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

"Cry!"

A sharp cry resounded throughout Lingxi Sect.

Amid Kong Qing's gloomy laughter, Jin Ling's huge body broke through the roof and pierced into the night.

The noise alarmed many disciples and elders.

"Jin Ling, hurry up!"

Jiang Zheng stood on Jin Ling's back and pointed in a direction, his eyes filled with rage and dancing with strange flames.

Jin Ling knew the situation was serious, so he flapped his wings and dived, stirring up a strong wind.

After a few breaths, they arrived above a courtyard.

“Meng Qingqing…!”

Jiang Zheng shouted as he floated into the courtyard.

"Meng Qingqing!"

He shouted again, but still no response. His heart sank to the bottom. He took three steps forward and pushed the door open.

Creak—bang!

The door was slammed against the wall. Jiang Zheng stood at the door, stunned by the scene inside.

It was a mess inside, and the candlelight on the table was flickering and could go out at any time.

There was also a bowl of paint next to the candle, which seemed to be used for painting something. The paint was almost gone and had dried up long ago.

"No one..." Jiang Zheng frowned and based on the scene in the house, he quickly calculated in his mind where Meng Qingqing might go.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat and I thought of a possibility.

"Did she go to bury her grandfather?!"

Damn it, I should have thought of it earlier, why is this girl so stupid? !

Burials are not allowed on Lingxi Mountain, so Meng Qingqing had to bring the coffin down the mountain.

How dare she go down the mountain alone? !

Didn't she know her situation? If she stayed in the mountains, her enemies might still be wary of her, but if she left Lingxi Sect... she would be dead!

It was just speculation before that Meng Qingqing had an enemy, but after Kong Qing's words, it was already a certainty.

Even...Meng Qingqing might have met with an accident now!

Thinking of this, Meng Qingqing's figure unconsciously appeared in his mind.

The sweet-loving girl always looked silly and eavesdropped at the door of the stone chamber every day...

Jiang Zheng suddenly felt a little flustered.

He couldn't deceive his own heart. In fact, he had already accepted such a foolish apprentice from the bottom of his heart.

Without any hesitation, Jiang Zheng turned around, soared into the air, and flew down the mountain.

A strong wind blew behind him, and Jin Ling came from behind at a high speed, lifted Jiang Zheng up from under his feet, and rushed down the mountain.

Jin Ling traveled at full speed along the mountain road, almost flying close to the ground, causing quite a stir.

An outer sect disciple happened to be bored, so he walked out of the cave upon hearing the sound and looked down the mountain. He only saw from afar that at the foot of the mountain, a group of towering ancient trees were slowly falling down.

Then a strange wind blew upwards from the bottom of the mountain, which made people feel surprised.

Along the way, Jiang Zheng expanded his spiritual sense.

The footprints and spots of blood were all stained with Meng Qingqing's scent, proving that she had taken this road down the mountain.

His face became increasingly gloomy, and Chen Sheng urged Jin Ling to speed up.

At the foot of the mountain.

Jin Ling's huge body slammed to the ground, and Jiang Zheng looked around.

Fallen trees and blood-stained soil.

He jumped off the golden spirit's back and used his spiritual sense to the fullest, not wanting to miss any clues.

After walking a few steps forward, Jiang Zheng suddenly stopped, raised his eyes and looked into the distance.

Then his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly burst out with the true rhythm of martial arts. The ground under his feet exploded, and the whole person turned into an afterimage and plunged into the woods.

Seeing Jiang Zheng disappear in the woods, Jin Ling tilted her head in confusion, called out softly, seemed a little embarrassed, and hesitated for a moment.

It flapped its wings and hopped after it. Due to its huge body, it had to push down and crush the ancient trees one by one and moved forward bit by bit with great effort.

Sensing Jiang Zheng's breath, it pushed forward all the way. After realizing that Jiang Zheng was right in front of it, it shouted happily and pushed down another tree, revealing the obscured scene.

But the scene before it made the excitement in its eyes disappear, and it stood there in a daze, without making a sound.

