There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

During the recent period, the members of Yueheng Sect have been wise enough not to disturb their leader.

Even the most stupid person can feel that the leader is in a very bad mood.

And the reason, of course, was because of his unexpectedly overdue friend.

In the past eight years, no matter how busy he was, at least on April [-]th and September [-]th every year, that elegant and handsome young man in white would buy a few jars of the best green plums at Sanfen Restaurant in Qingzhou City Wine, and then came to North Tianshan to visit.

But now, September is almost over, but that person is still missing.

Their leader, who has always been the most calm, seemed a little restless a few days ago, and even left the valley where he had been living in seclusion for many years, but stood on the top of the mountain for a long time every day, Silently looking to the southeast.

Although his leader's demeanor is better than that of the past, the scene of him standing alone on the mountain with long hair in black, and his hair and clothes fluttering in the strong wind is also as beautiful as a famous painting, but there is a gloomy and murderous aura faintly exuding from his body. However, all the members of the Yueheng Sect who saw this situation wished they could take a long detour.

They could only secretly pray to the moon god, hoping that the Central Plains master named Wu Feng would come soon, so that the leader's mood could return to the best state of sunny weather and spring flowers blooming.

But that person still did not appear at the foot of Beitian Mountain.

The leader's complexion became darker day by day, and everyone's life became more difficult, so he vented his anger on some unsightly martial arts people who dared to come to provoke him.

At the same time, under the secret instructions of Jun Moxiao and several elders, the spies of Yueheng Sect hidden in various places in the Central Plains also quietly dispatched to inquire about Wu Feng's news.

Wu Feng, who has always been faithful and punctual, missed his appointment inexplicably, most likely because of the Central Plains martial arts. What major event happened?

Such a guess is as clever as Jun Mowen, so he naturally thought of it a long time ago.

It's just that he still can't believe that besides himself, there is anyone or something that can make Wu Feng change the habits he has developed over the years.

Perhaps, except for another descendant of the Wu family who has not been found so far——Wu Bo?

Seeing that more than ten days have passed since the agreed day, Jun Mowen's heart gradually seemed to sink into the endless deep sea.

He no longer stands and waits on the top of the mountain every day at dawn, but shuts himself in the deep valley where he lives all day and night, and hardly takes a step out of the door.

No one dared to disturb him easily, including his beloved sister Jun Moxiao.

In such a depressing atmosphere, Yueheng Sect quietly sent away September, and when October just arrived, they suddenly received an unbelievable news.

Moreover, because they didn't know who should tell the leader the news, they were bothered for a long time.

In the lonely hall, Jun Mowen was still sitting quietly, with the chessboard in front of him.

On the chessboard, black and white are criss-crossed, and the fight is indistinguishable, and it has become a situation of two defeats.

He closed his eyes tightly, and didn't open them to look. He just gently picked up a piece, pondered slightly, but he didn't put it down for a long time.

This mess, even when he was concentrating on it and in a happy mood, he couldn't solve it, let alone now that he was feeling restless and restless because of Wu Feng's sudden absence?

But Jun Mowen knew that only by sitting in this hall and facing the mess left by that person, could his chaotic thoughts calm down temporarily.

If it weren't for this, I'm afraid he would have neglected his oath back then and rushed to the Central Plains to look for Wu Feng himself.

What a cocoon.

He didn't want to embarrass Wu Feng that day, so he cut off his connection with the Central Plains martial arts without hesitation, and even swore to Yuemeng, the most unbreakable oath.

At that time, he thought that Wu Feng would be able to rush to Beitian Mountain soon, and spend time with him day and night, discussing literature and martial arts.

As long as he is by his company, even if I never set foot in the Central Plains again in this life, so what?

Jun Mowen cared and cared about only one person.

However, he did not expect that Wu Feng would be delayed in the Central Plains for eight years because of Wu Bo's affairs.

If I had known this before, I might as well have disguised myself, followed Wu Feng quietly, traveled all over the world with him, and looked for Wu Bo together. Wouldn't it be better to stay in Beitian Mountain and wait bitterly?

If something unforgivable happens because of the wrong decision I made back then...

Jun Mowen's eyes, which were as green as jade and as deep as the night sky, suddenly shrank slightly.

He didn't know if he would be able to maintain his composure at that time, and if he would act on impulse even crazier than he did eight years ago.

Someone played an unknown tune outside the door, and the first few notes were enough to make him open his eyes.

Jun Mowen's eyes were a little dazed for a moment, and when he was about to listen carefully, the sound of the flute had disappeared.

Only then did his thoughts gradually withdraw from the distant past, and he said lightly: "Mo Xiao, come in."

"Only this piece of music can wake you up."

The door was pulled open, and Lord Grim came in a little uneasy, but he managed to squeeze out a smile. In Lord Grim's eyes, there was an indescribable weirdness.

Something must have happened, and it was a bad thing that I would never want to know.

Jun Mowen's heart couldn't help but sank a little more. Looking at his sister's beautiful face that was somewhat similar to his own, he wanted to ask questions, but those words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak out for a while.

Seeing his expression, Lord Grim knew that he had guessed something, couldn't help but sighed softly, stepped forward, held his hand tightly with both hands, and then called out in a low voice. One voice: "Brother..."

Jun Mowen's pupils shrank slightly again, and the eyes that were originally full of expression gradually became covered with unspeakable pain and melancholy.

Gently withdrew his hand, he stood up, walked slowly to the door, looked at the cherry blossom forest whose branches and leaves had begun to wither, and then slowly opened his mouth after a while: "Central Plains Wulin, what's the latest news?"

Jun Moxiao understands that a brother who is as proud as himself will never let others see his most vulnerable side.

So she didn't go any further, but looked at the tall and straight figure, and said in a low voice: "According to the news from our spies in the Central Plains... On the sixth day of September, Nie Qing, the successor of the Nie family in Dali, once I went to Feixueyan on Liupu Peak to find Wu Feng, that night..."

She paused for a moment, Jun Mowen didn't urge her, but her hands hidden in her sleeves had already clenched into fists, and the palms were scratched by nails.

After a while, Lord Grim continued: "That night, Wu Feng was killed by Nie Bo, the number one master of the Nie family."

The sword mark on Jun Mowen's cheek seemed to be in hot pain again, as if the sword tip had scratched his cheek and also scratched his heart at the same time.

But he was still silent for a long time before he opened his mouth softly: "I see."

This was a way for him to end the conversation. Lord Grim stared at him for a while without a word, then sighed softly, and left quietly.

Some pains may only be borne by myself, and even the closest family members cannot give any comfort.

Hearing the sound of Jun Moxiao's footsteps going away, Jun Mowen's eyes showed a piercing pain, which was so deep that even the sunlight was dimmed.

He stood there for a long time, and suddenly stretched out his sleeves, and the strong wind from the sleeves moved the heavens and the earth.

Suddenly, there were a few "clicks", and the first few cherry blossom trees were cut in two, and he had already ignored it.

"He is gone, you should go and accompany him."

A sigh pervades the drifting branches and leaves.