There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Completely different from her rough-looking elder brother, Zhao Xian was as her name suggests, a charming-looking girl with the unique aura of Jiangnan.

The moment she saw Wu Feng, her two rows of black and curly eyelashes trembled slightly as if frightened.

But soon, she noticed the golden knife Wu Feng was holding, and suddenly even her frail body trembled violently, and her complexion suddenly became terribly pale.

"You, you killed him?"

Although it was just a few simple words, it seemed that all the strength in her body had been exhausted, so that she had to hold on to the door frame to barely stand firm.

Wu Feng shook his head lightly: "I didn't kill him, but he died because of me. Before he died, he hoped that I could come to see you and tell you the news of his death."

Only then did Zhao Xian's expression calm down a little, but his lips still trembled uncontrollably as he listened to Wu Feng's narration of the thrilling past.

Zhao Xian didn't ask why her elder brother suddenly let go of his hatred and rescued Wu Feng from the ambush of those people. Perhaps for her, Zhao Shen's decision was not sudden, but because she had long ago It's something I foresaw.

Why didn't she go to Wu Feng secretly, wondering if there was a chance to attack her secretly, but in the end, she was rescued by Wu Feng instead, and because of this, she developed some inexplicable affection for him.

In fact, she no longer wanted to be bound by the hatred of her predecessors, and she no longer wanted to be on two hostile sides with Wu Feng.

However, before she could muster up all her courage to look for him again, he suddenly appeared in front of her, bringing such terrible news.

Wu Feng looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, her eyes were already red from crying, and he couldn't think of how to comfort her.

He just silently handed over the golden knife in his hand and the porcelain jar containing Zhao Shen's ashes, watched the other party take it gently with trembling hands, and then said again: "Your brother died because of me. If there is anything, I will take care of you."

Zhao Xian, who had been very weak from the beginning to the end, suddenly raised his head after hearing this, looked at him and said, "I don't need you to take care of me! Even if it's just me, I can live a good life!"

Sure enough, as Zhao Shen said before his death, Zhao Xian was weak on the outside, but very strong on the inside, especially now that Wu Feng knew that she had a good impression of him, so he felt a lot of emotion in his heart that she could categorically reject his proposal .

"But your brother...it's always because of me..." For this matter, Wu Feng always felt that he owed her something.

Zhao Xian looked directly into his eyes, which were clear, but revealed some kind of dissatisfaction and anger that Wu Feng couldn't understand.

"This is his own decision, and you can't blame it."

After categorically saying this sentence, Zhao Xian's tone suddenly became more severe, and then said: "But there is one more thing, I must ask you clearly."

Wu Feng was slightly surprised, but didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, waiting for her next words.

Zhao Xian stared at him without blinking, and said word by word: "Why don't you go to the Mount Tai meeting?"

Wu Feng's eyebrows moved slightly, and he looked at her with some puzzlement, wondering why she would suddenly mention the Taishan meeting.

Zhao Xian's emotions that had just calmed down were fluctuated again and again because of his seemingly indifferent expression.

She took a sudden step forward, if not for the urn and golden knife in her hand, she might have grabbed Wu Feng by the collar.

There was also a hint of accusation in her voice: "Do you know how many people died at the hands of that devil? Even my best friend, she and her parents, brothers and sisters, were all killed. Killed by that devil! You obviously received a hero card, why didn't you go to the meeting?"

In front of Wu Feng's eyes, there seemed to be another delicate figure of a young girl, and the confident words that the cool night breeze gently blew towards him echoed in his ears: "One day, I will find out who you are. What kind of person. If I can't do it, I won't be called Yuerouhong."

The person Zhao Xian was talking about must be her, right?

The beautiful girl who was smiling so sweetly not long ago has turned into a pile of loess in an instant, and Wu Feng can't help but feel lost.

But Zhao Xian's voice trembled and continued: "I have seen your martial arts with my own eyes. If you were on the top of Mount Tai that day, the devil would never be so unscrupulous. You are the descendant of the Wu family in the south of the Yangtze River. Your The ancestors also tried their best to turn the tide when they fought against the Yueheng Sect, why didn't you refuse to do like them?"

Wu Feng couldn't help being stunned. Although he had already decided not to intervene in the grievances of Jianghu, Zhao Xian's words still left an extremely heavy shadow in his heart.

"If you were there at that time, many people would not have died, and the Central Plains Wulin would not have suffered such a miserable defeat! My brother's death is indeed no fault of yours, but what about those people who died on Mount Tai? Ask yourself, is it true? without guilt?"

After saying this, with a bang, Zhao Xian turned around and entered the room, but closed the door heavily, leaving Wu Feng outside.

The death of her best friend had made her sad for many days, and now she received the news of her brother's death unexpectedly, no matter how strong she was, she couldn't bear it.

She didn't want to completely collapse in front of him, she would rather close the door and cry alone.

Wu Feng stood quietly outside the door for a long time, then turned and left a little lonely.

Ask yourself, is it really possible to be guilt-free?

After so many things happened one after another, he, who had always acted as he wanted, couldn't help becoming confused.

The heroes of the Central Plains tried their best to besiege the leader of the Demon Cult on the top of Mount Tai. Wu Feng certainly despises such actions, but is it true that everyone who was killed on the top of Mount Tai really deserved to die?

And I could have saved some people's lives, right?

The wind rolled up his sleeves. Even though he had internal strength to protect his body, he still felt a bit cold in only his single clothes.

Wu Feng raised his head and looked at the sky full of clouds. Although it was not November yet, and it was Zhenjiang City located in the south of the Yangtze River, it seemed that it was already the season of bleak autumn wind and approaching winter snow.

This year's winter seems to have come a little too early.

Thinking this way in his heart, he walked forward slowly.

As if someone was responding to his thoughts somewhere, behind him, there was a piece of white and light snowflakes gently falling down.

Thousands of miles away, the North Tianshan Mountains also had dark clouds and a strong wind. A tall man in black stood on the cliff with his hands behind his back, his long hair fluttering in the cold wind. There was a look of melancholy in his eyes.

That is the Yueheng leader who made the martial arts in the Central Plains change their colors, and even Jun Mowen who had a relationship with Wu Feng in Qingzhou.