Dedicated every day to make Master go crazy

Yellow Springs Valley.

Back Mountain.

Mu Qianya stood aside, watching Qingli pour a glass of wine in front of the [-] tombs in the back mountain with the wine jug.

The wine used by the owner of Huangquan Valley is naturally the best wine, with a strong aroma. Standing by Mu Qianya, he can also smell the strong aroma of the wine. The aroma of the wine permeates the entire back mountain.

Qingli's expression was very calm when toasting, he was even a little expressionless, he didn't say anything, but silently offered a glass of wine to each tomb all the way.

There are one thousand and five graves on the back mountain of Huangquan Valley, where the one thousand and five disciples who held the sword peak were buried.

Even Qingli herself back then.

"It's been 500 years, and the revenge of that year has finally been avenged." After pouring wine in front of each tomb, Qing Li walked out of the tombs with the empty wine jars, stood in front of the back hill and looked at the pile of tombstones on the top of the hill, "They can finally rest in peace."

The 21 murderers who bloodbathed the Sword-Holding Peak back then have all bowed their heads, and the [-] disciples on the Sword-Holding Peak back then embraced the life of their beloved senior brother for their lives, but now Qingli can do for them and himself back then. Yes, only by killing the murderers who killed them in the first place.

Mu Qianya didn't speak, he just stood aside and silently watched Qingli doing these things.

It wasn't until Qingli walked up to him with the empty wine jar that Mu Qianya looked at Qingli and comforted him with some hesitation: "Well, it's been 500 years, and they must have been reincarnated into the world. Now it can be regarded as an ending for them , understand their cause and effect.”

As long as people in the realm of comprehension have not been wiped out after their death, they can be reincarnated like ordinary people.At the beginning, the thousands of disciples on the Sword Holding Peak did not have high cultivation bases, and none of them reached the Yuanying stage, so there was no Yuanshen to break.

Now that 500 years have passed, these disciples must have been reincarnated into the world. Because they were monks in their previous lives, these disciples must have good aptitude after reincarnation. Now that Qingli has killed the murderer who killed them, it is over. The cause and effect of their previous lives, and the path of cultivation of these former sword-holding disciples in the future will all depend on themselves, but it must not be very difficult, at least they can reach the realm of their previous lives.

Mu Qianya said this to Qingli because he wanted to comfort Qingli. He saw that Qingli was not in a good mood now, so he wanted to forgive him.

Qingli didn't answer his words.

The man in red stared silently at the man in white for a long time, and finally lowered his eyes after a long while.

The slender and thick eyelashes instantly covered the thoughts in Qingli's eyes, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

In the next second, Qingli flipped his hands.

The empty wine jar in his hand disappeared in an instant, replaced by a black iron sword.

Qingli raised her eyes, raised her hand, raised the black iron sword in her hand, and pointed it at Mu Qianya.

Swords face each other.

Mu Qianya froze for a moment when Qingli just raised the iron sword, but then relaxed.

He looked at Qingli who raised his sword to face him, and a relieved smile gradually appeared in his eyes, as if he knew the ending a long time ago, and now he finally waited for it.

Mu Qianya raised her eyes to Qingli standing opposite her.

The man in red was tall and slender, with a handsome face, and there was a sharp sword intent between the corners of his eyes and brows.

This is his apprentice.

It was the apprentice he brought back from the mortal world himself.

He taught him mental skills, sword moves, and even taught him to read and write.

He taught him so hard himself.

He still remembered the appearance of Qingli when he first picked him up in the small world.

The young man in the blue cloth has delicate eyebrows and looks like the warm sun when he smiles. The corners of the eyes and brows are shining like a piece of rough jade. Although it is uncut, the faintly reflected light can make all the people in the world smile. Everyone pays attention to it.

At that time, Qingli was still young, with immature eyebrows and soft eyes.

Qingli would always hug Mu Qianya from behind with a smile, and when Mu Qianya looked back, she could always see the gentle and attached light in the young man's eyes, as soft as the rising sun in March.

He treats him like a treasure and takes good care of him to grow up.

I don't want to expose him to every bit of wind and rain.

But now, the boy who was attached to him back then has finally grown up.

He finally fully grown into a man's appearance, with handsome eyebrows and sharp eyes.

He raised his sword to face him, his eyes were full of bloody sword shadow and knife light.

