"The desire to kill has not been eradicated. The more spells you learn, the more the desire to kill will cloud your true heart."
"Do you know how much I expect from you?"
"Do you ever know how much the master expects from you?"
"Pei Chuan and Qing He are not as talented as you, and their efforts are even less than yours."
"As expected, you will replace Pei Chuan and become the next Great Elder of Kunlun. One person is worth more than ten thousand people. You will assist Ling Yatou and shoulder the important task of prospering Kunlun."
"This is also the real reason why on the day I accepted you as my disciple, I asked you to recognize your second senior brother as your adoptive father."
"He is the adopted son. It is natural to take over his position. He will not leave anything to say to the disciples in the sect."
Du Qingyang sneered: "Do you think I will believe it?"
"You didn't tell me earlier, you didn't tell me later, but you waited until I was about to die, and then you acted out a big drama about a master being kind and a disciple being unfilial."
"Do you think I'm stupid, or do you think I'm easy to fool?"
Tang Jingyue lowered her head slightly, reached out to touch Du Qingyang's head, and said with pity in her eyes: "Master has never lied to you."
"You are guarding the forbidden area in the back mountain. As long as I am on Kunlun Mountain, I will secretly cook food for you."
"Chat with you and explain to you the difficulties you encounter in practice."
"You are my only disciple, Tang Jingyue, and I regard you as half my son."
"You always say that Pei Chuan and the others reject you. Think about it on the other hand, have you ever been sincere to others?"
"You have secrets, and you are afraid that if you talk too much, you will make mistakes. You are taciturn and have a volatile temper."
"I can't see everyone's tolerance and accommodation for you..."
Du Qingyang stood up and a sharp dagger appeared from his long sleeves and was held in his palm.
Pei Chuan, who was watching with cold eyes, reminded urgently: "Uncle, be careful."
"boom."
A wave of fire burned in Du Qingyang's chest, and he fell backwards, hitting the ground heavily.
The seemingly sharp dagger was actually made of painted plastic. It fell crisply and broke in half.
"Master, master." Du Qingyang bowed like a shrimp, curled up his legs, and spit out a large amount of scarlet red from his mouth: "You, my disciple knows everything you have done for me."
"But I, I am a sinner in Kunlun. I have done too many wrong things, and I am not worthy of you interceding for me."
"I'm sorry, master, to disappoint you."
He clutched his chest tightly and used his last breath of strength to shout: "My disciple is so ashamed that I dare not ask my master for forgiveness."
Before the sound falls, the breath has died.
Tang Jingyue looked up at the sky, tears already streaming down her face.
In Lingxi's hand, a small white flower quietly took shape.
Dao Huo'er complained: "Xixi, I suddenly don't like you."
"He gave the order to Pei Chuan openly, but secretly asked me to be a villain."
"What should I do if Elder Jingyue doesn't buy me candy tomorrow?"
The beautiful girl wearing a rabbit ear headband whispered: "It's okay, Master Jingyue won't buy it for you, I will buy it for you."
"As much as you want."
"Pei Chuan, hey, we grew up together after all. I'm afraid that he has a grudge and his mood will be damaged in the future."
Dao Huo'er said with a sad face: "This is my first time to kill someone, you have to compensate me well."
"Although I am not in the mood, I am still a child after all."
Lingxi comforted him: "Okay, okay, I agree to everything you say."
Dao Huo'er flicked his fingers, and the small white flowers floated to the side of Du Qingyang's body.
Pei Chuan asked: "Senior sister, take it back to Kunlun for burial, or not?"
Lingxi pointed at Tang Jingyue, the meaning was self-evident.
