There are many people in the world who tend to come together for the same purpose, and even strangers who have never known each other can stand in the same camp because of a common purpose. There is a good saying that the enemy of the enemy is the friend of oneself, but there is another saying that the enemy of the friend is also the enemy of oneself, and there is no need for a reason.

When Murong Qianhe saw Wuxin, who suddenly came to visit, he already felt that something was wrong in his heart, because Wuxin at this time, there was a cold aura all over his body, gloomy and scary.

"What's wrong?" Murong Qianhe looked at Wuxin, who had been silent since he came in, and asked solemnly with a trace of doubt on his face.

Wuxin remained silent, and after a long time, he finally raised his head slowly, looked at Murong Qianhe and said, "The Xian Wangfu and the Yanmen Wangfu will join forces to rebel and seek power and usurp the throne, what do the seniors think about this matter?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he said a piece of news that was enough to shock everyone.

Hearing Wuxin's sudden words, Murong Qianhe was obviously taken aback, his eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears, he looked at Wuxin and said, "Is this true?!"

"It's true. Wuxin nodded and said lightly. Immediately, he found Fengyue Valley and told Murong Qianhe about the letter written by King Xian's Mansion to Yanmen Palace, as well as the origin of this letter and the matter of Qingzhu Luansheng.

After listening to Wuxin's words, Murong Qianhe frowned deeply and didn't speak for a long time. Originally, Murong Qianhe was just a person from the rivers and lakes, and he never cared about the affairs of the imperial court, but now when he heard what Wuxin said, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

"Do you want to take care of this matter?

Wuxin looked at Murong Qianhe without blinking, his expression was firm, and he said seriously: "I have been in it from the beginning, my predecessors should know the grievances between me and the Xianwang Mansion, and now it can be determined that this matter must be inseparable from the red feather, I even suspect that the red feather is the force secretly cultivated by the Xianwang Mansion in the rivers and lakes, aside from the Xianwang Mansion, I will not let the red feather be more unscrupulous under the protection of the Xianwang Mansion, if the Xianwang Mansion and the Yanmen Mansion are in charge of the world, then there will be no peace in the world." "Wuxin's words are not wrong at all, and it may be a fact that is about to happen.

After listening to Wuxin's words, Murong Qianhe frowned, nodded and said: "That's right, this Seven Sages King and Yanmen King Huyan Zhulie are both military generals, and the King of Yanmen is even more belligerent by nature, and he is a murderous general, and he used to be the general in front of the Seven Sages King, if they take the throne, then the world is probably really going to be ruined." Compared to Wuxin, he should be able to say that he understands the past of the Seven Sages King and the Yanmen King better.

"So I have to take care of it, especially since this matter is related to Red Feather, for the sake of those who have died in the hands of Red Feather, I have to make Red Feather repay ten times, and I have to take care of this alone. This is also to protect the rest of the people, if the Xianwang Mansion really succeeds, then my friends and I will never have peace, and there will be nothing to be done about it at that time. Wuxin said with a solemn expression, and his tone was resolute.

"Have you really thought about it, do you know what you will face if you really do that?" Murong Qianhe looked at Wuxin and asked solemnly.

Now that Hongyu and Xianwangfu want to kill Wuxin, everyone in the world knows that Wuxin really interferes in the other party's conspiracy, then the other party's revenge will be even more violent, and they will definitely find ways to get rid of Wuxin by any means, you can imagine what they will face.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wuxin's mouth, looked down at the knife in his hand, and said lightly: "I know, I think this is what my father has been doing, if it weren't for the world, he might not have died, since God let me survive that fight, then I must do something, for my father, for the dead and living friends." ”

Listening to Wuxin's words, Murong Qianhe nodded slowly, as if he remembered something from the past, and said with a long breath: "Yes, although Qin Daxia was in the imperial court back then, he had been fighting against Hongyu for the sake of the world's martial arts, and never asked for anything in return, but unfortunately he was killed by a traitor in the end," he said and looked at Wuxin, and continued: "You are the same as your father, you can be called a chivalrous character, and it is an honor for the old man to know you." ”

Murong Qianhe slowly discovered that now he was beginning to truly understand Wuxin, and under that seemingly cold appearance, there was a fiery heart hidden.

Unintentionally heard Murong Qianhe's words, but shook his head gently, and said lightly: "The seniors are too heavy, the words are too heavy, and I can't afford to bear it, I only know that in life, there is something to do, there are things to do, and there are some things that must be done." As he spoke, he seemed to be in deep thought, remembering the bits and pieces of the past.

As the more people I know and the more I experience, I inadvertently find that my mentality is slowly changing. From the beginning of the boy who only knew revenge, he slowly changed a lot, and gradually knew that there are many things to do in life besides revenge. He also kills, but he kills all the people who deserve to be killed, maybe God let him go through inhuman ordeals, and survive is to make him a punisher who does the right thing for heaven.

"With your words, Murong Tang will be at your disposal in the future, including me, the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance. For the sake of the common people in the world, but also for the martial arts colleagues, besides, Baili died because of the red feather, and this revenge cannot be avenged. Murong Qianhe looked at Wuxin and said categorically, as if he remembered his dead son.