There is no more tender nostalgia at the beginning.

The black iron sword in Qingli's hand was the one Mu Qianya was familiar with.

He is naturally familiar with this black iron sword. Mu Qianya personally found it and gave it to him when Qingli cultivated to the foundation stage. It is not only a rare magic weapon in the world, but also very compatible with Qingli's spiritual root. It can be said to be the only one in the world.

In order to find this sword, Mu Qianya traveled to many hidden places and met many master swordsmiths before finally finding this sword for Qingli.

Later, Qingli died and the sword was broken in two, and it was Mu Qianya who found a rare treasure, which allowed the sword to be integrated into Qingli's body during the process of Qingli's resurrection, and its efficacy was further enhanced. promote.

But now, Qingli is holding the sword against him.

Pointing straight at the sword.

Mu Qianya froze for a moment, but then laughed.

He looked at Qingli and said, "You really want to kill me."

The tone was firm, even with the same pampering as back then.

"That's right, the 21 murderers who killed the other disciples of Chijian Peak have already bowed their heads," Mu Qianya said, with an even calm tone, "But for you, the murderer who insulted you and killed you... Still standing in front of you."

Of course you won't spare him.

So you must want to kill me.

After all, I... was also one of the murderers back then.

For Qingli, the murderer of Sword Holding Peak 500 years ago was never 21, but... 22.

Qingli wants to kill herself, Mu Qianya has always known this.

When he woke up and saw Qingli in the house, when Qingli invited himself to kill those 21 people, even earlier... 500 years ago, Qingli held the iron sword and stabbed him bit by bit. into his chest.

At that moment, the hatred in Qingli's eyes almost solidified into substance.

Mu Qianya later recalled the memory of that day, the most profound memory, apart from the corpses and blood all over the mountains and fields on the holding sword peak that day, was the green fence.

He remembered the humiliation and panic in the blue-clothed boy's eyes when he stretched out his hand to tie the fairy rope for Qingli at the beginning, and then reached out and pressed the defenseless hedge to the ground.

He obviously never thought that the master he has always respected and loved had such thoughts for him, and he never thought that he would be treated like this.

Qingli was shaking with fear.

He was really scared.

When Mu Qianya recalled it later, she could still think of the trembling feeling on the skin under her hand when she reached out to pick up Qingli's clothes... Mu Qianya sometimes couldn't understand how she felt when she was insane. With a heart of stone, under such circumstances, he is willing to continue.

Qingli's personality is very strong, he never wants to cry.

He wouldn't cry when he was hunted down by everyone in the small world, and he wouldn't cry when he endured the pain of thunder and fire while cultivating, but that day...Qing Li was clearly crying all the time.

Qingli was seriously injured and lost her cultivation, so she couldn't resist Mu Qianya, who was already much higher than him.

He has to bear whatever Mu Qianya wants to do to him, and he has to do whatever Mu Qianya wants him to do, but it's... too much, too humiliating.

The surroundings were blood-red, and the eyes of the corpses of the brothers and sisters who had sacrificed their lives to save him just now were still staring open beside them, but Qingli could only do this, being pressed to the ground without any resistance, feeling bit by bit what was going on. "Man is the knife, I am the fish."

That day's bright red blood almost drove Qingli crazy.

Qingli cried until the end and even started to laugh, holding his broken clothes in his hands, looking at the dark chains on his hands, laughing till the end was broken.

Mu Qianya was looking at him from above Qingli at that time, and he clearly remembered how the ignorance in Qingli's eyes was gradually replaced by collapse and despair, and how it turned into madness step by step in the end .

Little by little, the gentle light in the boy's eyes turned blood red.

Insane, insane, Qing Li was indeed insulted by him abruptly to the point of... insane.

Qingli even started laughing and grabbing his hand later asking him "how are you feeling?"

The blood in the eyes is almost so ferocious that it can overflow.

Then at the end, Qing Li stretched out his hand to grab Mu Qianya's silver sword, stabbing the sword body into his chest little by little with Mu Qianya still holding the sword in his hand.

Qingli obviously didn't want to die, but he had to die.

Qingli knew that Mu Qianya hadn't recovered from his obsession at that time, and his master still looked at him with ferocious and disgusting blood in his eyes.

If Qingli hadn't died then... What he would suffer next was obviously not acceptable to Qingli.

