Xue Ziyu came to tell Su Qingyi the news of Qin Zichen's return to the mountain. Su Qingyi was teaching Song Han to practice swordsmanship. After hearing Xue Ziyu's voice transmission, he immediately went to ask Jianya. Song Han was stunned for a while, and then there was a cold light in his eyes. Seeing Su Qingyi rushing forward without turning his head, he endured it before following up, and said unhappily, "Qingyi, you forgot me."

"Oh, didn't I think that you would follow?" Qing Yi was absent-minded and waved her hand: "My master is back, who cares about you!"

With that said, the two of them arrived at the door of Wen Jianya's hut, Su Qingyi instructed: "You stand here, don't go in." Then she sorted out her clothes, pushed the door in by herself, and respectfully said, "Master, my disciple is here to visit. you."

Qin Zichen seemed to be injured, and his face was as pale as the white shirt on his body. Dan Hui was taking the pulse seriously and ignored Su Qingyi. Qin Zichen nodded towards Su Qingyi, but didn't say much.

"Take a good rest." Dan Hui put away his hands, pulled out a few bottles of medicine from the medicine box, and said with hatred: "If you continue like this, I will see how you will soar. Before the tribulation period, first Play with your own body..."

"Silence." Qin Zichen said coldly, raised his eyelids and glanced at the other party. Dan Hui immediately shut up angrily, took out the silver needle, roughly pulled the sleeve on Qin Zichen's arm, and pierced it with a single needle!

Qin Zichen ignored his retaliation and looked back at Su Qingyi, his voice softened a lot: "How's your sword practice?"

"Go back to Master, "Sword of the Ten Directions" has been completed."

Qin Zichen nodded and continued: "I brought you Wenling grass specially designed to wash your spiritual roots. When you become a single spiritual root, your path of cultivation will definitely be smoother."

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the room became cold. Dan Hui shook his hand, and blood was oozing from the silver needle. Qin Zichen frowned and looked at him. Dan Hui took back the silver needle and said seriously: "I have something... You make it clear."

"Ok?"

"Qing Yi Linggen is gone, I have tried my best, and it has nothing to do with me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Zichen suddenly raised his head and shouted coldly, "What's going on?!"

"Master..." Su Qingyi knelt on the spot and said tremblingly, "It's my fault..."

Before he could finish speaking, a young man in white suddenly rushed in, hugged Su Qingyi, raised his head towards Qin Zichen and cursed, "What are you doing!"

Su Qingyi was stunned for a while. Seeing Qin Zichen's increasingly stern face, she pushed Song Han, who had suddenly rushed in, away, and said anxiously, "Kneel down for me!"

Song Han didn't speak, he hugged her and pursed his lips tightly. Qin Zichen closed his eyes, and the pressure was overwhelming, Song Han's complexion changed dramatically, and he was pressed and knelt down on the spot.

"Who are you?" Qin Zichen didn't open his eyes, and there was no warmth in his tone. Su Qingyi hurriedly said, "Master, this is my sword slave... Listen to my explanation..."

As soon as the words fell, Song Han's figure was swept out of the room by a gust of wind, and hit the big tree outside, spurting a mouthful of blood. Then, without waiting for Song Han to get up, dozens of sword intents erupted from Qin Zichen's body, pierced directly through Song Han, and pinned him to the tree!

Condensing the Sword Intent into an entity, Su Qingyi was amazed at this skill. However, after a while, Su Qingyi got up in a hurry and ran out: "Song Han..."

"Kneel down!" A thousand jins of force came from her shoulders out of thin air, forcing Su Qingyi to kneel down again on the spot, no one dared to speak again, and everyone felt the coldness like snow in this room. Qin Zichen never opened his eyes, Dan Hui obediently pretended not to exist, the room was quiet for a long time, Qin Zichen finally opened his eyes slowly, his eyes were indifferent and calm, and he couldn't see the angry look just now, and instructed Dan Hui: " Go see him."

Dan Hui nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and hurried out. Qin Zichen turned his head to look at Su Qingyi, and said lightly, "Tell me."

Su Qingyi hurriedly explained the ins and outs of everything, including Ran Yan. Qin Zichen slowly frowned: "So, Su Qinglian is here with you?"

"Yes..." Su Qingyi hesitated a bit: "The disciple has made an oath to let her go when the time is right."

"Is she still useful?"

"I'm afraid that there are falsehoods in her words, so I want to confirm them one by one. If there are falsehoods, it will not be too late to try again."

