Chapter Twenty-Four: The Purple Bamboo Forest

Zhong Mengqiu didn't leave with Ma Xie, she looked at Ma Xie's far away back, and couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in her heart. She could clearly feel that Ma Xie didn't need her at this moment, and the most important thing was that Ma Xie might never meet her again, but he didn't even leave a word of separation.

"Will he come back?" Zhong Mengqiu muttered to himself.

The old monk's voice came: "Everything is from the heart, and it is never a dream." ”

Zhong Mengqiu woke up suddenly, she looked back at the old monk, as if she wanted to get some answer from the old monk, but the old monk still sat there, as if it had been like that since eternity. The old monk didn't give Zhong Mengqiu an answer, Zhong Mengqiu went down the mountain alone, still taking care of her brother's daily life as usual, such days were numbered, because she had decided to go to Tianwu Sect to find her own way.

Speaking of Ma Xie, he rushed towards the Zizhu Hall as fast as he could, at this moment his heart was empty, there was neither fear nor anger, his brain had stopped thinking, only the thought of constantly running forward, maybe Ma Xie was afraid to think, because he didn't want to imagine the picture of the master's accident.

The Zizhu Hall is only twenty miles away from here, and it is a place frequented by some nearby literati and scholars. A plant called "Purple Bamboo" grows here.

Purple bamboo is not thick, even a little thinner than ordinary bamboo, but it has a tougher and upright quality than other bamboos, it will only stand straight and straight like an iron rod.

This quality is often praised by people, people like this kind of character that would rather bend than bend, perseverance, and the courage of this purple bamboo to stick to its own direction since it took root.

But people also know that this kind of bamboo is the easiest to bend, because of its persistence, but also because of its weakness!

Mu Xunfeng looked at this purple bamboo forest, he definitely this bamboo is a portrayal of his life. He is proud, he is tenacious, he is full of justice!

Even if he was plotted, even if his path of cultivation has long been cut off, he still adheres to his original intention, and has never done anything that violates the spirit of chivalry, he believes that between heaven and earth, the only thing that lasts is Haoran righteousness, he believes that everything he does is in line with the way of heaven and the virtue of the earth, just like today, he has no regrets at all.

Although he could continue to hide in the shadows and follow the three disciples of the sea of clouds, he could watch the three scum torture the disciples of the Xuanmen Sect by various means, and he could ignore this cruel reality and concentrate on his path of revenge.

But he was Mu Xunfeng, he couldn't bear to have a weak person being bullied by the strong, although he knew that this was likely to be his last battle, he still resolutely pulled out his sword and saved the disciple of the Xuanmen Sect.

The wind blew through the bamboo forest and the cheeks of Mu Xunfeng.

Mu Xunfeng felt very happy, it turned out that this was the end of his life. "My name is Xunfeng, isn't my life just looking for chasing the ethereal wind?" he felt this majesty carefully, as if whispering to him, hatred is no longer important at this moment, he can carry out his beliefs until death, and Mu Xunfeng dies without regrets.

When he was about to close his eyes, he saw a person, a young man with naïve and stubborn on his face, and maybe a trace of righteousness, Mu Xunfeng knew that righteousness was given to him by himself.

"Evil ......" Mu Xunfeng called Ma Xie for the first time, and he was really happy to see his apprentice and his child at the last moment of his life.

Ma Xie cried and knelt beside Mu Xunfeng, looking at Mu Xunfeng's scars, he couldn't imagine what kind of cruel battle the master had experienced, how he was abused and humiliated by the enemy.

"Master, I'll take you to see a master, and he will definitely be able to heal your injuries. "Ma Xie set up Mu Xunfeng to find the Deadwood Master.

But Mu Xunfeng rejected him, he told Ma Xie that his internal organs were shattered, even if the gods came, they couldn't save him, he told Ma Xie to let him die in this purple bamboo forest, he still had a lot to say to Ma heresy, in this purple bamboo forest full of righteousness.

"Master, did the three people of the Tianwu Sect hurt you like this?" Ma Xie asked, bandaging Mu Xunfeng's wound as much as he could.

"There are some things that you don't need to know, it's my own choice. Mu Xunfeng secretly heard some secrets, and after years of investigation, he finally knew the secret of the sea of clouds, but Mu Xunfeng didn't want to pass on his hatred to Ma Xie, he didn't want Ma Xie to embark on that dark road of revenge for him.

How could Ma Xie understand all this, he thought that the master thought that he was weak and did not want to get involved in this incident, but in any case, Ma Xie had already made up his mind to find out all the truth and kill all the people who hurt Mu Xunfeng!

Mu Xunfeng continued: "Evil child, in my life, I can stick to my beliefs until the last moment, and it has been ...... It's already amazing and I'm so happy...... I'm glad I wasn't blinded by hatred and I did what I had to do. Mu Xunfeng's breath has gradually become chaotic, Ma Xie doesn't know the meaning of Mu Xunfeng's words, his head is messed up at the moment, and he doesn't know that the master has exposed his identity in order to save people.

"No! no!" Mu Xunfeng suddenly sat up straight and said a few words.

"No, no, no, no! Hahahaha! God, I finally know the meaning of my Mu Xunfeng's coming to this world!" Mu Xunfeng stared at Ma Xie and said excitedly, as if he was not hurt at all.

"Master, what's wrong with you? Don't be too hard, I'm using True Qi to help you massage your meridians, you must not be lucky!" Ma Xie said to Mu Xunfeng.

Mu Xunfeng suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Ma Xie's arms tightly, and a powerful force burst out from him, Ma Xie was suppressed by this power and couldn't move at all.

Immediately afterwards, Ma Xie felt that his true qi could no longer enter Mu Xunfeng's body, on the contrary, the true qi in Mu Xunfeng's body suddenly skyrocketed, and it was continuously transported to Ma Xie's body.

"Master, what's going on?" Ma Xie said in a panic.

Mu Xunfeng's face actually returned to his former brilliance at this moment, his eyes exuded a kind of brilliance beyond the past, that kind of brilliance did not come from martial arts or those magical exercises, but a kind of soul sublimation, a person is ready to sacrifice himself, implement his beliefs can only emit light!

In ancient times, there was a kind of people called "gurus", they were all cultivators who failed to ask about their state of mind like Mu Xunfeng, they could not condense their true qi, let alone absorb their spiritual energy, they did not have the great power of a cultivator, and they did not have the true soul of a mortal.

In that dark era, their only role was to burn their souls and let a martial artist of the Innate Realm enter the state of inquiry!

This is a cruel method of cultivation, at that time there were not many exercises to help martial artists "break the soul", only a few big families could use the exercises to "break the soul", while others, only when they were greatly stimulated, they could tear their souls apart. Later, some people found that a martial artist who failed to ask about his state of mind like Mu Xunfeng could actually burn his soul and let his soul guide the soul of an innate martial artist to open the gap and complete the "soul breaking".

So a large number of families and sects have raised such a group of people called "mentors", and they teach the children of the family on weekdays, and after these children reach the innate, they will be guided by the mentor to "break the soul", because the martial artists who break the soul in this way have an incomparable advantage of other methods to break the soul - this way can open up all the eight veins of the human body's strange meridians!

And the price to pay is nothing more than the death of a failed cultivator.