From a scholar to a villain, I was a good person at the beginning

"Brother, I'm Xiao Qiuhe...Old Xiao!"

Xiao Qiuhe was excited, and raised the magic flag to the soul: "Look! With this flag, I can free my brothers, and everyone doesn't have to be trapped in this dead body!

After three thousand years, I found it. I finally found a way!"

“…”

The other party looked at the extremely excited Xiao Qiuhe and fell silent. He felt that he was slowly disappearing and his expression was sad.

He shook his head slowly and sighed:

"No, Brother Xiao, don't do this... You are wrong!"

This sigh was like a blow to Xiaoqiu River's head.

"For three thousand years, I have seen everything you have done, and so have my brothers."

The voice suddenly rose:

"But it's not time for us to leave yet, our enemies haven't been wiped out yet!

We have yet to exact our revenge, and those beasts are still lurking in this land!

Even if I die, I will not rest in peace!

Brothers have not suffered for these three thousand years!

No one blames you for what happened back then, I just regret not killing those beasts myself!

Over the past three thousand years, I have no regrets, and I believe my brothers have no regrets either!

Stop it...

Remember! We are with you! "

The soul let out its final cry, but no matter how it struggled it was of no avail and it eventually dissipated between heaven and earth.

Bang——!

The magic banner fell to the ground.

"I, I was wrong?" Xiao Qiuhe looked in the direction where the soul dissipated, his eyes empty and tears streaming down his face.

"I was really wrong? Have I really been wrong in these three thousand years?"

He couldn't accept such a result for a while.

For the past three thousand years, he has been thinking all the time about how to free his brothers.

Now he finally succeeded, but someone told him that he was wrong!

For a moment, Xiao Qiuhe was like a child who had done something wrong, his eyes were full of confusion and he was at a loss as to what to do.

"Am I really wrong?" Xiao Qiuhe turned his head stiffly and looked at Jiang Zheng.

Looking at his confused expression and tears streaming down his face, Jiang Zheng was unable to speak for a moment.

"Senior, you are not wrong!"

After pondering for a long time, Jiang Zheng spoke in a firm tone and stretched out his hand to call back the magic flag.

"But why don't you ask everyone? Everyone has different ideas. Maybe someone is tired of these years and wants to be free?"

"Ask? How?!"

Xiao Qiuhe seemed to have grasped the good medicine, and his eyes lit up again.

"My cultivation is not enough, please help me, senior!"

After saying that, Jiang Zheng bit his finger and drew a mysterious blood pattern in the air.

The blood patterns flashed with strange blood light, floated into the air, hovered above the blood corpse, and scattered strange blood light.

Blood light enveloped several corpses, and the next moment, expressions appeared on the faces of the corpses.

It was as if a person who had been suffocating for three thousand years was suddenly freed, gasping for breath, and then headed towards the Xiaoqiu River in mid-air.

They actually spoke, and they shouted:

"Master Xiao! The brothers don't blame you! We don't want to die with regrets!"

"Yes, Master Xiao, we want revenge!"

"Yes, revenge!"

"We are not suffering! Let alone three thousand years, even if it is thirty thousand years, we will have no regrets!"

The bloody corpses spoke one after another, and Xiao Qiuhe trembled all over.

The voice was filled with tears: "You, you really don't regret it?"

"Senior, there are still many people who haven't spoken yet," Jiang Zheng reminded.

"Oh, yes! There are more people..."

After reacting, he raised his hand and waved it, and a surge of spiritual light suddenly hit the blood pattern in the air.

The blood veins glowed red, covering all the blood corpses in the blink of an eye!

At this moment, everyone jumped out of the water from three thousand years!

"You really don't blame me?!"

Xiao Qiuhe yelled, tears welling up in his eyes.

“No regrets!”

“No regrets!”

“…”

Countless blood corpses spoke at the same time, and their voices reached the sky!

"You...don't blame me?!"

Xiao Qiuhe was trembling all over and bursting into tears.

“No regrets!”

“No regrets!”

“No regrets!”

Everyone yelled at the top of their lungs, their anger reaching the sky! The sound waves spread out like a tidal wave!

Jiang Zheng's hair stood on end and his blood boiled.

"in this way……"

He stood in mid-air, tears on his face, and suddenly bent down towards the crowd.

A tear fell to the ground, reflecting Xiao Qiuhe's relieved smile.

Three thousand years of regret, three thousand years of self-blame, three thousand years of pain.

In an instant, it turned into a breeze and dissipated with the wind.

He bowed his head and thanked loudly:

"I am Xiao,

Thank you all!!!"

Everyone's expressions tensed and they raised their hands unconsciously, and everyone spontaneously gathered their spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy like ocean waves lifted Xiao Qiuhe's bent waist and made it straight. Even with his half-step Nascent Soul cultivation level, he couldn't resist.

"Everyone——"

Xiao Qiuhe had never shed so many tears.

In the past, he always proudly told people that all the tears I have shed in my life would not even cause a splash when mixed with the blood I have shed.

I have never seen the resolute leader be so pretentious.

