Chu Feng groaned violently and opened his eyes.

Chu Feng sat up and found himself sitting in a barren mountain, the entire cliff was full of green smoke, and the fire in the distance had not been extinguished, constantly flickering in the night.

Chu Feng looked at his hand, and then slowly clenched his fist, he found that his body seemed to be a little heavier, but it reacted more quickly than before.

Chu Feng shook his head to get rid of the drowsiness that he had just woken up, but found a figure standing in the distance, his big red robe hunting in the night wind.

The figure stood a little lonely in the night breeze, looking into the distance, without saying a word.

Chu Feng stood up silently, looked at his shoulder, and found that Ye Siqing had long since disappeared, and it seemed that there were only two people here, himself and him.

Chu Feng slowly stepped forward and walked behind him without speaking.

Feng Qiwu didn't look back, just sighed and said, "Fengming Villa is gone." ”

Chu Feng pursed his lips and said, "Yes, no." ”

"Those of my fellow disciples, you killed them?" Feng Qiwu asked.

"Yes, I killed all of them. Chu Feng thought for a moment, and then added, "There is also the Great Zhuang Master, the Second Zhuang Master, and the Great Elder Feng Yishu."

"You don't have to say it. Feng Qiwu interrupted him, "I always thought that you couldn't do it, but I never thought that you could really do it, it was more than 300 lives, and for the one person you cared about, you killed more than 300 people." ”

Chu Feng was silent, and after a long time, he said: "It's always wrong to kill people, but people are not creatures who will definitely not do it if they know that they are wrong, and they will definitely do it if they know that they are right." After all, people still care more about their own feelings than others, I want to keep that person, if someone wants to stand in my way, if I don't die, I will kill them. ”

Feng Qiwu suddenly laughed out loud and said, "Now that you and I have a grudge against killing my father, do you think I can still let you live?"

Chu Feng was silent for a moment, and then said very seriously: "Accompany me at any time." ”

Feng Qiwu was slightly stunned, then turned around and watched Chu Feng fall into a long silence.

"I don't want to kill you right now. Feng Qiwu sat down slowly, and the twin swords were inserted into the scorched earth, "I'm so tired that I want to rest for a while." ”

Feng Qiwu's words were very sincere, he was really too tired, and since he entered the temple, his spirit had never been relaxed, never.

There were so many things he had to carry, he didn't like them, but he had to bear them, and now, all the burdens had completely disappeared with the fire and the earthquake just now, and nothing was left.

But he didn't feel any lighter, the burden on his shoulders was suddenly lifted, and his heart was empty, and there was nothing left, just like the scorched earth and ruins in front of him.

The huge Luofeng Mountain and the huge Fengming Villa were wiped out of this world overnight, and the more than 300 lives that were alive were also eclipsed.

He was really tired, and the only thing to be thankful for was the news that Feng Yinli, who had been told by the sword in obscurity, was still alive.

But the only glimmer of color lost all color in this flame.

Chu Feng stood in front of Feng Qiwu, didn't speak, just looked into the distance, and said after a long time: "You can come to me at any time, I'll wait." ”

Chu Feng didn't know what Feng Qiwu was thinking, why he killed his father, but he didn't get angry.

"Chu Feng, let me ask you a question, can you answer me truthfully?" Feng Qiwu said with a wry smile.

Chu Feng nodded.

"What did you think about the changes in Sanmiao Palace back then?" Feng Qiwu asked softly.

Chu Feng didn't expect Feng Qiwu to ask himself such a question, this question was very tricky, because many times, he didn't know what he was thinking.

He doesn't have too deep feelings for Sanmiao Palace, and he is not so close to his brothers and sisters, so the fall of Sanmiao Palace is not a big deal for him, and it is even like a boring story, which will not make him have any thoughts at all.

His only idea, presumably, came from one person.

Father Chu Shu.

His father was just a mortal, a mortal who did some miscellaneous work in the Sanmiao Palace, but he was involved in the dispute of the cultivators for no reason and gave his life in vain.

Except for Chu Feng, probably no one will remember that he once lived in this world, and except for Chu Feng, probably no one will remember this name.

Chu Feng clenched his fists.

"With your cultivation, although you can't sweep away Star Island - oh, Star Island has also been destroyed, and even the Founding Emperor has died, I'm afraid that I won't be able to turn over any storms, but at least for the Proud Sword Cave Heaven and the Heavenly Crafts Mansion, you can make them sit still. Why not get revenge?"

Feng Qiwu asked.

Chu Feng was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I wanted to go over and take revenge, but after all, I still felt that such a thing was too boring, so I gave up." ”

"Boring?" Feng Qiwu's eyebrows raised slightly, a little hard to believe his ears, what he heard in Chu Feng's mouth turned out to be boring!

"Revenge is a matter of course. Feng Qiwu emphasized, "Revenge will make you feel at ease, won't you?

