When the clouds disperse and the nightmare is lost, do you still remember what you have experienced and what happened?

"Young master!" a cry that seemed to be tinged with grief sounded, reaching the ears of Wuxin, who seemed to be chasing outside, and also made him stop and look back in the direction from which the voice came.

That shout came out of the cold mouth of the man standing aside, when the masked man in blue fled, he didn't chase him out, not to mention whether he could stop the man in blue with his current injury, just looking at the unintentional state at this time, he was already worried about leaving half a step.

Leng opened his eyes wide, looking at Wuxin, who was like a crazy demon at this time, and his heart was full of worry. It's not that he hasn't seen the appearance of the unintentional rampage, and he also knows how terrible it is after the unintentional rampage, and at this time, the unintentional rampage is not only as simple as the rampage, but also like being possessed by evil spirits, and his body is filled with a strong aura of death, looking like a devil haunted by evil.

Wuxin turned around, looked coldly at the person in front of him who was wrapped in black, and also saw the dark and narrow long knife in his hand, his eyes were cold, he clenched the knife in his hand, and walked over slowly, he didn't seem to know who the person in front of him was. The blood knife trembled in his hand, as if he couldn't wait, and it was about to come out.

Looking at Wuxin who was walking towards him step by step, looking at the pair of black and purple eyes like a pool of stagnant water, he gritted his teeth coldly, and shouted loudly again: "Young master, wake up!" He hoped to wake Wuxin up from his loss through his shout, but Wuxin was like he couldn't hear anything, and the murderous aura on his body became heavier and heavier.

Soon, Wuxin walked in front of Leng Zhi, slowly raised the knife in his hand, and swung it at Leng without hesitation, without a trace of hesitation! At this moment, he seemed to see everyone as his enemy, and he couldn't tell whether he was friend or foe.

Leng didn't dodge, he just watched the unintentional blood knife swing towards him, without a trace of retreat, seeing that the blood knife was about to fall on his body, but his eyes seemed to be more determined than just now.

At this moment, a foreign object suddenly flew from the wall of the small courtyard, and the speed was extremely fast!

"Young master, be careful!" Leng saw the foreign object flying quickly, and he didn't care about his own life or death, but still shouted loudly, hoping to remind Wuxin.

Wuxin also seemed to feel the strangeness behind him, and was about to turn around, but it was too late. The foreign object had struck the back of his neck like lightning, faster and more precisely than expected.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Wuxin, who was holding the blood knife high, fall straight down, fell heavily to the ground, and lost consciousness.

"Young master!" Leng shouted again, and hurriedly pounced on Wuxin's body, constantly shaking Wuxin, who was already motionless, and checking the injuries on Wuxin's body, but he didn't find anything, and there were no wounds on Wuxin's body at all.

At this moment, a figure appeared on the wall of the small courtyard, gently swept down the wall, and came to the side of Wuxin and Leng, with a slow pace.

Seeing the comer, Leng suddenly stood up from the ground, grabbed the long knife with the only hand that could still move, pointed at the figure that suddenly appeared, and was about to ask a question, but his eyes suddenly widened, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. He knew someone who came, with gray hair and a gray robe, it was none other than his unintentional grandfather and his first master, Zhuge Yunqing.

"Why do you ......" Leng pointed at Wuxin on the ground, looked at Zhuge Yunqing suspiciously, and said, but halfway through the words, he didn't know how to continue, and he didn't know whether to say killing, or whether to say injury? The person opposite was Wuxin's only relative, his grandfather.

"Don't worry, he just fainted, or he would have killed you. Zhuge Yunqing shook his head and said slowly, his face was a little solemn, and there was a little heartache.

Hearing Zhuge Yunqing's words, Leng finally relieved his heart and let out a long breath, he originally thought that the masked man in blue had escaped and then killed him, and secretly killed Wuxin. Unexpectedly, the person who came turned out to be Zhuge Yunqing, if Zhuge Yunqing hadn't been temporarily stunned by Wuxin, he might really have become a ghost under the knife of Wuxin.

"What the hell is going on, young master, this time seems to be more serious than the previous ones. Leng looked at Wuxin, who was lying on the ground beyond recognition, and asked in a deep voice.

Zhuge Yunqing sighed, shook his head and said: "I don't know very well, maybe it's because he watched his parents die tragically at the hands of the enemy, and another person struggled to survive from the pile of dead, and his heart was already unconsciously full of resentment, once it was stimulated, he would lose his mind, and even he didn't know it, let alone control it, so your behavior just now was too impulsive, if he woke up and found that he killed you with his own hands, wouldn't it be more difficult for him to turn back?"

After listening to Zhuge Yunqing's words, Leng seemed to gradually understand, and couldn't help but regret his actions just now, Zhuge Yunqing was right, if that was really the case, it might really be an irreparable fault for Wuxin, and he might never forgive himself.

"It's all my fault," Zhuge Yunqing sighed and said slowly: "If it weren't for my opposition to them being together, they might not have cut off contact with me, and they wouldn't have died in the hands of Red Feather, and my grandson might not have become what he is now." Speaking of this, Zhuge Yunqing's face showed a trace of pain, as if tears were flashing in his eyes, and he looked at Wuxin lying on the ground with a guilty face.

"Master, things have passed, don't blame yourself anymore, maybe the young master is destined to experience this catastrophe, no one can change it, only he can save him. Leng looked at Zhuge Yunqing and said softly, intending to comfort the old man in front of him who was full of remorse.

Zhuge Yunqing seemed to feel more sad the more he thought about it, shaking his head and turning his body sideways, he couldn't bear to look at Wuxin who was lying motionless on the ground, every time he looked at it, the more remorse he felt in his heart, but it had come to this point, it was too late to say anything, maybe this grandson of his would never forgive him.

