Many roads in life need to be walked alone, destined to have no companionship, and destined to choose their own direction and way. No matter whether the road chosen in the end is right or wrong, smooth or apprehensive, you can't regret it, and you can't regret it, even if there are countless difficulties waiting for you, you must work hard to finish it, because if you choose to start over, you are likely to lose more, and even yin and yang.

On the second day of leaving Wudang unintentionally, there was a story spread on the rivers and lakes, Murong Qianhe, the master of Murong Hall in Jiangcheng, became the new leader of the martial arts alliance, but everyone knew that this was not Murong Qianhe's own gain, but someone abdicated to make way for Xian, for the first time, no one stood up to oppose such an unruly abdication.

And Murong Qianhe didn't even refuse, because he received a letter of recommendation jointly written by the head of Wudang, Aoki, the abbot of Shaolin, Wuregret and Wuxin.

Some people are obsessed with fame and fortune, and some people are obsessed with power, but they have no intention of never being moved by fame or power, because what he values has never been these things outside his body. Now in his heart, apart from hatred, there is only love left, and he can't hold anything else, these are enough for him, and he never asks for anything else.

A fast horse, running from the official road to the tree-lined path, and from the tree-lined path to the official road, has been galloping for a long time, but the man on horseback does not see the slightest tiredness, because every distance he walks, his face becomes more and more excited, as if there is something particularly worth looking forward to waiting for him ahead.

I don't know how long I walked, I don't know where I went, but I came to a small village. The fast horse no longer gallops, but slowly stops, because it is already too tired and needs to rest. The horse is still the horse, and the rider is still the rider.

I saw the man on horseback slowly jump off the horse, walk to the door of a farmer's house, ask for a bowl of water to drink, and then throw down a silver ingot, and let the farmer's owner lead his horse to drink water and eat grass, and the farmer's owner happily agreed, as if he had never been so diligent as today.

Then, the rider sat on a stone bench outside the farmer's house, and looked around curiously, and the people in the village seemed to have never seen anyone outside, and all the passers-by looked up and down the rider with wide eyes curiously, perhaps because the rider was too special.

The black cloak that tightly wrapped the body, the low brim of the hat, the faintly pale face, and the jet-black knife that was always in his hand, there should be few people like this, let alone in this remote and backward village. This man on horseback is exactly the unintentional one who left Wudang to find Wushan.

Looking at the simple faces around them, there is no hostility, no scheming, but there is a kind of satisfaction on everyone's face, maybe they don't know how colorful the outside world is, but maybe what they are looking for is precisely this plain stability.

Wuxin couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he knew that he couldn't be so desireless and wantless as such a villager, he could only yearn for it, and he couldn't help but feel a little envious, and even ashamed of himself. Desirelessness and desirelessness is the true realm, sometimes if you want too much, you will lose more.

At sunset, the blacksmith shop next to it kept coming from the sound of "jingling", as if it seemed very busy, a few children in the far corner kept laughing and playing, their faces were full of innocent smiles, a few lambs were heard from time to time in the direction of the village entrance, and the smoke of cooking before dinner had risen from the roofs of several farmers' houses, everything seemed so peaceful.

On the mountain path, a horse moved forward unhurriedly, and immediately it was still the boy, the boy who had fled from the village, and he had no intention.

After a short rest, he left the village, because he did not want to disturb the peace that was so simple to the extreme, and he was even more afraid that he would be immersed in it, so he hurried out of it before the slightest reluctance in his heart appeared.

It was already dark, and a bright moon hung in the sky, shrouding a horse and a person in the moonlight, the shadow was stretched very long, and it kept moving forward in the moonlight, looking a little lonely and lonely.

He seemed to have become accustomed to walking alone, to facing all the dangers and calms alone. In his world, it seems that there is never a distinction between day and night, as if he is always on the road, a lonely walker who is alone, but has concerns.

On Wudang Mountain, there is a new guest today, Murong Qianhe. He came for the matter of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance, originally he wanted to come to ask Wuxin about something, but now he doesn't have to ask, because before he arrived, Wuxin had already left.

"He's a friend to make deeply. Aoki Daoren looked at Murong Qianhe, who was sitting opposite his couch, and said slowly, with a faint smile on his face, Master Wuregret sat on the other side, and he hadn't left yet.

"I never said he wasn't worth it. Murong Qianhe said seriously, he knew who Aoki was talking about. In fact, he had a lot to ask, but since Wuxin had already left, there was no need to ask again.

After listening to Murong Qianhe's words, Aoki smiled again, he was very pleased. God seems to be very fond of chasing others, making people who could have been friends have resentment, and people who could have been enemies have love. If you use words other than creation to make people, it can only be said that God is an old man who is nearly half a hundred years old and loves to joke, but can see everything.

"He'll be safe, right?" Murong Qianhe suddenly turned his head to look at Aoki and asked seriously, as if he had never been so serious.

Aoki frowned and was silent for a long time before he said slowly: "The world is impermanent, and it can only depend on his creation." To be honest, he wasn't sure, he didn't even know if the rumors were true or not, and how could he know if Wuxin could return safely.

"If he doesn't come back, I'll level Wushan until I find him, whether he's dead or alive. Murong Qianhe said seriously again, he was not joking, and he could really do it.

Maybe this is a friend, maybe there will be unhappiness and even fight between each other, but when facing outsiders, they will always choose to stand behind each other.

Aoki looked at Murong Qianhe for a long time, and a smile of relief rose on the corner of his mouth......

