In January of the twenty-fifth year, the spring is cold.

Guanzhong, near the Tongguan area, a group of people is resting in the mountains here.

These Flame Cult members were dressed peculiarly and dressed in Western Regions costumes, like merchants, and there were more than fifty of them.

At this time, it was dusk, and under the leadership of the two leaders, a group of disciples were kneeling on the ground, kneeling in the direction of the Western Regions.

The remnant sun shone on the valley and on those who bowed down.

Their faces were solemn, and in front of their leader, bronze candlesticks were burning, with flames the size of beans burning.

Around this group of disciples who bowed down to the distant holy fire, a few feet away, there was a corpse, and the scattered sounds of battle continued.

Those corpses are all knights from the local sect of Guanzhong and the Huashan faction.

These Northwest men came to stop the Demon Sect.

It's just that some underestimate the strength of these Holy Fire Sect elites, and more than forty people came, but all of them were buried in this Guanzhong Plain.

Speaking of the Huashan faction, it used to be beautiful.

Ten years ago, this northwest sect was still a must-have in martial arts.

It's a pity that more than ten years ago, the Demon Sect rose, and under the leadership of Zhang Moxie, the Seven Sects of the Demon Sect came from the Western Regions and wanted to go to the Central Plains, and the first stop was Guanzhong.

In order to buy time for the decent knights to assemble in Luoyang, the Huashan faction fought to the death against the Demon Sect under Huashan.

Since the head of the house, nearly 1,000 elites have been killed and injured, and their vitality has been greatly damaged.

That was one of several tragedies in the 10 years of Zhengding.

But the sacrifice of the Huashan faction was worthwhile.

If it weren't for their strengths, Ren Hao, who had just become the leader of the martial arts alliance, would not have had time in Luoyang at that time to gather decent knights from all over the rivers and lakes.

That year, the good and evil sides fought a big battle in the Central Plains, and the battle was finally so fierce that he forced Chunyangzi to go out of Taiyue Mountain, shake the light with a treasure sword, and fight with Zhang Moxie to a draw, before he could repel the Demon Sect.

If it weren't for the sacrifice of these Northwest men, the Demon Sect, which was at its peak at that time, would have swept the world long ago.

It's just that people take tea and cool things, and it's the same in Wulin Jianghu

Although there has been support from colleagues in the rivers and lakes since Zhengding ten years later, more than ten years have passed, and the Huashan faction is still in a slump.

In the lack of elite disciples, it gradually declined.

Today's dead and wounded are the last disciples of the Huashan faction.

Under the leadership of the leader, they originally wanted to stop the Demon Sect and restore Huashan's reputation.

But it didn't come to fruition, but it ended up in such a bleak end.

"Walk away!"

A few zhang after the daily ritual of the Holy Fire Sect, in the mountains and forests, a middle-aged man with a long sword and a broken arm shouted to the young man who followed him:

"Stop him for the teacher! Hurry up! ”

"Master, don't talk nonsense!"

The young man was covered in blood, and his sword hand trembled.

He gritted his teeth, looked viciously at the young man chasing behind him, and said:

"Today, I want to kill thieves with my master, and I will live up to the blood of my predecessors in Huashan! Master, I will not abandon you! ”

This pair of masters and apprentices are the last two people left in the Huashan faction to attack and kill.

The middle-aged man is the head of the Huashan faction.

Martial arts, so-so, the level of the list, is also a character in the rivers and lakes of Guanzhong.

But the elite of the Holy Fire Sect was too fierce, and there was a numerical advantage, so that the head of the sect could not resist the slaughter, and when he rescued his disciples, he was cut off again.

And this time coincides with the daily rituals of the Holy Fire cultists.

The powerful cultists stopped chasing and killed them, and instead chased after another person who was acting with the Holy Fire cultists.

"Good! Apprentice, we and the two of us will live and die together today! ”

The head of Huashan is surging.

He held the sword in one hand, looking at the people in the Demon Sect who were chasing around him, and his apprentice was standing with him, also holding the sword with both hands, and there was a fear of death on his young face.

But even so, he still stood straight.

It's like the lonely peak of Nahua Mountain.

"Bell"

The sharp sword light came head-on, and the one-armed master broke his arm, so he had to do his best to block this fatal knife with the sword in his hand.

But in the next moment, the blade in front of him turned.

And there was a light of blood.

Then there was a hellish vision of Shura.

Between the pungent bloody breath, the head of the sect was invaded by the illusion, and between the sharp slashes, the long sword in his hand was shocked and came out, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The young disciple wanted to save his master, and as soon as he raised his sword, he was struck in the wrist by a sword from outside the sky when the blood light dissipated.

Although it was the back of the knife, it was also under severe pain, and the long sword flew out of his hand.

In front of the master and apprentice, there was only one person chasing him.

Dressed in black, he held an ordinary willow leaf long knife.

Probably fourteen or fifteen years old.

The complexion is delicate, the body is thin, the eyes are blue, and the cheeks have a hint of the characteristics of the Western Regions, and the eyes and cheeks are matched, looking a little shy.

