Wen Mu, who was galloping on the road, rushed towards the sect. In fact, Feng Li didn't know that Wen Mu's requirements for this strange soldier were even higher than her. He saw the combat effectiveness of the Reaper Legion, and it was so sharp that it made the always strong Gatu seem so fragile. Wen Mu hoped that the strange army he formed with Feng Li could surpass the Death Legion.

In the city of Ruz, Angola, the wind is softer and more thoughtful. What Wen Mu saw was the sadness in her eyes that was getting thicker, this thoughtfulness was just that the injury was too painful, and she didn't want to let herself be hurt again. Feng Li's affection he knows, those who have passed away, fallen brothers, Feng Li has never forgotten jì, and she also keeps those oaths in her heart. It's just that the burden on her body is too heavy for her to let go, so those feelings and righteousness sink to the bottom of the wind, turning into heartache and knots, and what appears in her eyes is reluctance, regret, and chagrin. Feng Li was annoyed that he didn't protect them well, regretted those vivid figures around him, and was reluctant to give up those nostalgic eyes and smiling faces, these pains and pains tormented Feng Li day and night.

Wen Mu hopes that this time he and Feng Li spent a lot of effort to build a strange soldier, and will no longer become a wound to the bottom of the wind. He wanted them to be Fengli's talisman, and if he could, he hoped that they would be her salvation, that they would be strong enough to defeat Gatu once and for all. Because Gatu will never be defeated, and Fengli can only be trapped in the city of Ruz in Angola forever, the sadness in her eyes will only increase, not decrease. Protecting her by himself, I hope she can get rid of this trouble completely.

He knows Fengli's nature best, what she loves most is nature, and she loves leisure between mountains and rivers. How reluctant she was to follow them at the beginning, she remembered clearly, and persuaded her to accept it. It's just that Wen Mu doesn't know how many times he has regretted it. I hated my own self-assertions. Maybe without those followers, what happened later would not have happened at all, and it was he who pushed Fengli to the point of no return.

Come to think of this. Wen Mu sped up his pace, it was his own fault, and he tried to correct it. If you want to do your best, you must have the strongest combat effectiveness. And in this world, the most reassuring person is my senior brother. Just seeing Senior Brother, will he ignore himself because of Nie Cheng's affairs?

It's just that Wen Mu may have forgotten that maybe such a strange soldier can change the battlefield. But he is too demanding of the strange soldiers, and Fengli's wish is too great. These will only make each other embark on the road of no return and become a more severe injury.

"Senior brother?" Entered the mountain gate. Wen Mu called Le Shan, but no one answered two times in a row, Wen Mu wondered, isn't the senior brother here? So where should I go to find him?

The land of the Sword Venerable Mountain Gate. A mysterious place for the world. It's really rudimentary. There are several stone houses between the cliffs, simple wooden benches and stone tables, and a few rattan chairs, and the back of the house leans against the mountain. It really is, the breeze, the bluestone, the quiet.

The house is so big, it is impossible for Leshan not to hear Wen Mu's stiffness. Wen Mu thought that Senior Brother would definitely not be there. Where should I look for it? I don't want to, I'm thinking about it. Someone ran out of the inner hall.

"Brother Wenmu, Brother Wenmu." The man shouted as he walked. Wen Mu turned around and saw a young man in a green coat and cotton shoes walking towards him, his face was full of smiles, and he saw that he was happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Are you ......" Wen Mu looked at him familiarly, but he couldn't say his name.

"Brother Wenmu, I'm Ke Mu. Have you forgotten? The young man looked at Wen Mu's eyes, nervous and expectant.

"Kemu?" The name overlaps with the impression in my mind. The eyebrows and eyes have grown, the body has been slender, and the boy who was guarding his mother's bedside has grown into a handsome young man with a warm smile.

"Kemu!" Wen Mu exclaimed in surprise. When the young and crying boy became such a teenager, Wen Mu didn't think about it for a while, but now he remembered when he heard the still somewhat familiar voice.

"Brother Wenmu is me." Ke Mu said with a smile, and suddenly said as if he remembered something.

"Ke Mu meets Uncle Shi." Ke Mu said respectfully and seriously. It was Brother Fengli and Brother Wen Mu who changed their lives, to be precise, Wen Mu, because of Wen Mu, Master Leshan found himself again, and he had a different life.

"Good boy, get up. Grow taller, grow up, good. Wen Mu looked at such a sensible and polite child, and was really gratified. At the beginning, this child stole money in order to treat his mother's illness, didn't he value his filial piety and kindness?

"Master is in the lobby, uncle, come with me." After speaking, Ke Mu led the way in front. In fact, for the sect, Wen Mu, who has been in the sect for more than ten years, must be more familiar than Ke Mu, but he enjoys Ke Mu's guidance with peace of mind, but at the same time he is thinking about how to face his senior brother. Didn't you protect Nie Cheng well?

"Master, Uncle Shi is back." Kemu took Wen Mu to Leshan and withdrew.

"Senior brother." Wen Mu looked at the figure that refused to turn around, knelt down with guilt, and sighed.