While Xiao Qiuhe was stunned, the audience burst into laughter, and the atmosphere infected Xiao Qiuhe.

He also laughed out loud.

This moment.

Three thousand years of suffering have all gone with the wind and become a joke.

"Little Friend"

Xiao Qiuhe calmed himself down, not daring to forget Jiang Zheng beside him. He turned to look at him and also bowed deeply.

"Thank you!"

"I don't deserve it, my junior!"

Jiang Zheng quickly returned the greeting, "If it weren't for the bloody battles of the martyrs, there wouldn't be me today."

These words come from the bottom of my heart.

“Hahaha, in that case, I will no longer be hypocritical. I will remember your great kindness in my heart!

If you need my help in the future, just let me know!"

Xiao Qiuhe laughed, then waved his hand and threw out a jade token.

The three words "Xiaoqiuhe" are engraved on it.

"This is the token I used to wear when I was alive. Take this token back to the sect. No matter who it is, seeing this token is like seeing me. They will not dare to disobey."

"Thank you, senior!"

Jiang Zheng did not refuse and accepted the token.

"You're welcome. I didn't expect that this mistake of mine would last for three thousand years. Next, I will find a way to break this barrier, take my brothers out, and avenge them!"

He spoke out his plan, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"This... Three thousand years have passed. Do those foreign enemies really still exist?"

Jiang Zheng asked after hesitating for a moment.

"Haha," Xiao Qiuhe stroked his beard and chuckled.

“A Jindan can live for a thousand years, and a Half-step Yuanying can live for five thousand years. Six Jindan escaped from those beasts, and one of them was only one step away from a Half-step Yuanying.

After so many years, he has probably already taken that step, and may have truly entered the Nascent Soul stage, and lived for eight thousand years!"

Speaking of this, Xiao Qiuhe looked solemn.

"Let's put it another way. Even though they were seriously injured when they escaped, and even if they didn't survive in the end, they must have left behind descendants.

They are so hated, if they really have any offspring, I will wipe them out completely!"

"I see"

Jiang Zheng simply recovered but fell into deep thought.

The hatred extended to future generations, this... he couldn't comment on it, because what would he do if it were him?

Don’t advise others to do good unless you have experienced their suffering.

"Hehe, my friend, do you think this is a bit cruel?"

Xiao Qiuhe saw through Jiang Zheng's thoughts, chuckled, and spoke with emotion.

“Sometimes there is no right or wrong in this world, only stance”

Hearing this, Jiang Zheng raised his head and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

"The blood pattern you just drew was very miraculous. Can you..."

Xiao Qiuhe changed the subject and asked tentatively. He was not coveting it, but wanted to learn this blood pattern so that he could chat with his friends often.

"Empty love..."

"No!" Kong Qing refused outright before Jiang Zheng could even ask.

"This... Senior, I..."

Jiang Zheng had no choice but to look embarrassed.

"Hahaha, it's okay. I was rude. But if we want to avenge our grievances in the future, I hope you can help us get rid of them."

He settled for the next best thing.

If these blood corpses were killed by external forces, not only would they not be liberated, but their souls would be shattered.

"Of course, please feel free to speak up when the time comes, senior!"

Jiang Zheng agreed immediately.

"I have learned what tokens you are fighting for. Here are some."

After saying that, he waved his hand and scattered more than a dozen tokens.

Ding ding dang dang——!

Looking at the tokens all over the floor, Jiang Zheng was stunned.

After a rough count, there are about a dozen of them, probably obtained by the Blood Corpse hunting those disciples.

"Is that enough? If not, I will help you get all the tokens."

Xiao Qiuhe asked, as if he would take action immediately as long as Jiang Zheng nodded.

"No, thanks, senior."

Jiang Zheng hurriedly shook his head, fearing that the other party would be unhappy and snatch all the people in the hunting meeting.

"That's good," Xiao Qiuhe nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly said, "Don't be polite!"

"No, no, I'm not welcome, I'm really not welcome"

Jiang Zheng was overwhelmed by the other party's enthusiasm.

Suddenly, there was a noise coming from the jade slip on the waist.

Oh no, has something happened to Lan Xinyue?

Jiang Zheng's expression changed, and he said anxiously: "Senior, I have something urgent to do, so I have to leave first!"

"Well, then, do you need my help?"

"No need, I can handle it myself."

After saying that, Jiang Zheng bowed and said goodbye, then soared into the sky holding a large banner.

"Thank you, my friend!!!"

Suddenly, a deafening sound came from behind.

Jiang Zheng turned his head and immediately became solemn. He saw countless blood corpses bowing to him.

“You’re welcome!”

He also bowed in return, and when he raised his head, the bloodstains in the air had disappeared.

The eyes of all the blood corpses became empty again, without any emotion at all.

A deep loneliness emerged in Xiao Qiuhe's eyes, and the loneliness of three thousand years emerged again, drowning him in an instant.

Looking at Jiang Zheng's departing back, I don't know what to think.

A breeze blew by, he sighed, sat back on the stone seat, and turned into a sculpture again.

Just like the past three thousand years, he still stared at the hundreds of blood-red sculptures before him.

The years pass by like a dream.