There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Hearing what the man in white said, Zhao Xin stood there in a daze for a long time, the muscles on his face twitched lightly, as if he was struggling endlessly in his heart.

Finally, he suddenly threw the golden knife in his hand towards the waterfall beside him.

However, the man in white moved suddenly, and his figure was like a light smoke, which made He Ling suspect that he was just mistaken for a moment.

When I looked again, the man in white was obviously still standing there, but he had the golden knife in his hand.

He was able to come first and get back the golden knife before it was thrown into the waterfall. This kind of light work is really rare in the world.

He Ling couldn't help opening his eyes wide, only thinking that this white-clothed man might already be above the head of his sect in terms of lightness kung fu.

"You..." Zhao Xin was speechless for a moment.

He was already disheartened, knowing that with his own martial arts, he would never be able to take revenge, and after hearing what the man in white said, he no longer wanted to take revenge.

However, he was still somewhat ashamed of his ancestors in this way, so he simply discarded the family's golden knife in a moment of emotional agitation, but unexpectedly the man in white picked it up again.

After a while, he finally said in frustration: "The knife is mine, so throw it away as you like. Don't you not interfere with other people's actions? Why do you want to do this again?"

The man in white didn't mind his harsh tone, he just turned the handle of the knife upside down slightly, handed it to him, and said, "You might regret it."

After staring at him for a while, Zhao Xin finally took the golden knife without saying a word, and strode down the mountain. When he passed by He Ling, he went straight without even looking at him.

The man in white still stood there, and after a long while, he looked away from the flowing clouds in the sky, turned around halfway, and his clear eyes were fixed on He Ling's face. It seemed that he had known that someone was around snoop.

Stared at by such clear eyes, He Ling's whole body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help being stunned.

The man in white was peerless, more outstanding than he could have imagined, so that He Ling couldn't look away, and could only stare at him blankly, while the man in white just looked at him silently. , and did not speak in a hurry.

It took a long time for He Ling to realize his impoliteness, and hurriedly cupped his fists in salute, and said, "I, my Kunlun disciple, He Ling, may I ask... are you the descendant of the Wu family, Wu Feng?"

Shocked by the opponent's peerless demeanor and superb martial arts, he felt ashamed for a while, and stuttered unconsciously, feeling slightly embarrassed in his heart.

The man in white still had a peaceful expression on his face, he nodded slightly, and said, "I already know why you're here, but I won't accept this hero post."

It turned out that he had already heard what he said just now outside the forest. He Ling suddenly realized, and couldn't help but asked anxiously: "Why?"

The man in white, Wu Feng, the last descendant of the Jiangnan Wu family, suddenly smiled slightly and said, "You all like to ask so many why."

When he was not smiling, his face was cold, reminiscent of a lone star in the sky, but now when he smiled, he felt like a spring breeze.

He Ling couldn't help relaxing, and even followed him with a smile, and then said: "I am here by order of the head of the Seven Sects. Since your honor refuses to accept this hero post, I will naturally ask why, so that I can report back." A few masters."

Wu Feng's gaze turned to the mountain spring beside him, with a calm expression on his face, floating like a fairy, and after a while he slowly opened his mouth and said: "I am not a hero, and I don't want to ask more about Jianghu."

"However," He Ling hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly said, "The purpose of this Mount Tai meeting is to deal with the Yueheng Sect Master. I heard that many years ago, the Wu family had contributed a lot in the battle with the Yueheng Sect. Why now? But you want to refuse?"

"That happened many years ago. Besides, since the Seven Sects are widely distributing hero posters, they should already have a plan in mind. There are countless capable people in the world of martial arts. What does it matter if we are missing our Wu family?"

"This..." He Ling couldn't help being speechless.

Even so, he came here on orders.Now that the other party is not even willing to accept the hero post, how should I explain it?

He Ling couldn't help showing some embarrassment on his face.

But the strange thing is, although it was the other party who put him in such a predicament, he didn't blame Wu Feng in his heart.

Being able to live in this fairyland-like place, invite friends to play chess, drink and discuss martial arts every day, this is really an extremely pleasant life.

If it was him himself, I'm afraid he wouldn't want to get involved in the bloody rivers and lakes anymore, would he?

He Ling hesitated in his heart, but Wu Feng's bright eyes had been fixed on his face. Suddenly, he sighed again, stretched out his hand and said, "Forget it, just take it here."

He Ling was stunned again, staring at the other party involuntarily, speechless.

Since he had already rejected it outright, why did he suddenly change his mind now?

But since the members of the Wu family are willing to accept this hero post, at least half of their mission has been completed.

Fearing that the other party would repent, He Ling hastily stepped forward and handed over the letter paper in his hand respectfully.

Wu Feng gently took it in his hand, his eyes only glanced slightly from above, then looked at He Ling again, and said lightly: "I will take it, but I will not participate in the Taishan meeting, please go back and tell the seven heads .”

Meeting his gaze, He Ling suddenly understood.

It turned out that the other party was so careful that he saw his embarrassment just now, so he finally accepted the hero post, but his decision has not changed from beginning to end.

Clasping fists again as a salute, He Ling said sincerely, "Thank you."

What he wanted to thank was that Wu Feng was able to understand his difficulties, which allowed him to work at the head of the Seven Sects.

Wu Feng only smiled, but didn't speak again.

He Ling saw that the other party didn't want to stay longer, so he continued, "Let me take my leave."

Nodding slightly, watching He Ling's back disappear behind the flower forest in an instant, Wu Feng's eyes shifted to the letter in his hand again.

On his extremely handsome cheeks, some indescribable expressions slowly appeared.

There was a little ridicule, a little melancholy, and some inexplicable things that lingered silently in his eyes.

"This is, Jianghu..."

He finally opened his mouth slowly, and the corners of his graceful lips were slightly raised, with a mocking smile on his face.

This is the arena, as long as there is a pretense and banner of justice, one can bully the weak, bully the weak, and disregard the so-called morality, and everyone does such things with confidence.

In fact, the Wu family has also been treated in the same way, and they have also become the target of public criticism in the arena. Otherwise, why would they wither like this?

That's why in his generation, he decided to live in seclusion on the Feixue Rock of Liupu Peak and never ask about affairs in the Jianghu. This made those people's jealousy towards the Wu family gradually fade away.

Perhaps, it is also because they have found another substitute that they can attack in groups.

How could he, Wu Feng, join those people again?

Slowly clasping his hands together, Wu Feng stared at the flowing clouds in the sky and the waterfalls on the top of the mountain, and he spat out the inner strength in his palms. The letter had been turned into flying ash in his palm, and dissipated in an instant with the strong wind on the top of the mountain.

The martial arts is also an eventful season, and at this time, he always feels more lonely. Even on this picturesque Feixue Rock, it is difficult to dispel the faint melancholy deep in his heart.

It's time to go down the mountain. Taking this opportunity, you can also visit the person you have been thinking about endlessly.

Wu Feng pondered in his heart, and walked slowly towards the flower forest.