Chapter 36 His Diary

Although there were many books in Su Cheng's room, Qian Renxue had already read them all. Some of the more important contents had even been read over and over again.

At this time, there was no interest in continuing to read.

"It's been a month. Why hasn't the teacher come back yet?"

After lying on the table for a while, Qian Renxue got up and walked around the room.

She moved the books in the bookcase, sorted out a few manuscripts scattered outside, and then stood by the window to look at the scenery outside.

Finally, she returned to the wide chair, lay on her back and stretched, revealing her beautiful waist curve.

Unfortunately, no one has the chance to see this beautiful scenery in the world.

Although she usually stays here, the area behind the desk has always been a restricted area for her.

That is Su Cheng's territory.

"Huh?"

While lying back on the chair, Qian Renxue suddenly found that there was a locked drawer behind the desk.

Curiosity suddenly surged in her heart.

After sitting up and hesitating for a moment, she still reached out.

Although there was a lock on the outside of the drawer, it was obviously not enough to stop a soul master.

She did not try to pick the lock, but directly took off the lock buckle of the padlock, which was easier to restore.

After opening the drawer, a stack of notebooks came into view.

"Could this be..."

A guess flashed through her mind.

Qian Renxue's breathing became slightly faster, and she felt a strange sense of excitement in her heart.

Opening the notebook, the handwriting on it looked very childish, as if it was written by a child.

"2611.2.5

My adoptive father said that my biological father died at the hands of Qian Xunji, the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

I must practice well and avenge my father in the future."

As expected, this was indeed the diary of her teacher Su Cheng.

However, the content of the first page made her a little overwhelmed.

She pursed her lips and continued to flip back.

"2611.2.6

Why can't I understand it at all.

Learning sword is really difficult."

"..."

"2611.4.11

Adoptive father said that my talent for swordsmanship is very poor.

It doesn't matter. I will practice more if my talent is poor."

"..."

"2614.3.6

Tomorrow is the day of martial soul awakening.

Adoptive father said that I can inherit the edgeless sword. How much will my innate soul power be?

I will never disgrace the sword in my hand.

I want to be a strong man like my father and adoptive father."

"2614.3.7

Fate always plays tricks on people.

I know they must be laughing at me in their hearts."

"..."

Qian Renxue sat on Su Cheng's chair, holding a notebook in her hand, and silently turned the pages back one by one.

She read very seriously, much more seriously than studying those cultivation classics.

Su Cheng's immature childhood, silent childhood, tough teenage years, confident youth...

It seemed that a figure was clearly outlined in Qian Renxue's heart, and then slowly grew up.

She also felt happy or sad with the joys and sorrows of this figure.

She continued to read on, taking out another one after finishing one.

The strokes in the diary also gradually changed from immature to mature.

Until she saw the day when the two met.

"2626.10.7

It's a wonderful fate that my apprentice turned out to be Qian Xunji's daughter.

I don't hate her, but I pity her. I know how it feels for a child to lose his father at an early age.

..."

Qian Renxue's eyes were like water, and the smile on the corner of her mouth suddenly became gentle.

The image of Su Cheng has always been both clear and vague in her heart.

It is clear because they can meet every day. To her, he is both a teacher and a friend, and the person closest to her.

But this teacher is too omnipotent and too unexpected. He can always create unimaginable miracles, and his attitude towards her is also unpredictable. In her heart, he seems out of reach.

Today, I learned that Su Cheng had also been confused, had a low point, had lost and ecstasy.

In her heart, Su Cheng now is more like a person, not an omnipotent god.

However, when Qian Renxue continued to look back, she felt as if she had stepped into the air, and a feeling of weightlessness came over her instantly...

"There is something wrong with the cause of Qian Xunji's death. It is highly likely that he did not die at the hands of Tang Hao..."

"The last person Qian Xunji saw before his death was Bibi Dong. And it was only after she disappeared for several days that Bibi Dong announced the cause of Qian Xunji's death..."

"Bibi Dong once obtained the Killing God Domain of the Killing City. She may have accepted the inheritance test of the God's throne, and she is a powerful and murderous Shura God..."

"I am 90% sure that Qian Xunji was devoured alive by Bibi Dong... Although this child is of noble birth, his life is too bitter..."

"Pah!"

The diary in her hand fell to the ground.

Qian Renxue was unaware of it.

"Impossible, impossible..."

She said she didn't believe it, but her face was pale and her eyes were blank.

Qian Renxue was certainly not stupid, but she had never thought about it in this direction before.

Bibi Dong's indifferent attitude towards her, almost hostile, and her deep repressed hatred towards Qianxunji.

No matter how hard she tried to hide it, it was impossible for it not to be exposed after so many years.

Combined with Su Cheng's analysis and judgment in the diary, as well as the clues of the inheritance of the gods.

At this time, Qian Renxue was almost certain that these contents were probably the truth of the matter.

She suddenly felt dizzy.

The limbs are stiff and the hands and feet are cold.

She wanted to question Bibi Dong and ask her why she did this.

But she didn't dare.

It’s not just fear of the truth.

More importantly, Su Cheng wrote very clearly in his diary that he didn't want her to know about it now.

After what happened today, if there was anyone else worthy of trust in the world, Su Cheng was the only one left in her heart.

Bloodshot streaks appeared in Qian Renxue's eyes, and a dull red light obscured her vision.

That was the dark side of her soul caused by her childhood living environment. At this time, when her mental state was extremely unstable, there were faint signs of further taking root.

However, at this time, another figure seemed to appear in front of her.

Su Cheng reached out and touched her forehead.

He stared down with soft eyes.

Qian Renxue lowered her head, her blond hair falling.

He weakly covered his cheeks with his palms.

In the past month, she had never missed Su Cheng so much as she did at this moment.

Half a day later, Wuhun City was enshrined in the temple.

Qian Renxue found Qian Daoliu with a calm expression.

"Grandpa, do you know the true cause of father's death?"

A trace of astonishment flashed across Qian Daoliu's face when he heard this, as if he didn't expect that she would suddenly ask this question.

After hesitating for a moment, he said softly: "Didn't he die after being seriously injured by Tang Hao? Alas, I miss your father again."

After saying that, he reached out his hand to caress his granddaughter's head to comfort her.

Qian Renxue calmly took a step back and avoided his palm.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly stiffly and whispered: "Yeah, I miss him a little bit."

Then he raised his head and looked directly into Qian Daoliu's eyes, "Why can't we attack Haotian Sect and avenge our father?"

"This involves an agreement between me and Tang Chen..."

After a long silence, Qian Daoliu explained in a low voice.

Before he defeated Tang Chen, the ancestor of the Haotian Sect, no one from Wuhun Palace would set foot in the Haotian Sect.