There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

The more he pursued, the more doubts arose in his heart. Yue Guhong still couldn't imagine, more than a year ago, what important things did Jun Mowen take away from the ruins of the Nie family in Dali?

But no one knew about it, and he never found any more useful information.

Following the footsteps of Jun Mowen more than a year ago, finally, Yue Guhong finally came to the foot of Zhongtian Mountain.

Unlike the South Tianshan and North Tianshan, here has a unique basin, which can provide enough supplies for many people to survive.

On the contrary, the temperature difference between day and night here is extremely large, and the mountains are covered with snow all the year round. From time to time, there will be strong winds and even avalanches that can sweep everything.

Therefore, no one is willing to live in such a difficult environment, and the person Yue Guhong was looking for lost his last trace near here, and no one can see him again.

Yue Guhong stood quietly in the wind and snow, looking up at the majestic Zhongtian Mountain.

With his own strength, even if he spends his whole life, he might not be able to find the opponent's figure from the thousands of miles of Zhongtian Mountains.

Is that person still somewhere in this mountain?Does he still feel lonely now?

For some reason, Yue Guhong's eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

When that person was famous, he was just an ignorant urchin; now that he is qualified to fight, that person has disappeared without a trace.

Why did the two peerless and independent people never meet again?

At this moment, he suddenly understood more deeply the loneliness and tiredness in Jun Mowen's eyes when he was on the top of Mount Tai, and the sadness of being too cold at a high place.

Yue Guhong turned around suddenly, and strode away.

He wants to see, after that person, who is the leader of Yueheng Sect, and is he worthy to be that person's successor?

If you are not worthy, you will never allow the other party to rise to the high position that person once occupied.

In Yue Guhong's mind, there is only one leader of Yueheng Sect, and that is——

Jun, Mo, ask.

Turning from the Central Tianshan Mountain to the north, it didn't take long for Yue Guhong to arrive at the boundary of the Northern Tianshan Mountain.

This is already the territory of Yueheng Sect. He thought that as a disciple of Tianshan Mountain, he would definitely be blocked by Yueheng Sect at the beginning of his footsteps.

However, no one took the initiative to trouble him.

Although the locals who looked very different from the people from the Central Plains would look suspicious when they saw him, and walked around the road cautiously.

Winter has not yet entered, but this year's climate is extremely cold. The Tianshan area has been snowing for several days, and the land is white and clean.

Yue Guhong couldn't help observing this legendary area of ​​the Demon Cult.

Perhaps it was because he had just entered the border, so he saw ordinary people, and there were no Yueheng believers.

Those ordinary people all had the blood of barbarians from the Western Regions, which could be easily distinguished from their clothes and appearance.

Although the North Tianshan area is far less prosperous than the south of the Yangtze River, looking at the expressions of those who live here, they seem to be very satisfied, and there are even happy smiles on their faces.

This made Yue Guhong involuntarily feel a little confused again.

If the Yueheng Sect really only oppressed goodness as the Central Plains martial arts said, then how could it be such a peaceful and peaceful scene at the foot of the Tianshan Mountain they ruled?

The snow was getting bigger and bigger, and there was no inn here in North Tianshan, so he could only find a way to find a place to stay.

Seeing the defensiveness of the people here towards him, Yue Guhong couldn't help feeling a little hopeless about the outcome, and was even ready to secretly find a dilapidated tent where the sundries were placed to spend the night.

But what surprised him was that the first family he inquired about, an old woman lifted the curtain of the tent and looked at his face for a while. , but still nodded slightly, agreeing to his request for staying overnight.

He was arranged in the small tent where the old woman's grandson lived, and the grandson and grandson entertained him for dinner, although there were only simple and rough multigrain bread and goat's milk.

Yue Guhong looked at this family, the old ones, the young ones, all lonely and dependent on each other, and couldn't help being a little strange, where did the old woman's children go?

Carefully, he found the answer in the few words revealed in the conversation between the grandfather and grandson.

It seems that the boy's parents were killed by some "central plains bandit"?

Because he is also from the Central Plains himself, the grandparents and grandchildren did not reveal any more information. Even the previous incident was unintentionally leaked during Yue Guhong's temptation, which made him realize the clue.

Bandits from the Central Plains?

Yue Guhong couldn't help frowning, the Yueheng Sect was famous far and wide, so why would any brigand without eyes dare to invade the domain they protect?

But the grandparents and grandchildren don't look like people who can tell lies.

They are kind-hearted by nature, although they hated the "Central Plains bandits" deeply, and were wary of everyone in the Central Plains, but after hearing Yue Guhong's request, they took the risk and took him in.

Yue Guhong, who was suspicious, tossed and turned all night, finally closed his eyes, and fell asleep hazily.

It seemed that he hadn't slept for a long time before he woke up suddenly again, and vaguely heard people's panicked shouts and noisy footsteps coming from outside.

The door curtain was lifted abruptly, and the little grandson of the family who took him in hurried over.

"The bandits from the Central Plains are coming again, you should run too!"

Probably because he was in a hurry to help his grandmother, the boy ran away in a panic after saying this sentence.

Yue Guhong suddenly stood up, couldn't help clenching the Xueying Guhong sword that hadn't been unsheathed for a long time, and rushed out from the tent.

The inhabited area was already in chaos, there were people running and calling for help everywhere, and some tents were already on fire, and the flames lit up the cloud-covered night sky.

The snow had stopped at some point, but the temperature at night was still extremely low, and the white mist dissipated in the air with breathing.

Yue Guhong looked around, and suddenly saw that the two grandparents who took him in before had been stopped by a black shadow, and the flames in the distance reflected something cold in the shadow's hand...

Without thinking about it, he drew his sword out of its sheath, and flew forward amidst the dragon roar of Xueying Guhong, and stopped the opponent in time before the weapon fell from the black shadow's hand.

As soon as the two swords met, Yue Guhong couldn't help being even more surprised.

What the opponent used turned out to be Wudang swordsmanship?

Because he didn't know the real identity of the other party, what Yue Guhong used was not the long-lost Luohong swordsmanship, but the well-regulated Tianshan sect's entry-level swordsmanship.

Although it was just the most common sword technique, it still possessed enormous power in his hands, forcing the opponent to retreat again and again.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the man stepped back and said loudly: "Wait a minute! Are the disciples of the Tianshan School on the opposite side?"