After walking for a while, Elder Yang stopped and suddenly said, "Zhao Xinming, everyone has their own ambitions. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"Elder Yang, I know, but I can't accept it for a while. Zhao Xinming said in a deep voice.

"If only you could figure it out. Elder Yang nodded and said again, "The Great Zhou Dynasty is deeply rooted, and Zhou Jin is a distant relative of the royal family, so Zhao Xinhua is not wrong to do this, but the old man appreciates you more!"

"Thank you, Elder Yang. Zhao Xinming said respectfully.

"Hehe, you don't have to thank me, I just feel it. Elder Yang shook his head and continued, "How many people in the world can firm up their minds?"

Elder Yang paused for a moment and asked again, "Zhao Xinming, do you have any plans for the future?"

Zhao Xinming pondered for a moment, but shook his head. Elder Yang sighed, didn't ask any more, and kept sending Zhao Xinming out of the "Ling Tianzong" before he reflexively left.

Zhao Xinming was physically and mentally exhausted and stayed at an inn at the bottom of the mountain. Zhao Xinhua's words sounded repeatedly in his mind, and bits and pieces of the past also came to his heart, and for a moment, Zhao Xinming himself was a little shaken. As soon as this wavering appeared, Zhao Xinming was suddenly frightened, and quickly extinguished this thought, and once again strengthened his determination. Even if Zhao Xinhua doesn't want to take revenge, it's enough to bear it by himself!

Unconsciously, the artistic conception of "self-reliance" operated all over the body, which strengthened Zhao Xinming's thoughts. What about Zhou Jin's high position, what about the Great Zhou Dynasty sitting on the world, what about the big husband doing something and not doing anything, and the revenge of killing his father and mother, although tens of millions of people have gone to it! Thinking of this, Zhao Xinming suddenly had a hint of enlightenment, only he would unswervingly go on the path he chose, even if it was flesh and blood, there was also a moment of parting ways!

All the people in the world are unreliable! The more Zhao Xinming thought about it, the more he became so, and he even developed a trace of paranoia. Infinitely negating others, infinitely exalting oneself, negating the negation, the whole world was suddenly ethereal, Zhao Xinming suddenly found himself standing alone on a lonely mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, and there was no figure.

Zhao Xinming looked around on the mountain peak and shouted, "Is there anyone?"

The voice came far away, oscillating back and forth in the valley, and after waiting for a long time, no one responded. Zhao Xinming frowned and walked forward. After walking a few steps, the mountain suddenly changed, and Zhao Xinming stepped on the air with both feet and fell down suddenly. Listening to the sound of the wind in his ears, Zhao Xinming quickly observed, took up the "Star Picking" technique, moved a few times in the air, grabbed it on the stone wall, used his hands and feet together, and quickly scurried on the cliff a few times, and climbed up!

At this time, there was a sudden palpitating indifference in the room, and it was nothing more than that. This indifference spread without warning, and the hearts of everyone in the inn trembled for no reason, and they all looked at each other, their eyes full of panic. Everyone didn't know what was going on, looked around, and saw Zhao Xinming's room all palpitating. Fortunately, this feeling came and went quickly, and everyone came back to their senses and looked at Zhao Xinming's room.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment, but still ordered: "Xiao Er, you go up and see, does that guest officer need anything?"

"Okay. Xiao Er agreed, and hurriedly ran over.

On the cliff, there was a boundless grassland, and Zhao Xinming looked around for a while, but there was no one. At this moment, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and Zhao Xinming hurriedly followed the prestige, only to see a group of people rushing wildly in the dark. There were old and young, men and women in the crowd, and behind the crowd was closely followed by a group of cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty, constantly chasing and killing this group of unarmed poor people, and crazy laughter resounded through the grassland.

When Zhao Xinming saw this, his eyes were cracked, and he immediately rushed forward. The cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty immediately divided more than ten people and surrounded them. Zhao Xinming carried the "Sunset Sutra", and left no room for his fists and hands. Where are these ordinary cavalry Zhao Xinming's opponents, in less than a stick of incense, more than a dozen people died under Zhao Xinming's fist.

The crowd saw that Zhao Xinming also fled one after another, and the cavalry chased closely, slashed it with a knife, and another human head rolled down. Zhao Xinming flew up, kicked over a cavalryman, and saved a middle-aged man. The man glanced at Zhao Xinming in a panic and ran over. Zhao Xinming let out a low shout and entered the cavalry ranks. A general-looking man shouted violently, waved his sword and jumped off his horse. Zhao Xinming greeted him with a punch.

only heard a "bang", Zhao Xinming couldn't help it, and fell to the ground, only to feel a sharp pain in his forehead, and screamed to wake up. Looking up, the grassland, the crowd, and the general disappeared without a trace, and he was planted on the ground in front of the bed, bleeding from his forehead, and there was a chair next to him, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of the chair.

Zhao Xinming frowned, his heart was confused, his illusion just now was clearly a reaction to the "artistic conception", but he was the only one in the room, what was going on? Zhao Xinming was puzzled, at this moment, there was a sound of trivial footsteps outside the door, followed by a rapid knock on the door.

"Who?" Zhao Xinming's face changed and he asked in a deep voice.

The shopkeeper who was standing outside hurriedly replied: "Guest officer, I am the innkeeper." Guest, are you alright?"

Zhao Xinming opened the door and saw Xiao Er standing outside the door with his head bowed, his face suddenly eased, and he said, "Little Second Brother, I'm fine, but I slept too deeply just now, and I accidentally fell down and scratched a little skin." ”

Xiao Er looked up at Zhao Xinming, saw the wound on his forehead, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly said, "If the guest officer needs anything, please give me orders." ”

"There's a second brother Lao. Zhao Xinming shook his head and said.

"I'm sorry, officer, I'll go down now. After speaking, Xiao Er took a step back.

Zhao Xinming was puzzled in his heart, stretched out his hand to stop Xiao Er, and asked, "Little Second Brother, was there anything wrong just now?"

Xiao Er shook his head and said, "This guest officer, it's nothing, I just feel that the breath in the room has suddenly changed a little, and my shopkeeper is not at ease, so I asked me to come and have a look." ”

"There's a shopkeeper in Lao. Zhao Xinming sent Xiao Er away, and his doubts were even worse, and he secretly urged the "Sunset Sutra", and his internal strength traveled all over his body, and there was no abnormality. When the heart moves, the artistic conception of "self-suffocence" runs all over the body, and there is nothing unusual. Zhao Xinming couldn't rest assured, and stayed in the inn for more than ten days, although he didn't find the reason, but this situation never happened again, so he was relieved.

As Elder Liu's birthday approached, and the people who congratulated Elder Liu on his birthday in He, Qing, and Youzhou rushed over, several inns at the foot of the mountain were suddenly full. On this day, Zhao Xinming was about to leave, and when he thought of Zhao Xinhua, his heart stabbed again. After thinking about it, the two brothers had a fight, but Zhao Xinming still decided to say goodbye again, and from then on, they will never see each other again!