"It's waiting until later. Murong Yu couldn't help muttering.

"I don't have anything to teach you, and now you can be regarded as an invulnerable body, if nothing else, there are only a handful of drugs that can poison you on the rivers and lakes. ”

"There seems to be something in my brother's words. ”

He Chong didn't answer him, and then said, "Poison is not the most terrible, but the most terrible is the human heart. ”

"Yes. Murong Yu bent down very respectfully, he was indeed very grateful to Senior Brother, and thanked Senior Brother for his care and cultivation.

"Don't use poison until you have to. ”

"I remember, brother. ”

"Although it is difficult to detoxify and dispense poison, it is difficult to poison, but it is more difficult than to see through the viciousness of people's hearts. Remember, remember. ”

He Chong said two things to remember in a row, turned around and left the alchemy without looking back, and walked towards the residential area.

Murong Yu stopped behind, he sat on the threshold of the alchemy room, looking at the green mountains in the distance, the mountain waves in the distance, the peaks and waves, layer upon layer, the mountains and mountains, and the ravines and valleys. The sunlight spreads scattered in the valley through the heavy dense forest, which makes people feel comfortable.

He quietly looked at the scenery in front of him, carefully comprehending what the senior brother said, thoughtfully. He knew that although the senior brother had rarely spoken for more than a year, he had also taught himself all kinds of knowledge he had learned, and he naturally knew that even the most poisonous poison in the world had an antidote to restrain it. If there really is a colorless, tasteless, and senseless poison in this world, it is a sinister human heart.

He silently took out the book of "Fengling Jue" that had been close to him for six years from his arms, this sword recipe that he had turned over countless times, and the paper had become yellowed. He had already memorized the contents of the book, and he had memorized them like a stream, and he had already practiced the moves described in the book to the point where he was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar with them.

He just didn't understand, just confused.

This sword technique is not unique in the world at all, and no one can match it.

Even, he had read no less than fifty volumes of martial arts cheats in this refining pharmacy, which were worth more than it.

Moreover, this sword recipe is only a fragment.

Yes, just a fragment.

The first half of a sword recipe.

Every time he thought of this, he couldn't understand why this sword book had brought him such a disaster, and why those people had gone to great lengths to get this fragment.

He didn't understand what it was for, and he didn't want to spend his life like this, which would make him feel extremely painful and sad, and his heart would be like a knife.

He wanted to pursue the answer, to find the confusion in his heart, while he was still young, while he could still see how prosperous this impetuous world was.

He didn't want to live in the mountains for the rest of his life.

He wanted to find a truth.

He wanted to go down.

Go down the mountain to avenge your parents, and slash your enemies.

This is his life, and it is also his mission, and he has to do it, and he has to do it.

The wind is blowing in the day, and the scenery is flowing westward. Time passed little by little, and before you knew it, it was evening.

The sunset was like blood, staining the entire sky red, and the afterglow was sprinkled all over the ground, which was beautiful.

He thought for a moment, as if he remembered something, and got up and put the sword technique in his hand on the shelves full of books in the alchemy room. Then he turned to leave, closed the door of the alchemy's room tightly, and mustered up the courage to walk towards the valley.

He didn't know why he did it, or whether he hoped that future generations would find out and benefit him for the rest of his life. Or maybe he just wanted to hide his sword trick here, away from the hustle and bustle.

。。。。。。

"Master, the disciple wants to go down the mountain. Murong Yu stood in front of his master and said respectfully.

"Have you already thought about it?"

"The disciple has already thought it through. ”

"Where are you going?"

"I want to go to Daba Mountain first, and then go west to Kunlun. ”

"Why?"

"Because I want revenge. ”

"You still can't let go of the obsession in your heart. ”

"The enmity of parents is not shared. The son does not take revenge, and neither does the son. ”

"It's still early, you go and say goodbye to your senior brother and Xiang'er, and leave early tomorrow morning." ”

"Master, the disciple is not filial, so I want to set off tonight. ”

"You are afraid that your senior brother and Xiang'er will be sad, but do you know how sad it will be if your senior brother and Xiang'er know that you will say goodbye. ”

"The disciple is not filial. ”

"It's up to you. After that, he took out a rectangular box more than one meter long from the room, opened the box, and inside was a sword, "This sword is called Qingshan Sword, ranked tenth on the list of weapons in the rivers and lakes, and it was given by an old friend in the past. ”

"The disciple didn't dare. ”

"Silly boy, take it. If you are tired and tired in the future, come back here, and this will always be your home. ”

"Master Xie. ”

。。。。。。

He packed his belongings, took the sword given by his master, and just opened the door to turn and leave. I saw Li Ningxiang standing outside the door angrily, her beautiful face was stained with tears, and her long eyelashes were full of teardrops, which made people feel inexplicably heartbroken.

"Do you just want to walk away like this, or am I not important at all in your heart, or do you not have me in your heart at all?"

"I ......" Murong Yu didn't know what to say, he just watched the other party and struggled extremely in his heart.

The two were relatively silent and silent. At this time, not far away, the senior brother accompanied the master and wanted to come over to see him off. Seeing this, the two turned to leave, perhaps they wanted to teach the two young men the rest of their time, to give them some time alone.

"How long are you going to leave?" Li Ningxiang said with a little grief.

"I don't know. ”

"And when are you going to come back?"

"I don't know. ”

"Can you not go?"

"I must go. ”

"I don't want you to go. ”

"I know. Murong Yu was silent, and after a while, said, "I will come back as soon as possible." “

"I'll give it to you. Li Ningxiang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, then took Murong Yu's arm and walked out of the valley.

"I will be back as soon as possible. ”

"I believe in you. Li Ningxiang took off the jade pendant around her neck and hung it on Murong Yu's neck, "This is the jade pendant left to me by my parents, you have to protect it well, don't take it off, when I am away, I will have it to take care of you for me." ”

"I will. ”

。。。。。。

The night is deep and the moonlight is cold, the vast and deep night sky is full of stars, the mountains are unusually quiet, the breeze blows very refreshingly, and the low chirp of insects is endless.

Follow the vaguely recognizable path and move forward.

This year, he was fourteen years old.

This year, he went down the mountain.

The sword comes out of the green mountains.

Sharp.

No more hiding.