"Where did you plan to let her go?" Qin Zichen grasped the key point, Su Qingyi was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Qin Zichen to respond so quickly, so he couldn't help but smile: "When the time is right, the disciple will let her go at the door of Senior Brother Ziyu."

Qin Zichen nodded and immediately understood what Su Qingyi meant.

People like Su Qinglian always weigh the pros and cons of doing things. If she is really punished, she may not tell the truth. In exchange of interests, there may be a few useful words. Although Su Qingyi promised to let her go with a swearing oath, how and where to let her go, and whether she is really let go after she is let go, is another matter. He put the person who killed his junior sister at Xue Ziyu's door. If Xue Ziyu didn't cut her, she would be sorry to ask Jianfeng public.

"Does she believe it?" Qin Zichen frowned, and Su Qingyi smiled slightly: "Maybe, maybe not. But it doesn't matter. Her disciples will verify her words one by one, because I don't fully believe her words."

"Yeah." Qin Zichen nodded and said directly, "Let her come out."

Su Qingyi hesitated for a moment before releasing Su Qinglian. As soon as Su Qinglian appeared from the Qiankun bag, she saw a handsome and immortal man. He looked at her quietly, his eyes were indifferent, but those eyes were like deep wells in a cold pool, sucking people down infinitely, something from his eyes all the way to her eyes and mind, countless memory fragments turned over in her mind, Su Qinglian Immediately aware that something was wrong, he secretly read a magic formula, cut off his memories, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood!

Qin Zichen didn't look at her again, and said lightly, "Go."

No one could understand what he meant, only Su Qinglian realized it immediately, and the killing intent was overwhelming. Su Qinglian almost recited a magic formula in an instant, that is, at that moment, a white jade sword slammed into her. The abdominal cavity, and then burst into a huge bright light, her body was smashed into pieces in the gust of wind brought by the bright light, not even a drop of blood was left, and it just dissipated in the air.

Su Qingyi was so shocked by this change that she was speechless. Qin Zichen seemed to have subverted her impression once again. This style of killing him regardless of the reason seemed to be a little different from his usual image of a gentleman.

However... this is indeed the style of a sword cultivator. Qin Zichen is indeed a typical sword cultivator, but he is still very violent.

Su Qingyi slowly recovered and finally said, "Master, it's not that I don't intend to kill her, it's just..."

"I can search for magic," Qin Zichen frowned, looking back at Su Qinglian's memory: "I have searched her memory, if you want to know, you can ask me. She has told you most of what should be told to you. There is only one point, Yuan Zhenzi was not killed in the fight. The last time Su Qinglian saw him was after Ran Yan Demon Lord left, he was alone in the room and cut off his meridians. There was only one sentence before he died. , If possible, I really want to take Yan'er to Penglai. It starts here and ends here. Su Qinglian probably wants to mislead you and let you provoke a high-level cultivator. She doesn't know who killed you, she just falsified and fooled you."

"Yes." Su Qingyi immediately felt relieved when she searched her memory, but she was a little puzzled, how could Qin Zichen still use such evil spells?

"You did a good job," Qin Zichen suddenly praised her: "Su Qinglian believed you because you looked too stupid."

Hearing this, Su Qingyi couldn't help laughing: "Because someone told me that people who look too smart can make people defensive, and only people who seem to be taking advantage of people can get what they want more easily."

"Then why did you leave the mountain without authorization and destroy the spiritual roots?"

Because I believe in the evil of the system...

I had to do a quest, I had to go out of the mountain gate, and the system swore to protect me before I went out, but when the big formation set up by the out-of-body cultivator suddenly fell off the chain, I could only rely on myself, so Linggenmu blamed me?

Blame me for having a system...

Su Qingyi scolded the system desperately in her mind, but the system shrank in the corner and didn't dare to say a word. She was in a daze, Qin Zichen didn't speak, and rubbed the edge of the teacup, as if thinking about something seriously.

After a long time, he lowered his eyes and said, "No matter why you leave the mountain, or what relationship you have with your sword slave, sword cultivation focuses on cultivating the mind, self-discipline, and don't be sentimental..."

"Master, Song Han and I don't have this kind of relationship!" Su Qingyi was a little broken, and everyone else felt that she didn't care, but somehow felt that Qin Zichen couldn't think of her like that. Qin Zichen nodded: "Just a reminder."

Speaking, he seemed a little tired: "You go down first, I'm going to see your master once."