"......" Leshan heard the movement behind him, turned to look at Wen Mu, his eyes were helpless and sentimental.

"Senior brother, I'm sorry." Wen Mu said. The people of the Jianzun Sect attach great importance to the feelings of the master, and the people of the mountain gate are the heads. Wen Mu knelt down, on the one hand, for his apology for Leshan, and on the other hand, for his respect for the head.

"Get up." Seeing Wen Mu, Le Shan finally sighed and said helplessly.

"Senior brother." Wen Mu was not sure, and he didn't have a face. I'm sorry for my senior brother, I'm sorry for the Jianzun sect, and I've tarnished the sect.

"On the one hand, you promised me a good promise, and on the other hand, you were distracted on the battlefield. Do you think the battlefield is child's play? Allowing you to be in a trance? You don't pay enough attention to the battlefield and yourself as the guardian of the city of Ruz in Angola. Your heart isn't there? Leshan looked at Wen Mu like this, how could the anger in his heart subside. What's the use of such a sad grievance? For hundreds of years, the people of the Sword Venerable Sect had never treated the marshal of Angola Ruz City in such a way! If all you have to do is repentance, then where will the city of Angola Ruz stand? Just let Gatu step through? After killing someone, do you just have to repent? My senior brother's skills were verified by myself before leaving, and he definitely caught up with himself, but he didn't expect the result to be like this.

Wen Mu lowered his head and did not refute Leshan, he really had an unshirkable responsibility in this.

"Wen Mu?" Leshan is no longer entangled in Nie Cheng's affairs, and the past can never be changed!

"Senior Brother in Charge!" Wen Mu replied softly.

"Will this happen again?" Leshan asked softly.

"No!" A very firm voice.

"Are you up?" Leshan looked at Wen Mu, walked up to him, and stretched out his hand.

"Senior brother." Looking at the hand stretched out in front of him, Wen Mu raised his head and saw the gentle smile of his senior brother. Seeing Wen Mu nodding again, Wen Mu grabbed Leshan's hand and stood up.

"Everything on the battlefield is instantaneous, no one can predict it, and I can't blame you for all the blame. I am very sad about Nie Cheng's death, I have watched how he came over the years, I understand his hard work, and I also understand his high hopes for Angola Ruz City. So what he did to Fengli, I can understand. The more Leshan spoke, the quieter his voice became, and finally it was almost a sigh. After following Nie Cheng for so many years, he knows better than anyone what Nie Cheng is thinking. It was because of this understanding that he would not blame Wen Mu.

Nie Cheng's hope for Feng Li, Leshan is the clearest, and Wen Mu will never understand. Such a huge wish fell on Fengli's shoulders, and Leshan felt distressed when he thought about it. For the protection of Fengli, Nie Cheng definitely cares more than Wen Mu. Those blueprints and dreams drawn on Fengli's body must not be destroyed by anyone. It was something more important than Nie Cheng's life, so Nie Cheng was willing to protect it with his life. To protect Fengli is to protect it, so Nie Cheng is resolute.

In terms of justice, Nie Cheng is guarding his hope for the city of Ruz in Angola, for the border, and for the future of the world. To put it mildly, Nie Cheng is using his own death to trap Fengli so that she can continue to go on as she hopes.

"A lot of what he did was for the city of Angola Ruz, not something that anyone could stop, and no one could replace it." Le Shan shook his head and said that he could not guarantee that he would keep Nie Cheng's life when he had the heart to die.

"I don't blame you for your mistake with Nie Cheng, but you did make Jian Zun be questioned by everyone." Leshan's voice sighed and turned to cold. The Jianzun Sect is the patron saint of Mia, and such an image cannot be questioned, which is the responsibility of the head of the sect.

"You don't have that kind of heart! If you continue like this, you will still make the same mistakes, and such regrets and heartaches will happen in the same way. Think to yourself, if this happens again, will you be able to bear it? Leshan knew that Wen Mu attached great importance to Fengli, and he knew that Wen Mu did not want Fengli to be injured. He said this just to make Wen Mu pay more attention to his responsibility, he knew that Wen Mu took Feng Li very seriously, but he wanted him to understand that the people of the Sword Venerable Sect would not let the marshal of Angola Ruz City be in any danger. This is the responsibility and glory of the Sword Venerable Sect, the two have the same goal, but they are completely different, and their identities are completely different.

"Wen Mu completely understands." Wen Mu understood what Senior Brother wanted to say to himself.

"If you don't want to regret it, don't let yourself have a chance to regret it." Leshan said.

"Okay." Wen Mu's words are shallow, but these words are very deep in his heart.

"Okay. It's a time of war and you can't come here, what's the matter with you? Leshan knew that his junior brother would definitely not leave Fengli lightly. The patron saint of the city of Ruz in Angola was determined not to leave the place he was guarding lightly, so he asked.

"Feng Li and I want to form a secret surprise army, and there is a lack of professors, and we thought of you." Wen Mu lowered his head, senior brother was so disappointed in himself, he shouldn't go with him, right? (To be continued......)