There was a night breeze blowing gently, blowing across the top of the cliff where Yang Xiaoling had just stood, and even the last trace of his breath left here was finally taken away by the wind. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the empty mountain, there are no people for a long time, and only the cold mountain wind is still whimpering in the cold night.

However, a moment later, on a hill not far from where Yang Xiaoling jumped off the cliff, two other black-clothed men slowly appeared.

They can see the scene that has just happened clearly, but they are only limited to seeing it clearly.

They wouldn't understand the grief in Yang Xiaoling's heart, and they didn't think about stopping him.

They just stood there all the time, and there seemed to be no trace of sympathy on their faces all the while, let alone stop it. Because, it has nothing to do with them in the first place.

The two men stood one after the other, keeping a delicate distance from each other, and it was clear that they were not friends.

The cold mountain breeze silently brushed their long hair, which had turned a little gray on their sideburns. Perhaps even they themselves were unaware of it, but time had secretly imprinted many shallow fine lines in the corners of their eyes.

The dark night sky reflected their faces, two faces that had long been vicissitudes of time. And whether their hearts have also become desolate?

"We're getting old after all, ......," the man standing in front of him suddenly sighed sadly, "I'm so old that I'm starting to feel tired of it."

"Who says it's not......", the man in the rear also sighed: "If you think about it, although we won everything, we lost to time in the end, which may be our greatest sorrow."

"Sad...... , haha......", the man in front of him smiled in a low voice and muttered: "When I was young, I always wanted to prove something to others, but when I proved it, that person had already left me forever, and then I suddenly realized that I had always just wanted to prove it to myself."

The man's eyes looked straight at the top of the cliff where Yang Xiaoling was standing just now, and a few tears gradually flowed from the corners of his eyes.

After a while, he slowly turned around and asked the man behind him, "What about you, I don't know what you think in your heart at this time?"

"I ......", the man in the back was stunned, and at a certain moment, there was a brief confusion on his face, and he was silent for a while before he spoke: "Once, I have been living in inferiority and resentment. Therefore, in order to get the power that I have been longing for in my heart, I did whatever it took to poison my closest senior brother, but to this day, when I am in charge of the number one sect in martial arts, I still feel so confused."

The man in front of him said silently: "The world says that power is the most illusory thing in the world, but I think that power is the most poisonous poison, otherwise, why is each of us trapped in the whirlpool of power and can't extricate ourselves"?

The man in the rear answered: "Yes, the thirst for power is a sword hidden in the hearts of people, and we are only victims under this sword."

The man in front sighed, turned around again, and said lightly: "I've always wanted to ask you, have you ever regretted it?"

"Regret ......", the man in the back was a little surprised, he really couldn't imagine that the person in front of him would mention the word regret. He thought about it for a long time and said seriously: "I have never regretted it."

After a pause, he asked the other party again: "What about you, you mentioned regret, don't you regret what you did in the first place?"

The man in front of him slowly shook his head and said, "I have never regretted it, but if I can go back to the beginning, I will definitely treat the people and things around me with a different mentality, maybe in that case, my choice will be different."

The man in the back said lightly: "But that's just an if"?

"Indeed, ......," said the man in front of him with a wry smile, "that's just an if."

It was late at night, but they were still standing there, and they didn't seem to feel cold.

Who are they?

Why don't they understand a word but themselves?

The man in the back suddenly said in a deep voice: "Lord, do you think what we are doing is right or wrong?"

Probably, he had thought about it countless times, but only said it tonight.

"Right or wrong...... the man in front of him kept repeating these four words, and after a while, he said: "There is no right or wrong in the world, it's just that people's positions are different and what they pursue in their hearts are different."

The man in the rear said: "That is, everyone thinks that they are right".

The man in front of him turned his back to him and nodded, "That's right."

The man in the back then asked, "If everyone is right, who is wrong?"

The man in front of him was silent and did not answer, and he could not answer at all.

After saying all this, the man in the rear finally felt bored, so he changed the topic and said, "What should we do next?"

The man in front of him replied slowly: "In a few days, according to what we agreed before, let your nephew go to Luoxue Valley to propose marriage for the second time."

