There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Murong Xuefei recalled his experience when he was young, and couldn't help feeling very emotional.

But it was the half a year of learning swords from that strange man that he really regained a little bit of his previous over-the-top temperament. At the same time, it also made his observation ability more nuanced, and his analysis of things became more precise and reasonable.

After all, during that period of time, he was trying every means to deduce the identity and history of the other party and the past events he had experienced from the weird person's speech and behavior every day.

It only took him more than half a year to master that set of swordsmanship, and even the weirdo couldn't help but praise him a few words "good talent", and then drove him away unceremoniously.

Murong Xuefei had always had a good temper and got along very well with all kinds of people, so although the weird man kept his words to a minimum and tried to keep a distance from him, he was still affected a little unconsciously.

Perhaps it was because he felt that if he kept him by his side, those past events that he didn't want to bring up would one day be hidden, so the weirdo almost couldn't wait to drive him away, and at the same time, he was strictly forbidden to ask anyone. People reveal their whereabouts.

Murong Xuefei already understood the weird person's temper very well, and knew that since it was the other party's decision, no matter how hard he tried, he would never soften his heart.

Anyway, as long as "Qingzuo" is still here, that weird man won't go anywhere, and I can visit him anytime in the future.

Murong Xuefei bid farewell to that strange man, feeling rather reluctant in his heart, but at the moment when he was about to leave the other party's sight, the strange man suddenly called out to stop him.

When he turned his head, silver light suddenly spread all over his eyes, and a somewhat strange sword had been thrown in front of him.

Murong Xuefei stretched out his hand to catch it completely out of instinct, and then he realized why his first impression of it was strange.

The blade is very flexible, like moonlight or flowing water when it dances, it can be bent at will without breaking, and its length is between ordinary long swords and daggers, but about two feet.

It stands to reason that such a length would have some disadvantages against the enemy, but for some reason, Murong Xuefei felt that this was just right.

The swordsmanship taught to him by the strange man was too powerful, especially the last move, as long as it was shot, it would inevitably be bloody, and it was an irresistible decisive move.

Such a powerful swordsmanship, if you use a sword of ordinary length, will only be more decisive and there is no room for change. Even if the mover is kind, it will be difficult to control the long sword in his hand in time, and in the end it may no longer be controlled by humans Sword, but is affected by the terrifying swordsmanship like hell Shura.

The length and flexibility of the soft sword just made up for this shortcoming.

The combination of rigidity and softness, because the length is not enough, so there is still a little room for each move, whether to advance or retreat, whether to live or die, all depends on the sword-wielder's mind.

Murong Xuefei quickly realized the benefits of that sword, and couldn't help but stare at the strange man with shining eyes, making the strange man in a daze for no reason.

"That sword belongs to an old friend, and I will give it to you in the future."

Surprised and pleasantly surprised, Murong Xuefei couldn't help asking: "Really? Why?"

Since it belongs to an old friend, how could it be easily given away?

In fact, he had already guessed some clues in his heart. I am afraid that the original owner of this sword is the person who the weirdo said is very similar to himself?

Sure enough, the weirdo hesitated for a long time before gently answering: "It is destined to be with you, and it shouldn't be buried here with me."

The word "destiny" sums up the friendship between Murong Xuefei, that strange man and this soft sword, and in the final analysis, the word "destiny" still falls on his appearance.

Murong Xuefei suddenly remembered that at the Sanfen Restaurant before, the owner and the shop assistants had looked at him with some surprise and nostalgia.

The guy said he looked like one of their regular customers?

That regular customer hasn't been to Sanfen Restaurant for nearly 20 years?

That strange person in the valley, when Murong Xuefei met him, he seemed to have been living in seclusion for more than ten years, plus the five years since Murong Xuefei left, wouldn't it be exactly 20 years?

Could it be that the weirdo and the people from Sanfen Restaurant both know the same person?

Murong Xuefei's heart couldn't help beating "poundingly", feeling that there was some kind of providence in the dark, he never thought that these people who live in different places and have different identities and experiences have all had contact with that person.

And I have met them one after another, and learned a few words about that person from their mouths, it seems that I can only use "fate" to describe the wonder of this.

According to the clerk at Sanfen Restaurant, that person seems to be surnamed Wu?

Murong Xuefei had something on his mind, so he stopped lingering and coveting the scenery along the way, but rushed towards Tianshan without stopping.

The Tianshan mountain range is extremely wide, divided into three routes: south, middle and north, but after all, it is close to the Western Regions, so not many sects of the Jianghu have a foothold here.

After Murong Xuefei thought about it, only the Tianshan School is the most likely.

On the one hand, the Tianshan School and the Shaolin School are both one of the seven sects, and some contacts with each other are very normal, so it is possible to try to go to Shaolin to warn the police at the risk of being hunted down by a masked man in black.

On the other hand, the appearance and attire of those deceased were the same as those of the Central Plains people, but many of the people living in the Tianshan Mountains were of Hu descent. Both their appearance and clothing were very different from those of the Central Plains. , although living in the southern Tianshan area, all aspects of life and customs still maintain the habits of the Central Plains.

So he decided to go to the Tianshan faction first to find out if he knew the identities of those dead.

But in an inn in a small town near the southern foot of the Tianshan Mountain, Murong Xuefei heard some whispers from the locals. They seemed to be suspicious of what happened to the Tianshan faction, because no one came down from the mountain to buy supplies recently. .

Murong Xuefei couldn't help frowning, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

If the deceased was really a member of the Tianshan faction, and if something happened to the entire Tianshan faction, the instigator might still be near the South Tianshan Mountain, and he had to be more cautious during his trip.

After a brief rest in the small town, Murong Xuefei didn't get dressed until midnight, quietly left the inn, and went straight to the Tianshan faction located in the middle of the South Tianshan Mountain.

It was spring, and the snow on the mountain had already melted away. From a distance, the top of the mountain was still silvery white, reflecting the cool light under the bright moonlight.

The gate of the Tianshan School arrived in no time, but there was no one guarding it.

In the dead of night, the mountain gate was opened, and looking up, I could only see a few dark houses, without the slightest light shining through, and it was as quiet as if I had stepped into a dead place.