People in the comprehension world often praised this big disciple holding the sword peak as gentle as jade, but now that Qingli fits this point best, it is actually the phrase "It is better to be broken jade than to be whole".

He would rather die than experience what happened next.

At that time, when Qingli held the silver sword blade in his hand, his eyes were filled with blood, and the eyes were clearly full of hatred.

He obviously wanted to pierce the sword edge into Mu Qianya's chest on him, but he couldn't do it, so he could only choose the next best thing to die.

And now...

He finally had this opportunity and this ability.

Naturally, Qingli would not let him go.

Mu Qianya knew it from the beginning.

Mu Qianya didn't speak, he didn't even move.

He just looked at Qingli for a long time, with an extremely deep look in his eyes, without even a hint of resistance.

Qing Li frowned, and said: "Master, do you think this disciple dare not kill you?"

"You have killed so many powerful sects in the cultivation world together with your disciples this time. Even if Dingtianzong wanted to protect you, other sects would not agree." Qingli said, "If disciples kill you at this time, No one from the cultivation world will come to trouble me."

"I know." Mu Qianya looked at Qingli for a long time, and finally spoke.

His voice was very soft, so light that it made people feel sad for no reason: "I know you want to kill me, you have always hated me, I know it. I did that to you back then...I really deserve to die."

Mu Qianya said softly.

He said these words without looking at Qingli.

His eyes were lowered all the time, his gaze was quietly looking at the sword edge in Qingli's hand.

"...I'll ask you again." The sword edge in Qingli's hand trembled, and then he raised his eyes, staring at Mu Qianya with a pair of blood-red eyes, "You...why did you treat me like that back then? ?”

This is the second time Qingli asked Mu Qianya this question, after 500 years.

He looked at him with a stern tone.

His eyes were as red as before.

"I said, I..." Mu Qianya spoke, and was about to answer calmly, but was interrupted by Qingli.

"Master! I know that you were obsessed back then," Qingli looked at Mu Qianya and said, "But you shouldn't be obsessed! The person who shouldn't be insane in this cultivation world is you! Back then... ... Is there something I don't know? Just tell me, why?"

This time Mu Qianya was silent for a long time.

After a long while, Mu Qianya raised her eyes, looked at Qingli, and said, "No matter why I went crazy back then, some things will not change. Xiaoli, you clearly know it, why bother to deceive yourself like this?"

"Even if you go crazy, I will do those things to you, just because I want to do it, that's all." Mu Qianya said, "There are so many small worlds, Xiaoli, you should have understood."

"I just have bad thoughts about you, I just want to do those things with you, that's why I persecuted you like that after I got mad."

"Why do you have to know why I am obsessed?" Mu Qianya said, he looked up at Qingli, his tone was indifferent at that moment.

"Why do you have to make excuses for me like this?" Mu Qianya said, it was rare for him to talk so much, "I am so important to you as a master? You are still reluctant to let you be like this?"

Qingli was silent for a long while before speaking.

"...Okay." Qingli looked at Mu Qianya, the blood in his eyes slowly faded, he withdrew his sword, and looked up at Mu Qianya.

The blood and sadness in his eyes completely faded away, and at the same time, the emotion in his eyes also faded away.

Qingli looked up at Mu Qianya.

This man had saved his life, had taught him everything.

On the snow-covered peak of Chijian Peak, he once taught him sword moves one by one; in the courtyard with falling flowers, he also held his hand and taught him calligraphy stroke by stroke.

Although Qingli never said it, but at that time in his heart... Mu Qianya, the master, was really more important than his own life.

And now...

Qingli retracted her sword to her body, turned around and left without looking back: "I won't kill you today. Mu Qianya, please do it yourself."

Qingli said this indifferently, just like the back view when he left without nostalgia.

Mu Qianya stood on the spot and watched Qingli's figure slowly walking away, and then slowly lowered her eyes after a long while.

Mu Qianya knew that from today onwards, Qingli's feelings for her were finally true... nothing more.

Qingli didn't kill himself, not because he was reluctant to kill him, but because he knew that now was not the best time.

Qingli tried his best to confuse him to kill so many cultivators, but of course he didn't want to kill him when such news hadn't spread widely.

That's not "getting the best out of everything" for him.

Qingli shouldn't have killed him now, he has always been such a scheming person, he naturally knows how to make better use of everything.