It's still a kid!

He shot and knocked down the blades of the two men.

did not rush to kill, but instead closed the knife and stood.

The illusion of the sea of blood wrapped around the emaciated body also dissipated with the lancet sheath, as if everything just now was just a dream.

"Why, don't you run away?"

Wu Wuming looked at the master and apprentice who were waiting for death with his eyes closed in front of him with blue eyes, and he said suspiciously:

"Wait, why did you send you to death when you knew you were invincible?"

The one-armed head was held in his arms by his apprentice, and he did not reply to the question of whether he was worried or not, but looked at his own apprentice.

He asked:

"Apprentice, you and I will die, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

The young disciple wiped the blood from his face, his fingers still trembling.

Actually, it's scary.

This world is difficult, and the only one who dies is dead.

Who is not afraid?

But he looked at the young man in front of him with strong and strange sword skills, and remembered the deeds of his ancestors that he had heard when he joined the Huashan faction.

In the past ten years, the Huashan faction, which has been in decline, has relied on those deeds passed down by word of mouth to gather the last trace of strength.

He stiffened his voice and said to his master:

"Master often taught me that more than ten years ago, my predecessors in Huashan also fought against the Demon Sect, so that they lived up to the prestige of my Huashan faction.

Today, I am not good at learning and art, and I am also to blame for dying here, no wonder others.

Master, I'm not afraid!

but he was powerless to kill the thief, and his heart was sad. ”

"See?"

The last head of Huashan laughed, he looked at the young man in front of him and said:

"Sacrificing one's life for righteousness is the right way!

This is my Huashan inheritance!

This is my Northwest boy's ambition! How can you wait for these people in the Demon Cult to make me afraid?

If you want to kill, you will kill! ”

"But I'm waiting, not for Huashan to send it."

Worrying about life is a simple-minded person.

He had a lot of doubts in his mind.

He put away the lancet in his hand, crouched in front of the master and apprentice, and there was no hostility in his face, and he said:

"I'm waiting, passing through here, I didn't hurt anyone, and I didn't attack you, why, took the initiative to attack?

Just because, I'm a demon cult, are you decent? ”

"You..."

The strange question of the young man in front of him made the master and apprentice, who had already planned to close their eyes and wait for death, look at each other.

Zhang Chu attached great importance to worrying about lifelessness, and specially sent him out to walk the rivers and lakes to hone his sword skills. Walking with the Holy Fire Sect is just Zhang Chu's order to complete the agreement with Yang Tao.

But before leaving, make it clear that if you can, you can help, and if you can't help, you can take advantage of the situation.

The most important thing is to protect yourself.

It's just that this young man grew up in the Seven Peerless Secret Land since he was a child, and the Suzhou War was his first time going out, and he didn't know anything about the outside world and the world.

His knife skills are strong, although this time he has a magic knife, but it is evil, but it is easy not to use it, and at this time, he uses an ordinary long knife, which is enough to suppress the two injured people in front of him.

"Why, don't you speak?"

There was a scar on his chin that was desperate.

It was a wound that was interrupted by Shen Qiu during the Suzhou War, but it was almost healed.

He looked at the silent fallen master and apprentice in front of him, and said:

"Brother Zhang Chu, let me, walk the world and see this chaos.

He said, "The source of the turmoil in the world is in you."

Only when the rivers and lakes are unified and the world is unified can this suffering be eliminated. ”

"Nonsense!"

The head of Huashan gritted his teeth and said:

"You young man was deceived by that Zhang Chu! It is naturally a good thing that the rivers and lakes are unified and the world is unified, but when did the Demon Sect also do this?

He's clearly deceiving you! ”

"Huh"

The sword was as bright as snow, and the light and sharp blade was against the neck of the master, and he seemed to be angry when he was worried about his life, and he said:

"Don't let you speak ill!"

It's just that when he stood up, a touch of confusion appeared on his delicate face.

The danger of master and apprentice in front of him was quite bleak, which reminded him of his childhood, and at this time, there was no evil to interfere with his thinking, and he couldn't bear it in his heart.

After a few breaths, the lancet in his hand danced lightly.

The master and apprentice cried out in pain, and blood broke from their wrists, and the tendons of their hands had been torn open.

"In the future, don't allow it, practice martial arts!"

Worried about his life, he received the knife, and he said seriously to the master and apprentice in front of him:

"If you don't have martial arts, if you are stupid, you won't die.

But the evil is not there, and you are weak, so you don't have to kill. Walk!

Don't come again, send to death provocation. ”

He glanced at the Flame Sect who was kneeling down to worship the Holy Flame, and he turned back to the master and apprentice and said:

"They're fierce.

If I want to kill you, I can't stop you. ”

After saying that, Wu Wusheng took the knife and turned around and walked to the camp.

really spared such a dead master and apprentice.

This made the eyes of the two of them full of disbelief.

"Master, how did he..."

The young disciple Che Hua was holding his left wrist, his face was in pain, but more in doubt.

