Some people chase fame and fortune all their lives, but in the end, they often end up empty, but some people obviously want to be incognito, but they are destined to be known to the world. These are two extremes, destined to be two different paths, and destined to be different endings. Sometimes, the more you want something, the farther away you are. The best solution is to do your own thing, not to be happy with things, not to be sad about yourself.

At the moment when Hu Yan fell down, everyone present was silent, no one spoke, no one moved, each stood in place, looking at several corpses lying on the ground, frowning. Perhaps it was lamenting the shocking punch of the dragon crescent moon and mourning for the dead, because too many people gave their lives for this ridiculous rebellion.

The people of Fengyue Valley carried Dongfang Xian's body to Dongfang Jue's side, so that the master and apprentice could meet again one last time, but it was a pity that the two had already been separated by yin and yang, and they were silent with each other. Dongfang Jue looked at the apprentice who had been breathing for a long time, and suddenly felt a trace of regret in his heart, regretting that he should not let Dongfang Xian return to the enemy's camp again, and regretting participating in this damn war.

Looking at Dongfang Jue's sad expression, there was a trace of depression in his unintentional mood, it seemed that those who died were all for justice and to defend the righteous path, but in fact, a large part of the reason was because of him, if he hadn't planned all this, maybe so many people would not have been involved, and so many people would not have died in vain.

When he thought of this, Wuxin suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, and couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood. Several heavy blows in succession have already injured his internal organs, but he has been forcibly suppressing it with his strength, and as soon as he relaxes a little at this moment, his chest is immediately like a river overturning.

"Are you okay?" Ruyi saw Wuxin suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, hurriedly rushed to Wuxin's side, and asked with concern. His brows furrowed slightly, and there was a solemn look of worry on his face.

Wuxin shook his head slightly, looked at Ruyi affirmatively, and signaled that he was fine. Then she turned to look at Murong Xue who was sitting in the corner, and suddenly Murong Xue, who became extremely silent, saw that in her arms, she was hugging her deceased father, letting her father's blood stain her clothes red, and no longer paying attention to anything around her.

After hesitating for a moment, he walked towards Murong Xue slowly, he felt that he should at least say something, even if it was just a few pale words of comfort. After all, Murong Qianhe's death was inseparable from him, and it was one of his only few friends.

The closer the father and daughter get closer, the heavier the heartless mood becomes, a good family of three, but now only the daughter is left, and the death of the brother and father is somehow related to themselves. Wuxin didn't know what Murong Xue would do next, whether she would impose her father's death on herself again, accumulating on the revenge of killing her brother.

"I'm sorry I didn't protect him. Wuxin walked to Murong Xue's side, looked at Murong Qianhe lying in Murong Xue's arms, and said slowly, saying very sincerely and reproaching himself. Blood Knife rarely said sorry to anyone, because he never felt that he had anything wrong, but today, he suddenly felt as if he was wrong, it was he who ruined Murong Xue's life with his own hands.

Murong Xue didn't raise his head again, didn't talk, but slowly combed his father's slightly messy hair, as well as the brow that didn't spread until he died, he left with worry, maybe because he was worried about his daughter, maybe he was worried about something else, in short, it could be seen that he was walking very unhappy. But what can the living do, it is only to add a deeper pain, after all, people cannot be resurrected from death, and everything can no longer be changed.

"It was I who killed him, it was I, if I hadn't been so willful, if I hadn't joined the enemy's side, maybe things wouldn't have turned out like this, maybe he wouldn't have died. Murong Xue wiped her father's cheek and muttered to herself, unable to hide a trace of pain and remorse between her eyebrows.

"Don't do that, he doesn't want you to be like this, that's not what he gave his life to save you. Wuxin gritted his teeth and said slowly, he didn't want to see Murong Xue like this, because Murong Xue couldn't live like this, and he was likely to do stupid things.

But at this moment, Murong Xue seemed to have no advice to listen to, and was already immersed in boundless pain and remorse. Facing the two people she cares about the most leaving this world one after another, she can't accept it for a while as anyone, not to mention that she is just a girl with a very fragile heart, but she stubbornly puts on a cold coat for herself.

"He shouldn't have saved me, I didn't listen to him so much, he shouldn't have saved me, the damned person should be me, why?Why should I watch him die with my own eyes, watch him leave me!?Why!?" Murong Xue kept shaking her head, repeating the words in her mouth, the more she spoke, the more emotional she became, and then tears rained down, and she could no longer control her broken heart.

Wuxin's lips moved, wanting to say something more, but he found that he was speechless, wanted to do something, but found that suddenly there was nothing he could do.

