There is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed, we always use this sentence to hide the reluctance in our hearts, moisten our eyes, turn back step by step, and leave the places we don't want to leave, and the people we don't want to leave. Some people say that companionship is the greatest happiness for their loved ones, but some people are destined to choose to leave, because leaving is already the greatest happiness he can give.

At the moment when the boy threw out the porcelain bowl and rushed towards Wuxin, Wuxin suddenly turned around, as if he had eyes behind his back, and with a slight wave of his hand, he just caught the porcelain bowl that the boy threw hard, and the hot soup in the bowl instantly spilled out, spilling on Wuxin's hand and sleeve.

But he seemed to have forgotten the pain of being suddenly poured on his skin by the hot soup, and with a wry smile, he looked coldly at the boy in front of him who was still looking at him pitifully just now.

The boy who originally rushed towards Wuxin also stopped at this time, with a surprised face, looking at Wuxin blankly, the originally designed sneak attack was seen through in the blink of an eye, as if he had already been seen through, he couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it, because maybe this was his only chance.

At this time, the three big men who were talking drunk not far away all stood up, took out a few knives from under the table in front of them, and walked over slowly, standing behind the boy. This was originally a collusive play, and I probably don't know how many times it has been rehearsed.

Wuxin shook his head gently, slowly pinched a wonton in the bowl, put it in his mouth, chewed, and felt the kindness that was not appreciated, as if he had forgotten that the boy's dirty hands had already reached into the bowl just now, perhaps, he didn't care anymore.

Wuxin was not hungry, he just felt that it was a pity to lose it, he just wanted to taste what this bowl of wouldntons containing kindness tasted like, and once upon a time he also wanted someone to hand him such a bowl of food. The burning pain left in his hand seemed to tell him how ridiculous it was to show him the unprecedented mercy just now.

In the face of the boy's revenge, as well as the drunkard and the boss's true form, Wuxin was not surprised, he seemed to have known it for a long time, these changes were all telling him how cunning and even terrible this river and lake was, and it was not as calm as it seemed on the surface.

I didn't regret what I had just done, because at that moment, he felt that he should have done that, there was no reason, as for whether it was true or not, whether the boy was or not, it didn't seem to matter anymore.

One, two...... Wuxin finally slowly ate up the remaining wontons in the bowl, and then gently put the porcelain bowl aside, everything seemed so leisurely and unhurried. And the strange thing is that the few people standing on the opposite side watched him eat quietly without interrupting.

Wuxin raised his head, looked at the few people opposite, put away his smile, and a trace of cold aura slowly spread from his body. Only then did he see clearly that the boy was not a boy in the first place, but a man who was too short with a pair of cannibalistic eyes.

The whole alley, with no other pedestrians, fell into a deathly silence......

Suddenly, the "boy" moved, and rushed towards Wuxin again like lightning, this time without hesitation. A pair of iron claws gripped at the heartless face door. A short person, the speed seems to be faster than ordinary people, and in a blink of an eye, he has reached the front of Wuxin.

Wuxin didn't dodge, just quietly watched the "boy's" iron claws get closer and closer to his face, and then suddenly flew up with a kick, and his feet were raised at a weird angle like that, and quickly kicked the "boy's" chin!

The "boy" didn't have time to restrain the body that rushed forward, twisted his waist, jumped high, and the whole person volleyed over a heel, dodged Wuxin's weird kick, and fell behind Wuxin.

As the "boy" turned over and jumped up, the three drunks also rushed forward, and three murderous knives slashed at Wuxin's neck, chest, lower abdomen, three knives, three different directions. They seemed to have sneered, feeling that this move was formed at the right time, and they had already won the battle.

Suddenly, with a terrible dragon roar, a bloody light filled the sky. I have no intention of going out of the knife, and I am no longer soft-hearted. The blood knife instantly cut off the knives in the hands of the three drunks, and also cut off their necks, and Wuxin only made one move. Their knives were too slow, and then they saw three people slowly fall down with unwilling eyes.

Immediately after, Wuxin suddenly felt the cold wind in his back, and he felt as if he had been pierced, and he felt numb. didn't have time to turn around, so he hurriedly rushed forward two steps, dodging the attack behind him, but met the kitchen knife in the hand of the owner of the wonton stall.

