Everything always has a cause and effect, and only with a cause can there be results. The result of an event and what a person does is not formed suddenly, there are always many reasons. Do more good and less evil, because perhaps in a few years, or even decades, the fruits of what you do today will come to you.

Unintentionally lifted Zhongbo's body, desperately transporting his true qi into Zhongbo's body, hoping to keep Zhongbo alive in this way, even if it was a moment longer. Although Uncle Zhong said that it was to repay his father's kindness, Wuxin didn't take it for granted, he was very grateful, and he didn't want Uncle Zhong to die like this, it wasn't his fault in the first place.

"Don't waste your skills anymore, the people of Plum Blossom Villa may chase you at any time, don't let me, an old man, drag you down. I can't do it anymore, and I can't end it all before I die, and I'm blind. Uncle Zhong squeezed out a smile with difficulty, turned his head to look at the anxious Wuxin and said.

Maybe the next second he will close his eyes and leave this world, but there is no trace of fear in his eyes, on the contrary, there is a look of relief, he has no love, death is already a relief for him, he no longer wants to send people under the fence to steal his life.

Unintentionally ignored Zhongbo's words, and still worked hard to continue his life for Zhongbo, although he didn't know how useful this would be, but he didn't want to give up. He had forgotten to ask the questions in his heart to Uncle Zhongbo, because now Uncle Zhongbo's life and death are the most important things.

Zhongbo shook his head helplessly, and said weakly: "In fact, the news from the Plum Blossom Villa is all for their ulterior secrets, they just use a hundred taels of gold as bait, let the masters of the rivers and lakes come to compete, and if they can fight, they will surrender, and those who can't beat will win more and less, and then coerce and lure, let these people use them for their use, and train them secretly, so no one has ever walked out of Plum Blossom Villa, just because of this, the martial arts of the people who come are getting higher and higher, and their power is getting bigger and bigger...... Ahem....... ahem......"

As he spoke, Uncle Zhong began to cough violently, and couldn't help but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood in his mouth, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted: "But those people will always disappear overnight, I don't know where they went, and then they will start to absorb the next batch, until you appear, you are the only one who comes out of it alive, and those heroes who are unwilling to join them have long been brutally killed by them by their indiscriminate means." ”

Uncle Zhong said too much in one breath, so that the blood in his body flowed faster, almost exhausted, his face was pale, white and scary, his eyes had begun to dilate, confused, but he still insisted desperately, as if there was still a lot to say.

Wuxin frowned, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't say it, calm your breath and adjust your breathing, otherwise you will die!"

Zhongbo grinned, smiled very comfortingly, very content, although the corners of his grinning mouth continued to flow blood downward, but he felt lucky to be so cared for by people before he died, he had not been seen as a human for a long time, at this moment, he was no longer a walking corpse.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Zhongbo spoke again: "Child, go quickly, Plum Blossom Villa is not as simple as you think, they won't let you go easily, leave me alone, run away, be a bright and upright hero like your father, don't think about revenge, live well..."

He knows the strength of Plum Blossom Villa, and he knows their methods, and he doesn't want to face it alone, it is almost a life of death, even his father did not escape the pursuit of the other party, let alone such a teenager as Wuxin.

The more he listened to Uncle Zhong's words, the more he didn't want Uncle Zhong to die like this, and even began to blame himself, if it wasn't for his carelessness, Uncle Zhong might not have died, why did the person who his father let go of twenty years ago die for himself today, is it fate? Or is it all arranged in the dark?

Suddenly, Wuxin found that Zhongbo was not moving, and he didn't speak, but sat there quietly, motionless, and his head lowered. So he gently patted Zhongbo's back in the back, but Zhongbo didn't react.

I didn't know that Zhongbo was dead. Slowly put down the hand that transported the true qi, and his heart was full of mixed feelings, as if he had lost the most important thing, and his mind could not be calmed for a long time.

Wuxin couldn't help but take two steps back, closed his eyes, and breathed heavily. After standing for a long time, he finally walked in front of Zhongbo, slowly lowered his body, and smoothed Zhongbo's eyes that had not yet closed.

I didn't want to see that Uncle Zhong was laughing, just a second before he died, he was still laughing, maybe he thought that choosing such a way to die would be the best ending for him, and he could go on the road with peace of mind, at least there would be no more imps to stop him when he crossed the Nai He Bridge.

Suddenly, I unintentionally noticed that a person was standing at the door of the kitchen looking at this side, and looked up sharply, only to find that it was the beggar hiding in the corner during the day, and he hadn't noticed it for so long.

Unintentionally, the beggar's dirty hands were clutching the refreshments he had found in the back kitchen of the teahouse, which had been crushed by him, and the foam was squeezed out of his fingers and scattered all over the ground.

The beggar stared closely at Zhongbo lying on the table, suddenly ran over with a scream, and suddenly pounced on Zhongbo's body, constantly shaking Zhongbo's body, and kept shouting something from his mouth, as if he wanted Zhongbo to open his eyes and look at him. But no matter how he swayed, Zhongbo always closed his eyes tightly, how could the dead come back to life.

It turned out that the beggar was a mute, because he shouted words that he barely knew himself, only a series of wails of woo-woo-woo-wah.

A piece of refreshment from Zhongbo captured the beggar's heart, and perhaps this is why the beggar is struggling so much now. I probably thought the tea was delicious, so I sneaked into the teahouse at night and wanted to eat it secretly. I don't know if the teahouse owner and Xiao Er were dead when he came, but it doesn't matter, in short, he is not a murderer, and he doesn't know the murderer, just a hungry beggar.

