In a person's life, he will always experience a lot of things, pass through many places, meet many people, and these people and things will become memories, although they will not be easily mentioned again, but they will never be forgotten. Some experiences may imply some kind of pain and some regrets, but they don't regret what they have gone through, and without those bits and pieces of the past, they will not achieve their future and current self.

It's been three days, and Wuxin still hasn't come out of the pure land secret room on the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple. No regrets had already given the order, and no one was to disturb him, and he seemed to have seen a trace of exhaustion that was deliberately hidden when he came back.

Wudang head Aoki and martial arts alliance leader Murong Qianhe have also left Shaolin two days ago and returned to where they should go. Wu regret deliberately arranged the "shadow" and others to a quieter courtyard in the temple, and in addition to letting the disciples send some food and tea on time, it was also forbidden for others to disturb.

Everything seemed to have suddenly become quiet, and nothing happened in the Shaolin Temple in the next two days, and the people of Red Feather did not come to retaliate, and the rivers and lakes seemed to have suddenly calmed down, and they did not hear any bad news. But this kind of calm seems a little unusual, it always makes people feel uneasy, and always feel that something is going to happen.

Another three days passed, and Wuxin still didn't come out of the secret room, but some people had begun to sit still and began to worry about whether something had happened to Wuxin.

On this day, Leng found Master Wuxian and claimed that he wanted to go to the secret room in the back mountain to have a look, because he was worried that something might happen to Wuxin, and he was a little relieved.

Wu regret looked at the solemn expression in front of him, thought for a while, and said slowly: "The poor monk thinks that nothing should happen to the unintentional donor, maybe because he hasn't thought through some things clearly, let's be patient, besides, Shaoxia specially emphasized when he went in, and he didn't want anyone to disturb him." ”

"But ......" looked at the Master of No Regrets coldly, and stopped talking a little. On the way back, he also sensed that there was something wrong with Wuxin's body, but he didn't ask much, and he didn't know how to explain to Wuxin at this time.

A peaceful smile appeared on the face of the Master of No Regrets, and he said slowly: "Don't worry, nothing will happen, give him a little time." He seemed to be able to feel that he was carrying too many things on his body, too many things that should not have been borne by him at his age.

People seem to have gotten used to his strength and his coldness, but they ignore one point, he is just a teenager who has just become an adult, but because of his different experience, he has a different childhood, so he has the bloody knife that now makes the rivers and lakes and red frightening Red Feather.

At this moment, a Shaolin disciple walked in quickly, bowed his head to Master Wuregret and said, "Master Abbot, it seems that the unintentional benefactor is about to come out." ”

Hearing the words of this Shaolin disciple, Leng turned around and rushed out as if he had heard the biggest surprise in the world, and went straight to the back mountain, like a gust of wind, it seemed that he was really worried.

The Master of No Regrets looked at the cold that rushed out like the wind, shook his head, slowly stood up, and also walked towards the back mountain, ready to meet him in person.

Soon, Master Leng and Wu Regret had already rushed to the secret room in the back mountain, and happened to see Wuxin who had just come out of the secret room. I couldn't help but show a hint of joy on my face at the same time.

Wuxin, who came out of the secret room, stretched his waist, raised his head, slowly closed his eyes, opened his arms, and breathed in the fresh air outside, the tiredness on his face had already disappeared, but with a trace of relaxation that could not be concealed.

These days, he thinks a lot in it, thinks about the past, thinks about the present, and even thinks about the future, and thinks about all the messy troubles and fatigue in his heart. It was a good place, and it calmed him down more than the place he had in the Stream of the Dead.

Leng Jian walked a few steps, came to Wuxin's face, hugged his fists and said, "Young Master!" looked a little emotional, although he covered his face and couldn't see the expression on his face, but from the tone of his voice, he was very happy to see Wuxin finally come out.

Wuxin looked at Leng Xin, nodded, and said lightly: "How is the injury?" Have you taken everyone to study the knife book I handed you over?"

Leng nodded heavily, which counted as an answer. These days, while he was healing, he took the rest of the people to seriously study the Qin family's knife technique that he had unintentionally handed over to them, and it could be said that he benefited a lot.

Master No Regrets looked at Wuxin who had reappeared in front of him, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, but then he smiled and nodded. He could see that the Wuxin at this time was completely different from the Wuxin when he first returned to Shaolin, there was more calmness and calmness in his expression, and his eyes were more determined, which was a good thing.

Wuxin also looked at Master Wuxin at this time, so he walked in front of Master Wuregret, hugged his fists, and said lightly: "Thank you Master for providing me with this quiet place, so that I don't want to come out a little." ”

Master Wuregret smiled, folded his hands, replied to Wuxin, and said slowly: "Shaoxia's words are serious, it's just a clean place, compared to what Shaoxia did for Shaolin, it's really not worth mentioning." ”

Wuxin smiled and didn't speak. There is no need to say too much politely, this trip to Shaolin can be said to be worthwhile, not only made a friend of Shaolin, but also personally felt this holy place of Buddhism, it can be said that it has benefited a lot, many things have been opened in the past few days, so that his heart that had become heavy has finally calmed down, a little suddenly enlightened.

