sjar Chapter 356 41
Chapter 356 41
Song Yueqing and Zhu Jiu held hands in the snow. The former did not ask any more questions, and the warmth transmitted through their fingertips spread in each other's hearts.
"I used to..." Zhu Jiu hesitated to speak. She tried to explain her notorious past to the other party, but words were too pale in the face of so many tragedies.
Song Yueqing pinched her fingertips and said with a smile: "I believe that Immortal Lord Canglan must have done many things behind people's backs that cannot be spoken out. She must have an unspeakable reason for enduring all kinds of abuse."
“Rumors and historical books only let me know Canglan Immortal Lord, but my heart told me what a trustworthy person Zhu Jiu is.”
"I trust my own judgement."
Zhu Jiu felt that the corpse was warm.
Song Yueqing smiled brightly, tears of pity flashed in her eyes, and continued: "You concealed it too well, and erased the traces of your injustice so thoroughly, leaving no way out."
"But we still have time, and he will prove to the world that the gods are innocent."
When Song Yueqing said the last sentence, her eyes were full of longing and determination.
But Zhu Jiu was silent for a moment, and tightened her clasped hands. She tilted her head to look at Song Yueqing and said, "The truth will never be revealed."
Song Yueqing was stunned and puzzled.
A few ice crystals floated to Zhu Jiu's eyebrows, and she looked like an exquisite statue buried in the snow.
Zhu Jiu said indifferently: "You know, Ji Qi is not a stele spirit. He is made up of four things: carrier, memory, emotion, and luck."
"The carrier allows him to exist, the memory allows him to know everything, the emotion gives him a preference for me, and the luck makes everyone believe that she is the authoritative spirit of the Conferred God Monument."
"These four parts come from four individuals, among which the memory comes from Xingjun."
"The Star Lord became the incarnation of Heaven on my behalf. He created this body so that my soul, which had been wandering in different corpses, could finally find its own body to rest in."
"He created the era and gave him the only mission he was born with - to reveal the truth."
Song Yueqing was shocked by the amount of information and what Xingjun did.
Zhu Jiu's voice was so calm that it didn't sound sad. He continued, "Ling can be called an individual with independent consciousness."
"As for Ji Qi, he doesn't even have his own life or soul. Once his mission is completed, he will disappear."
"After the era dissipates, the carrier, memory, emotion, and luck will no longer return to the original individual. Every quarter will disappear."
The ending of Zhu Jiu's voice trembled because of the suppressed sourness in his throat.
Song Yueqing suddenly opened her eyes wide.
It was like a rumbling thunder passing through my head, and only one sentence lingered in my mind: all this is too cruel to Zhu Jiu.
A soul mate gave everything for Zhu Jiu, and when Zhu Jiu thought that Ji Qi was the follow-up and warmth left by that person, this legacy was destined to be sacrificed for Zhu Jiu again.
Zhu Jiu couldn't hold anything.
Song Yueqing heard Zhu Jiuqing laugh twice, like broken ice.
"Now I am a person. People do not live in the descriptions of others. Objective facts cannot be changed by will. My strength can also ensure that I will not respond and will not be in vain to prove my pride."
"It doesn't matter whether he is a benevolent god or the leader of all evil. Their opinions are equally insignificant."
"It's just that everyone around me thinks it's a big deal. They try their best to clear my name, but they don't know that compared to this, I care about them more."
"So I won't allow the period to disappear."
"Therefore, there will never be a day when the truth comes out."
Yes, as long as Ji Qi stops recalling her memories, she can keep those quarters.
If Zhu Jiu is determined to do something, she will definitely carry it out to the end, and no one can stop her.
Song Yueqing had nothing to say. Faced with this dilemma, if she were Zhu Jiu, she would make the same choice without hesitation.
But she is Zhu Jiu's friend, and she wants to have the best of both worlds.
Why should people who do all the good things be criticized by everyone?
Why did fate put Zhu Jiu in this situation?
