Although there are a lot of books in Su Cheng's room, they have all been read by Qian Lingxue a long time ago, and some of the more important contents have even been read more than once.

At this time, I was not interested in continuing to read at all.

"It's been a month, why hasn't the teacher come back?"

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

He swung the books in the bookcase, sorted out a few more manuscripts scattered outside, and then stood by the window and looked at the scenery outside.

In the end, he returned to the wide seat, lay down on his back and stretched, revealing his beautiful waist.

It's a pity that no one has the fate to see this beautiful scenery in the world.

Although she was always here, the area behind her desk had always been off-limits to her.

It was Su Cheng's territory.

"Huh?"

While lying back in the chair, Qianyue suddenly noticed that there was a locked drawer behind the desk.

Curiosity surged in my heart.

After sitting up straight and hesitating for a moment, she reached out her hand.

Although there is a lock on the outside of the drawer, this thing obviously can't stop a soul master.

She didn't try to pick the lock, but simply removed the latch of the padlock, which was easier to recover.

When I opened the drawer, I saw a stack of notebooks.

"Isn't this going to be ......?"

A guess flashed through my mind.

Qianyue's breathing was slightly shorter, and there was a strange sense of excitement in her heart.

When I opened the notebook, the handwriting on it looked extremely immature, as if it had been written by a young child.

“2611.2.5

My adoptive father said that my biological father died at the hands of the Pope of the Wuhun Temple, Qianxun.

I must cultivate hard and avenge my father in the future. ”

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

It's just that the first page of content made her a little nervous.

He pursed his lips and continued to flip back.

“2611.2.6

Why can't I understand at all.

It's really hard to learn a sword. ”

“……”

“2611.4.11

My adoptive father said that my kendo talent was very poor.

It doesn't matter, I'll practice more if my talent is poor. ”

“……”

“2614.3.6

Tomorrow will be the day of the awakening of the martial spirit.

My adoptive father said that I can inherit the Bladeless Sword, what will my innate soul power be?

I will not insult the sword in my hand.

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

“2614.3.7

Fate always makes people.

I knew they must be laughing at me. ”

“……”

Qian Lingxue sat on Su Cheng's chair like this, holding a notebook in her hand, silently turning back page by page.

She took it very seriously, much more seriously than she studied the scriptures.

Su Cheng's immature childhood, silent childhood, tenacious youth, and self-confident youth......

It seems that there is a figure clearly outlined in Qianrenxue's heart, and then slowly grows up.

She also rejoiced or saddened with the joys, sorrows, and sorrows of this figure.

Continuing to look back, I took out another after reading one book.

The strokes in the diary have also gradually become mature from immaturity.

Until the day she saw the two meet.

“2626.10.7

It's a wonderful fate, my apprentice turned out to be the daughter of Chihiro.

I don't hate her, but I pity her, and I know what it's like for a child to lose his father at a young age.

……”

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

Su Cheng's image has always been both clear and vague in her heart.

Clarity is natural because I can see each other every day, and I am also a teacher and friend to me, and I am the closest person to me.

But this teacher is too omnipotent, too unexpected, always able to create unimaginable miracles, and his attitude towards her is also unpredictable, and in her heart it seems unattainable.

I learned today that Su Cheng had been confused, had troughs, lost and ecstasy.

Today's Su Cheng is more like a person in her heart, rather than an omnipotent god.

However, when Qianyue continued to look back, her mood was like stepping into the air, and the feeling of weightlessness hit her instantly......

"There is a problem with the cause of Qianhiro's death, and there is a high probability that it was not in the hands of Tang Hao......"

"The last person Chihiro saw before she died was Bibi Dong. And a few days after disappearing, Bibi Dong announced the cause of Chihiro's death......"

"Bibi Dong once obtained the Killing God Realm of the Killing Capital. It is likely that she has accepted the test of the inheritance of the divine position, and she is a powerful and killing Shura god......"

"I'm ninety percent sure that Chihiro was devoured alive by Bibi Dong...... Although this child is of noble birth, his life is too hard......"

"Smack!"

The journal in his hand fell to the ground.

Qianyue didn't realize it.

"Impossible, impossible ......"

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

Of course, Qianrenxue is not stupid, but she has never thought about it in this direction before.

Bibi Dong's indifferent attitude towards her, which borders on hatred, and his deeply suppressed hatred for Chihiro.

No matter how hard you try to hide it, it is impossible to hide it 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, Qianrenxue is almost certain that these contents are probably the truth of the matter.

She felt dizzy in her mind for a moment.

Stiff limbs, cold hands and feet.

She wanted to confront Bibi Dong and ask her why she did it.

But she didn't dare.

It's not just the fear of the truth.

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

After experiencing today's events, if there is anyone else in this world who is worth believing, there is only Su Cheng left in her heart.

Bloodshot streaks appeared in Qian Lingxue's eyes, and the dim red light obscured her vision.

It was the dark side of her mind caused by the environment in which she lived since childhood, and in the case of extreme mental instability at this time, there were faint signs of further rooting.

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

Su Cheng stretched out his hand and stroked her forehead.

A soft gaze gaze down.

Qianyue lowered her head, and her blonde hair fell.

Weakly cover your cheeks with your palms.

In the past month, she has never missed Su Cheng so much like this.

......

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

Qianrenxue calmly found Qiandaoliu.

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

A hint of astonishment flashed across Qiandaowenyan's face, as if she didn't expect her to 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. ”

With that, he reached out and tried to caress the top of his granddaughter's head as a sign of comfort.

Qianyue took a step back silently, avoiding his palm.

Slightly stiffly picked the corners of his lips and whispered, "yes, I miss him a little." ”

Then he raised his head and looked directly into Qiandaoliu'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, Qiandaoliu explained in a low voice.

Before he defeated Tang Chen, the ancestor of Haotian Sect, the people of the Martial Spirit Hall would not set foot in Haotian Sect.