There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

The other one, which is almost identical to the hero sticker sent to Yue Lian, is now packed in an exquisite envelope, and is solemnly held in the hand of a Kunlun disciple.

His task is to send this post to the descendants of the Wu family in Jiangnan.

The Wu family in the south of the Yangtze River is a legendary family in the martial arts world.

The Wu family has a small population, and in this generation, there is only one descendant left.

However, in each generation of the Wu family, there will be children who sing and let go in the rivers and lakes, and make some impressive careers.

According to legend, members of the Wu family are all extremely skilled in martial arts, and they are arrogant and arrogant, and they don't take worldly views seriously.

Perhaps, the more such a person is, the easier it is to attract jealousy, so over the hundreds of years, as many legendary figures as there have been in the Wu family, there will be enemies several times more than this number.

However, the last descendant of the Wu family seldom set foot in the rivers and lakes, but lived in seclusion in this corner of the south of the Yangtze River, and few people even saw his true face.

The Kunlun disciple who delivered the letter was as curious as anyone else in the rivers and lakes, wanting to know what kind of person lived on this lonely peak.

The mountain is not very steep, but there are several places where you need lightness kung fu to fly across the air.

Even a Kunlun disciple who is good at lightness kung fu has to use all his kung fu when he is flying across, and he is still the most outstanding in his sect, otherwise he would not be entrusted with such an important task by the head of the sect.

The Kunlun disciple turned his body slightly, looked at the dangerous peak that he had just flown over, and couldn't help wiping off his cold sweat. He really didn't know how the people who lived on this mountain usually went up and down.

The higher you go, the better the scenery. Even with the heavy responsibility, the Kunlun disciple is still fascinated by the beautiful scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, and he can't help standing and watching several times.

Suddenly he heard the sound of water beside him like thunder, he hurried to follow the sound, turned around the valley, and saw a waterfall pouring down from the peak, after several turns in the middle, the waves splashed on the rocks like snow, and finally fell to the ground. Inject into the deep pool at the bottom of the peak.

The sunlight is just right, reflecting on the turning and falling waterfall, it turns into colorful colors, making people doubt that they are in a fairyland.

The Kunlun disciple walked all the way, sighing in his heart all the way.

Although Kunlun Mountain is also beautiful, the most beautiful peaks in the entire range are often too dangerous to set foot in. Looking at it now, they are not as good as Liupu Peak where the descendant of the Wu family lives.

He tried his best to cross the danger several times and finally reached the peak, panting and sweating profusely.

However, there is a forest of flowers and trees on the top of the peak, and it is midsummer. The flowers on those trees have withered, but the branches and leaves are still lush, which adds a bit of elegance and tranquility to the few wooden houses hidden in the depths.

This is the Feixue Rock where the descendants of the Wu family lived.

The Kunlun disciples did not dare to trespass, so they stood still outside the flower grove, cleared their throats, and said in a loud voice: "My next Kunlun disciple, He Ling, was ordered by the head of the Seven Sects to meet with the descendants of the Wu family and present him with a Martial Arts Hero sticker one."

His voice came into the forest clearly, but no one answered for a long time.

He Ling took a deep breath, and was about to speak again, but suddenly heard a soft "Dang" from behind Hualin, but it was like the sound of weapons colliding.

Startled slightly in her heart, He Ling hurriedly jumped up and ran towards the direction of the sound.

Turning around the wooden house and the flower forest, I suddenly heard the sound of water again, but it was not like the thunderous rumble heard in the middle of the mountain.

It turns out that behind the flower forest and the wooden house, there is another world. The mountain spring gushes out from the rock, which is the source of the waterfall that gushed thousands of miles just now.

Next to the spring is a stone table and stone bench, on which a criss-cross chessboard is engraved, with black and white scattered on it, and the endgame is still unsolved.

However, it was the two people standing opposite each other that first attracted He Ling's attention.

One of them stood with his back to He Ling, and the clean white clothes on his body were gently blown by the wind, making his slightly thin figure look like a fairy.

Although it was the scorching July, just looking at this man's back and his standing posture made He Ling feel peaceful and cool in his heart. .

On the opposite side of this person stood a big man with a beard and hair. He had a look of displeasure, anger, and surprise on his face. The golden knife trembled slightly.

Seeing this golden knife, He Ling suddenly realized who this big man was.

He should be Zhao Xin, the golden sword. He once wiped out a group of bandits on the Taihang Mountain with his own strength, and he is recognized as a first-class master in the Jianghu.

But judging by his expression, could it be that he lost to the thin man in white in front of him?

He Ling was in a state of astonishment when he suddenly heard Zhao Shen say: "I have been defeated by your sword several times, but you didn't kill me. Now I want to kill myself, why do you want to stop me?"

His voice was slightly hoarse and trembling, which showed that he was extremely excited.

The man in white sighed softly and said, "I don't seem to need to explain to you."

His voice was soft and graceful, and this opening actually suppressed the sound of running water beside him, making He Ling couldn't help but feel that the other party must be a gentle and beautiful man.

Zhao Shen, however, became a little annoyed, and suddenly raised the golden knife in his hand, making He Ling almost think that he was going to strike suddenly, and couldn't help worrying about the man in white for a moment.

However, the man in white didn't move at all, and Zhao Xin's golden knife only waved and pointed at his face.

Only Zhao Xin said bitterly: "How can you be so strange? Don't ask anything, don't explain anything. Don't ask me why I must kill you, don't ask what kind of enmity the Wu family has with me, You have repeatedly slashed the sword and spared my life, but now you don’t allow me to ask why. You know that I will come to kill you again, but you save me, what do you want?"

In just a few words, his complicated mood has been clearly revealed.

The man in white still looked at him calmly, and after a while, he said softly: "Is it important to ask the reason clearly? Will it be effective to explain it with words? If so, why are there so many grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes?" Resentment? I know you want to kill me, but I don't want you to die, that's enough. All I can control is my own actions, and I don't want to interfere with others. So I don't kill you, but you want to How you do it is your freedom."

He was indeed a strange person.

He Ling couldn't help thinking in his heart, wanting to know more and more what the man in white looks like.

Although he hasn't revealed his identity yet, he should be the last heir of the Wu family, right?