Chu Feng sighed, looked into the distance and said, "It's been so long, and I'm not so angry anymore—I don't want to kill those who don't have to be responsible for this until I have to." ”

If he had only left the temple for the time being, and he had the power he had now, he might really make the three major factions pay the price of blood, even if they couldn't kill those culprits, at least they wouldn't be able to live in peace.

However, it was already a full fifteen years after his cultivation was restored.

Fifteen years is really too long, long enough to wear out the anger in Chu Feng's chest, long enough for Chu Feng to stop dwelling on that old matter.

"You're so unkind. The corners of Feng Qiwu's mouth twitched slightly, and he laughed.

Feng Qiwu looked very good when he smiled, it was like a round of sun that brought sunshine to the world, and at that moment Chu Feng also felt a little dazzling.

But then Chu Feng saw the bloodshot and tiredness in Feng Qiwu's eyes, and the sun quickly dimmed and lost its color.

"Maybe. Chu Feng smiled, sighed and said, "But what if I go and kill those people, will my father be resurrected?"

"At least you'll be happy. Feng Qiwu said.

"Are you happy?" Chu Feng smiled helplessly, he remembered the time when he escaped from Fengming Villa, the time when he was entangled in hatred and anger, no matter when he recalled it, he would not feel relaxed.

Feng Qiwu looked at Chu Feng's face and found that there was some pain in Chu Feng's eyes, that kind of pain was a silent trickle, but it was pervasive, penetrating into every pore of people's hearts, and there was no way to dodge, and there was nowhere to avoid it—if it weren't for someone who felt the same way, he would probably never have found the pain in his eyes.

"At the end of the day, it's just a matter of making yourself happy. Chu Feng sighed and said, "If I wasn't unhappy in the first place, why would I do that." ”

"That's why I said you're very unkind. Feng Qiwu said very seriously, "No matter how you say it's your father, you don't even want to take revenge, I think you are really kind to such a person." ”

Feng Qiwu said two more "thin feelings" in one breath, which made Chu Feng slightly gloomy.

Feng Qiwu may be right, he is a kind person after all.

Chu Feng stopped talking, and sat down in the slightly cold night breeze, almost face to face with Feng Qiwu.

Feng Qiwu thought for a while, suddenly took out a jar of wine, and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Chu Feng thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "Don't drink it." ”

"Why don't you drink it?" Feng Qiwu asked.

Chu Feng was silent for a moment before he said seriously: "The wine is not good. ”

"But there's a lot you can forget. Feng Qiwu smiled and slapped the mud seal of the wine jar, and drank a small jar of wine in one go, and there was not a drop left.

Feng Qiwu wiped his lips with his sleeve before saying, "People like to drink, not because it is really delicious, but because it makes people feel comfortable." People who are troubled can forget their troubles when they drink, and people who are happy can be even happier when they drink, and after all, no one cares whether they drink or not because of whether the wine itself is good or not, whether they are good or not. ”

Chu Feng smiled and said, "Then I'm probably not human." ”

Chu Feng's words were a little self-deprecating, and a little sad.

Feng Qiwu put down the wine jar abruptly, looked directly into Chu Feng's eyes and said, "Do you know what I think of you?"

Chu Feng shook his head.

"You are a person who is out of place in this world. Feng Qiwu said very seriously, "You are too disobedient to this world, whether it is talking, doing things, or interpersonal relationships, you are like an outlier." You have a lot of things in you that a normal person has, but you don't have a lot of things in you that a normal person should have, so I really don't think you're human. ”

Chu Feng was slightly stunned, then showed a hint of a smile, and replied, "Maybe, whether I am human or not, probably not so important." ”

"So, what is important to you?" Feng Qiwu asked very seriously, "If your father dies at the hands of others and doesn't take revenge, then the people around you die at the hands of others, will you take revenge? Since you can't even avenge the enemies of those close to you, who do you care? Do you care about others, do you care about yourself?"

Chu Feng didn't speak, but fell into a long silence, watching Feng Qiwu drink one altar after another, listening to Feng Qiwu chattering about some trivial things and telling some jokes, until the east gradually turned white.

Feng Qiwu was already a little delirious, and even his voice became indistinct.

Only then did Chu Feng say slowly: "Some people are locked by the shackles of the past, so they need to draw their swords to cut off those shackles in order to continue to move forward, so they draw their swords." I don't have that kind of shackles, and naturally I don't need to draw my sword. For the reality that cannot be changed, in addition to fighting, it is also necessary to accept. If you can't do it, what's the fight?"

Feng Qiwu was stunned, and immediately laughed "hehe", pointed at the tip of Chu Feng's nose, shook his fingers, laughed, and said, "Aren't you going to fly in the sky, when will it become so realistic?"

Chu Feng raised his head and looked at the sky in the east before he smiled and said, "Even if the monk flies in the sky, he will still fall to the ground one day, and it is more reassuring to be down-to-earth than to resist the wind and even the four poles." ”

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