Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

"Stop!" Zhao Rui shouted.

Qian Xiaoyi was so frightened that he trembled, but he was used to being the emperor in Yan State, so he immediately roared: "Who's there? Get out!"

Zhao Rui's magical power surged all over his body, and he rushed into the room like lightning, grabbing Qian Xiaoyi's wrist tightly with one hand.

In an instant, Qian Xiaoyi's entire hand felt sore and weak, and he had to let go of Miao Wan'er's hand.

"Qi training is perfect!" Feeling the breath of the person coming, Qian Xiaoyi's face changed drastically and asked, "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, who are you?"

"Master Qian, don't you remember me?" Zhao Rui glared at him.

Qian Xiaoyi's eyes widened, vaguely feeling that the other person's features were somewhat familiar, but after looking at him for a long time, he still couldn't recognize who he was. He didn't dare to offend him, so he could only say: "The old Taoist's talent is dull, and his time is approaching. With his energy and spirit declining, he can't remember you, Taoist friend."

He was telling the truth. The seventh level of Qi training seemed to have entered the later stage, but it could only make the body's functions stronger and could not increase his lifespan by much. He was already a candle in the wind and would not have many years to live.

"Master Qian, I'm Zhao Rui." Ninety years had passed, and this was the first time Zhao Rui saw an acquaintance, and he couldn't help but feel pity.

Qian Xiaoyi opened his mouth so wide that he could almost fit a fist in it. His old face suddenly turned red. He thought to himself, "If the other party saw what happened just now... he would definitely kill me to avenge the humiliation of my mother!"

At the critical moment, Qian Xiaoyi was quick-witted and suddenly cried, "So... it was Rui'er. You don't know that your mother died tragically!"

"Master Qian, who killed my mother?" Zhao Rui's face was filled with anger.

Qian Xiaoyi cried for a while before saying, "This... I dare not say it, even if you kill me, I dare not say it."

"Why don't you dare to say it? Is someone threatening the Taoist priest? Are there other cultivators on this island?" Zhao Rui frowned.

"You have already reached the Great Perfection of Qi Training, so that person must be a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Besides, even if I tell you, you may not believe it."

"Building the foundation? How is that possible? The resources on this island are not enough to support any cultivator in building the foundation." Zhao Rui said.

Qian Xiaoyi looked very sad and said, "Alas, it's all injustice. The one who killed Sister Wan'er was actually our master."

"My Master? How is this possible?"

"Do you still remember that day under the big cauldron? Before you saved me, the two of them fought and had already torn down the yard. Then you were knocked unconscious, and then you were taken away by the monk flying the sword."

"After you left, I found Sister Wan'er in the ruins. She was already dead, and her heart was injured. If it wasn't from the fight between the two of them, who else could it be?"

Zhao Rui's memory was gradually awakened, but it had been ninety years since the incident, so who could remember it clearly?

"The hairy zombie might also be involved, but as you know, that monster appeared later." Qian Xiaoyi added fuel to the fire.

His words were flawless, but they were not the truth. He did not say that it was his master's broken sword that pierced his heart, nor did he mention that he was naked when he found Miao Wan'er.

However, he did not witness the situation back then in person, and everything was just his inference. But if those two had not fought, his sister Wan'er would definitely not have died. They were both the instigators.

Zhao Rui didn't believe it at first, but after listening to Qian Xiaoyi's words, he had to accept a possible fact, that perhaps his master was also one of the murderers.

But he simply couldn't hate his master, who sacrificed his life to give him a chance to survive.

What's more, his master and Li Tongzhen had been dead for many years, and it was likely that not even a trace of their bones was left.

Even if there is a grudge, who can I seek revenge on?

After a long while, Zhao Rui sneered and said, "No matter what the situation was back then, they have already received retribution!"

Qian Xiaoyi nodded repeatedly. Just when he thought he had gotten away with it, Zhao Rui suddenly asked, "What were you doing just now?"

Qian Xiaoyi swallowed his saliva and said with a red face: "To be honest, I really like you... Sister Wan'er."

Once he started talking, he was no longer afraid and continued, "Look at me, I got all the cold jade in the world just to build this tomb for her..."

"Okay, okay, that's enough." Zhao Rui interrupted hurriedly.

At this point, Qian Xiaoyi was sure that he was safe, but a new expectation began to brew in his heart.

Could it be that the other party has his master's Fire Sutra in his hand?

However, he did not ask directly. Instead, he took out a silver silk Taoist robe from the cabinet and said with a smile: "Daoyou Zhao, you have suffered a lot these years, but fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. Daoyou's current demeanor is exactly the same as that of your noble master back then."