He helped the master up, and looked at the sorrow of leaving, the young man walked, and took out a steamed bun from the baggage, and ate it sweetly.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just seen his strong sword technique, anyone who looked at it would feel that this thin young man looked innocent.

"People in the Demon Sect act in a sneaky and abnormal way, and there are often things that turn right and wrong upside down."

The head of Huashan turned pale, he covered his broken arm, and his eyes were full of gloom.

He took a breath and said to his apprentice;

"But it's a great luck to be able to escape today, apprentice, go and bring all the brothers who are still alive, and we will go back to Huashan."

"Then Master, you hold on first, and I'll be back right away."

Che Hua, the last disciple of the Huashan Sect, walked out of the forest, and saw that those Holy Fire Sect disciples were still worshipping, and the demon sect boy stood on the side, pinching half a steamed bun and eating it while watching the excitement.

Seeing Che Hua walking out of the forest, he also turned his head and smiled at Che Hua.

In that smile, there was a hint of the purity of an acquaintance.

But I saw that Che Hua's whole body was cold.

What the hell is going on with this teenager?

Is it because the brain is not good?

But the Holy Fire Sect was fierce, where did he still have the surviving brothers, and he searched for them among the corpses, looking at the brothers who practiced martial arts together on weekdays and lived together, there was only one corpse left.

And he came from his heart.

Che Hua, whose eyes were red, rushed back to the forest, wanting to tell the bad news to the master, but in the midst of the fallen leaves, the master was already kneeling on the ground, in a pool of blood.

There was a sword stuck in his abdomen, and the hilt was still in his hand.

It's already out of breath.

"Master!"

Che Hua yelled and pounced, but the master had already gone.

Beside him, there were torn strips of cloth with a few words written in blood.

"Che Hua apprentice:

Today's events are all because of the teacher.

If it weren't for the teacher's insistence on reviving the prestige of Huashan, you and other disciples would not have died tragically here.

Master has no shame to see you again, and only hopes that he can go down to the Yellow Spring and ask for forgiveness from his apprentices and masters.

I don't want to be entangled in my heart, I have to avenge us.

The young man was right, we and others provoked the incident today, and we took the blame for it.

But it also caused my apprentice to be abolished martial arts, and after collecting my bones, I will live a good life, don't learn from the incompetent master again, for the sake of the rivers and lakes, and end up harming others and yourself. ”

The handwriting is scattered.

When Master wrote these words, he must have been in great pain.

Body pain.

My heart is also bitter.

Che Hua knelt in front of his master's corpse, his heart was like ashes, except for him, the last generation of elite disciples of the Huashan faction had all died here.

The Huashan faction, which has been inherited for a hundred years, is in the cold winter of 25 years... Dead.

After a stick of incense, the worship ceremony of the Holy Fire Sect is completed.

The two leaders at the head ignored Che Hua, who was kneeling in the forest, and with a heavy and sharp light pestle pinned to his waist, he said to the congregation behind him:

"We need to speed up, lest this battle attract the attention of the Tiance Army, and it will be very bad for them to be entangled.

After passing the pass, the soldiers will be divided into two ways.

According to the master, go your separate ways. ”

The Flame Sect members quickly divided into two teams, and the Dharma Protector stepped forward again and said to the worried man who was sitting in a carriage on the side and holding a steamed bun in his hand:

"Master Zhang Chumen sent you to assist me, you are also a rare master, which way do you wait?"

"Where are you going?"

Wu Wuming raised his head and asked.

"All the way to Luoyang, all the way to Suzhou."

The Dharma Protector replied, but there was a hint of hesitation on his worried and emaciated face.

He touched the wound on his chin.

If you go to Suzhou, you may be able to meet Shen Qiu.

That day, he was holding the evil in his hand, and he fought with Shen Qiu, and lost the knife technique, and now that he has learned the Heavenly Demon Silence Sword, he may be able to fight with Shen Qiu again.

See who has better knife skills.

But Luoyang...

Worrying and pursed his lips, the figure of a girl with a warm smile appeared in his heart.

If you go to Luoyang, you may still meet that beautiful little lady.

He was entangled in his heart and couldn't make a decision.

Yang Beihan, who was sleeping in the carriage behind him, stretched his waist, opened the curtain, and said to the Holy Fire Sect Protector:

"I'll wait until I go to Suzhou, and I'll have to deliver a letter."

The Dharma Protector didn't care, turned around and left.

Worried and a little annoyed, he turned his head and stared at Yang Beihan, who was sharp-beaked and monkey-cheeked, and he said dissatisfiedly:

"Why?"

"You little fool!"

Yang Beihan smiled, he shook the gourd in his hand, stretched out his hand and knocked on the head of Wu Wuxing, and said:

"You clearly want to go to both places, do you really think you can't see it?

You and I will go to Suzhou first, deliver the letter, and complete the things ordered by the door master, don't you still have to compete with that Shen Qiu?

After the thing is done, why don't we go to Luoyang again?

Anyway, the master of the door also told us that later, we will also go to the Central Plains and join him. ”