first time.

At that time, the junior brother's country had just been shattered, and his parents were both dead. He was selected by the fairy envoy of the Qingyuan Mountains to survive, so Zhuang Qiu thought he was the same as him the first time he saw him, and felt that they had the same disease.

He loves this little junior brother, and because of the same experience, he was able to talk together, and they became good friends who talked about everything.

Then, fate started turning its gears again.

His friends forgot about him.

Zhuang Qiu was not discouraged, every time, he would renew his friendship with his junior brother, and even the relationship between the two of them was once so good that they wanted to spend their whole lives together.

But the younger brother will still forget.

For a long time, this matter has become an obsession in Zhuang Qiu's heart, which he can't get rid of, and as the number of times he forgets increases, his obsession becomes deeper and deeper.

A year before his death, he finally couldn't bear the collapse, he decided to give up, let Ji Qingning go and himself too.

But it was on this day that God made things turn around.

……

Zhuang Qiu woke up suddenly.

Sadness spread to his heart all of a sudden, and he sat on the ground collapsed.

No wonder Xiao Yi treated him so well.

It's no wonder that Xiao Yi treated everyone without pretense, but he took great care of him.

He thought it was Xiao Yi who liked him and was friends with him, but now he realized that it was just Xiao Yi's guilt for the demon cultivator who slaughtered the city.

Xiao Yi is like this, so is Qinghong, and even Shizun feels guilty towards him.

It turns out that in the end, no one in this world loves him at all. What he has, the feelings he thinks are worth cherishing, are all bought with the flesh and blood of the people of his country.

He would rather not.

Zhuang Qiu sat on the ground and didn't yell. He was exhausted physically and mentally.

In the sky, the old voice continued: "Have you seen yourself clearly? What is the meaning of your practice of swordsmanship?"

Yeah, what is it.

Become the head disciple of the Taixuan Sword Sect and win glory for the Taixuan Sword Sect?

Zhuang Qiu thought, he has recognized a thief as his father for the past 12 years, even if he died, he would have no face to meet his father, queen, mother and concubine.

How could he live such a failure.

It is better to die than to live alone like this.

Zhuang Qiu smiled bitterly, grabbed Duan Sheng in his hand, Duan Sheng sensed Zhuang Qiu's intention, he hummed, trying to make Zhuang Qiu wake up and not commit suicide.

But Zhuang Qiu no longer knew what the meaning of living was, he slowly put the sword on his neck.

He was standing on the last step, with a broken life on his neck, the outermost layer of skin had been cut.

Ji Qingning saw it, he was looking at Zhuang Qiu all the time, he thought Zhuang Qiu was going to succeed, but who knew that he had reached the last step, and he wanted to kill himself.

He didn't know what happened to Zhuang Qiu in that illusion, he only knew that he would never see Zhuang Qiu again after dying like a lamp going out.

Ji Qingning was so anxious that he called Zhuang Qiu, trying to wake him up.

"Brother!"

"Zhuang Qiu!"

He rushed directly down the steps two steps in succession, the change of gravity bent his special wheelchair, made his spine bend down, and a mouthful of sweet blood rushed directly to his throat.

Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, but he was still shouting at Zhuang Qiu who was in front of him.

They were too far away, Ji Qingning's shout was weakened layer by layer by the void, and only a little bit remained in Zhuang Qiu's ears.

But Zhuang Qiu heard it.

He raised his head in some confusion, blood flowed down the blade of the sword to the hilt, Duansheng refused to absorb Zhuang Qiu's blood, he tried in vain to dispel Zhuang Qiu's idea of ​​committing suicide in this way.

Zhuang Qiu was wandering on a bridge when he suddenly heard someone calling him.

On the other side of the bridge are his father and mother, and he wants to cross the bridge to catch up with them.

But someone behind him is calling him, who is it, I always feel a little concerned.

"Father, wait for me!" Zhuang Qiu trotted a few steps to follow.

But neither the father nor the mother stopped. He ran in a panic and chased all the way, but he could only see their backs.

"Brother! Don't go!"

"Zhuang Qiu, if you dare to die, I will whip your corpse and throw you to the dogs!"

Zhuang Qiu paused, and he turned his head to look, but he couldn't see clearly the face at the bridge.

He turned his head again, "Father, wait for me!"

The father suddenly turned his head at this time, he looked at Zhuang Qiu with extremely complicated eyes, and then slowly said: "You still have unfinished business in this world, go back earlier."

Zhuang Qiu woke up suddenly, and then sat limply on the steps panting heavily.

He touched the wound on his neck and looked at the blood on his hands.

This last step is terrifying.

Completely destroyed my own mind.

It can actually make a person who has completed the Nascent Soul stage give birth to the will to die.

Now that Zhuang Qiu has escaped from that state of despair, he can naturally think rationally. Xiao Yi's feelings for him are definitely not just guilt. They have been together for so long, and the feelings between them are not fake.

But now he was not willing to let him face Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi didn't directly kill his father, but he also chose to stand by and watch.

Zhuang Qiu is not the Zhuang Qiu of that time. He has practiced in the cultivation world for so long, and he has long known that the cultivation world ignores mortals. Xiao Yi is already one of these monks who treats mortals pretty well.

But this incident still became a thorn in Zhuang Qiu's heart.

He wouldn't want to kill Xiao Yi, but he wouldn't be the head disciple of the Taixuan Sword Sect any more, to fight for glory for the Taixuan Sword Sect.

He is just Zhuang Qiu now.

He cultivated the sword not for others, but for himself.

It is for myself to be stronger, to be able to protect the people I want to protect one day in the future, and to refuse what I don't want to do.

Also for one day this kind of tragedy of not being able to protect the one you love won't happen again.

To have freedom of choice.

Zhuang Qiu put Duansheng away, stopped the bleeding, and calmly walked towards the final gate.

On the steps, Ji Qingning struggled to get up. He looked at his legs in disgust. His cursed legs were limp on the ground. Without the wheelchair, he looked like a cripple.

When he stabilized his qi and blood and raised his head again, Zhuang Qiu had already reached the final door.

The gloom in his eyes receded slightly, and his eyes fell on Zhuang Qiu without blinking.

The next moment, Zhuang Qiu pushed the door open and entered.

There is only a lotus pond and a room on the side of the door, which is not as solemn and solemn as Zhuang Qiu imagined, but more like a mortal residence at the foot of the mountain.

Zhuang Qiu pushed open the door and looked inside.

Sitting inside is a gentleman in white. He is holding a volume of books and is carefully studying the contents of the books.

Zhuang Qiu couldn't feel his realm, but he should not be an ordinary person to appear here.

Zhuang Qiu said politely: "Senior."

The man seemed to know who Zhuang Qiu was, and he pointed to his belongings.

There is nothing else on it, only a lotus seed.