Zongwu: Opening Awakening copy and paste

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The night is deep.

Under the leadership of a Wudang disciple, Feng Wuhen returned to the room where he lived when he was studying in Wudang.

Looking at the familiar room in front of him, Feng Wuhen felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

When he was reborn, he woke up from this room. Along the way, too many things happened. He didn't know whether to be thankful or complain.

Sitting on the stiff couch, Feng Wuhen suddenly felt that he had found a sense of going home, and all the fatigue disappeared in an instant.

He was tired, really tired.

Before he knew it, Feng Wuhen lay on the couch and fell asleep slowly.

Ximen Chuuxue stood quietly outside the room, his gaze was like a torch, and his figure was tall and straight.

After returning to Kyushu, Feng Wuhen dismissed everyone and told everyone to go home, leaving only Ximen Chuuxue, because Ximen Chuuxue's wife and children were also on Tianqi Peak.

After the night passed, Feng Wuhen got up early, said goodbye to Zhang Sanfeng, and left Wudang Mountain.

It's been a long time since he slept so soundly like last night. He let go of all vigilance, put aside all distracting thoughts, and slept until the sun rose.

The black carriage got on the road again, heading in the direction of the Emei School.

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Emei School.

A panicked Emei disciple rushed into the hall.

"It's not good, Sect Leader, there's news from down the mountain that Ximen Chuuxue is here!"

The woman said nervously as she rushed in front of Zhou Zhiruo who was sitting in the hall.

"What is it like to be so flustered?!"

Zhou Zhiruo stared at the disciple and asked dissatisfied.

The disciple shrank his neck and lowered his head hastily, not daring to say another word.

"Ximen Chuuxue? Why did he come? Didn't they all leave Kyushu?"

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Zhiruo frowned suspiciously, and muttered to herself, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Who else is here?"

Zhou Zhiruo looked at the disciple and asked.

"I don't know, I only know that there is another carriage."

The disciple lowered his head and said submissively.

"carriage?!"

When Zhou Zhiruo heard this, she couldn't help standing up, her expression changed drastically.

"What kind of carriage?!"

Zhou Zhiruo couldn't help asking again.

"I don't know, the sisters at the foot of the mountain didn't explain."

The disciple shook his head and said.

After hearing what the disciple said, Zhou Zhiruo hesitated for a moment, grabbed a sword next to her, walked out of the hall quickly, and hurried towards the gate of the Emei School.

At this time, a black carriage and a white horse were already parked in front of the Emei Pai Mountain Gate.

Ximen Chuuxue stood respectfully beside the carriage, expressionless.

When he was going up the mountain just now, he had subdued all the Emei sect disciples who were trying to intercept them.

At this moment, a figure came galloping and stopped in front of the carriage. It was Zhou Zhiruo, the head of the Emei School.

"Feng Wuhen, is that you?!"

I saw Zhou Zhiruo raised her hand and pointed the sword in her hand at the carriage, and shouted sharply.

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo like this, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed across Ximen Chuuxue's expressionless face, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

"Feng Wuhen! Come out!"

Seeing that no one was paying attention, Zhou Zhiruo shouted loudly again with a look of hatred on her face.

Just as she finished speaking, something flew out of the carriage at a very fast speed!

Zhou Zhiruo was shocked, and was drawing the sword, but after a closer look, she realized that it was the Yitian sword, so she hurriedly withdrew the sword, and stretched out her hand to grab the Yitian sword that was in front of her in a blink of an eye.

But the moment she grabbed the Yitian sword, she suddenly felt a strong force, and she couldn't help but slid back a few steps, almost falling to the ground.

"I haven't seen you for such a long time. I didn't expect you to make no progress."

At this moment, Feng Wuhen's voice came from the carriage, with a hint of disappointment in it.

Immediately afterwards, the brocade was lifted, and Feng Wuhen slowly walked out of the carriage.

Seeing that Feng Wuhen finally appeared in front of her, Zhou Zhiruo gritted her teeth, and originally wanted to make a move, but when she thought of the powerful force carried by the Yitian Sword just now, she couldn't help but hesitate.

She never forgot the vengeance of killing a teacher.

"Still thinking about killing me?"

Feng Wuhen looked at the resentment in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes, and asked lightly.

"I don't care how people in the martial arts boast about your goodness, but the hatred of killing a master is irrelevant. I swear to seek justice for my master."

Zhou Zhiruo stared at Feng Wuhen and said coldly.

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Zhiruo jumped up suddenly, rushed towards the carriage quickly, pulled out the Yitian Sword in his hand, and stabbed Feng Wuhen's shoulder with one sword!

The sound of the sword's cry reached the ears of everyone present!Accompanied by a faint murderous aura filled with resentment!

Standing beside the carriage, Ximen Chuuxue's expression changed slightly, murderous intent appeared in his eyes instantly, and he was about to charge up, but then he saw Feng Wuhen waved his hand lightly to him, so he held back and didn't make a move.

I saw Feng Wuhen standing on the shaft of the car as if nothing had happened, with his hands behind his back, quietly looking at Zhou Zhiruo who was rushing towards him, with no expression on his face.