In fact, there are many things, not only good and evil, right and wrong, when a thing happens, there must be a reason for it to happen, no matter what the reason is, it will naturally happen when it should happen, even if it is prevented, it is just to let it happen in another way. The most important thing is that people learn how to deal with these things after they happen.

After two days of long talks with Master Wuxin, Wuxin said goodbye to Wuregret and planned to leave. He promised Dongfang Bai that he would go to Dragon City to go to Dongfang Jue Appointment, and after counting the days, it was almost time to go. Although he only regarded it as a tacit acquiescence and did not say yes, since Dongfang Jue wanted to meet him in Dragon City, there must be something important.

So, Wuxin and Leng drove the carriage in the direction of Dragon City, and the other "shadow" members didn't know where they went, maybe they were themselves again, and became a veritable shadow of Wuxin.

When I mentioned Dragon City, I unintentionally thought of the person who was not a friend, but was better than a friend, Xia Haitang. Although he and Xia Haitang did not have a deep relationship, at the most critical moment, Xia Haitang sacrificed his life to save him once and paid for his life. Thinking of these, there will always be a trace of regret in my heart.

The carriage was running all the way, as if it was tireless, but compared with the hurry when it came, it was already stable at this time, and it was time to rest along the way, although Shaolin was still a short distance from Dragon City, but there was still plenty of time, so the two of them stopped and stopped along the way, and they were getting closer and closer to Dragon City.

Dragon City is still the same, nothing has changed, but the people on the street seem to be less cramped and cautious than before, maybe because of the gradual decline of the Snake Gang. Since Xia Haitang's death, the Snake Gang has gradually faded out of people's sight, and is no longer as prosperous as before.

A carriage slowly drove into Dragon City, driven by a man wearing a hat and tightly wrapped in black clothes. Seeing the appearance of this carriage, pedestrians on the street looked sideways from time to time, with a curious face. It was not the carriage that they were curious about, but the people who drove it.

This carriage is the carriage from Shaolin, and the person driving the carriage is cold, and the person sitting in the carriage is naturally unintentional.

The curtain on one side of the carriage was slowly lifted from the inside, revealing Wuxin's face as pale as snow, and his brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was remembering something.

Through the car window, I looked at the familiar street in front of me, but my mood was no longer the same as when I came before. He'd been here more than once, but it seemed like he had encountered something here every time, and every time it seemed like there was a connection with Red Feather. Although this time it wasn't for Red Feather, Fengyue Valley was easier to deal with than Red Feather.

The carriage slowly drove into a narrow alley, and kept moving slowly through the alley. It seems that there has never been a carriage here, and a few passers-by who occasionally meet see a carriage suddenly come in, they are all surprised, and they all retreat to the side, clinging to the wall, almost brushing against the carriage, and can't help but complain.

Ignoring the complaints of those passers-by, he reminded Leng how to go next, although he hadn't been here for a long time, he still seemed to remember it very clearly, and he hadn't forgotten the labyrinthine road that he had walked more than once.

After a while, the carriage came to the door of a house, and with a neigh, it slowly stopped, as if it had reached its destination.

The two guards at the door couldn't help frowning when they saw the carriage that suddenly stopped at the door, and their faces showed a look of vigilance, it seemed that the carriage had never been in here, and the people who drove the carriage did not look like ordinary people.

At this moment, a man got out of the carriage, a man wrapped in a black cloak, holding a knife as black as ink in his hand, and was looking up at the door of the house, his face as pale as snow seemed to have a slight struggle. Exactly unintentional.

Seeing Wuxin who got out of the car, the two guards guarding the door were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and then one of them turned around and walked inside, and the other person who was left behind slowly walked down the steps and came to Wuxin's body.

"Heartless young man, why are you here?" the guard asked slowly, he had recognized Wuxin, but his attitude was not so kind.

Wuxin paused, and said lightly: "I want to come and see the Xia Hall Master." The tone was calm, but it was difficult to hide a hint of regret.

"Isn't the hall master already dying to save the young man? what else is there to see?" Hearing Wuxin's words, the guard couldn't help but sneer, pouted and said, his attitude seemed to be getting worse and worse.

"Shut up!" a big man stepped out of the room, glaring at the guard and yelling. This person is none other than the personal guard Xia Haitang once had.

Seeing this big man unintentionally, he nodded lightly, did not speak, and simply said hello.

"Since everyone is dead, what else is there to see, you better go. Dahan looked at Wuxin and said slowly, his voice was a little stiff, and his face was expressionless.

Hearing Dahan's words, Leng who was standing next to Wuxin couldn't listen anymore, his hand holding the knife tightened, and he was about to walk towards Dahan, but he was stopped by Wuxin reaching out his hand, maybe he didn't understand why the people here were so indifferent to Wuxin, and even ignored it.

"It's because the person is no longer there that I have to come and take a look, and I hope that Brother Tai will fulfill this little bit of heart. Wuxin hugged his fist at the big man and said slowly, not angry at what the guard and the big man said just now, because he knew why they were so indifferent to him. The people of the Snake Gang have always felt that Xia Haitang's death was due to unintentionality.

Dahan frowned, hesitated for a moment, glanced at Leng next to Wuxin, and said coldly: "Only you can come in." With that, he walked inside.

Wuxin gestured to Leng on the side, and then slowly walked in behind the big man......