When Wu Feng woke up, the sky was clear and the rain had stopped.

The wound was not too painful, but the forehead was hot, and it seemed that the resistance had decreased after the severe injury, which led to a fever.

Wu Feng got up, found some herbs, chewed them directly, and waited for himself to feel more comfortable, and then walked to the river.

His body was covered with blood and broken flesh, and his handsome face was completely covered, looking extremely terrifying and weird, like Shura who came out of hell.

At first glance, Wu Feng couldn't help but be startled when he saw his face like this.

He scooped up the water, carefully rubbed his face, slowly washed away the blood shell on his face, and reappeared a delicate and handsome face.

Then he jumped into the water and let the river wet his robe, and in an instant, the whole river was dyed bright red.

The clothes were too deep with blood to be washed off, and after Wu Feng washed them in the water for a long time, this robe was still a bloody coat.

He had no choice but to hide in the cave, take off his underwear and jacket together, and dig out a set of clean clothes from the Ruyi bag to change into.

He made a fire and dried the bloody clothes, and threw them into the fire, and the blood and the clothes turned to ashes.

This fire was his farewell to this killing time.

Thinking of Lin Yan and Yuan Shu, two peers who had been against him for several years, had now died in Huangquan, Wu Feng couldn't help but feel inexplicable in his heart.

Is this grievance over? How will I feel when I think of these hatreds and resentments, and when I think of the scattered blood and sand?

It's just resentment, not hatred, but Yuan Shu and Lin Yan have killed Zheng Zhi and Tan Wangsong, and they have wanted to take his life many times. If he doesn't fight back and kill, his mind really can't be open.

Yuan Shu destroyed all the belongings of himself and Lin Yan before he died, and Wu Feng won and lost this hunting plan.

He knew that because of his hunting operations, he would not be able to obtain enough points to enter the main hall in this trial.

However, at this moment, Wu Feng's heart was unusually calm, and he was not uncomfortable because of this.

One thing, you shouldn't be afraid when you do it, and since you've done it, don't regret it.

At least the long sword that he worked hard for, after being stained with blood, washed out his bright heart.

There is no need to say much about right and wrong, just the meaning in the chest!

Wu Feng came to the swamp and scooped up the remaining pieces of Lin Yan's body one by one.

Then, he once again stepped out of the Valley of Rejuvenation, entering the cold world beyond the valley.

The mountain roads at Taniguchi are covered with snow, and the tall trees are covered with snow, as if they are full of ice flowers.

On the trees, however, there were scattered jackdaws chirping and making terrible and terrifying cries. They are not afraid of the cold.

He remembered that Lin Yan said when he was a child that his favorite season was winter, a winter day that was cold to the bone.

The cold wind blew on Wu Feng's cheeks, Wu Feng was only wearing a thin single coat, standing in the snow, but he didn't seem to feel the slightest chill, just silent.

It took a moment for him to open his lips and make a sound.

"I did not kill you, but you died because of me. Wu Feng said lightly, Lin Yan's shattered head had been retrieved by him, carefully glued together with gum, sewn back to the neck, and the limbs chopped off by Yuan Shu were also nailed back to the body, and the bloody face still had the fear before death.

Wrapped Lin Yan in a roll of shroud and placed it in the soil pit, Wu Feng filled in the loess with a spade, burying Lin Yan's bones, which was also the innocence of childhood that he could never find back.

The pit soon turned into a small mound, a wordless plank of wood that was the tombstone of a former childhood friend.

Wu Feng laid down the paper money, lit it with flint, curled green smoke, drifted in the wind, and the sake sprinkled by the sacrifice flowed down from his fingers, in this winter, the cold penetrated the bone marrow.

"Today, I will call you brother one last time. Our grievances also dissipated with the wind with this light smoke. ”

The word brother is too light, so light that it has become a cliché for people, and it is also too heavy, so heavy that it will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Lin Yan died, and Wu Feng could remember that this guy had indeed treated people well before, and he was not completely useless.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

"Rest in peace. Wu Feng poured all the wine in the cup, turned around and strode away.

The liquor froze into a sheet of frost on the tomb. The jackdaw chirped behind Wu Feng, as if bidding farewell to the former friendship.

Wu Feng went into the valley again, buried the heads of Zheng Zhi and Tan Wangsong, and buried a stone, and this time Wu Feng carved their names on the stone.

The body was no longer found. Maybe he was thrown into the river by Yuan Shu and Lin Yan.

What happened here, except for Yun Hailan who knew a little, he didn't plan to reveal it to anyone in the future.

The death of the four elite disciples of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrow would have become a pure disappearance, and there was no need to mention the murder and calculation in it.

In the end, Wu Feng still retrieved Yuan Shu's father's head, wrapped it in oiled paper again, and planned to send it back to the tomb when he returned after the trial.

When designing, you don't have to think about what means to use, everything is for yourself to survive and have the last laugh. In hindsight, think about what went too far and make up for it. This is Wu Feng's mentality.

Of course, more importantly, when you are done, you will never regret it!

......

Night.

Wu Feng gently took out the jade talisman and pinched it open.

Soon, Yun Hailan was like an epiphany spirit in the night wind, wafting in a cold fragrance.

"What, do you miss me?" Yun Hailan smiled, and it was too late.

"I don't see you for a day, like every other autumn. Wu Feng laughed casually, and didn't think much about it. After designing for Yuan Shu to kill Lin Yan and kill Yuan Shu, he was calm, but also with a faint depression.

Yun Hailan showed a hint of teasing eyes: "Yo, how can you learn to flamboyate?" Don't forget that your current identity is your aunt, and you are disrespectful now......"

This is said to be dissatisfied, but the voice is soft and tactful, and the tail note is like a hook, with a gripping feeling.

Apparently she enjoyed the feeling of teasing innocent teenagers. Fifty years ago, it was like this for Yang Qi, and now the habits have not changed.

Wu Feng then remembered that she was not Meng Qiwu, but she couldn't talk casually, so she could only blush and sigh: "Aunt Yun, I'm sorry, I actually just want to find someone to talk to." ”

"Did those two children go to hell?" Yun Hailan didn't continue to tease him, but asked.

Wu Feng nodded: "Actually, one of them is a very good friend of mine." ”

After saying this, Wu Feng realized that he was really lonely.

He didn't want people to know about his loneliness, and he pretended to be strong from the day his father disappeared, but he couldn't actually be as strong as iron.

Yun Hailan said that he deliberately pretended to be an adult, which was not unreasonable.

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