Su Qingyi hurriedly nodded, and when she walked out of the room, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Never seen Qin Zichen in a state of rage, never thought that the other party would be so powerful.

Shortly after she walked out, Qin Zichen raised his head and violently overturned the square table on the couch. Dan Hui heard the sound coming in and said anxiously, "My ancestor, what kind of evil are you making?"

Qin Zichen didn't speak, turned around and left, Dan Hui said anxiously, "Remember to take your medicine!"

"Quarrel."

Qin Zichen finally spoke, and Dan Hui was so choked that he almost lost his breath. After getting rid of Danhui, Qin Zichen went directly to Nanshan, where many seniors of the Heavenly Sword Sect lived there, including his master, Yun Xuzi.

Yun Xuzi is an old man in gray robe who loves life. When Qin Zichen went, he was chasing the chicken at the door. The chicken ran towards Qin Zichen. Qin Zichen slashed down with an electric light, and the chicken became a charred chicken and fell down on the spot. Yun Xuzi roared angrily: "Qin Zichen, are you trying to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors?!"

"Are you a chicken?" Qin Zichen raised his eyebrows. When Yun Xuzi saw that his apprentice seemed to be in a bad mood, he hurriedly said, "Zichen, you haven't come to see me for a long time. I will cook chicken for you today."

Qin Zichen didn't speak, Yun Xuzi fished the stunned chicken and walked to the kitchen. After Qin Zichen followed him in, he watched his master skillfully kill the chicken, and said slowly, "Master, if a person's spiritual roots are gone. ,what to do?"

"What should I do? Be an ordinary person. Raise some chickens and ducks every day, spend a hundred years in peace, and then wait for reincarnation, isn't it good?"

The chicken feathers were quickly plucked out in Yun Xuzi's hands. Qin Zichen lowered his eyes: "What if she wants to cultivate immortals?"

"Xiu Xian?"

Yun Xuzi plucked the chicken feathers, put it on the cutting board, chopped it down with a kitchen knife, and stretched his voice: "That's hard to do, tell me who you are talking about first?"

"My disciple."

"You accepted an apprentice?!" Yun Xuzi turned back with a kitchen knife, shocked: "Zichen, when did you abandon me?!"

Qin Zichen: "..."

He looked at the kitchen knife in Yun Xuzi's hand and said lightly, "Master, the point."

"Oh, well, since it's a disciple, then I can only tell you this stunt, that is..." Saying that, Yun Xuzi raised his head and said with a pity: "Cut half of your spiritual root to her, and then take it. Wenling grass is raised! After one hundred and eighty years, there will be two independent spiritual roots. But during this period, your cultivation base will drop by more than half, but she can benefit from misfortune and save the spiritual power in your spiritual roots. for your own use."

"I have to?" Qin Zichen frowned, and Yun Xuzi smiled: "That's not true, but you know that your spiritual roots are roughly twice as thick as those of ordinary people," Yun Xuzi gestured, then Said: "So give her half of the split, and you have changed from a genius to a normal person, and an ordinary person can only change the spiritual root. Who do you think you can find to replace it?"

Qin Zichen stopped talking, he thought for a long time and slowly said, "What else?"

"Also?" Yun Xuzi chopped the chicken and showed a wretched smile: "Well, it's for your benefit. Although this spiritual root is separated, it is still one, so before the spiritual root is repaired. , the two of you should set a good time and exchange spiritual energy... This is a bit similar to the double cultivation technique..."

"Oh," said this, Yun Xuzi raised his head: "Is your apprentice a woman?"

Qin Zichen said with a dark face, "Is there anything else?"

"No." Yun Xuzi chopped the chicken, cleaned his hands, and walked to the depths of the cave. There was a huge bookshelf at the bottom of his cave. Yun Xuzi raised his hand, and a tattered book floated to him. In his hand, he patted the ashes and handed it to Qin Zichen: "Well, this is the book."

Qin Zichen lowered his head and saw Yun Xuzi's notes on it.

Is this really not some kind of pornographic novel?

Qin Zichen felt that this issue was worth considering. However, he still took the booklet, and when he went out, Yun Xuzi suddenly said: "Zichen, although I have never cared about you, as a master, I still have some small wishes."

"Your talent is excellent. If you continue at this speed, your ascension is just around the corner. Once you split your spiritual roots, most of your cultivation will drop. Once the other party betrays me, I'm worried that your Taoism will be damaged. Is this person worth it? Think carefully about it.”

