Chapter 629

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Chapter 629: The Beginning and the End

The ordinary liar was buried in the grave.

With his dissatisfaction with being ordinary, long-lasting pain, and mysterious past.

Longque stood in front of the grave, looked up, drank heavily, pouring sorrow with strong alcohol.

In the end, she never knew what he was really thinking.

So in the latter part of her life, she was always chasing that shadow, a shadow that had already passed away, a shadow that no longer existed but seemed to be everywhere.

In the end, he did leave something to this world and changed some people.

He kept saying he was not satisfied with being ordinary, yet he had done many remarkable things. He was just too greedy, too unsatisfied, looking too far ahead, so the path beneath his feet seemed too dazzling.

Longque looked at the grave, closed her eyes, and her thoughts drifted back to that bitter cold winter day when she was still a little girl.

In her childhood, her father raised her on his own, which was really a very difficult thing. Now she understands that her father is not a towering hero, but a weak and easily deceived person.

He used to be rich, a landlord, and a high-status person. But soon everything changed. Soon, he had nothing left and became an ordinary person. What could he hold on to after that?

He didn’t have any bravery or courage. Being alone, even just getting enough food and clothing was extremely difficult.

He knew that there was no way to survive through that winter. There was no extra food at home, at most, he could make a few bowls of porridge.

So he died.

He cried while saying ‘I’m sorry’ continuously, not because of what he had done but because of what he was going to do. He felt guilty about it, he was too weak, and didn’t want to take responsibility.

That winter night, he died… Longque witnessed it with his own eyes, he, he had taken his own life.

So enemies and such things never existed from the beginning.

So she had already seen through the lies of her master long ago.

…It was me who killed your father.

Who caused the tragedy at your home is me.

To me, the only real family is my father, I don’t have any memory of anyone else.

Even my father ended up abandoning himself.

He didn’t want to endure the pain and pressure of reality anymore, so he left and died alone, didn’t even have the courage to let his daughter die before him, and left her behind and went ahead.

She always knew, but never said, she was afraid, afraid and uneasy.

She was afraid of being abandoned again by her teacher, wanted to always stay by someone she could rely on.

She obeyed and was willing to keep obeying, agreed to anything, even slaying dragons.

Longque had a pure personality, love and hate were simple for her.

Bai Wei’s death was an unresolved knot for her, a past that she could never let go, making her life full of unanswered confusion.

She spent a long time searching and understanding her master’s past, trying to piece together and recreate his history, looking for the traces and fragments he left behind.

After a long time, another winter arrived, covered in heavy snow.

She arrived at the grave for worship, took off her hood, and the gentle breeze lifted her hair.

Long snowy white hair.

A young face resembling that of a girl, but with tired eyes and a gaze full of experiences.

She sat down on the ground, boldy drank wine, taking a sip and sprinkling some in front of the grave, as if toasting with someone.

"Many years have passed, I think I can finally see you again."

"I have never understood why my master sought death back then. To unravel this mystery, I have traveled far and wide, searched for answers for so long, and sought countless pieces of evidence…"

"I believe I have finally found the answer."

"The master is truly a great deceiver, trying to expose your scheme is not an easy task."

"In some places, even I can’t differentiate, what’s real and what’s fake, I wonder if the master can tell?"

"Let’s start from the past… It all began with the dragon."

"I found out some things about my family’s past, even though you’ve killed most of them, a few lineages still survive."

"The master lied here too, you never completely wiped them out, and you had no reason to do so… If you were still alive, you might have said ‘It’s not fun to kill them all, leaving one alive to make mistakes and then deal with them brings more joy, human nature is inherently evil’… However, in reality, they are all alive, those who can fend for themselves are doing well, those who couldn’t are long gone."

"I learned some things from them, found some traces… My family tried to create a dragon, they wanted to hatch a dragon to gain extraordinary power."

"The Cerberus dragon was a created experiment, not the only subject."

"I suppose they didn’t know, in that sacrifice, they created the most terrifying thing…"

"The only dragon."

"The master said he was the only dragon, but that’s not true. You are not the only dragon, but your existence gave birth to the only dragon."

"Dragons are embodiments of power, and the unfathomable depths of the human heart are also a kind of power, as is hatred and resentment."

"The master also said that the only dragon’s birth comes from the human heart."

"During that ritual of sacrifice, the ‘only dragon’ was born, and the master was able to survive precisely because of this reason."

"In the years that followed, the master traveled far and wide, trying to find ways to deceive the world, eliminate all evil, and restrain the growth of the only dragon."

"But this was not a long-term solution."

"The master needed to get rid of the only dragon, or else he would be consumed. Being consumed was a small matter because it was destined to become an uncontrollable disaster."

"The master needed a sword, a sword mighty enough to slay a dragon."

"My name was given by you, I’m called Longque, the precious sword for slaying dragons."

"When I was fifteen years old, Wei Long got out of control. It escaped from the master’s control, sneaked into the tomb, took over my father’s dead body and ran away. I didn’t know if the master planned it, but its escape meant time was running out."

"Forge weapons, hunt down Wei Long."

"The master told me to slay dragons everywhere, not just to find Wei Long’s whereabouts, but to reduce the number of dragons and force it to show up."

"As long as the body controlled by Wei Long is killed, it will definitely return to the master."

"In this sense, even the master is not wrong about Wei Long. It was born from people’s hearts and from the extreme evil conceived by you."

"The master told me to slay you."

"Let me slay Wei Long, fulfill the mission."

"You said a lot of words, trying to anger me and ignite my fighting spirit."

"You want to portray yourself as a villain, a madman, a rogue, a scheming avenger, and a conspirator."

"But I knew early on that it wasn’t the master who killed my father; it was him abandoning me that I couldn’t forgive."

"I was always just a tool in the master’s hands; I don’t care where I came from, especially since those people deserved their deaths."

"There might be some truth in those words; perhaps the master truly felt unwilling. How could someone so ordinary and weak end up in such a situation?"

"Or maybe it was the influence of the dragon spirit that brought out the darkness in everyone’s hearts."

"But master, do you know what darkness lies within me?"

She lifted her eyes, gazing at the grave, her eyes turning red.

"You’re a fraud, deceiving everyone, disguising yourself perfectly but your third-rate acting gives you away!"

"That’s why I won’t forgive you."

"I won’t forgive anyone who abandons me alone."

She got really angry and shouted out all the words she wanted to say, then she dropped the empty bottle.

"It’s been too long, my mission should be over, the dragons are gone, maybe they won’t appear again in the future. They will be a part of history that fades away, or maybe become a part of eternal legends."

"The era of humans will come, just as my master hoped."

"The dragon slayer finally becomes a dragon, I am the last dragon in the world."

"The era belongs to humans, there is no place reserved for me."

She gazed at the tomb, with a weary smile, pulled out the sword that she didn’t like at first but kept with her the longest, calmly placed it in front of her neck.

"No more waiting."

The fresh blood cuts the throat, the dragon returns to the earth.

…

Many years later, a young man came here and saw a lonely grave, bones, and a sword in front of the grave.

He buried the bones next to the grave and took the old broken sword because he really liked it at first sight.

As he spent many years with the sword, using it to slay demons and achieve greatness, the young man became the first Crouching Tiger, and the sword finally received a name.

Centuries later, in a small village, a baby boy named Bai Wei was born.

What goes around comes around.