There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Even if Jun Mowen was the only one left, the masters of the Central Plains martial arts still didn't dare to act rashly. They could only watch the people from the Moon Soul Organization retreat in an orderly manner, but they couldn't chase and stop them.

Jun Mowen didn't say much more, he watched the Yuehun Cultists evacuate from Qingcheng with cold eyes, and at the same time monitored the movements of the various factions in the Central Plains martial arts.

Murong Xuefei's attention was always focused on Yue Wuque's body. Seeing this situation, he immediately stepped forward and shouted anxiously: "Senior, where are you taking him?"

Jun Mowen's footsteps paused slightly, as if he didn't want to stay at first, but changed his mind in an instant, and finally turned his head to look at him, and then said lightly: "The dead is dead, I want to take him Where, what else has it to do with you?"

Murong Xuefei was immediately speechless by his question.

Yes, I am clearly the culprit who killed the other party. Thinking of Jun Mowen’s relationship with Yue Wuqian, it would be a surprise if he didn’t kill himself to avenge his nephew. Are you qualified to ask where they are going?

However, since Yue Wuque's death, the missing gap in his heart has grown bigger and bigger, and it contains endless frustration and remorse, which makes him have an urge to do something to fill it up The emptiness and loss of that corner.

But before he could think clearly, Jun Mowen strode forward, his black clothes fluttering, and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes in an instant.

Murong Xuefei stood there in a daze, feeling his mind was muddled and unable to think about anything, but there was still the faint and tired smile on Yue Wuque's face from the last glance before his eyes.

He suddenly remembered what Jun Mowen said, did Yue Wuque know that something bad would happen to him, so he asked Jun Mowen to replace him to settle the Moon Soul Cultists?

Could it be that, for this battle, he already had the will to die?

Suddenly, someone grabbed Murong Xuefei by the collar and shook it violently. Only then did he regain his senses from the trance, and found that the person standing in front of him was the second sister Murong Hui with red eyes. .

"You killed him! You just killed him like this? He has always been very different to you. Even in the decisive battle just now, he didn't use his full strength. Why don't you give him a chance and listen to his explanation? , just kill him like this?"

Murong Xuefei only felt sour in his heart, and it was difficult to answer for a moment.

It turned out that even a third party could see Yue Wuque's friendship and tolerance towards him?

He refused to give up revenge, but he was even more unwilling to step on his own body to complete his revenge plan, so in the end, he would rather sacrifice his life to achieve the balance between the two.

He neither failed to live up to the soul of Yuehengjiao who died innocently and tragically 20 years ago, nor did he fail to live up to the confidant feelings with himself.

"enough!"

Murong Lan who rushed over hurriedly grabbed Murong Hui, who was already a little unreasonable, with a livid face, then glanced around, and then reprimanded in a low voice: "What time is it now, and where is this place? Where is Murong's family? Yue Wuque is the one who killed father, shouldn't he be killed?"

After that, he patted Murong Xuefei's shoulder in relief, and said, "Third Brother, you are right."

However, her words intended to comfort, made Murong Xuefei feel more sad than Murong Hui's groundless blame.

He killed the person he cared about with his own hands, and the deep self-blame and remorse have been eating away at his heart. The last thing he wants to hear now is for someone who doesn't understand the pain in his heart to say lightly, "What did you do?" right".

Although in the eyes of the martial arts factions in the Central Plains, and in the eyes of the eldest sister Murong Lan, this is indeed the case.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw many people walking towards this side, and Murong Xuefei sensitively realized that most of them would also come to say some words of praise to him.

But no matter what, he was unwilling to stay for a moment longer. His body had already started to move before his consciousness, and he rushed out suddenly, rushing down Mount Qingcheng, leaving only one unexplainable sentence to his two sisters: "I want to be alone. quiet."

Although such behavior would make people from other sects find it abnormal, Murong Xuefei believes that the elder sister will be able to handle inquiries from various sects with ease, unlike himself, who always hates such occasions of hypocrisy and obedience.

As for where to go, Murong Xuefeishang had no idea at first, but as the scenery of Mount Qingcheng flew by and was blown by the cool breeze from the mountain, a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

He was going to North Tianshan, which was the place where he had agreed to travel with Yue Wuque, and it was also the place where he was born and raised.

The grievances and resentments between Yuehengjiao, Yuehun and the Central Plains martial arts, as well as the bloody storms over the past few decades, also all originated from there.

Although Jun Mowen didn't say where they would take Yue Wuque's body, Murong Xuefei believed that they must also return to North Tianshan, after all, it was their common hometown.

He was going to find them, although it was useless, but there were some things he still hoped to tell him in front of Yue Wuque's tomb.

As soon as this idea came up, it immediately became uncontrollable like a prairie fire. Murong Xuefei decided on his own direction without any hesitation.

His soft sword was left on Yue Wuque's body. For some unknown reason, Jun Mowen didn't pull it out, but took it away together.

But to Murong Xuefei, it doesn't matter whether he has a sword or not.

For a master like him, most villains can't pose a threat to him. Even without a sword, he can easily win, and if he really meets an opponent whose strength is higher than him...

Murong Xuefei smiled a little self-consciously, how many people like this are left in the world?

If they do meet, so what if they give this life to the other party?

Ever since he killed Yue Wuque with his own hands, although his appearance is still unparalleled, his heart has long been as cold as dead ashes, and as calm as an ancient well.

The sun rises and the moon sets, the vicissitudes of the sea, Murong Xuefei feels like a hasty passerby, the customs and customs of the Central Plains that he was very interested in, but now he has lost all luster in his eyes.

Those willows and willows, fishing boats and cooking smoke, beautiful or quiet, majestic or magnificent scenery, have nothing to do with him.

Summer came to an end, and when he finally arrived near Beitian Mountain, it was already early autumn.

Murong Xuefei was blocked by Moon Soul Cultists before he entered the Northern Tianshan Domain.

Recognizing that he was the master of the Central Plains who killed his leader, those Moon Soul Cultists were instantly outraged.

But maybe they obeyed Jun Mowen's order, they didn't attack immediately, they just prevented Murong Xuefei from entering Beitian Mountain.