A knife that cuts vegetables can also be a knife that kills. Wuxin couldn't help laughing, this was the first time he had done it with a chef, and people who didn't know thought that he had eaten and didn't give money and wanted to pay the bill.

Although he thought so, he didn't stop at his feet, and suddenly kicked out again, kicking the boss in the chest, and then saw the boss fly out like a kite with a broken string, slammed on the wall, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood, I don't know whether he was dead or alive.

Just as the boss flew out, the "boy" iron claw struck Wuxin's back again. Wuxin has killed four people, but they haven't touched the corners of Wuxin's clothes, which is a blow to the point of helplessness, this time, the "boy" has almost used all his strength.

Suddenly, Wuxin, who was originally facing away from the "boy", suddenly turned around, and then faced the "boy" like an arrow from the string, with a very fast speed and a lightning speed!

The "boy" seemed to be dumbfounded, forgetting to close his already wide open mouth.

The two passed by, and then there was a deathly silence. I saw that the iron claws of the "boy" had slowly slipped off and were cut off by Qi Qi, and on the right temple, a thin knife mark slowly oozing blood, and then more and more flowing, flowing more and more rapidly, and then spraying out, and then slowly falling.

Wuxin had slowly left, walking in the direction of Tiefu without looking back. His knife was stuck in the scabbard for no apparent moment, as if it had never been pulled out.

From beginning to end, they didn't say a word, and it all ended like this, so abrupt and so cruel. It's not because they're too weak, but because they're unintentionally too strong, so strong that people can't tell whether this is the boy they used to be.

There was a faint trace of guilt in his heart, and then this feeling slowly swept through his body. He killed and did not keep his promise to her. But he didn't regret it, because this was his punishment for himself, for that unprecedented, nonsensical compassion.

The bloody knife is heartless, and the killing is invisible......

A dark cloud covered the bright moon hanging in mid-air, casting a shadow on the moonlight, as if to cover up a tragedy that happened under the bright moon, not hoping to break this rare tranquility.

Tie Xiong had already woken up, and the first thing he said was to eat, which was happy and even excited for Tie Feiyun, because he knew that his father was fine.

When he returned to Tie Mansion without intention, Tie Xiong had already eaten, he was almost recovered, and his face gradually became bloody, he had already listened to Tie Feiyun narrate what had happened in the past few days, and with Tie Feiyun's description, Tie Xiong changed his expression from time to time, as if he was completely affected by what happened. Fortunately, the final ending was good, and he was very relieved to look at his son sitting in front of his bed.

When he saw Wuxin walk in, Tetsuo's face showed a relieved expression, and he nodded slightly, as if everything was in plain sight.

"Uncle Shi. Unintentionally and respectfully saluted Tie Xiong and called Uncle Shi. This was the first time he saluted Tie Xiong, and it was also the first time he called out this uncle.

Hearing the unintentional voice of "Uncle Shi," the corners of Tie Xiong's eyes twitched, almost bursting into tears, and he seemed a little excited. Pointing to the chair next to him where Tie Feiyun was sitting just now, he said slowly, "Haotian, come, come and sit." ”

At this time, Tie Feiyun had already stood aside, although he was an unintentional senior brother according to his generation, but he had to admit that this junior brother was indeed much stronger than him, even out of reach.

Wuxin slowly walked to the bed, nodded to Tie Feiyun, and then sat down gently. Looking at Tetsuo, who had been reborn after the catastrophe, he asked softly, "How do you feel?"

Tie Xiong nodded, took Wuxin's hand, held it in his hand, and said in a choked voice: "If the junior brother is still alive, he will definitely be proud of you, he will." Seeing such an excellent Wuxin in front of him, he remembered the junior brothers who had fought side by side.

The corners of Wuxin's mouth moved, and he stopped talking. Being held tightly by Tie Xiong, he always felt inexplicably awkward, and no one had ever had such contact with him as an elder to a junior, and he couldn't help but feel a little unnatural and uncomfortable. But Tie Xiong didn't seem to notice it, and Tie Feiyun on the side couldn't help but show a smile on the corner of his mouth when he saw the expression on Wuxin's face.

