#80 - Fetching water with a bamboo basket, wanting Qian Renjue to be the Holy Son
The battle between the Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky School had ended three days prior.
In the southwest of the Heaven Dou Empire.
At the border of the Fasinuo Province, bordering the Star Luo Empire and the Star Dou Great Forest.
A burly, weakened man emerged from a tavern.
Listening to the discussions around him, his pale face was filled with sorrow and hatred.
His heart was overflowing with tears.
His beard was unkempt, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life.
He held a jug of cheap ale, staggering towards the outside of the town.
Randomly spilled wine
dripped along his stubble, onto the head of the infant in his arms.
Rolling down that delicate face, reaching the corners of his eyes and mouth.
The child blinked his stinging eyes, pursing his bitter lips.
Even with a mature mind.
He couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Wah...!"
Hearing the child's wails, Tang Hao felt even more agitated, constantly gulping down the ale.
The drizzling wine poured onto the infant's head.
Tang Hao disregarded it.
"From now on, you shall be called Tang San, we father and son... our fate is in the hands of destiny."
His hoarse voice echoed in the wilderness with the gentle breeze.
The figures of the father and son brushed past a signpost that read 'Holy Spirit',
blending into the small village outside the city.
Tang Hao knew
he had lost, lost everything.
A Yin's sacrifice, his father's death, the sect's injuries, and his own severe wounds!
He, the young sect master, had become the sect's disgrace.
Like drawing water with a bamboo basket, even the basket was broken!
A faint light shone on the tearful Tang Hao and his son.
That... was the rising dawn.
……
Spirit Hall City.
Qian Renjue sat on the steps in front of the door, reading a book and absorbing knowledge.
But his mind was preoccupied with the system,
dealing with something he hadn't had time to consider recently: where did the placenta go?
Qian Renxue sat quietly beside him.
She wore a pure white dress, hugging Qian Renjue's arm.
Leaning on his shoulder.
Seeing the book that hadn't been turned for a long time, she raised an eyebrow.
Turning her head, breathing softly, she asked:
"Jue, what are you thinking about?"
"Ah? Sister..."
Qian Renjue blankly turned his head, looking at the bright eyes and white teeth in front of him.
He stammered in response.
"I wasn't thinking about anything."
"Is that so..."
Qian Renxue looked at his slightly red face and evasive eyes, pursing her lips.
She raised her hand to hold his smooth and delicate face.
Rubbing it gently, she asked with concern, "Are you thinking about seeing Mom?"
"Sister, don't lean on me."
Qian Renjue leaned back, tilting his body, not letting himself lie on the steps.
"It's okay, your sister will wash you."
Qian Renxue looked at her younger brother, who dared to resist her, increasing the force and pinching his face down.
Qian Renjue lay on the steps, rolling his eyes.
"Ha."
On Qian Renxue's face was a long-lost smile, chuckling as she leaned into Qian Renjue's arms.
"Sister has been a little strange these past few days."
Qian Renjue curled his lips, covering Qian Renxue's face with the book to shield her from the light.
"Nothing like that."
Qian Renxue murmured softly.
She placed her hand on Qian Renjue's chest, feeling his heartbeat.
She just wanted to spend time with Qian Renjue before leaving on a long journey.
A gentle voice came from under the book.
"You haven't answered your sister, are you thinking about seeing Mom?"
Qian Renxue's mood was complicated.
But she hoped to hear Qian Renjue say he wanted to go.
Qian Renjue looked up at the eaves.
He said slowly, "Sister, Grandpa won't let me go."
Qian Renxue took off the book, propping herself up on Qian Renjue's chest, and raised her head.
She said softly, "Sister can secretly take you... If we get caught, it's on Sister."
Qian Renjue stared back.
After a moment of silence, he shook his head: "No, I'll listen to Grandpa."
Qian Renxue was stunned, then relieved.
She leaned down again, close to Qian Renjue's chest, and said quietly:
"That's good too."
Qian Renxue understood Qian Daoliu.
The gentle breeze wafted through the courtyard, which became very quiet.
Qian Renjue turned his head to look elsewhere.
That was the direction of Bibi Dong's courtyard.
He believed.
That Qian Daoliu, who had communicated with Qian Xunji, was the most suitable person to make this decision.
Even if he had some guesses, they were just guesses.
……
When Qian Renjue looked towards Bibi Dong, Bibi Dong had already been looking forward to it.
She sat blankly under the pavilion, in the spot Qian Renjue often sat.
Her clothes were disheveled, with traces of blood.
She hadn't cleaned up since finally retreating from the battlefield.
Her hair was messy, her face was bloodless, and she had dark circles under her eyes.
She hadn't even treated the injuries on her body.
She looked a little neurotic, staring blankly at the courtyard gate.
For a time, she looked much more haggard.
The feeling of a glimmer of light appearing in the darkness, only to be personally extinguished.
Made Bibi Dong wish she was dead.
Her body was filled with a gloomy, chaotic killing intent, and with the slightest stimulation,
the last string would be broken.
Suddenly.
In the sunlight in front of her.
A trace of peace, an aura that made her uncomfortable, appeared.
"Why didn't you obey orders and return?"
Qian Daoliu's voice sounded, and the golden figure slowly walked into the courtyard.
Hearing the voice,
Bibi Dong regained some of her senses, raising her eyes to look at the person.
Her face was filled with self-deprecation and coldness.
Her voice was hoarse.
"In that kind of situation, what would I, the murderer, do by returning?"
Before the words were finished.
Her eyes were filled with tears again, and she smiled miserably: "They don't want to see me anymore..."
"..."
Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment.
He took a deep look at Bibi Dong, no longer caring about those minor details.
He said bluntly:
"Through the decision of the Elder Hall, you will be in charge of the Papal Hall from now on."
The tears reached her cheeks, suddenly stopping.
Bibi Dong was stunned.
She raised her eyes and stared at Qian Daoliu, her originally dead heart reviving.
Looking at the silent Bibi Dong.
Qian Daoliu frowned and asked, "What do you think?"
Bibi Dong stopped her tears and nodded nervously.
"I can, I can."
Qian Daoliu frowned, his eyes sharp.
He warned in a deep voice:
"Before this, I want to warn you that the Spirit Hall belongs to the Qian family!"
His words were filled with a soaring murderous aura.
If Bibi Dong did something that betrayed the family again, he, Qian Daoliu, would never be soft-hearted!
"I understand!"
"I will do my best to make the Spirit Hall develop better! And then hand it over to Xue'er and them..."
Bibi Dong clenched her fists, her words firm.
Without waiting for Qian Daoliu's response,
Bibi Dong turned her eyes down again, and tears began to fall.
Her trembling voice seemed to carry a hint of pleading.
"But I have one more condition."
"Condition?"
Qian Daoliu's eyes were filled with surprise.
Bibi Dong raised her head, her red lips opening and closing with difficulty.
She said nervously: "I want Jue! I want him to be the Holy Son of the Papal Hall!"
Hearing this.
Qian Daoliu was stunned.
He frowned and stared at Bibi Dong.
Thinking about the gains and losses.
This seemed to be a way to ensure the ultimate ownership of the Spirit Hall.
At the same time, it could also provide cover for Qian Renxue's existence.
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu nervously.
She hurriedly assured: "If Jue becomes the Holy Son, I will definitely protect him well..."
"Okay!"
Before Bibi Dong could finish speaking.
Qian Daoliu agreed in one breath.
I wish you all a happy life!