Although Murong Baili died at the hands of Wuxin, but slowly Murong Qianhe also figured out that this revenge should be remembered on Hong Yu's body, not to mention that now his only daughter is likely to have joined Hong Yu, and there has been no news since the last separation.

Wuxin nodded heavily, what he wanted was Murong Qianhe's words, you must know that Murong Qianhe is now the leader of the martial arts alliance, if he raises his arms and shouts, someone will definitely respond, otherwise the Xian Wangfu and the Yanmen Wangfu have many generals, and it is not so easy to deal with. Now I don't know if Zhan Ying can convince the son of today to believe that the Xian Wangfu and the Yanmen Wangfu rebelled, if the Son of Heaven does not believe it, he can't resist it with just six doors, so he must contact the people in the rivers and lakes, and if it doesn't work, he will use the way of the rivers and lakes to solve it.

Thinking of this, Wuxin suddenly seemed to remember something, looked at Murong Qianhe and asked, "Do you know if there are any peerless masters in the Yanmen Palace?"

Peerless master? If you can say a peerless master from an unintentional mouth, it is enough to show the strength of this person. I saw Murong Qianhe frowning, thought for a while, and said slowly: "I haven't heard of it, I only know that the king of Yanmen, Huyan Zhulie, is strong in martial arts, and it seems that there is only his martial idiot son under him, what's wrong?"

Hearing Murong Qianhe's words, he unintentionally narrowed his eyes and said lightly: "I met Huyan Chengbi who was chasing me on the way here, I could have killed him, but a mysterious blue-clothed monster suddenly appeared, and he injured me with only one move. Wuxin said, slowly raising his right hand.

Seeing Wuxin's raised right hand, Murong Qianhe couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the wound on the tiger's mouth on Wuxin's right hand. You must know that Wuxin is no longer the hairy boy who has just entered the rivers and lakes, and in today's martial arts, there are almost only a handful of people who can hurt him, but most of these people are acquainted with Wuxin, and he really can't think of anyone else.

"If I had seen it, I might have known him, but I've never heard of this monster in blue. Murong Qianhe shook his head and said, constantly thinking about the few people in his heart who might have injured him, but he didn't say their names one by one. If the matter is not clarified, it is not allowed to talk nonsense, and it cannot be judged based on one's own speculation alone.

"I'm sure he'll show up, and next time I'm not going to let him go so easily. Wuxin squinted his eyes and said, remembering what the man said before leaving, Wuxin concluded that they would meet again soon.

"I'll send my men to check and let you know as soon as there's news. Murong Qianhe nodded and said.

Wuxin nodded, slowly stood up, and said lightly: "In addition, the seniors asked the martial arts factions to pay close attention to Red Feather's movements, especially the connection between Red Feather and the imperial court. I'm a little tired, I'm afraid I'll have to borrow a break from my seniors. Although the kick of the man in blue didn't hurt him too much, he also needed to find a quiet place to breathe in time.

"Good. Murong Qianhe nodded, and immediately called one of his subordinates and ordered him to take Wuxin to the backyard to rest. After leaving unintentionally, Murong Qianhe immediately wrote several handwritten letters, sent people to various places, and ordered all factions in the martial arts to investigate the news about Red Feather.

The storm is coming, no one knows what kind of bloody storm this rain will be, and no one knows who will win or lose, who will live and who will die, but everyone in it has made their own choices, for what they want to pursue. Perhaps, there are still many people who are kept in the dark, unaware that disaster is coming.

Lonely people always seem to like to haunt the night, maybe because they like the quiet, or maybe because only in the dark night no one can see the loneliness and loneliness.

The night is very deep, so deep that you can barely see your fingers, maybe God also knows that the world is experiencing an unprecedented catastrophe, and wants to use the darkness to remind the world not to forget the light that once was, otherwise it can only be a catastrophe.

Wuxin stood in front of the window, breathing in the slightly humid air in the night breeze, and couldn't calm down for a long time, and remembered a lot of things for a while, many people.

Time passed, and he suddenly realized that he had experienced a lot of things that he was willing to experience and what he was unwilling to experience, and he could not guarantee that everything he had done would be able to distinguish between right and wrong, and he did not know if he would regret it one day in the future. He wasn't a Buddha and couldn't have an epiphany under the Bodhi tree, but he knew that at least so far, he had a clear conscience in everything he did, and that was enough.

Looking at the dark night sky, he sighed unintentionally, he thought of Shangguan Yunjie, Xia Haitang, Ji Rufeng, the "beggar" hidden in the deep mountains, his parents, the unbearable past of the Ghost Stream, and Ruyi who was far away in the Phantom City, Nangong Chu, Lin Xuan, Tie Xiong in the capital, Tie Feiyun, Long Xinyue in Xinyue Town, and Murong Xue, who is still missing, Murong Xue who used to be in this room, in front of this window, hiding under the window. Those things, those people, seem to be vivid, as if they happened yesterday.

Thinking of this, the persistence in Wuxin's heart became more firm, no matter what he encountered in the future, he would not give up, no matter how strong the enemy was, he would not retreat, even if he was broken. He doesn't want to be a so-called hero, he just wants to be worthy of those who died and protect those who are still alive by his side.......

Perhaps, the living should be cherished no matter what, and the dead can only be used to remember. I don't want everything I cherish to become a memory......