At this time, Tie Xiong seemed to suddenly remember something, looked at Tie Feiyun and said anxiously: "Yun'er, quick, bring the box under my bed." As he spoke, he looked anxiously at the other bedroom in the back room, as if he couldn't wait. The bed he was sitting on now belonged to Tie Feiyun.

Tie Feiyun coughed in embarrassment, turned around and walked towards his father's bedroom. Soon after, he returned, holding an old box, rusty and dusty, and looked like it had been many years.

Tie Xiong took the box, opened it gently, took out a book-like thing inside, handed it to Wuxin in a trembling voice, and said slowly: "Here, this is what your father handed over to me for safekeeping when he left the capital before he died." ”

Wuxin took the book-like thing, and saw a few words on the skin, "Qin Family Knife Spectrum", four big characters, which caught my eye. This is a knife book, open inside, is a hand-drawn move pattern, next to a few lines of small characters for annotation. The appearance of the knife in the pattern is the blood knife that Wuxin never leaves now, but the blood knife in the past was not as bloodthirsty and dazzling as it is now.

"Your father seems to have had a premonition that something was going to happen before he left, so he left me this book of swords, which he had written with all his life's work, for me to keep. At that time, he actually strongly asked your mother to stay with him, but your mother didn't agree, and even forced her life to die, insisting on advancing and retreating with your father, but I didn't expect it..."

Halfway through speaking, Tie Xiong began to choke, as if he remembered a lot of the past at once, slowed down, and continued: "Fortunately, you are still alive, and the Qin family's sword technique also has an heir, I think your father should also be able to smile at Jiuquan." ”

Wuxin held the knife book in his hand, as if he was holding the most precious thing in the world, he refused to put it down, and he was reluctant to take his eyes away, his eyes were moist, and he bit his lip tightly.

This is the only relic left by my father other than the blood knife, and it was temporarily decided to put it here for temporary storage when he knew that something might happen to him.

Thinking of this, Wuxin suddenly frowned, turned his head to look at Tie Xiong and said, "You said that my father knew that something might happen to him?"

Tie Xiong nodded and said slowly: "That's right, he found some clues about Red Feather at that time, and it was likely that he was behind Red Feather, but the other party seemed to have discovered him, so he didn't want your mother to take you with him, so he also kept this knife book." ”

He had also persuaded Qin Feng not to investigate too openly, and if he pressed too hard, he would bring death to himself, but Qin Feng, who was jealous and hateful, couldn't listen to it at all, but he was really said by Tie Xiong.

"Where did he go then?" asked Wuxin hurriedly.

Tie Xiong thought for a moment and said slowly: "Gusu City, Plum Blossom Villa." After saying that, he paused and continued: "I went to Plum Blossom Villa later, but the people in the villa said that they had never seen your father at all, and I inquired around again, but no one had ever seen your father, and I wasn't sure if he went there in the end. ”

Wuxin didn't speak, and fell into deep thought. Now it is certain that no matter whether my father went to the Plum Blossom Villa in Gusu City before his death, there must be some secret hidden there, and it is likely to be a fatal clue to the enemy, otherwise it is impossible for Red Feather to send someone to assassinate him at that time.

Thinking of this, he had already decided in his heart that he would go there himself, maybe he could find something, maybe find out the reason why his father was really killed.

So, Wuxin quickly said goodbye to Tiexiong, left the capital, and continued on the road towards Gusu City. Nangong Chu originally planned to follow Wuxin, but Wuxin refused, because he hoped that Nangong Chu would return to Phantom City and protect Ruyi for himself.

This time in the capital, he unintentionally killed Hongyu's people again, and it is likely that he inadvertently destroyed a big conspiracy, and he will definitely usher in Hongyu's more violent revenge in the future, he is worried that Ruyi will be implicated because of this, with the protection of Nangong Chu and Shangguan Yunjie, he can also put a little bit of heart.

Wuxin is on the road again, and he is farther away from his relatives, but this is the path he has chosen, and it is destined to not be so smooth. Now between him and Red Feather, it is no longer that one party will stop and the other will stop, but it has reached the point of not dying, and the only thing he can do is to stay away from the people he cares about with this hatred and danger.

Perhaps, people like him are destined to be lonely in this life......