There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

It's the time when the cherry blossoms are flying again, the breeze is blowing, and the bright reds are flowing through the halls and houses, which suddenly makes the somewhat deserted and lonely hall a little more spring.

The hall was quiet, only one person was sitting alone in front of the chessboard, staring at the endgame in a daze.

He was dressed in black, and although he sat on the ground in a somewhat informal manner, his back was still straight, exuding a faint majesty and courage that looked down on the world, just like when he sat on the top of Mount Tai and calmly faced hundreds of masters eight years ago .

A hideous scar on the left forehead narrowly avoids the eyes and extends to the cheek. Even after many years, the eyes still look shocking, which shows how serious the injury was.

However, the strange thing is that the scar did not destroy his handsome face, but instead added a bit of masculinity and fatal attractiveness, making it almost impossible to look away.

The green eyes are like the purest beautiful jade, and also like a mysterious and unfathomable deep pool. If you look at them for a long time, you will easily fall into it and find it hard to extricate yourself.

This is Jun Mowen, the leader of Yueheng who made people in the Jianghu fearful. He became famous at the top of Mount Tai at the age of twenty and was recognized as the number one man in the world.

Although he made everyone unexpectedly defeated by the sword of Wu Feng, the descendant of the Wu family in the south of the Yangtze River, and kept his promise, and never set foot in the Central Plains for eight years, how many people still tremble from time to time? Waking up from the nightmare, I recalled the battle on the top of Daiding.

At the foot of Liupu Peak that day, the two sides who had been waiting for the result of the duel all night were on the verge of breaking out, and the decision made by him and Wu Feng was even more raging.

The members of the Yueheng sect would rather die than believe that their leader would be defeated by the sword of the young man in white clothes who looked slender and weak.

While the Central Plains martial arts people were elated, and couldn't wait to take advantage of the victory to pursue and wipe out all the Yueheng sects present.

The two sides almost faced each other again. Although Jun Mowen could restrain his subordinates, he was not interested in talking to the people from the Seven Sects. If they really wanted to forcefully keep the Yueheng Sect members, he would not mind fighting again.

But at the critical moment, Wu Feng stood up and reiterated that he had already made an appointment with Jun Mowen. As long as Yuehengjiao abided by his promise and withdrew from the Central Plains, not only would he not be an enemy of Yuehengjiao anymore, but he would also Make sure they can return to North Tianshan smoothly.

This announcement is tantamount to pouring cold water on the heads of the seven sects.

Although Jun Mowen was injured, no one in the Central Plains martial arts dared to file his sword. The reason why he clamored for revenge was nothing more than relying on the presence of a master like Wu Feng on his side.

However, Wu Feng has already stated his position. If he continues to be brave, he will take the risk of confronting the two masters of the world at the same time.

Thinking of the expressions on the faces of those people from the Seven Great Sects at that time, even today, Jun Mowen still finds it very funny.

And what he can't forget even more is the incomparably firm and trusting look in Wu Feng's eyes towards him at that time.

For the only confidant and best friend in this life, even if he completely buried his ambitions and retreated to a corner of the barren and cold North Tianshan Mountains, Jun Mowen still felt that he was happy.

He can't forget the beautiful scenery of Feixue Rock on Liupu Peak. Although the climate in the northern Tianshan Mountains is diurnal and night-polar, which is completely different from Gusu in the south of the Yangtze River, Jun Mowen has tried his best to find such a spring-like place over the years. In the secluded valley, many cherry blossom trees were planted by myself.

Now when the flowers bloom, the petals dance with the wind. He seems to have returned to the spring eight years ago, cooking tea and wine with his friends, chatting about swords.

Over the years, Wu Feng has never found the person who is extremely important to him, but every April [-]th and September [-]th, as long as the Sanfen Restaurant catches up with the good days to open the cellar for wine, he will definitely come from Boss Li bought a few jars of green plum wine and rushed to Beitian Mountain to have a drink with Jun Mowen.

At first, Jun Mowen would occasionally ask him about the progress of his search for his younger brother Wu Bo, but after a few times, the two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding and stopped talking about it.

If you want to find someone in the vast sea of ​​people, it is hard or easy, but the only thing that is certain is that the longer things go, the harder it is to get useful information.

Although he didn't mention it anymore, Jun Mowen knew that deep down in Wu Feng's heart, he never forgot that person for a moment, let alone lost hope and confidence.

Although Yuehengjiao no longer marched into the Central Plains, it still left spies in various places in order to grasp the movements of the Central Plains martial arts.

Of course, that was just Jun Mowen's superficial rhetoric in the church. What he really wanted to pay attention to was the news of Jiangnan Wu's.

Although he had secretly ordered the spies who stayed in the Central Plains to help inquire about Wu Bo's whereabouts, after all, their actions should not be too public, lest people from the Seven Sects find out that the Yueheng Sect was still operating secretly. The manpower left is limited, so no progress has been made for so long.

As long as there is no definite news from Wu Bo for a day, Wu Feng will not be able to come to Beitian Mountain for a date without any worries, so in the past eight years, the two have always been together less often and separated more, which made Jun Mowen feel somewhat helpless.

But it also made him cherish the good time that he could spend together for a short time.

Although the time he and Wu Feng have been together in the past eight years is only a few months, they are already familiar with each other to the point where they can understand each other's thoughts just by looking at each other.

The congregants of the Yueheng Sect now know that the man from the Central Plains whom they once hated to the bone has somehow become the best friend of their leader, and will visit him every spring and autumn.

Recalling the time when Wu Feng came to the foot of Beitian Mountain for the first time eight years ago, everyone in the Yueheng Sect was ready to face an enemy. Eye-popping.

At first, they were puzzled, but it is an indisputable fact that whenever Wu Feng came to visit their leader, he was in a particularly happy mood. Over time, the members of Yueheng Sect also got used to the way those two people got along, and they were very happy for Wu Feng. Overwhelmed by her demeanor.

People in the Western Regions have always been straightforward and respect the real strong. Since Wu Feng is a peerless master who can stand shoulder to shoulder with his leader, isn't it a matter of course that he will cherish each other with the leader and become a confidant?

The past events flowed through Jun Mowen's heart one after another, and his eyes also shifted from the endgame in front of him to the cherry blossom petals falling on the chessboard.

That was the mess left by Wu Feng when he played chess with him the last time he came.

Whenever he thinks of the other party, Jun Mowen will sit here alone and reproduce the scene from his memory. At this time, even his younger sister Jun Moxiao dare not disturb him easily.

The only exception is those cherry blossoms.

In the deep green eyes, there was a faint smile, with a bit of nostalgia.

"The cherry blossoms are blooming, that person... is coming soon, right?"