Killing people is a matter of resentment and even tyranny, no one wants to kill people as a common thing all day long, only those who are really bloodthirsty, thirsty for killing, and take killing as fun will like to do such things, but such people can no longer be called people.

And some people kill people just to keep themselves alive, to live to do what they haven't done, and to live to protect their most important things. In today's rivers and lakes, sometimes if you don't kill others, others will kill you, there is no reason at all, the only thing you can do is to aim the knife at those who should be killed, and try to have a clear conscience.

With the sound of a heavy corpse falling to the ground, the killing was over once again. Master Huiyin died, under the killing move that he was most proud of, and he couldn't dodge the knife that seemed to be unintentional after all. Maybe he has no regrets, but at the moment before he died, he was still feeling that he had offended someone who should not be offended.

On his chest, a deep knife mark appeared on it, and blood slowly flowed out, soaking his clothes and flowing to the ground, enveloping him all over. His eyes didn't close until he died, just staring quietly at the crimson moon in the air like a bloody moon, his pupils gradually dilated.

Feeling the silence around him, the gentle evening breeze, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't look back to check if Master Huiyin was really dead, as if he no longer felt important.

Suddenly, a feeling of dizziness hit him, and he couldn't help but shake, and he staggered to one knee on the ground, supporting the ground with a bloody knife. And the hand that was tightly clenched on the blood knife trembled slightly.

"Young master!" With an exclamation, a black figure fell straight down from the courtyard wall and ran to Wuxin's side, which was Leng who went to pursue Blood Ling'er's return.

When he came to Wuxin's side and saw Wuxin covered in blood, he couldn't help frowning, and secretly blamed himself in his heart. Before he chased out, he had already seen Wuxin's blood-red eyes, and knew that Wuxin had started to run wild again, so he thought that the remaining enemies were no longer Wuxin's opponents.

No one knows better than him the strength of the unintentional rampage, so he chased him out decisively. Blood Ling'er's magic voice is too weird and not easy to deal with, if she is allowed to escape today, it will definitely be a big trouble in the future. But Xue Ling'er didn't catch up, and she didn't expect Wuxin to be so seriously injured. Suddenly, I felt that the pursuit just now was a bit too much to lose, and even reckless.

"How is it?" Leng stretched out his hand to help Wuxin up, and asked with concern, a look of self-reproach.

Wuxin slowly stood up, took a deep breath, shook his head, and said lightly, "It's okay." His pale cheeks, which were stained with blood, looked a little tired, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Thank you for saving your life. Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him, a man's voice.

Wuxin slowly turned around, looked in the direction where the voice came from, and found that it was the man who was sick in bed that he had seen in the people's house during the day, only to find that he was also controlled by the magic sound, and actually crawled here from home with both hands, and Wuxin had already seen the rough hands that were grinding blood.

The man was lying on the outskirts of the crowd at this time, with a pair of tearful eyes, looking at Wuxin, his expression was full of gratitude. He crawled in, so he was the last to come and the least injured.

Among those who were attracted by the magic sound, many of them had already died under the magic sound just now, and only a few survived, but at this time they were already curled up on the ground, not daring to move.

"Don't thank me, I didn't kill them for you in the first place. Wuxin glanced at the other survivors who were curled up on the ground, and said lightly.

The man showed a smile on his face, looked at the neighbors who had already been frightened, and said loudly: "Don't hide, why don't you hurry up and thank Engong!?"

As the words fell, the people who were huddled on the ground finally raised their heads slowly, and then they saw that there was blood all around except for the corpses, and they turned pale with fright, and quickly lowered their heads again, regardless of whether they saw who the benefactor they wanted to thank was, they kowtowed vigorously, and said incoherently all the words of thanks they could think of at that time.

"Let them carry you back. Wuxin ignored the frightened people who kowtowed vigorously, but looked at the man lying on the ground and said lightly. He didn't think these people deserved pity, it was because they were so cowardly that they would be confused by the Magic Flute, otherwise there would not have been so many people dying in this courtyard.

After listening to the unintentional words, the people who were curled up on the ground did not wait for the man to speak, so they took the initiative to get up, ran to the man's side, and rushed to the man's side to help the man to walk out of the courtyard in a panic, and did not look back again from beginning to end, and did not understand what his benefactor looked like until the end.

Watching the people gradually leave, he unintentionally glanced at Leng and raised his head in the direction of Master Huiyin. said lightly: "The scriptures are in his arms." ”

Leng listened to Wuxin's words, walked quickly to Master Huiyin, who had been breathing for a long time, bent down and groped out a blood-stained scripture from his blood-stained arms, with a golden cover and a few words written on it: Dharma Diamond Sutra.

Wuxin looked at the scripture that Leng handed to him, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, because this scripture caused a lot of turmoil, I don't know if the culprit is this scripture, or the enemy who wants his life all the time hiding in the dark.

He didn't take another look, didn't have any nostalgia, didn't want to raise his legs and walked outside, he didn't want to stay here for a moment. He is not a person who likes to kill, and he is even a little disgusted, but if he doesn't kill people, then someone will kill him, but he can't die yet, he has to live, since he wants to live, he must go through these things that he doesn't want to experience, and he can't escape it.