An endless, endless forest with no end in sight appeared in front of Wuxin, and it was finally coming.

Looking at the familiar forest in front of him, he unintentionally thought of Fengyue Valley, and remembered that he almost died in that dense forest. Now he didn't know what was hidden in the woods in front of him, or what awaited him after passing through the trees, but he wouldn't back down anyway, because he was already here.

He slowly dismounted, patted the horse on the back gently, drove it away, and returned to where it should go, because he didn't know what he was going to face next, whether he was alive or dead, and he had no reason to let a horse that had been sent to him wait here for him.

If anything happens, at least this horse is the only testimony that can prove that he has come, but unfortunately it is a horse that can't speak.

Seeing that the horses had left, they galloped happily into the distance, and no longer hesitated, turned around and walked towards the depths of the woods. He's about to embark on a journey that he can't guess the end of, and he's ready for whatever happens.

The woods were so dense that the moonlight could not shine in, and he could only see less than a foot in front of him, and there was a white mist inside, floating in every corner of the forest, as if this was a forest growing in the mist.

If someone suddenly attacks at this time, the consequences are unimaginable, and I don't even know if I have a chance to draw a knife. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but clench the knife in my hand, and my mind was concentrated to the best state, but the excitement in my heart was ready to move again.

Slowly, Wuxin suddenly found that he had lost his way, and could only rely on his own feelings to move forward. From time to time, his feet were tripped by the entangled weeds, and from time to time he was disturbed by the cries of some unknown strange animals overhead, and at this moment, he was completely in the most excited state, the muscles on his face were beating one by one, and the back of the hand holding the knife was already bruised.

"Unintentionally... Centerless... Suddenly, a familiar voice came from a distance, reaching Wuxin's ears, making him stunned, but he couldn't tell which direction the voice came from.

Hearing this voice, Wuxin's face changed greatly, because this voice was too familiar to him, it was Ruyi's voice!

At this moment, the voice sounded again: "Wuxin, save me, save me, ah, don't, don't, don't ......" A frightened scream smashed into Wuxin's heart like a hammer, making his heart no longer so calm.

He told himself that none of this was true, Ruyi was in the Phantom City, it was impossible to appear here, all of this was an illusion, it was all an illusion, but the steps under his feet couldn't help but move slowly in the general direction where the sound came, walking faster and faster.

The familiar voice didn't stop, ringing in Wuxin's ears again and again, and each time it became more and more miserable. Finally, Wuxin couldn't help but run in the direction where the voice came from, although he told himself in his heart that it was not true, but in the end he couldn't help but rush over, because every time the sound sounded, his little bit of confidence that he was not sure about was worn out little by little.

He pursued, followed the direction from which the sound came, but the sound seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, always rushing in the opposite direction, the sound of rushing to the left sounded on the right, and the sound of rushing to the right sounded on the left, as if it was deliberately playing hide and seek with him.

A terrible scream gnawed away at Wuxin's heart little by little, he was about to collapse, running wildly under his feet, he was afraid, afraid that all this was true, the whole heart began to tremble, began to doubt, and the corner of his eye couldn't help but shed a tear, a cold and piercing tear.

"Ah!!h Has he collapsed? Not really.

Just when he reached out and touched the cold tear in the corner of his eye, he suddenly realized that if that voice was really Ruyi, she would definitely not cry out to save herself in this situation, but would look at Wuxin alone with tears, and then die quietly.

Because she, like Wuxin, is a person who is willing to die for the other party, which is one of the most important reasons why Wuxin has always been afraid to face this relationship.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Wuxin suddenly close his eyes, and his mouth kept silently reciting the mantra of the Qin family's knife technique, and then pulled out the blood knife in his hand, and kept waving it in the air, and the misty woods suddenly burst red, and the surrounding trees were constantly cut off by the blood knife, and it was messy.

And at this moment, the fog in the forest seemed to be dispelled by this fierce murderous aura, and gradually faded, and the vision gradually began to become clear, but the voice was never heard again, as if it had never appeared.

Wuxin slowly opened his eyes, and then saw a figure under the messy weeds in front of him, he gritted his teeth and walked over quickly, his face was full of murder, he suspected that the voice just now was made by this person.

But as he walked along, he stopped abruptly, for he knew, or rather known, the man lying in the weeds, or rather the garment. This person was one of the black-clothed killers among the red feathers, and then he saw the second and third...... There are more and more of them, and they are all dead.

Wuxin immediately trembled, looking at the appearance of these people, they should have been dead for a long time, it seems that they are the same as themselves, all of them have been hallucinated, and finally collapsed to death.

Wuxin suddenly found that all of them were lying on their stomachs in one direction, and their outstretched hands were all facing the same direction. Seeing this, Wuxin seemed to understand something, and without hesitation, he rushed with all his strength in the direction pointed by those killers with the blood knife, and the blood knife kept swinging, cutting off all the trees in front of him, and cutting a way out of it.

I don't know how long it took, but when the arm that was holding the knife was already numb and couldn't lift it, he finally rushed out of the woods. His whole body had been scratched by messy branches and weeds, and it was as if he had just experienced a fierce fight, but in fact, it was more strange than a fierce fight.

When Wuxin looked ahead, his heart sank again, because what was waiting for him in front of him was another forest, but this time it was replaced by a slightly sparse willow forest, and it was drizzling, but when Wuxin turned to look at the woods that had just rushed behind him, he found that not a drop of rain had fallen.

Looking at the incredible scene in front of him, Wuxin frowned, which was too unbelievable......