The man in the back was a little surprised for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do we really want to do this"?

The man in front of him said in a very resolute tone, noncommittally: "Of course."

The man in the back smiled bitterly and said in surprise: "But ......."

But before he could finish speaking, the man in front of him immediately interrupted: "But what?"

The man in the back said slowly: "However, it is only more than half a month before the wedding of Yang Xiaofeng and Luo Qingxue, and I am afraid it is not appropriate to go to Luoxue Valley to propose marriage at this time."

The man in front of him asked coldly, "So what?"

The man in the back was embarrassed: "I don't think we should be too hasty about my nephew's visit to Luoxue Valley to propose marriage, otherwise, I am afraid that people will detect the clues and then suspect us, which is not good."

The man in front of him asked emotionlessly: "Then in your opinion, at this moment, do we have a better choice?"

The face of the man in the back froze, he thought about it for a long time, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "No."

The man in front of him said indifferently: "That's it, since we have come this far, we must continue to walk, because we have no other choice."

The man in the rear was silent and said, "What about Yang Xiaofeng, I'm afraid that sooner or later he will harm our business, after all, he..." Although he has left Luoxue Valley, he has already visited Luo Qingxue, and the most important thing is that Luo Qingxue has always had him in his heart. Therefore, as long as he is alive, I see this matter of going to the Falling Snow Valley to propose marriage ......."

He didn't say any more about the rest of the words, but the meaning of his words was really clear.

The man in front said lightly: "Xiaofeng's side will slow down first, don't we still want him to recover some vitality and then use the Fengyue Sect to help us deal with Falling Snow Valley." Besides, he doesn't pose a threat to us anytime soon. However, we must not be careless, and we must act in a spirit."

The man in the back was silent, and after a moment he said, "Although we already have a plan, what if something happens?"

"If that's the case, I'll try to get rid of it, but for Xiaofeng, I can let it go at this time."

The man in the rear was still a little uneasy, and asked tentatively, "What if there is any accident in the matter of the Blood Moon Mountain Alliance...... In short, if this matter fails, I don't know when the Lord intends to attack Yang Xiaofeng, does he have a definite plan?"

The man in front looked up and saw that the night was like paint, and the sky was like a hungry beast, devouring everything in the world.

He turned around, walked back slowly, and said coldly as he passed by the man behind him: "Going to Luoxue Valley to propose marriage is the best plan to get rid of Xiaofeng."

"But ......", the man in the rear was still a little uneasy, and asked: "What about Luo Wenbin, will he really be at the mercy of us?"

"Luo Wenbin ......", the man in front sneered, and said as he walked: "Luo Wenbin is not worried at all."

The man in the rear was still a little worried, and asked, "Why?"

The man in front of him didn't speak anymore, and walked away slowly, and in a few moments, his figure had completely disappeared into the night.

Only then did I hear his voice coming from afar. The voice was a little joking, and said quite sarcastically: "Luo Wenbin did have the capital to oppose us before, but from the moment he shot at Xiaofeng at his daughter's wedding, he had already lost this capital. At this time, he has no choice but to be obedient."

"There is no choice...... , hehe......".

Hearing this, the man behind couldn't help but smile bitterly twice. There was a faint smile, a little helplessness, and a little sadness.

In fact, for himself, it is not the same.

The man was far away, and he was the only one left here.

He looked at the deep valley in front of him with a blank gaze, and after a long time, he suddenly smiled melancholy, and said in a low voice: "Senior brother, after twenty years, you finally have a companion today."

Under the cover of the dark night, no one saw that when he said this, the look on his face was so painful, and even mixed with a trace of fear.

Is it that he has done something wrong, and those who have done something wrong have always been a little afraid.

After standing there for a moment, he finally turned and walked away.

The direction the man walked in was exactly where the lights were just now, but at this moment, there was only darkness left, was it that those few faint fires had already been blown out by the night wind!

After a while, a few wisps of white mist gradually rose in the dark valley behind, winding and rising, thicker and thicker, and slowly, the entire mountain was completely engulfed by the thick fog.