Parting is always unspeakable, two lines of tears when parting is the most painful, the reluctance at the time of parting, and the sense of loss that envelops the heart is the most tormenting. But when it's time to leave, you have to leave after all, no matter how attached you are, because there is always a reason to leave. But in fact, sometimes leaving is just to come back better, and leaving temporarily is just to find a reason for yourself to stay.

Everything seems to change suddenly for everyone, and no one wants to easily believe what they don't expect. When Dongfang Jue looked at Dongfang Xian, who was carried back on a stretcher, he was stunned. He didn't expect it to be such an unprepared result, and he didn't expect Wuxin to be so ruthless, and it was even more cruel to kill him than to kill him.

Dongfang Xian was unintentional to hide from Dongfang Jue, but Dongfang Jue was not unaware, he knew, but he didn't stop it, he felt that this was the development it should be, but the ending was unexpected by him. He knew how many people Dongfang Xian had brought, and he also knew the strength of those people together, but looking at Dongfang Jue in front of him who was like a waste, and the black-clothed disciples who were killed and injured more than half, he was silent, and he didn't know how to describe his mood at this time.

When he heard Dongfang Xian's narration of those unintentional messages to bring back, he finally understood why things had developed to this point, no one wanted to see their enemies running to their homes to point fingers, swords and swords, even a person who was originally powerless would do something for this, not to mention that the other party was a bloody knife heartless that gave Red Feather a headache.

"It's only because you're too vindictive and can't blame others. Dongfang never paid attention to Dongfang Xian's crying face, shook his head helplessly and said, and then motioned to the old servant beside him to carry himself away, and the four black-clothed swordsmen who were specially responsible for carrying the chaise longue carried Dongfang Jue inside.

These four black-clothed swordsmen were arranged by Dongfang Jue not long ago, saying that in the future, only these four people would be responsible for the lifting of the chaise longue, and they didn't know where they came from, and even the other two valley masters didn't know, and Dongfang Xian saw them for the first time today.

"Master!" Seeing that Dongfang was about to leave, Dongfang Bai, who was standing on the side, couldn't help but shout, he hoped that Master could say something, when had Fengyue Valley suffered such a big humiliation, if he didn't fight back, he wouldn't be able to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future.

"Do what you want, but no one is allowed to go to the Phantom City again, and those who violate the order will be expelled from the division. Dongfang never stopped, did not look back, just said slowly, and then was carried into the house.

He knew that his other two apprentices would definitely take revenge, the three of them grew up together, although sometimes they contradicted each other, but they were always united when facing outsiders. The feud between Fengyue Valley and Blood Knife Wuxin is completely settled, and he just hopes to minimize the possible consequences of this grudge.

Looking at Dongfang Xian, who was lying on the stretcher like ashes, Dongfang Bai and Dongfang Qi glanced at each other, and walked out in unison......

It's a day to be happy, and it's a day to be sad, but the happy time always flies by, and it's coming to an end before you have time to prepare, and the sad time seems to always pass by minute by minute, and it always seems so long.

The same is true for parting, when you know that you are leaving, you start to feel lost very early, and you silently count the time in your heart, but you hope that it will come later, but you are obviously suffering in your heart. Seeing that the day of parting is coming, he has never been able to speak.

Under the cover of night, a figure stood quietly at the door of the hall of the small building in the backyard of the Phantom Sound Pavilion, looking at everything familiar in front of him, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes, without a trace of sleepiness, and his mood could not be calm for a long time. From the lonely figure, it can be seen that it is unintentional.

Just today, he received a letter from the capital, the letter was sent from the six gates, and the content of the letter was that Zhan Ying had found out about the Xianwang Mansion. When he received this letter, he knew that he should leave, although he didn't say it, and everyone didn't ask, but they both knew it.

Tonight, they finally made up for the meal they missed that night, Ruyi's craftsmanship was really good, and everyone ate happily, but it seemed that everyone was hiding their hearts, but in the end no one said it. After they had eaten and drunk, everyone went back to their rooms, except for Wuxin, who sneaked out because he couldn't sleep, wanting to see everything again, because every time he left, he didn't know if he could come back.

At this moment, a figure gently walked down the stairs and slowly walked towards Wuxin. Unintentionally heard the movement behind him, he didn't look back, he knew who was coming, it was so late, maybe it was only her who had difficulty sleeping, Ruyi.

"I'm leaving tomorrow morning, why haven't I rested yet?" Looking at the lonely and tall back in front of him, Ruyi asked slowly, and then walked to Wuxin's side and stood side by side.

Wuxin shook his head and said lightly: "It's nothing, I can't sleep and go out for a walk." It seems that he has already answered, but in fact, he has not said the real reason hidden in his heart.

"If it's because you can't bear to be here, then go early and come back early, it's not that you won't come back, we will wait for you to come back, no matter how long. A smile appeared on the corner of Ruyi's mouth, and she said softly, this is what she has been telling herself in her heart.

Listening to Ruyi's words, Wuxin also showed a faint smile, and the haze hidden in his heart gradually dissipated, and he felt a lot more relaxed. In fact, they both knew what was going on in each other's minds, but they didn't say it. There are some things that you don't have to say with your mouth, just feel them with your heart.

"Good. Wuxin brewed for a long time, and finally said. Although it is only a short word, this word represents everything, it is a reply, but also a promise.

Ruyi nodded, memorized the word in his heart, and then said with a smile: "Okay, hurry up and go back to rest, it's late." ”

Wuxin nodded, turned around and walked upstairs, his mood finally calming down. He secretly made up his mind that no matter what he encountered in the future, he would never put Ruyi in any danger again.