Leng looked at Zhuge Yunqing's painful appearance and shook his head, but he suddenly remembered something, looked at Zhuge Yunqing and asked, "Master, why are you here?" Zhuge Yunqing's appearance was indeed an accident for him.

"I received the news that the leader behind Red Feather might appear here, so I rushed here, worried that this was Red Feather's trap, but fortunately it was not too late. Zhuge Yunqing said slowly. When he arrived here, he happened to see the last battle between Wuxin and the blue-clothed masked man. Originally, he didn't plan to show up, because he knew that Wuxin hadn't forgiven him yet, but the situation was too urgent just now, so he took action to knock Wuxin unconscious.

Leng listened to Zhuge Yunqing's words, was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "Then why don't you chase that man in blue? He may be the head of the Red Feather Behind the Red Feather Curtain who ordered the killing of the young master's parents!"

Zhuge Yunqing shook his head and said slowly: "The bell must be tied to the bell, if that person is not killed by him, maybe he will never forget the resentment that has accumulated in his heart for too long, then he will never get better, and sooner or later he will completely lose himself." ”

Leng listened to Zhuge Yunqing's words, nodded, and felt that what he said made a little sense, but the person fled and didn't know when he would see him again, so he couldn't help but shake his head.

Zhuge Yunqing turned his head and glanced at Wuxin, then turned around and returned to the original way, saying as he walked: "This is not a place to stay for a long time, leave quickly, take care of him, and don't tell him that I have been here." As soon as he finished speaking, he had already swept towards the wall, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Coldly glanced at the direction in which Zhuge Yunqing left, without any further hesitation, picked up the Wuxin on the ground and swept out, and soon disappeared into the night.

A battle ended like this, the sound of the piano was gone, the dragon chant disappeared, as if it had never appeared, maybe the sleeping people in Huai'an City did not know everything that happened here, and no one felt that the sound of the piano and the sound of the dragon disappeared There was any regret, everything seemed to be destined to be forgotten by people.

But someone may never forget what happened in this small building tonight, and even wake up in his sleep, that is the garrison general of Huai'an City, Lu Wanshan.

When there was no longer any noise in the small courtyard behind the Red Mansion, Lu Wanshan, who was hidden outside the arch, walked out slowly, followed by dozens of guards guarding the city, tightly clutching the firewood-like eyebrow sticks in their hands, all of them dumbfounded.

Just after Lu Wanshan received the news from the soldiers guarding the city that Wuxin had not left Huai'an City, he led a group of his subordinates to investigate Wuxin's whereabouts, and accidentally discovered the battle in the Red Mansion. At this time, he couldn't help but secretly praise his wisdom and martial arts in his heart, and he didn't rush in in a daze, otherwise he might be lying inside now......

The sunlight outside the window slowly shone into the room through the thin window, warming every corner, and also warming the person lying on the bed, everything seemed to be extraordinarily quiet and serene, although there seemed to be a faint trace of blood in the air.

As if blinded by the warm sun, the eyelids of the person lying on the bed moved, and then slowly opened his eyes, and then he blinked vigorously a few times under the dazzling sunlight. After getting used to it for a while, he slowly opened his eyes and struggled to sit up.

Looking at the empty room, there was a trace of doubt on this person's face, as if he didn't know where he was, frowned, quickly looked at his hand, and after seeing the knife in his hand, he seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief, and began to carefully observe the whole warm and unfamiliar room again.

Just then, someone gently pushed the door in, as if worried about waking up the sleeping person. The one who came in was a young man with a child-like face, very delicate, with a hint of heroism between his eyebrows, a basin of steaming warm water in his hand, and a towel on his arm, how could there be such a delicate little er?

When the two looked at each other, there was a hint of surprise on their faces at the same time, and they couldn't help but be stunned, staring at each other. Immediately afterwards, I saw a surprised and happy smile on the face of the young man who pushed the door in, and rushed directly to the bedside.

"Young master!" the young man shouted in surprise as he rushed over.

But the man sitting on the bed was not very surprised, on the contrary, his face was full of surprise, and before the young man ran to his bedside, he stretched out the knife that he had been holding tightly in his hand, looked at the young man in front of him vigilantly, frowned, and seemed to be thinking about whether he had seen this person in his impression.

"Young master, it's me, I'm cold!" said the young man, looking at the man on the bed, as he put the basin on the table beside him, reached out and took out a black cloth from his waist and put it on his head.

Looking at the person in front of him dressed in black and wearing a mask, the person on the bed finally remembered a person and asked in surprise, "Cold?"

"That's right, young master. The young man nodded affirmatively.

The young man who pushed the door in was a member of the "shadow", cold, and the person who sat on the bed and was called "Young Master" by him, who else was there except Wuxin.

This is the first time I've seen Leng without a mask, so I didn't recognize it for a while, but I didn't expect that Leng with a mask and Leng with a mask off turned out to be so different. Looking at that delicate face, who would have thought that he was the "shadow" captain who had been haunted by Wuxin's side and had strong martial arts.

Wuxin couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly, blaming himself for not recognizing Leng who had been with him for so long for a while, and then seemed to suddenly remember something, looked at Leng and asked indifferently, "Why am I here? What happened?" He suddenly felt that he couldn't think of anything now, he didn't know what place this was, why he felt sore, and couldn't lift up a trace of strength.

Hearing the unintentional question, the coolness that was still in surprise suddenly fell silent, and his expression seemed to be a little gloomy, looking at the unintentional words on the bed and stopping......