Qin Zichen didn't speak. He held the book, nodded, and turned to leave.

After going back, he casually flipped through the book, Qin Zichen was a little confused, he wanted to help Su Qingyi, but is the price worth it?

After thinking about it all night, he finally decided to see Su Qingyi. When went there, Su Qingyi was practicing swordsmanship, and the morning sun was slowly rising behind her. She and Song Han were practicing the Shifang Sword. They had the exact same posture. on hand.

Both of them were disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect, with blue robes and white shirts, and they looked extremely harmonious. Qin Zichen held the white jade sword in his hand, and his heart, which was always calm, was slightly bitter.

However, the bitterness is only a slight and shallow feeling, like pouring a drop of bitter tea into a glass of water, and slowly spreading, it is not so uncomfortable.

He quietly recalled how he felt when he saw Su Qingyi with her new boyfriend.

How sad he was at that time, so sad that he couldn't say anything.

There are always so many people around her. If she doesn't like him, there is another one; even if she likes him, there may not be another one. She is like a flying butterfly, everyone likes her, but she never stops for anyone.

Fifty-two years of cultivation, he is no longer the young Qin Zichen he used to be, like an old man in the dark. He cherishes the past so much, but he is so calm.

It seemed that nothing really touched him, except the moment when he realized that Su Qingyi died.

Su Qingyi was a dream that he never fulfilled when he was young. Because he didn't get it, it was always beautiful.

He looked at the two of them quietly, and after a long time, Su Qingyi stopped and saw Qin Zichen standing under the tree. She wiped the sweat with the handkerchief, and said to Song Han, "Your injury is not healed yet. If you are beaten by my master again, there is no Uncle Danhui to help you heal your injury. Go back to the house and stay away from my master."

Song Han didn't speak. He pursed his lips and seemed very unwilling. Su Qingyi ignored him, wiped his sweat and walked to Qin Zichen, and said gently, "Master, when did you come?"

Qin Zichen didn't speak, just stared at her quietly, a breeze blew, peach blossoms fell on the tip of her hair, Qin Zichen raised his hand and twisted the peach blossom petals in her hair.

When he moved, the wind carried his breath, the fragrance of green pines and cypresses, it seemed that the person was hugging her. Su Qingyi froze when she heard the other person ask her, "Qingyi, is it okay to be a mortal?"

When the peach blossom petals fell into Qin Zichen's fair hands, Su Qingyi was stunned, and then said, "Master, is there nothing you can do?"

Qin Zichen did not speak, but Su Qingyi immediately understood that there was a way, but the price was too high. She pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Master, no matter how much it costs, I'm not afraid."

"Would you be willing to trade your life for life, a lifetime of pain, or even... a body?"

"Why don't you want to?" Su Qingyi laughed bitterly. She lived a whole life again to find out what happened back then and to avenge her parents, relatives and friends. Without spiritual roots, being a mortal, if she had no worries in the previous life, she would agree, but now it is impossible.

"Su Qingyi," Qin Zichen pursed his lips and held the peach blossom in his hand: "What do you want?"

"Me?" Su Qingyi chuckled softly: "Master, I will tell you what I want in the future."

If one day she can redress Zhaoxue, she will tell him.

Qin Zichen stopped talking, he already understood her choice, and after a long time, he sighed, "Go back."

"Master," Su Qingyi raised her head and looked at him: "There is a way, right?"

"I think about it." Qin Zichen sighed and said, "Let me think about it."

As he said that, his figure was hidden in the air. Su Qingyi looked at the place where he disappeared, and felt that the tip of his nose still smelled of him, the faint scent of green pines and cypresses.

Back at Wenjian Cliff, Qin Zichen sat on the futon and looked at the word "Wen Jian" carved with a sword on the opposite cliff, and his heart was at a loss.

To sacrifice? does it worth? He has the heart to protect her, but is it worth his step?

He thought more deeply, if he really gave her the spiritual root, if he really had to be physically entangled for a hundred years, would he still be able to keep his Dao heart?

Never got, can still look far. If you get it, why would you want to lose it?

Qin Zichen thought quietly, flipped his hand, and a mirror was transformed. This is the mirror of asking the mind, which is used to provide the monks with an illusion for enlightenment and spiritual cultivation. Qin Zichen dripped his blood into the mirror and closed his eyes. After a while, the surrounding sunlight slowly warmed up. He heard someone whispering, "Zichen, I don't like you, I'm sorry."

