I also asked Qingqing, that girl grew up with you and met your father Su Han when she was a child, but she had never seen your mother until her death."

Chen Qiu stood up, and every time he said something, Yaoqin's body trembled a little.

"I don't think you are a member of the Demon Sect. You are so weak that you can't join the Demon Sect. So, all the right and wrong in you should come from your mother?"

Yaoqin's face was pale and she had no answer, but Chen Qiu knew that what she guessed was correct.

He also said:

"Before the Suzhou War, you suddenly wanted to go to Guangdong and Guangxi, and you wanted to take Qingqing away. Obviously, you got the news in advance and wanted to avoid disaster.

Among the demon sects gathered in Suzhou, there should be people who are familiar with your mother.

I have never told you and others that before the Suzhou war, I met an old man outside the piano platform with a piano and a peach wood cane on his back."

He stared into Yaoqin's eyes and said:

"The old man said, he came for you.

Later, I learned from Ai Dacha that the old man's identity was actually the head of the Holy Fire Sect, the Lord of Peach Blossoms, and Yang Tao!

Your mother is a member of the Holy Fire Sect!

And he must have a noble status, so that he can make a master like Yang Tao come to Suzhou from all the way from the Western Regions.

Yaoqin, you see, I have made all the puzzles, only the last one is missing.”

Chen Qiu said:

"Just say it, just think it was my guess."

Facing Chen Qiu's continuous questioning, Yaoqin was silent for a long time before she said in a hoarse voice:

"It's true that they all have something to do with my mother, and you guessed it's all right. My mother, named Zhiyue, is... a saint of the previous generation of the Holy Fire Sect.

In the year when Zhang Moye went to the Holy Volcano to challenge Yangtao, the Holy Fire Cult was in chaos.

My mother and her sister, my aunt, secretly helped Zhang Moye once in the chaos in the sect. When he challenged Yang Tao for the second time, he temporarily cut off the connection between the head sect and the Thousand-year Holy Fire, which made Zhang Moye defeat Yang Tao.

After that, Zhang Moye promised them to leave the Holy Fire Sect.

They fled from the Western Regions, but were separated in Guanzhong.

My mother was saved by my father and fell in love with my father, and then I came to me."

All the doubts in Chen Qiu's heart were immediately answered.

The story of Yaoqin's mother doesn't sound complicated, but this brings new questions to Chen Qiu.

He thought about it and asked:

"I heard that the Holy Fire Sect's Saint Maiden is a thousand-year-old Holy Fire that specializes in protecting the Holy Fire Sect. It is indeed a high position and power. After Zhang Moye disappeared, Yang Tao reorganized the Holy Fire Sect and found the Holy Fire Sect.

But your mother has passed away, why does the Holy Fire Tribe pursue you?”

"Because my mother left me something."

Yaoqin smiled bitterly, and she reached out to light the candlestick in the boudoir.

As Shen Qiu was watching, Yaoqin stretched out her hand and placed her fingers in the candlelight, without any pain.

The flame was also wrapped around Yaoqin's fingers, like a docile little snake jumping.

I don't seem to want to hurt her.

"The saint of the Holy Fire Sect cannot be a woman.

Before my mother passed away, I told me that this saint tribe was a tribe born with the holy fire more than a thousand years ago.

She and my aunt who has been missing for many years are the last two left after such bloodlines passed down for thousands of years.

Unfortunately, I inherited it.

The Holy Fire Sect regards our clan as a saint, saying that it is a sacrifice, but in fact it is forbidden.

My mother and aunt were helpless to escape. Becoming a saint means devoting their whole life to the holy fire, and they will never be allowed to leave the holy fire again.

Until the next saint becomes an adult, he will burn his body in the holy fire.

Use it as fuel to keep the sacred flame passed on.”

Yaoqin's tone was sad, she said:

"Tell me before my mother passed away.

For a thousand years, the suffering of the Holy Fire has always flowed in the blood of our tribe.

Every generation of our tribe has to endure that suffering, and every generation has to make their own choices.

She found an opportunity and finally left the Holy Volcano and was free.

I taste the love, hate and obsession in the world, and I don’t want me to return to such a circle of suffering.

She told me, let me hide it, as long as I wait for decades, without the protection of the saint, the thousand-year-old holy fire will naturally be extinguished.

By then, the Holy Fire Cult will perish and I will no longer have any worries about my life.”

Yaoqin let out a long sigh, she raised her head and said to Chen Qiu:

"Since my mother's death, I kept my oath and hid in the piano platform, hoping that the evil fire would be extinguished as soon as possible. This time, the Holy Fire Tribes rushing thousands of miles to show that the fire is indeed about to be extinguished."

"You and Qingqing should not participate in this matter. I have made a decision to follow Uncle Hei to Mocheng in Sichuan and Shu, waiting for the evil fire to be extinguished.

Without the Thousand Years of Holy Fire, the Holy Fire Cult will collapse itself, and then the shackles on my body will be untied."

Having said that, Yaoqin felt sad about parting in her heart, and her big eyes became red. She really loved Qingqing very much.

But there is really nothing we can do about this separation of life and death.

She reached out to hold Chen Qiu's hand and said as if she begged:

"Chen Qiu, you must take good care of Qingqing and let her not worry about me.

From now on, I will live in Mocheng for a long time and will recite scriptures and pray for her.

If you and Qingqing are still destined to be with me.

In that decade, we will have a day to meet.”

Chen Qiu was a little silent at this moment.

What Yaoqin said does make sense.

If those Holy Fire Tears really welcomed the Holy Fire back and allowed the Thousand-year Holy Fire to burn for a long time, the Yaoqin hid and waited until the Holy Fire was extinguished, it would be a good idea.

There is still Sichuan and Shu Mo City.

Located in a steep and secret place, it is also supported by the good old man with superb skills from Wujiujiu.

Yaoqin thought that she would not have any worries about her life.

However, such a picturesque beauty has to be alone in Mocheng for more than ten years.

Wasting the best years of life in that lonely and remote secret place is like trapped in the lonely city, green lamp scrolls, burning up all the years, lonely for half a lifetime.

This is really a bit too cruel.

The atmosphere in the room was a little stagnant for a while.

Chen Qiu wanted to say something, but just as he opened his mouth, he saw Yaoqin wiping his eyes down.

From this perspective, Yaoqin's dignified eyebrows were unexpectedly a bit charming and natural.

Very familiar.

I must have been somewhere and have seen such similar eyebrows.

Before, every time I saw Yaoqin, the strange feeling of déjà vu came to my heart again, and Chen Qiu thought hard.

I have seen women I have seen since I entered this era and cannot be forgotten.

There are only a few.

Lin Huiyin, no!

Chen Lan, not!

Xiuhe, no!

Qingqing, that's even more so.

Who else?

Chen Qiu rubbed his forehead and thought about it. This was only the young lady in Luoyang...

etc!

Lei Shiyin!

That little girl who is still young, weak and intelligent, and although she has not yet grown up, she has a hint of charming and natural appearance.

It's her!

It seemed like a flash of lightning flashed across Chen Qiu's heart.
To be continued...