Commitment is sometimes a yardstick that can measure a person's nature, and it can prove whether a person is relatable, and a person who cannot keep his promise is not worthy of being a friend and treating him with all sincerity. A promise also confirms the importance of promise, a person who treats commitment as a child's play will not have friends, no matter who the promise comes from.

"I'm listening to your explanation. Murong Qianhe said with the corners of his mouth trembling, staring at his heartless eyes. He didn't want to be an enemy with Wuxin, not because Wuxin's strength might not even give him the confidence to deal with it, but because he cared about this jealous and hateful friend, and he was kind to his friend several times, but Murong Baili's death made him have to do this, and he had no choice.

Wuxin sighed and said slowly: "You should already know his identity, and he killed my most important friend, what would you do if it were you?" He hoped that Murong Qianhe could understand his hard work, and even more hoped that Murong Qianhe could distinguish between good and evil.

"Even if he is Red Feather's killer, you can completely subdue him and hand it over to me to deal with, even if I kill him with my own hands, but you didn't give me a chance. Murong Qianhe said in a deep voice, a little emotional, although he also knew that his son had done something he shouldn't have done, but he was a little unwilling to die at the hands of outsiders.

Wuxin smiled bitterly and said lightly: "I'd rather you hate me than you face his life and death in person." He knew that Murong Qianhe was also a person who regarded Red Feather as a mortal enemy, and if he knew that his only son was Red Feather's killer, and he was one of the seven killers who committed many crimes, it would be too cruel for Murong Qianhe.

Murong Qianhe was stunned for a moment when he heard Wuxin's words, gritted his teeth tightly, and suddenly became silent. To be honest, just like Wuxin said, if he faced his son who had become a red feather minion, he didn't know how he would choose, and maybe he wouldn't be able to do it at all.

"Give me a month, and after a month, I will personally visit Murong Hall, and when the time comes, you will be at your disposal, I will have nothing to say. Wuxin looked at Murong Qianhe's eyes and said sincerely.

Murong Qianhe hesitated, he didn't know whether to believe Wuxin's words, let alone whether he should break with Wuxin, because deep down in his heart, Wuxin just did what he should do, he did it right, what was wrong was that the dead person was his only son.

After hesitating for a long time, Murong Qianhe suddenly turned around and walked out, saying as he walked: "I'll give you a month, but you have to promise me not to hurt my daughter, she just cares too much about her brother, otherwise I will kill you even if I chase you to the ends of the earth." ”

He knew that his daughter would not be able to accept the tragic death of his eldest brother, and he would definitely seek revenge. Since Murong Baili died, Murong Xue disappeared, and Murong Qianhe sent people to look for it, but they never found it.

"Don't worry, she will always be my friend and will not be my enemy. Wuxin said with certainty, he was right, and he did it, because Murong Xue almost killed him last time, and he didn't hide at all, just because his knife only dealt with enemies, not friends.

Seeing that Murong Qianhe was about to walk out of the restaurant with someone, Wuxin suddenly said again: "If I don't show up after a month, then you don't have to wait any longer, and you don't have to look for me again, because I was already dead by then." "I didn't know that going to Fengyue Valley was unpredictable, and it was almost a life of nine deaths.

Murong Qianhe, who had already stepped out of the restaurant with one foot, was stunned for a moment when he heard Wuxin's words, stopped, turned his head to look at Wuxin, and asked suspiciously, "Where are you going?" Wuxin had already said just now that he wanted to do something, so he asked for a one-month deadline, but he didn't know what Wuxin was going to do.

"Wind Moon Valley. Wuxin said lightly, with a calm smile on the corner of his mouth, even if he was talking about his life and death, he could talk and laugh, maybe this was why Murong Qianhe cherished him as a friend.

Hearing the words "Fengyue Valley", Murong Qianhe frowned, he knew Fengyue Valley, and he had also heard of the prestige of Fengyue Valley more than twenty years ago, but at that time he was just a junior who had just come out of the rivers and lakes, and Murong Tang was not as huge as it is now.

After hesitating for a while, he sneered, continued to raise his legs and walked out, and said lightly: "The blood knife is not a straw bale to be slaughtered. Before he finished speaking, he had already left with his men. He believed in Wuxin, knowing that Wuxin would definitely appear in Murong Hall in a month, or he actually hoped in his heart that Wuxin wouldn't go, but he just didn't want to admit it.

Looking at the back of Murong Qianhe leaving, he smiled unintentionally. Although Murong Qianhe's words didn't sound so pleasant, but invisibly woke up the self who never admits defeat and is not afraid of heaven and earth, Murong Qianhe is right, he has never been slaughtered by others, which time is not nine deaths, but now he is still sitting here in a dignified manner, whether it is Fengyue Valley or some underworld, he must come back alive and save the people who are waiting in the distance.

A steep and rugged mountain peak stands under the sunset on the horizon, and the towering summit has no end in sight, and it looks so grandiose. The mountains are covered with dense woods, and it is almost breathless.

A long-abandoned path runs from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain with no end in sight, probably many years ago when farmers who went up the mountain to hunt and cut firewood completely on their feet, and gradually abandoned over time. The branches of the trees beside the road have gradually extended out, covering the traces that have been left behind, and if you don't look closely, you may not really be able to find them.