A person who is unwilling to kill, but has the ability to take people's lives with a flick of his fingers, I don't know if this is a trick of fate or a kind of ridiculous in disguise.

Most of the red candles in the courtyard have been extinguished, and the flickering candlelight is also a little dim, the evening breeze caresses every undead body here, blowing pools of blood that have not yet dried up, and the air is filled with a faint smell of blood, like a symbol of death, blowing outside the courtyard, blowing into the air, blowing to every corner full of strife......

Suddenly, Wuxin, who walked to the door, stopped, and looked coldly at the street standing outside the courtyard, his blood-red eyes had not yet recovered as before, and the murderous aura that gradually dissipated condensed again, and he tightly grasped the blood knife that had already been sheathed, and his eyes were cold.

On the street, there was a person standing, a man dressed in a white robe, holding a sword in his hand, looking coldly at Wuxin who came out of the courtyard.

This person is none other than an acquaintance he met on the street during the day, the master of the three valleys of Fengyue Valley, Dongfang Bai, a familiar enemy.

Seeing Dongfang Bai blocking the street at the door, Leng did not hesitate, took a step across, blocked in front of Wuxin, his hand was already on the handle of the long knife, and he was about to draw the knife.

"Don't get excited, I'm not here to fight this time. Dongfang Bai glanced at Leng who was about to draw his sword, then looked at Wuxin behind Leng and said slowly, with a trace of emotional fluctuations in his tone. The scene where Wuxin killed Master Huiyin just now happened to be watched by him, and even he, a bystander, still had palpitations.

"What do you want?" Wuxin stretched out his hand and gently pushed Leng aside, looked at Dongfang Bai, and asked lightly.

Dongfang Bai glanced at the still slightly weird mansion behind Wuxin, then looked at Wuxin and said: "If I wanted to do it, I would have done it a long time ago, but there are no despicable and shameless villains in Fengyue Valley, and the master has also told us that it is okay to take revenge, but we must not take advantage of the danger of others." ”

It doesn't seem like he was lying, and there is no need to lie. After a pause, he looked at Wuxin and continued: "I came to inform you that I will go to Dragon City in half a month, and my master wants to see you." With that, he turned and walked to the end of the street, not stopping any longer.

"How do you know that I will definitely go?" Wuxin looked at Dongfang Bai's back as he left, and asked lightly.

"Because you're bloody. Dongfang Bai said loudly as he walked, without looking back, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

Wuxin looked at the direction in which Dongfang Xian disappeared, raised his head and looked at the bright moon that seemed to be suddenly dim, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Yes, because he is a bloody knife without a heart, there is no place in the world where a bloody knife and no heart dare not go, and there is no person who does not dare to see a bloody knife. Is this a kind of ignorance of life or death, or a compliment, I don't know a little unintentionally......

A brisk carriage, taking advantage of the night, drove out of Changle Town, heading in the direction of Shaolin Temple, dusty along the way, as if there was no intention of stopping.

The driver was dressed in black, wrapped his body tightly, and kept waving his whip in his hand, as if he was afraid that the horse would be lazy. He wore a hat on his head, which was pressed very low, but he could still see the face hidden under the hat through the moonlight, a pair of eyes to be exact. Because his head was covered with a black cloth, he couldn't see his face at all, and he could only see a pair of sharp and cold eyes exposed. It's none other than cold. In the carriage behind him, you can imagine who is sitting.

"Young master, how are you?" Leng drove the carriage and asked as he turned back to the carriage, with a hint of worry in his tone.

After a while, a voice came from the carriage: "It's okay. Although it was an answer, it was only two simple words.

In the carriage, Wuxin leaned lightly on the carriage, closed his eyes, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and hugged the blood knife that had just drunk blood. In fact, his injuries were not as serious as they seemed on the surface, but because he was so tired, he felt tired all over his body, so tired that he didn't even bother to say anything superfluous.

Originally, they didn't need to rush back to Shaolin in such a hurry, but both of them were worried about the rest of the "shadow" members in their hearts, worried that after they left Shaolin, Red Feather would take the opportunity to attack Shaolin, so even if they let them rest for a day before leaving, they didn't have the heart, so they hurried overnight.

It is a kind of luck to be cared for, I don't know if they are on the road at the moment, if someone is secretly worrying about them and praying for them......

Two days later, a horse-drawn carriage drove into Shaolin Mountain and came to the gate of Shaolin Temple. In a burst of neighing, the carriage came to a sudden stop, and the two front hooves involuntarily lifted into the air, as if they were about to step on the air and go straight to the sky.

Master Wuregret, the abbot of Shaolin who was deliberating in the Daxiong Treasure Hall, the first master without eyebrows in the Dharma Academy, as well as the head of Wudang Aoki and the leader of the Wulin League, Murong Qianhe, heard the news from the front, almost jumped up directly from the chair, and walked out of the door one after another, intending to go to the temple gate to greet them together.

can let these four well-known figures in today's martial arts go out to greet them in person, I am afraid that there will not be a second person in the world. This person, of course, is unintentional, he has already rushed back to Shaolin.

In fact, the matter that a few people just discussed was about finding Wuxin's whereabouts, and the time for Wuxin to leave was not short, and everyone was already worried, and they planned to send someone out to find it, but they didn't expect that Wuxin had already rushed back by himself at this time......