Looking at the back of Wuxin slowly walking towards the stairs, Ruyi had a smile on the corner of his mouth, hiding the reluctance in his eyes, and began to pray secretly in his heart, praying that Wuxin would be safe all the way. She didn't dare to ask for too much, she just hoped that it was enough to be safe and sound.

Early the next morning, Wuxin said goodbye to Ruyi and the others, and went on the road again alone, temporarily bidding farewell to this reluctant city and the reluctant people in the city.

The letter sent by Zhan Ying mentioned that under the secret investigation of the Six Gates, it was discovered that Gong Jiu would go to Yanmen Pass in the near future to visit the Yanmen Palace, but the imperial court did not issue a relevant will, which made Zhan Ying suspicious, so he hoped to go and find out.

I didn't expect Zhan Ying to find a suspicious clue about the Xianwang Mansion so quickly, but Wuxin couldn't figure out what connection this had with Red Feather, but since he had an agreement with Zhan Ying, Wuxin had to investigate, maybe he could find some other clues.

Yanmen Pass, is an important border fortress of today's imperial court, stationed heavy troops all the year round, because it is mostly high mountains and mountains, desolate Gobi, so perennial wind and sand disturbance, the climate is changeable. People inside the customs do not come here if they have nothing to do, but some merchants often wander between the inside and outside of the customs.

Longmen Town, is the closest town to Yanmen Pass, and it is also a place where merchants from all walks of life come and go, although it is not as prosperous as most places in the Guan, but there is no lack of lively times.

A teahouse, opened in a relatively remote corner of Longmen Town, although it is not big, but there are not many customers, most of them are some merchants who come and go. In this desolate and backward place, it is not bad to be able to drink a sip of hot tea, at least to withstand the cold that is different from that of Kannai.

In a corner of the teahouse, there was a person sitting, drinking tea with his head down, the brim of his hat was pressed very low, so that people could not see his face clearly, but no one cared, in this kind of place, many people will wrap themselves in three layers and three layers outside, otherwise their cheeks will soon be as rough as the mountain by Yanmen Pass.

The owner of the teahouse, an old man in his fifties, was busy in the back, greeting guests while tending to the tea boiling on the stove and some local snacks. His attention is on his own business, and he rarely stays on the customer for too long, just keeping an eye on the table in front of the customer to see when he can sell a little more of his stuff.

"Boss, I'm asking you something. The guest sitting in the corner with a low brim greeted the teahouse owner and said slowly.

The teahouse owner walked over, looked up and down at the pale guest with a foreign accent, wrapped in a black cloak, and a pitch-black knife in his hand, and replied slowly: "Guest, you say." He didn't pay much attention to the strangely dressed guest, he had probably seen so many people over the years, and nothing could make him feel strange.

And this strangely dressed guest, it was the unintentional rush here non-stop, Zhan Ying's letter said that Gong Jiu would go to the Yanmen Palace in the near future, but he did not specify what day it was, in order not to delay the time, he rushed to the vicinity of Yanmen Pass without stopping after leaving the Phantom City.

"How to get to the Yanmen Palace?" Wuxin looked at the teahouse owner and asked lightly.

Hearing Wuxin's question, the teahouse owner showed a hint of curiosity, looked up and down again, and said slowly: "Out of this town, go all the way south, and you can see a barracks fifty miles away, and the palace is in that barracks." ”

Wuxin nodded, took out a certain amount of broken silver, handed it to the boss, and asked for a few snacks. The boss happily took the silver, and quickly served a few more plates of special snacks for Wuxin, with a smile on his face. For the boss who opens the door to welcome customers, meeting a generous guest is the happiest thing.

However, the teahouse owner also had a trace of doubt in his heart, this seemingly generous guest did not look like a person in the court or the army, and he didn't know what he was doing in the Yanmen Palace.

Touching the ingot of silver that had been carried in his arms, he hesitated for a moment, but said slowly: "But outsiders better not go there, it is a forbidden place, if there is no person in the barracks to lead the way, all those who approach will be regarded as spies, the light ones will be put into prison, and the heavy ones will be corrected on the spot." Although he was curious about the identity of this guest, for the sake of the ingot of silver in his arms, he thought it would be better to remind this guest.

Wuxin nodded, not paying attention. However, what the teahouse owner didn't know was that Wuxin not only planned to get closer, but also planned to sneak in to investigate and see if Gong Jiu had arrived, and he had to enter the palace as much as possible before Gong Jiu arrived to familiarize himself with it, so as to save any unnecessary trouble.

The streets outside the teahouse are full of caravans coming and going, and the slightly narrow streets are crowded and a little crowded.

At this moment, a caravan stopped outside the door of the teahouse, a total of a dozen people, driving two carriages, the carriages did not know what goods were pulling, and they were full. A dozen people stepped out of the crowded carriage and into the teahouse.

When the teahouse owner saw so many people coming at once, his happy mouth was almost closed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, serving tea and pouring water, and shouting for warmth, as if he had seen the silver flowing into his pocket.

Because there were so many people in the small teahouse at once, it seemed a little noisy for a while, and Wuxin, who was sitting in the corner, glanced over there unintentionally, but suddenly frowned, and couldn't help but look at the caravan that was already sitting in the teahouse, with a hint of doubt on his face.

Just as he unintentionally looked out, he vaguely saw a star shining on the horse parked at the door, and his intuition told him that there seemed to be a weapon hidden on the carriage......