Qingli couldn't help raising his sword at him before, not because he really hated him so much that he had no emotion at all.

On the contrary, it is precisely because Qingli has too deep feelings for him that he wants to kill him recklessly under the agitation of his mood.

Just like a child, he can always ignore the harm caused by outsiders. Only the harm caused by his closest relatives can make him grit his teeth and remember it with hatred for a lifetime.

That's not hatred, it's clearly...a grievance.

It was because the feelings were too deep that he was hurt so badly.

And now, Qingli probably finally...let go of his feelings for him.

Mu Qianya lowered his eyes, and he stood there for a long time before finally turning around and leaving slowly.

The back view is actually very bleak.

The moonlight is dazzling.

*****

On the Sword Holding Peak a long time ago, Mu Qianya had a habit that Qingli didn't know about.

He likes to go to Qingli's room to see him after Qingli falls asleep and uses the invisibility tactic to hide behind him.

Not for anything else, just to see his sleeping appearance.

Mu Qianya likes to sit on the ground next to Qingli's bed, half a step away from Qingli, sitting quietly watching him.

Qingli's sleeping appearance always looks clear and peaceful, the moonlight shines on his face, reflecting his appearance extremely gentle.

Sometimes Mu Qianya can't control herself when she looks at it.

He would reach out and stroke Qingli's hair lightly, his movements gentle and restrained.

There is a legend in the world of comprehension that praying to the moon will make one's wish come true.

Mu Qianya once sneered at this. He felt that such a legend was only because according to the theory of the cultivation world, moonlight can increase the speed of monks' cultivation, so it makes monks feel admiration for it.

Praying to the moon is nothing but self-deception by useless people.

He never does.

But later, Mu Qianya broke her original thought.

When the hedgerows grow up and start to go out to do tasks on their own.

Qingli has a stubborn temper. When he went out to do missions by himself, he never allowed Mu Qianya to follow him, nor did he allow Mu Qianya to secretly protect him.

Qingli said that only in this way can he grow up faster.

Mu Qianya naturally knew that what Qingli said was right, if the apprentice was not allowed to act on his own, the apprentice would never become a mature monk.

But he still couldn't help himself to panic.

Mu Qianya will worry about Qingli's suffering and Qingli's injury.

He was even more worried that something bad would happen to him.

Mu Qianya couldn't imagine what would happen to him if Qingli died.

That was something he didn't even want to think about.

This man who was rumored in the comprehension world to be so cold-blooded and calm that he wouldn't even raise his eyebrows before Mount Tai collapsed, started to fidget and get nervous every time he went out to do missions in Qingli.

Even at night, no matter resting or meditating, I can't calm down.

Mu Qianya has already developed the habit of going to Qingli's room to sit quietly and watch him rest at night. At this time, Qingli is not there, and he is even more unable to meditate.

He wandered around the peak holding the sword, and he walked to the courtyard of the green fence.

The courtyard is like spring all the year round, and the moonlight is bright and clear at night, casting a mottled moon shadow in the courtyard.

Mu Qianya looked at the moon shadow all over the ground, and then knelt down in the courtyard for some reason.

He clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and began to pray to the moon.

Just like every devout believer he had looked down upon before.

Mu Qianya said in her heart, I hope my apprentice can return safely without any disasters, illnesses or injuries, and hope that he can be safe and sound forever.

I hope there will never be anyone or anything in this world that can hurt him.

The person I like, even if it is impossible for me to be with him in this life, I also hope that he will be fine forever.

As bright as the moonlight, life goes smoothly without any waves.

Mu Qianya closed her eyes and prayed in her heart.

He read so piously that he did not notice the passage of time, did not feel that the moonlight was gradually setting in the west, and a new light was slowly rising from the east.

I do not know how long it has been.

"Master?"

Mu Qianya heard someone calling her.

He raised his eyes, and saw the person he had been thinking about for several days standing in front of him.

Qing Li was wearing a blue Taoist uniform, holding a black iron sword in his hand.

The sun shines on him, and his whole body is shining brightly.

He looked at him with his head tilted, his eyes seemed a little puzzled, but the smile on his lips was extremely bright.

He stretched out his hand to pull him up from the ground, and asked "Master, what are you doing?" while looking at him with a smile.

The smile on the lips is brighter than the sun.