Seeing that the Yitian sword in Zhou Zhiruo's hand was about to stab Feng Wuhen's shoulder, at this critical moment, Feng Wuhen suddenly stretched out his right hand, and in a blink of an eye he caught the Yitian sword that was close at hand with his middle two fingers. !

The extremely sharp Yitian sword is like a piece of bamboo in his hand, it has no deterrent effect at all.

Zhou Zhiruo stopped in mid-air, her face changed drastically, she tried all her strength to pull the Yitian Sword out of Feng Wuhen's two fingers, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't do it, her face was so anxious that she couldn't do it. It turned red!

Looking at the extremely excited Zhou Zhiruo, Feng Wuhen shook his head in disappointment, let go of the two fingers in the middle of the food instantly, and then flicked lightly on the edge of the Yitian sword.

There was a crisp sound, and Zhou Zhiruo involuntarily flew backwards under the violent tremor of the blade, staggered and landed on the ground, almost fell to the ground, and managed to stabilize her figure.

"You can't even be determined to kill me, how can you kill me?"

"From the moment you shot, you didn't intend to kill me, so why bother?"

Feng Wuhen looked at Zhou Zhiruo, and said coldly, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

From the moment Zhou Zhiruo stabbed his shoulder with a sword, he was already disappointed.A person who wants to kill the opponent, and only has one chance to attack, but attacks the opponent's least vital part, how can he kill the opponent?

The embarrassed Zhou Zhiruo stood on the spot, holding the Yitian sword tightly in her hand, biting her lip, and didn't say a word, but her whole face had already turned red and purple. One can imagine how she is feeling right now. Complicated and struggling.

"The death of genocide is her own fault. You are no longer a child. You should know that many of her actions have completely violated the bottom line of the generation leader. Don't let yourself become the next genocide!"

"There are limits to good and evil, and no one can surpass them. All the people I killed deserved to die. Even if she stands in front of me now, I will kill her! If you don't know how to repent and still don't understand, sooner or later One day it will end up like her."

Feng Wuhen looked at Zhou Zhiruo, and said loudly, with a hint of sincerity in his voice.

After hearing Feng Wuhen's words, Zhou Zhiruo suddenly became silent, recalling many past events, including the days when she was with Feng Wuhen.

If Feng Wuhen was really heinous, she might have gone with her master long ago.

"If you really want to kill me, you can come to Tianqi Peak to look for me at any time, but it's best when you have full confidence, otherwise I won't show mercy."

"This is a set of swordsmanship, if you want, you can use it to practice."

While talking, Feng Wuhen took out a booklet from his waist and threw it to Zhou Zhiruo.

It was sorted out on the way when he came to the Emei School, and it was the Shenlong Sword Jue copied from Master.

He never let go of Zhou Zhiruo. During those days, although Zhou Zhiruo wanted to assassinate him several times, he unconsciously regarded Zhou Zhiruo as his own sister.

Besides, the death of Juejue did deal a big blow to the Emei faction. He hoped that Zhou Zhiruo could go on the right path and lead the Emei faction to flourish.

Zhou Zhiruo caught the sword formula manual and looked at Feng Wuhen in surprise.

She didn't expect that Feng Wuhen would teach her martial arts in person.

But Feng Wuhen didn't want to explain further, he had already turned around and returned to the carriage.

The carriage started again, turned around, and drove slowly down the mountain.

Zhou Zhiruo froze in place, looking at the carriage gradually disappearing from her sight, she didn't know how to make a decision for a while.

At this moment, she seemed to understand a lot at once, but the more she understood, the more struggle and pain she felt in her heart.

Persuading people, sometimes you don't need to be earnest, maybe it only takes a moment to wake up.

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Half a month later, Feng Wuhen finally crossed Kyushu and returned to the unknown land.

Ximen Chuuxue was finally reunited with his wife and children, enjoying themselves happily.

Feng Wuhen stood alone on the railing outside the top floor of Tianyahai Pavilion, looking at the illusory clouds, suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Went to Xianqing Continent for a trip, but finally came back alone.

The statue is dead.

Lan Xinyu and Lan Jian also stayed in Lingdu City, which made Feng Wuhen feel as if he had become a loner all of a sudden, coupled with the longing in his heart, he seemed to see clearly for a moment. many things.

Perhaps, he is really tired.

Perhaps loneliness is his destiny in this life, because he is Haotian's apostle, destined to be the center of all vortexes.

That is to say, from this day on, he has never appeared in the world again.

There are rumors that he has completely washed his hands of the golden basin and no longer interfered with anything in the world, but the name of Tianya Haige has been spread in the mainland of Kyushu, and no one dares to offend.

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Many years later.

An unknown town.

In front of a tavern, a black carriage stopped.

A carriage without a driver.

A young man with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth lifted the brocade, jumped out of the carriage, touched the empty flagon at his waist, walked into the hotel slowly, and sat at a table near the door.

In his hand, he was holding a weapon wrapped in black cloth, and the corner of the silver handle was faintly exposed, exuding a faint aura of a strong man.

"Little Er, drink up!"

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