When he opened his eyes, it was a girl in a pink and white dress, holding a book in her hand, smiling gently at him.

How old was he that year?

Sixteen, for the first time, I mustered up all the courage to say that I liked a person, and then I was severely rejected. The next day he was walking on the school road and heard others pointing: "Oh, that's Qin Zichen from the first class, who wears school uniforms even for class reunions. I heard that he didn't take a bath for several days. He confessed to Chen Hanyu yesterday."

"Just like him?"

"Yeah, I've grown fat to death, and my family's conditions are poor, and I still want to pursue the school flower hahahaha..."

"Actually, I don't think it's important to have money in my family, but I really don't like Qin Zichen. He's too fat."

"At least one hundred and eighty? And it stinks..."

The girls were talking a lot, and he pretended not to hear anything, walked over from the school road, and secretly clenched his fists. Not long after, a teenager pulled Chen Hanyu, led a group of teenagers to block him, turned to ask Chen Hanyu, "Is he pestering you?"

The boy is tall and handsome. He wears a famous brand. Even Qin Zichen, who doesn't know much about the brand, knows that it must be very valuable.

Chen Hanyu was a little helpless: "Gao Chen, I don't like him, don't make trouble."

Gao Chen snorted coldly, walked up to Qin Zichen, and kicked him. Qin Zichen was kicked and moved, and everyone burst into laughter. He gritted his teeth and didn't dare to fight back. Gao Chen circled around him: "You are very courageous, don't you know that Chen Hanyu is my girlfriend?"

"I'm sorry..." He trembled, tears welling in his eyes.

"Slap yourself." Gao Chen slapped his face, and everyone present heard it. He was beaten like gold stars, and listened to the other party: "Just beat him like this, and say, I like you, but I'm poor, fat, and stupid, and I'm not worthy of you."

Qin Zichen didn't speak, but the person next to him kicked him on the knee, forcing him to kneel down, grabbing his hair and saying, "Can't you understand people's words?!"

"I was wrong, Brother Gao, I was wrong." The pain made Qin Zichen scream instantly, and the fear was overwhelming. Everyone around looked at him, but no one offered a helping hand.

He is just a child from an ordinary family. His parents are old, and he is a pair of old and even poor workers. He has no friends. He is different from these proud, handsome and rich teenagers.

He couldn't provoke them, so he raised his hand and slapped himself in the face. It resounded in his heart.

"I like you, but I'm poor, fat, and stupid, and I don't deserve you."

"I like you, but I'm poor, fat, and stupid, and I don't deserve you."

"I like you, but I'm poor, fat, and stupid, and I don't deserve you."

...

He didn't know how many times he had read it and how many slaps he had slapped. Blood dripped on the ground, and he felt numb in his heart.

Why should you like someone? He is not qualified at all.

Why do you want to confess? To say this?

Don't ever fall in love with someone again, it hurts too much, and feel too sad.

Tears fell mixed with blood. Then a voice came.

It was a girl's roar, full of anger, and at the moment when the voice appeared, a fist hit Gao Chen's face.

"I**!"

"Su Qingyi!" Gao Chen roared and was about to call back when Su Qingyi raised his head and said coldly, "Did you fucking try?!"

Gao Chen's fist stopped in the air, and Su Qingyi sneered: "It's just that little shabby company that your father opened, who gave you the guts to beat people in school? And Chen Hanyu, if you hold your face-lifting face again Disgusting me, don't blame me for tearing it up!"

No one dared to speak, and everyone knew that Su Qingyi was not only a rich second-generation, but the mayor was also his uncle. This was not simply a matter of wealth. It is because she is so rich and powerful that she brings a group of gangsters in the school every day and no one dares to care.

It's just that no one would have thought that Su Qingyi, who usually dominates the campus on weekdays, actually came to Japan to do a good deed today.

After scolding Gao Chen and Chen Hanyu, Su Qingyi turned around and saw that Qin Zichen was still kneeling on the spot, slapping himself with a slap. She hurried over, grabbed his wrist, and roared, "Stop hitting!"

Qin Zichen was already befuddled, he looked up blankly and saw Su Qingyi who was caught off guard in his field of vision.

He has short purple hair, a black leather jacket, and the hole in his left ear goes from the bone to the lobe, and his eyes are full of anger.

The sun behind her made her look noble and distant, like a god and redemption.

"Stop fighting." She softened her voice: "I'm here."

So from that moment on, she became his redemption.