Song Yueqing's heart was filled with grief and desolation, and a flame ignited in his chest.
She held Zhu Jiu's hand tightly, a hint of rebellion flashed across her brows, and she said slowly and firmly: "I will not accept this result."
Zhu Jiu met her determined gaze and was stunned.
Song Yueqing turned sideways and moved closer to Zhu Jiu, looking into his eyes. She stroked Zhu Jiu's black hair that was scattered on the snow.
"If fate is cruel to you, spend your whole life crushing it."
"If the world wants the truth, then give it the truth." There was a cold and decisive light in Song Yueqing's eyes.
"I will use my mouth and pen to clear your name, let your epic come to light, and shut up those who curse you forever. I will live a long time, so long that no one in this world will feel resentment and fear when they mention you anymore."
"The Chronicle is God's creation, it is the great work of Heaven, but the monks can replace its necessity with a long time and the will to fight, and we will all live well."
"Zhu Jiu, tell me everything."
Zhu Jiu's entire mind was occupied by Song Yueqing's bright and determined eyes, and strength was transmitted through their clasped hands.
Even if her fate is cold and lonely, there are always people who try to light her up. That's human nature.
God does not love people for no reason, unless some people are worthy of being loved.
In fact--
No matter how much Zhu Jiu explained, it was all just empty words to everyone.
Because she is powerful, one must submit to her, but one cannot trust her, and so one becomes even more contemptuous of her.
Zhu Jiu has lived for so long that he already knows how big a trap self-proof is.
Besides, she was at the top of the world, strong enough to ignore everything, so why should she explain?
But how could Zhu Jiu reject such a pair of eyes, and how could he really let Song Yueqing repeat the mistakes of Xingjun and shoulder a heavy mission that did not belong to him?
It’s too tiring to fight against time, the fewer the better.
Zhu Jiu also touched Song Yueqing's long hair, smiled and said softly: "Then wait, I will tell you after the Yuanzun Ceremony."
Ten days later, it will be the end.
"It's a deal. You lied to me and said I'm a puppy."
……
The two talked for a long time on the snow. When they got up again, there was still some time before the sake night talk organized by Zhu Jiu, but everyone came early for the first time.
Perhaps it was because the person who invited him was Zhu Jiu.
The first to arrive were Jian Xiurong and Fang Chihong, oh, and His Majesty the Chicken King who had disappeared from Xuezang Peak since Zhu Jiu came back, followed by a few familiar chickens.
The two of them also brought some small gifts. After thinking about it, their little wealth was really not enough compared to Zhu Jiu's, so they put forward the idea that "the gift may be small but the thought is great", and it is enough as long as the thought is there.
Fang Chihong personally made some snacks that were famous in the world of cultivation. Jian Xiurong used to be the young master of a tea shop, so he had some magical genes and was very good at growing tea.
When Zhu Jiu saw the Indian Indian plant that had become extinct in the Nine Netherworld, he was genuinely surprised.
Jian Xiurong carefully settled Tianzhu next to the cave, and also brought her own cultivation formation and spiritual soil.
He said as he worked with a shovel: "Master, in half a month, when all the leaves turn into the color of a flaming cloud, we can pick them!"
"I will pick some for Master and prepare it, and I guarantee that you will be able to taste Indian tea within one day."
Zhu Jiu stepped on his hands and looked at the side, and saw that the leaves of the Indian hibiscus were round and full. Together with the Qiye Chonghua that was basking in the moonlight nearby, they became the few flowers and plants on Xuezang Peak.
She narrowed her eyes in satisfaction and smiled, "Okay, okay, Xiuxiu is filial, and Honghong is also an excellent cook at making snacks."
The tone was like that of an 80-year-old lady with four generations living together praising her great-grandson, and was very kind and amiable.
Jian Xiurong felt a subtle feeling inside. For some reason, he missed the time when Zhu Jiu slapped him in the Qintian Secret Realm.
No, bah bah bah, he doesn’t miss it!