Jiang Zheng sat cross-legged on the ground with an extremely complicated expression, one of self-blame, pain, and regret.

With trembling hands, he gathered up the torn strips of cloth, trying to cover the body of the girl in his arms.

The girl in his arms looked pale. She looked at Jiang Zheng's face with lifeless eyes and dried tear marks on her cheeks.

Blood slowly seeped out of his mouth, becoming thinner and thinner, and there was almost no blood left.

Large areas of skin were exposed, covered with scars, and a sharp sword pierced her chest!

It goes all the way through and comes out from the back!

Meng Qingqing had a dazed look on her face, as if she had lost her soul, and her breath was barely there.

"Meng... Qingqing, Qing'er... Master, Master is late..."

Jiang Zheng was trembling all over, as if he couldn't accept this scene, and took out his storage bag.

With a wave of his hand, all the pills and sundries fell to the ground and piled aside. He frantically rummaged through them, took out healing pills and medicinal powders, and poured them into Meng Qingqing's mouth without caring about his life.

While putting medicine into Meng Qingqing's mouth, he also supplied spiritual power to her. With the accumulation of a large amount of medicine and spiritual power, Meng Qingqing seemed to have a last burst of vitality.

A light flashed in her eyes, as if she recognized the person in front of her.

She opened her lips, moved her bitten lips, and choked with sobs: "Master..."

For some reason, Jiang Zheng felt a tightness in his heart.

"Qing'er! Master is here, your master is here," Jiang Zheng said anxiously.

"Master..." Meng Qingqing seemed to be in pain, her weak body twitched for a moment, and then she showed an innocent smile.

"Before... dying, I can still see my master once... It's great. Master... Master is Qing, Qing'er's only relative in the world..."

Relatives!

Jiang Zheng's pupils suddenly shrank. Just these two words made him...heartbroken!

After just a dozen days of getting along, the girl already considered him a relative?!

But he was so cruel as to drive the girl out. At this moment, Jiang Zheng felt extremely regretful.

"Master...is finally willing to...recognize Qing'er." The smile on Meng Qingqing's face became brighter and brighter, but in Jiang Zheng's eyes, he felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

With the sword piercing his chest, Jiang Zheng was powerless with his current skills. No matter how hard he tried, he could not recover.

"Master kicked Qing'er out... was it... was it because Qing'er did something wrong... Qing'er did something wrong... Qing'er"

"No, no, Qing'er did a great job!" Jiang Zheng immediately shook his head and interrupted.

"It was the Master's fault. It was the Master's fault. He shouldn't have chased Qing'er away."

"Woo..." Suddenly, Meng Qingqing cried silently, and the grievances in her heart burst out completely, "Master... Qing'er is in pain! Why... do they bully Qing'er?"

"Why... Qing'er doesn't recognize them... Qing'er doesn't recognize them... Qing'er is in pain! Why are you bullying Qing'er? Qing'er is so cold... Woo woo..."

“…”

Jiang Zheng raised his head, in so much pain that he couldn't utter a word. He waved his hand and the purple robe disappeared, reappearing on the girl and wrapping her up.

He hugged the girl tightly in his arms, and the anger in his heart reached its peak.

"Master..." Meng Qingqing's voice became increasingly faint.

"You said, the master is here," Jiang Zheng hurriedly put the pill into her mouth again and increased the flow of spiritual energy in his hands.

"Qing'er wants to ask the master... to bury me and my grandfather... three miles to the east... there is a waterfall... there is a pool under the waterfall... bury us there"

As she spoke, she turned her head and looked at the coffin beside her. The coffin was completely black, the paint on it had not yet dried, and the coffin was half open.

In the moonlight, you can seem to see the corpse inside.

"No, don't be afraid, Qing'er. Master won't let Qing'er die."

Looking at the girl in his arms, Jiang Zheng's expression darkened. He hesitated for a moment, and seemed to have made up his mind.

He said in a cold voice: "Kong Qing, let's make a deal!"