A figure is standing at the foot of the mountain, at the entrance of the path, looking at the endless path, looking at the top of the towering mountain and sighing.

Dressed in a black cloak, gently swaying with the evening breeze, under the brim of the hat that was sometimes blown away by the wind, a pale face flickered, but the knife in his hand was unusually stable, as if it was unmoved in the face of the sudden evening breeze, with a little chill, as if announcing that he was going to overcome obstacles and open up a path. But it is not a knife for chopping wood, but for killing.

This person is unintentional. He didn't know how to travel for a few days, but fortunately, he finally reached his destination, and the Valley of the Wind Moon was hidden somewhere on this mountain. Looking at the endless path in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, took a step, and walked towards the unknown peak.

The path was very rugged and winding, and I didn't hear any wild beasts along the way, so it stands to reason that this should be the time when wild beasts from all walks of life are frequent, perhaps because they have long been hunted and killed, or because this is no longer a place where farmers can freely enter and exit the mountain, perhaps this is why this path is now deserted.

After walking about a stick of incense, a stone tablet as high as two people appeared on the side of the path, standing quietly in the messy grass, as if someone had deliberately moved here. Who was able to move such a large boulder, and even carved four big characters with a sharp weapon on the stone tablet, four shocking big characters: death to the trespasser. Perhaps, this is the real reason why this path under your feet is deserted.

Wuxin looked at the huge stone tablet in front of him, and breathed a sigh of relief, this should be the people of Fengyue Valley who erected, and finally arrived, and finally had to face the next fierce battle. Looking at the lush grass around the stele, there was no sign of anyone walking, and it seemed that no one had been here for a long time.

Looking at the end of the path that I don't know how long it was, he didn't think about it, raised his leg and walked to the other side of the stone monument, he guessed that Fengyue Valley should not be at the end of the path, maybe it was somewhere near the mountainside, so he planned to explore the direction of the top of the mountain while going deep into the woods, maybe he could find some traces.

Walking and walking, Wuxin slowly frowned, his steps were not as firm as at the beginning, he always felt that he was spinning in circles, repeating the place he had walked before, and he was lost.

In this lush deep mountain forest where you can barely see the sky, it is strange not to get lost. But he couldn't stop, it was about to get dark, and if he couldn't get out before dark, he really couldn't get out, and who knew what unpredictable dangers would be in the dense forest after nightfall.

I kept walking like this until the afterglow of the sun had gradually faded, and the light in front of me gradually became dim, and I didn't go out without intention, and I couldn't help but feel a little helpless in my heart.

In desperation, he unintentionally began to doubt his previous judgment, maybe Fengyue Valley was not in this direction, he had gone in the wrong direction from the beginning, because he had walked for so long and found no sign of anyone, not even a secret whistle.

If this is really the location of Fengyue Valley, how can it be possible to be uneasy about the people who are stationed in the sentry, are they so confident in the strength of the valley?

When he was unintentionally dragging his tired body and gradually wanted to give up, he suddenly faintly heard a trace of shouting and killing, which came from far away from the depths of the dense forest. Hearing this sound, he was stunned for a moment, and suddenly came to his senses, opened his legs, and quickly moved in the direction where the sound came from, for fear that the sound would disappear.

On a slightly open lawn in the depths of the dense forest, there were seven or eight people, six masked men dressed in blood-red clothes, all holding double swords in their hands, staring coldly at a nearly middle-aged woman standing opposite.

The woman held a sword in her hand, her body was covered with blood, and she looked to be seriously injured, and she was panting and staring at several big men in red on the opposite side. Behind her, there stood a stinking child, hiding behind the woman in panic, biting her lip and trembling, as if she had been frightened.

In the clearing beside the woman, several men dressed in black lay in pools of blood, dead for a long time. It seems that there was a vicious fight here just now, and the victory and defeat have gradually become clear.

"Do you know what this place is, do you know that you have committed a capital crime?" the woman gasped, and said coldly at several red-clothed men opposite, the original white robe was almost stained red by her own blood at this time, and it looked no different from the red clothes worn by the enemy opposite.

The man in red didn't speak, as if he didn't mean to talk, just stared at the woman coldly, and slowly approached him, although the number of people was overwhelming, but he didn't dare to be careless at all, it seemed that the woman opposite was not as weak as it seemed on the outside, and the sword in his hand was also fearful.

"If you leave now, Fengyue Valley can be treated as if you haven't been here, otherwise you won't be able to leave Fengyue Valley alive!" The woman was still trying to persuade the red-clothed man on the other side to turn back, one hand tightly grasping the child behind her, the worry was self-evident, it was obvious that the child was important to her, at least more important than the black-clothed people lying on the ground.

But the man in red answered the woman with his actions, and saw that the six men in red rushed towards the woman almost at the same time, and the two swords in their hands stabbed at the woman's body one after another, and the six people and twelve swords converged into a sword shadow, fiercely facing the woman who was already full of scars!

The woman shouted, as if warning someone, and as if she was emboldened for herself, sounding a little hoarse, and then pushed away the child behind her, rushed towards the red-clothed crowd like lightning, and stabbed out the sword in her hand fiercely regardless of the defense!

Another fierce battle has begun......