The air in the hall seemed to be completely frozen.
Qian Daoliu's body stiffened suddenly.
If you admit that Qian Xunji provoked the war just now, you are just admitting your son's incompetence and greed.
So this question points directly to the dirtiest and most disgusting fig leaf.
Only this thing.
Only this dirty, sinful truth that could destroy human ethics could not be told to Qian Renxue in person.
"Grandpa! Please speak!"
Seeing Qian Daoliu closing his eyes and turning his head away with a pained look on his face, Qian Renxue's heart felt completely cold.
She let go of her hand and smiled sadly:
"Don't you dare say."
"You even admitted to the scandal of my father's war just now, but you don't even dare to mention this matter."
"This shows that... this matter is worse than starting a war, and more shameless than coveting Soul Bone, right?"
Qian Renxue's voice is getting softer and softer, but more and more desperate:
"That's why she hates me so much, right?"
"Stop talking!!"
Qian Daoliu opened his eyes suddenly, "Xue'er... Stop asking."
"This matter... Grandpa can't talk about it. At least now, I can never tell you."
He stretched out his trembling hand and wanted to touch his granddaughter's head, but Qian Renxue subconsciously avoided it.
Qian Daoliu's hand froze in mid-air, his eyes full of sadness:
"You are too young... some things are too dirty and heavy."
"That is the debt of the previous generation, and you should not be responsible for it."
"As long as grandpa is still alive, you will always be Spirit Hall's young master, and grandpa's most beloved Xue'er. As for the rest..."
Qian Daoliu turned around and faced Angel God Statue again. His back looked extremely rickety:
"When you grow up, if you still want to know... Grandpa will tell you everything."
"But now, don't push Grandpa."
"..."
Qian Renxue Looking at his grandfather's back, which seemed to have aged ten years in an instant, the tears in his eyes finally stopped.
She understood that no matter how she asked or begged, grandpa would never tell her.
That secret was tightly suppressed in their hearts and became a taboo that no one could touch.
"I understand."
Qian Renxue wiped away the tears on his face, stood up, and bowed deeply to Qian Daoliu and Angel God Statue.
"Xue'er I won't ask anymore."
"Since grandpa won't tell me, then Xue'er will find the answer by himself."
After saying that, she turned around and walked out of the hall without looking at Qian Daoliu again.
Until you walk out of that heavy door, until the sun shines on you again.
Qian Renxue then raised his head and looked at the towering Pope Palace in the distance.
Since grandpa refused to say it in order to protect the so-called family face, since those worshipers refused to say it in order to cover up their shame.
Then go find the only person who dares to tell the truth.
The one who tore all the fig leaves to pieces on stage today and asked her to call her "teacher".
She must know.
Moreover, that "madman"... will definitely tell her.
Night falls, Pope Palace.
Spirit City, which had been noisy all day, finally gradually returned to calm, but the remaining enthusiasm and shock in the air seemed to linger around, Jiujiu lingering.
In the bedroom, candles are brightly lit.
Nan Feng casually took off the heavy Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown on his head and threw it on the table like trash. Then he collapsed on the large soft couch without any image and let out a long sigh of relief.
"Huh... I'm so exhausted."
"Acting is more tiring than fighting."
"How is it? Little Dongdong."
Nan Feng shook the empty wine glass in his hand and smiled at Bibi Dong in Sea of Consciousness:
"Are you satisfied with this gift?"
"The buckle of the shit basin is strong, Qian Xunji has become a sinner for the ages, and Qian Daoliu is forced to bow his head."
"Elder Hall's power, I also got it back for you."
Nan Feng counted on his fingers:
"Golden Crocodile, those old antiques were imprisoned; the remaining Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, Snake Lance, Pufferfish, although they are still They are from Golden Crocodile, but after today's scare, even if they have ten courages, they would not dare to confront you again; as for Yue Guan and Gui Mei, they are our best friends."
"The most important thing is..."
Nan Feng sat up straight, the smile in his eyes became meaningful:
"From today on, you, Pope, are no longer the agent of the Qian Family's charity, nor are you the Holy Maiden who relies on the shadow of the previous generation Pope."
