When Luo Junan fled north, he passed by Huashan. Luo Junan looked at the precipitous, towering Huashan in the clouds, this is the Huashan he thinks about day and night, and it is now close in front of him. Luo Junan stood at the crossroads with a hat and a sword, looking at the Delong Inn. After the fall of the Huashan faction, the shopkeeper of the Delong Inn put away his business. The doorway of the Delong Inn is covered with cobwebs. The city gate caught fire, affecting the fish in the pond. The Delong Inn is all dilapidated like this, not to mention the Huashan faction, which is regarded as a thorn in the side by the Kongtong faction and many sects. Luo Junan wiped away his tears, held his sword and continued to walk towards the quilt. Luo Junan walked for a while and disappeared into the woods on a hill.

In the past few days, Luo Junan has been trying to pick up remote and sparsely populated paths to reduce the chance of being discovered. Luo Junan stood on the peak of the hill, looking at Huashan Mountain faintly towering in the sky under the starry sky. In the dark night, Luo Junan could only see the outline of Huashan. Through his own memories that were always churning in his mind, Luo Junan depicted on the dark mountain where he practiced with his brothers and disciples of the Huashan School, where he played, and where he set off fireworks. Luo Junan depicted the specific pictures of the Huashan faction houses and practice grounds on the dark Huashan Mountain in his mind, and then extended this picture to distant historical memories. In the year when the Huashan faction was founded, the heads of the Huashan faction for generations, and then slowly came to the time when they followed the master to practice martial arts and play with their senior brothers. A person suddenly emerged from the mind that had been suppressed by Luo Junan for a long time. He is the person with the highest martial arts among their brothers and sisters, and he is the one who has experienced the most ups and downs among them, but he was confused by the demon girl early, and since then he has embarked on the road of no return, ruined his family, and ruined his life.

Luo Junan raised his head and looked up at the sky of the seven stars in the north. The seven brothers and sisters once said that they were the Big Dipper in the sky, forever connected to each other. Now the Big Dipper in the sky is still brightly dotted in the night, and his seven brothers are now only him and Chai Zhiheng, and Chai Zhiheng's life and death are still uncertain. Zhou Qinghai once said that he was the star in the middle, next to Luo Junan. When Luo Junan went astray for Zhou Qinghai again, he suddenly thought that he was not having the same experience as the fourth senior brother now, could it be that the fourth senior brother was also framed by others, which led to his disrepute and finally fell into the valley of no man's land and died. Luo Junan's body trembled, how much he believed that this was true, and how much he hoped that it was fake. If it is true, then the fourth senior brother is not a bad person, he has not tarnished the reputation of the Huashan faction, but the master and the six of them are not ashamed of the fourth senior brother, when the fourth senior brother and his family were persecuted, they only took pity on one side, and no one stepped in to help the fourth senior brother, and returned the fourth senior brother justice. Not to mention, after the death of the fourth senior brother, the entire Huashan faction was silent, and the fourth senior brother was either driven out of their minds or suppressed in a dark corner, no one ever thought of him, no one ever went to pay tribute to the fourth senior brother, so that the fourth senior brother was still lonely after his death, and endured the pain of being framed and abandoned by others.

Luo Junan's body trembled even more, and Luo Junan's paralyzed body knelt on the ground. Luo Junan looked at Zhou Qinghai in the Big Dipper with tears in his eyes. Luo Junan's head hit the ground "bang, bang" on the ground. Luo Junan's forehead was broken, leaving bright red blood stains on the ground. Luo Junan jumped up from the ground, pulled out the sword in his hand, and cut off all the branches and leaves of a tree, leaving only a bare tree. After Luo Junan finished cutting the branches and leaves of the tree, he plunged his sword into the dirt on the mountain and into the stone under the dirt. Luo Jun's anger towards himself and guilt towards Zhou Qinghai were still not eliminated, and he drew his sword from the stone and dirt, cutting the bare tree into two pieces. The trees fell with a bang, making a roaring sound in the silent mountains. The little bird beside the tree woke up from its sleep and flew desperately into the sky, flying farther and farther in the bright moonlight. Luo Junan licked his tongue, as if he wanted to drink his own blood. Luo Junan slowly raised his sword, looked at his sword coldly, and then stretched the sword towards his neck. Luo Junan raised his head so that the sword could be wiped against his neck. Luo Junan raised his head and saw Huashan. Luo Junan stopped his sword in front of his neck. Luo Junan said to himself, I know the news that the fourth senior brother was framed, but my master and the ancestors of the Huashan faction don't know, I have to go to the grave of the Huashan faction to explain to them one by one, saying that the fourth senior brother is a good disciple of our Huashan faction, and we listened to the slander of others and misunderstood the fourth senior brother. Luo Junan told himself that he was going to die anyway, and no matter what kind of risk he would face if he went to Huashan, he didn't care. Luo Junan lifted his sword and rushed down the mountain. Luo Junan encountered several cutting trees, encountering grass cutting grass, and killed a neat path from the mountain along the way. Luo Junan came to the door of the Delong Inn again. Luo Junan stopped at this place, the iron ring on the door of the Delong Inn was rusty, and it was quiet inside. Luo Junan carefully looked at the Delong Inn for a while, and then strode towards Huashan.

A gust of wind blew, and the trees on Huashan and the surrounding trees rustled, like whimpering souls. To Luo Junan's ears, this rustling sound was the complaint and accusation against him by the unjustly killed brother of the Huashan faction. Along the way, on the silent road, only this eerie voice, Luo Junan's footsteps, and the silent moonlight in the sky accompanied him. When he was about to arrive at the Huashan faction, Luo Junan seemed to hear a human voice coming from the Huashan faction. Luo Junan woke up from the confusion. Luo Junan looked down the road, and where he could see with his eyesight, he didn't see a person or hear a person's movement. Luo Junan pulled out his sword, held the sword in his hand, and tiptoed along the cliff towards Mount Hua. At this time, Luo Junan thought as he walked, the Huashan faction had been destroyed, and the Kongtong faction was still rampantly in charge of the martial arts, how could the disciples of the Huashan faction rebuild Huashan so quickly, so who was in the Huashan faction now? It is the residents around Huashan, it is impossible. Luo Junan quickly denied his opinion, in the eyes of the surrounding residents, the Huashan faction was a sacred holy place, and they would come on pilgrimage, but they would not live here. Could it be that the bandits or robbers occupied the mountain as the king and occupied the Huashan faction after the fall of the Huashan faction. Whatever the situation, he had to be careful to find out.