The silver Taoist robe was the result of Qian Xiaoyi's repeated thinking. The man who came riding on a sword that year was the one wearing white clothes. Combined with his words, it was absolutely heartwarming.

The two had a good relationship back then, and after a few conversations they gradually became familiar with each other again. When talking about the time when they came to the yard to find food, Zhao Rui couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

Qian Xiaoyi's eyes rolled, and he immediately proposed to return to the palace, saying that he would hold a banquet to entertain them.

Zhao Rui was naturally very happy to do so. He walked to the door of the chamber and suddenly said, "Let's cremate my mother's body!"

Qian Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat. He thought he could get away with it, but it seems there's no hope.

Over the years, he naturally knew that Miao Wan'er could not come back to life, but there was something in his heart that he could not let go. Instead, it rotted and gradually evolved into some bad habits.

He was reluctant in his heart, but he hid it very well, and said: "This is the underground palace I built for Sister Wan'er. She has passed away for many years. It would be unlucky if she never sees the light of day again. How about we cast a spell together to sink this underground palace into the ground?"

"Well...that's fine, let's go up now!" Zhao Rui said, scratching his head.

Qian Xiaoyi was filled with joy and made a gesture of invitation.

The two walked out hand in hand. Just as they walked out of the corridor, Zhao Rui suddenly stopped and said to the air: "This place is about to sink into the ground. Come with us."

A slender figure appeared in a flash of light. It was the female official in blue who had been eavesdropping for a long time.

"I...I..." The female official in green turned pale and her teeth chattered. She uttered the word "I" several times but nothing came of it. Finally, her head tilted, her body went limp, and she fell to the side.

"Miss!" Zhao Rui hurriedly supported her and called out several times, but the female official in blue did not respond at all.

Zhao Rui picked him up, but frowned, thinking: "Why is this person so soft!"

On the other side, Qian Xiaoyi was startled when he saw a person suddenly appear, and then murderous intent emerged.

But when he saw Zhao Rui's actions, he immediately changed his mind and started to think about it.

The female official in blue naturally didn't know that in just a few moments, her life had been at the gates of hell. When she woke up again, it was already evening.

Familiar curtains and bed, she was not thrown into the underground palace, but returned to her own boudoir.

In front of the bed, seven or eight humble maids were waiting, holding trays filled with clothes and jewelry, the only exception being a thin booklet.

"In compliance with the decree of the Immortal Taiyi Daohao Qianyuan, Shen Chenqing is ordered to serve as a female official of the Liuhua Palace from today onwards and to serve the Tianqing Sect... She must do her best and arrive immediately." A female official in black clothes spread out a yellow scroll and said.

"Master Zhao? Could he be the one in the underground palace?" Shen Chenqing didn't listen to the nonsense, but started to ponder the words Tianqing Sect and Master Zhao.

"Madam Shen, are you still not going to accept the order?" The female official in black said with a cough.

In the past ten years, Shen Chenqing was the most favored female official, usually respectfully addressed as Fairy Lady. In today's decree, there were mentions of Liuhua Palace and so on. In the eyes of the female official in black clothes, this was naturally a derogation that could not be further derogated, so she directly changed the title.

She thought the other party would be furious, but unexpectedly Shen Chenqing remained silent, bowed and said: "I will obey the True Immortal's order."

The black-robed female official punched the cotton, feeling very upset, and said coldly: "These are all rewards from the True Immortals. Female official Shen has checked them all. Let's go!"

The servant girls came forward one by one, put the trays away, and then filed out, following the female official in black robes.

When the room was completely quiet, Shen Chenqing took a closer look at the trays. He had no interest in jewelry, but was very curious about the booklet in one of the trays.

She picked up the booklet, flipped through a few pages, and a look of ecstasy appeared on her face. What was recorded in it was actually the fifth level of the martial arts technique.

She was so fascinated that she read the booklet several times. The moment she closed the booklet, she said to herself, "What does the Immortal mean by this?"

She thought about it for a long time, but had no idea what Qian Xiaoyi was up to. It was not until she opened the lavender floral dress on the tray that she suddenly understood.

The skirt is as thin as a cicada's wing, and when she wears it, it will definitely arouse endless reverie.

"Oh, what a beauty trap!" Shen Chenqing smiled bitterly, put down the silk skirt, walked to her closet, and took out a brand new green dress.

After a while, she put on a new blue dress, turned around in front of the mirror, smoothed her hair, and said to herself: "If only life could be as it was when we first met."