"You are the Pope recommended by Soul Master in the world. You are a leader who is loyal to righteousness. You are a wise leader who complies with the destiny and brings order to chaos."
"Your legitimacy has completely gotten rid of that filthy family and has become a will respected by everyone in the world."
"From now on, in this Spirit Hall, no one can stop you except yourself, whatever you want to do."
In Sea of Consciousness, Bibi Dong looked at the high-spirited man outside, with unspeakable emotions surging in his heart.
Shocked, grateful, relieved... and a hint of deep complexity.
He really did it.
The mountains that had weighed on her head for more than ten years and made her breathless were all knocked down overnight in the most crazy and decisive way.
"... thank you."
Bibi Dong's voice is very light but very heavy.
"Don't be in a hurry to thank me."
Nan Feng waved his hand, his expression suddenly became serious, and his strange-colored eyes looked directly into the eyes of this body through the mirror:
"There's something I must remind you."
"Everything has an advantage and a disadvantage."
"Although I helped you seize power today and help you raise a big flag called benevolence and righteousness, this flag... is very heavy."
"The former Spirit Hall followed a domineering path. Qian Xunji was a hypocrite who talked about benevolence and morality, but was obsessed with stealing men and prostitutes. He wanted to be a bitch and build a monument at the same time, but what happened? You saw it too. He overturned and will be infamy for ever."
"And today, I put you on the altar of morality."
"That means that from now on, your style of conduct, and even the entire Spirit Hall policy, must make complete changes."
"You can no longer use those dark methods as you like before. At least, on the surface, you must be cleaner than anyone else and be more benevolent than anyone else."
"You have to be a true gentleman."
"In other words... you have to be a true gentleman who makes people unable to find any excuse even if they hold a magnifying glass."
Bibi Dong frowned in Sea of Consciousness: "You mean, I want to be bound by this so-called reputation?"
"It's not a bondage, it's a price."
Nan Feng corrected:
"Putting up the banner of morality, attracting people's hearts, seeking benefits, and bringing the heroes of the world home is certainly a huge benefit. But correspondingly, you must bear the shackles brought by this morality."
"You can no longer kill people at will, start wars for no reason, and trample the rules because of personal preferences."
"This is a true gentleman."
"Everything you gain must also lose something."
Nan Feng raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth:
"If you raise this flag and enjoy the support of people all over the world, but then turn around but are unwilling to bear the shackles, you will still go your own way and engage in conspiracy like Qian Xunji."
"That's a slap in your face."
"That's the next Qian Xunji."
"That's what a true hypocrite is."
Having said this, Nan Feng lay down again and closed his eyes.
"I have paved the road for you."
"I'll hand the knife to you too."
"As for the next step, do you want to be a holy king who is respected by everyone and whose words and deeds are consistent, or do you want to repeat the same mistakes, inherit the disgusting mantle of Qian Xunji, and be a hypocrite who may collapse at any time..."
"That's your own business."
Among Sea of Consciousness, Bibi Dong was silent for a long time.
Looking at the man outside who seemed to have lifted a thousand pounds of weight and slumped on the bed without any image, a trace of confusion flashed in her complicated eyes.
"What about you?"
Bibi Dong's voice Youyou sounded:
"You have worked so hard and even pushed yourself to the forefront, paving all the way for me."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Me?"
Nan Feng turned over and adjusted to a more comfortable posture. He put his hands behind his head, looked at the exquisite relief above the palace, and said casually:
"I don't care."
"Bibi Dong, you have to understand that I am your collaborator, your partner, and even your thug, but I don't want to be your life mentor."
"I'm responsible for helping you solve your troubles and handing you the knife. But I won't give you any advice, let alone interfere with your decision."
"If you want to be a saint, want to influence the world with kindness, and want to build a truly just and bright Spirit Hall, I will help you. I will help you eradicate the darkness that blocks your way, and help you maintain the banner of morality."
"If you think all this is boring, you still hate the world, want to destroy Spirit Hall, and even want to drag the entire continent with you..."
Nan Feng shrugged:
"Then I will help you too."
"I will help you pass the torch, help you dig a hole, and even help you light the fuse with your own hands."