At this moment, a figure passed by Wuxin, walked to Murong Xue's side, slowly squatted down, gently hugged Murong Xue in his arms, and let Murong Xue in his arms lean on his body and cry bitterly. This person is none other than Ruyi, it seems that she is the only one who can hold Murong Xue into her arms like this.

Wuxin looked at Ruyi, nodded gratefully, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He was very grateful that Ruyi could do this, really, because to be honest, there was a delicate relationship between Ruyi and Murong Xue, and both parties knew that the other party liked Wuxin deeply in their hearts, and it was inevitable that there would always be a trace of jealousy buried in their hearts. And at this moment, two girls who also love a man tightly hugged each other.

The shouts of killing in the distance gradually subsided, and the night sky suddenly wanted to return to its previous calm, so quiet that one almost thought that he was dreaming, as if nothing had ever happened, and everything was gently blown by the night wind, and then drifted away with the wind, leaving nothing behind, leaving only a silent conversation between the living and the dead.

I don't know how long it took, Murong Xue finally stopped crying, but the look on her face could no longer see what she used to be, and she became very lonely and lonely.

After being silent for a long time, Murong Xue finally stood up from the ground, bent down to pick up her father's bones, and walked towards the outside of the big tent, as if she didn't intend to say goodbye to the people present, she just wanted to leave quietly with her father alone.

"Where are you going?" Wuxin looked at Murong Xue who left without looking at him again, and couldn't help but ask, he didn't want Murong Xue to have all his hatred and pain accumulated in his heart, at least he should do something to vent it.

Murong Xue stopped, but she didn't look back, maybe she already felt the need to turn back, maybe she was afraid that she would never be able to turn around again after this turnaround.

"I feel so tired, this is not the life I want," he said, looking down at his father in his arms, and then said, "Maybe it's time to take my father to find a place where no one knows and start over." After speaking, without waiting for unintentional talking, she took another step and walked straight out, all this, she will not stop again.

Looking at Murong Xue, who gradually walked out of the big tent and disappeared into the night, a heartfelt smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, he suddenly felt that after all this, Murong Xue seemed to have grown up, no longer the brutal eldest lady at the beginning, and no longer pretending to be very strong, she had begun to learn to let go slowly, let go of everything she had been entangled in the past.

It's so separated, so abrupt, as if everything came very suddenly, there is no reluctant goodbye, no pulling and pulling. It's good to end like this, really, it's good for him, it's good for her. Maybe after a long time they will meet again again, and at that time, maybe they will try to get acquainted again, two people who met at the wrong time, with regrets, but both with a clear conscience.

At this moment, there was a gradual sound outside the big tent, and the sound of footsteps and conversation came and went. It was back, it was the people who attacked the rebels on the hill who returned, and although it could not be said to be triumphant, it was finally victorious.

After a while, Murong Jue walked into the big tent with the military advisor Wuliang, and also saw the people in the big tent, and saw the dragon robe that was thrown aside. Then he found that the emperor was gone, as if he had disappeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Jue seemed to finally understand a little bit, returned to his senses from surprise, looked at Wuxin who was standing not far away, frowned, and said slowly: "Is it the emperor you pretended?"

Wuxin didn't answer directly, but took out the Qilin talisman from his arms, walked to Murong Jue's side, respectfully handed over the talisman, and then bent down and bowed his head, and said sincerely: "Thank you to the general for believing in the words below, and even more thanks to the general for turning the tide and saving the people and the fire and water." ”

This is unintentional sincerity, if it weren't for the Kirin Army in time, maybe all this would be another ending, and in his plan, the Kirin Army is also a crucial move, if the Kirin Army does not appear, then he will lose the whole game. Luckily, he won the bet.

Murong Jue frowned, and did not take the talisman directly, but carefully looked Wuxin up and down, and was silent for a long time, then slowly stretched out his hand to take the talisman, and then slowly said: "From the first time I heard you speak in Shaolin Temple, I felt that there was something wrong, your voice is very familiar, I didn't expect it to be really you." ”

In fact, when he was in Shaolin Temple, Murong Jue suspected that the emperor was fake, but he didn't dare to be sure, because he hadn't seen the real emperor either, he only recognized it as a unicorn talisman, whoever held the unicorn talisman, who was wearing a dragon robe, was the emperor.

How many people in the world dare to pretend to be the emperor in public? And such a big show was staged. Who can control the world between applause with the power of one person? There is no one before, but there will be those who will come after.

From today onwards, the name of Blood Knife Wuxin is no longer just a legend of the rivers and lakes, but will become a legend of the world, and everyone will remember this name.

The wicked are renowned for 10,000 years, and the righteous are famous all over the world......