Unintentionally, the beggar hugged Zhongbo's body and walked out of the teahouse, then turned his head to look at the boss and Xiao Er who were helped by him to sit at the counter, as well as the table where Zhongbo had last been lying before he died, turned around and walked out, and by the way, he threw a torch that had already been lit in his hand on the counter, he was going to burn here, destroy this place that exuded blood everywhere, and let the teahouse owner take away his life's work.

In a small forest outside the city of Gusu, I watched unintentionally as the beggar put the body of Zhongbo into a dug grave, then sprinkled with soil and buried it slowly.

A simple grave, but it is enough for Zhongbo, it is estimated that he would not think that after his death, someone would collect his body and bury it, he has no regrets.

Wuxin used a knife to chop off a piece of wood and split it into a tombstone, which was the first time he had used a knife to do anything other than killing. He didn't know what Zhongbo's surname was, what was his name, he only knew that his name was Zhongbo, but this original stranger who didn't know his name saved himself at the most critical time.

He didn't write the word Zhongbo, because he didn't know if Meihua Villa would destroy Zhongbo's tomb in the future, he thought that a simple word "loyalty" was enough to represent Zhongbo, but at the last moment of death, he was no longer loyal to his master's guard, the old man who beat the watch, but loyal to his heart, loyal to the love owed twenty years ago.

The mute beggar was still crying, as if he had lost the person dearest in the world, just because when he was blinded by the world and was about to starve to death, Zhongbo appeared, and then gave him a refreshment that might be more important to him than life, it was not charity, it was a gift, so that the beggar understood that he was still alive, and some people regarded him as a human being.

I didn't think to myself, maybe when Uncle Zhong handed out the refreshments, he also felt that this beggar was the same person as himself, he was cold-eyed, sent under the fence, and lived without dignity. Thinking of this, Wuxin finally understood why Zhongbo would do that at that time.

Unintentionally beckoned to the mute, and handed over all the remaining silver in his arms. He himself didn't know why, but today he seemed to be very merciful, and the compassion that he swore not to act recklessly was uncontrollable at this time, maybe it was all because of Zhongbo, that strange but unusually familiar old man.

The beggar didn't understand what Wuxin meant, and looked at Wuxin with two teary eyes, and didn't take the money and turn around and slip away like most beggars, for fear that the person who gave the money would regret it.

"Take the money, find a place that no one knows, start over, and hope that you will also be a good person for the refreshments he gave you. Wuxin said, looking at the grave of Zhongbo. He felt that the beggar, like the loyal uncle, was the kind of person who knew how to repay the kindness, and the beggar buried the loyal uncle with his own hands for a refreshment, so he deserved to accept the silver.

The beggar took the silver, looked at Wuxin gratefully, nodded heavily, knelt in front of Zhongbo's grave and kowtowed a few times, then turned around and left, leaving the grove and leaving Gusu City. Maybe one day he will come back and come back to see the old man who had given him life-saving food that he had buried with his own hands.

Looking at the back of the beggar leaving, looking at the lonely grave of Uncle Zhong, he sighed unintentionally to the sky, and was unwilling to leave for a long time. Uncle Zhong, the owner of the teahouse, Xiao Er, these originally strangers all died because of themselves, whether directly or indirectly, in short, they are inseparable from themselves, and the cause of all this is Plum Blossom Villa, or it can be said that Red Feather.

Now he was 100% sure that Plum Blossom Villa was Red Feather's secret stronghold, or it could be called a base for cultivating killers, and those killers who hunted down themselves everywhere or assassinated others were recruited and cultivated from here.

He believed that his father was not only tracked down by Red Feather's important person, but also discovered this place that later became a secret base, so he was hunted down all the way and finally intercepted in the stream of the dead.

Now, he felt that he had to do something, for his father, for his uncle, for the owner of the teahouse and for the second child, and even for the sake of all living beings like mute beggars.

He wasn't a hero, never was, and he never wanted to be a hero, he just felt that he should do something to be worthy of his father and his conscience.

The sky has gradually brightened, and the sky can already be vaguely seen that the rising sun is trying to climb out and shine on this land again, whether this land is good or evil, it wants to bring its warmth to this land, warm every corner it can shine.

At the door of the Plum Blossom Villa, the guards paced back and forth sleepily, looking inside through the crack in the door from time to time, as if hoping that the brothers who had changed shifts could come out earlier, so that they could unload the fatigue of the night and have a good rest. From the original two guards, to the current four, after unintentionally making trouble last night, the villa no longer dares to be careless.

Suddenly, a figure slowly walked towards the Plum Blossom Villa, walking very slowly, and the rising sun behind him shone on his body, dragging his shadow for a long time, almost spreading to the steps at the entrance of the villa.

The guards guarding the door also noticed the shadow and saw someone approaching. But they couldn't see the appearance of the people who came, because the dazzling sunlight blocked their vision, and they wanted to wait for the people to get closer to see, what kind of person came to the villa so early in the morning, could it be that the so-called master who was not long-sighted came to compete?

Finally, the visitor walked to the bottom of the steps of the door with the sunlight on his back, and the guard saw the appearance of the visitor and recognized the visitor. Immediately shocked, they pulled out the weapons in their hands one after another, and looked at the people in a panic. Because the person in front of him only came last night, and he was the first person among the people who came to the competition for so long to go out on his own.

The person who came was the unintentional one who returned from outside the city. It was still a black cloak, tightly wrapping the body, still the knife that was all black, still the same unstoppable him.

A person, a knife, is destined to once again break the tranquility behind the curtain that originally ended.

"Tell the people inside that the one who sent him to death is coming. Wuxin lowered his head slightly, held the knife in his hand tightly, and said lightly, his voice was cold, so cold that it could almost freeze the hearts of everyone present......