There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Wu'an said that, it was equivalent to handing over his life to that young man's hands.

But the other party didn't appreciate it, and just sneered: "Innocent people? Are you referring to the monks in this temple, or the descendants of the Murong family who just left?"

Speaking of this, the cold smile suddenly disappeared, and he said lightly: "A tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, we people in the Western Regions have always done things clearly. Those who stained their hands with blood 20 years ago have to pay back one by one now. Now that the chief culprit has been executed, I don't intend to wipe out all the martial arts in the Central Plains, but there is nothing less to pay. Tianshan, Shaolin, and Kunlun next..."

He paused slightly, as if he didn't want to reveal too much about his revenge plan, then looked at Wu'an and said coldly: "I naturally have an account in my heart, and I have already figured out who to turn to. It's like what the master just said Gusu Murong, I'm afraid he may not be an innocent person, right?"

Wu'an sighed lightly: "Benefactor, you have to forgive others and forgive others. The Yueheng Sect was misunderstood as a demon sect back then, and it was one of the reasons for its extreme behavior. Why should the benefactor go to war again and become an enemy of the entire Central Plains martial arts? To repeat the same mistakes?"

"Since I know it's a misunderstanding, why haven't I seen the master and other sects to rectify the name of Yueheng Sect?"

The young man's tone was flat, but what he said was like a sharp long arrow piercing people's hearts, revealing the hypocrisy of the Central Plains martial arts.

Since Wu'an discovered the truth of Yueheng Sect back then, he naturally discussed with other sects in private. However, the seven sects, who are the models of justice in the Central Plains martial arts, made such a mistake. The face of those who fought will be wiped away.

So in the end, the heads of the seven sects jointly decided to seal the truth in their memory forever, and never mentioned the matter of exterminating the Yueheng Sect.

This matter was done quite selfishly, so once the young man pointed it out, Wu'an couldn't help feeling ashamed, and couldn't say the rest of the persuasive words.

In the final analysis, he himself is a murderer with duplicity and blood on his hands, so what qualifications does he have to preach and comment on others?

Wu'an let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and said: "Since the benefactor wants to avenge the Yueheng Sect back then, you can just take this old monk's life."

The young man smiled faintly, but his eyes were still gloomy, and said: "Since the master is so straightforward, I just listened to what the master said, and I have some regrets about the past, then I will give the master a face. The blood debt 20 years ago, Shaolin Pai's crimes will end with the master."

That is to say, as long as Wu'an pays for his life with his life, he will no longer embarrass other Shaolin Sect members.

Judging from the methods used by the opponent to deal with the Tianshan sect before, they already have enough manpower, and it is not impossible to completely destroy a sect.

Although Shaolin is the mainstay of the martial arts in the Central Plains, it may not be as easy to deal with as the Tianshan School, but after the two sides fight, there may be many casualties.

Wu'an thought that his own sacrifice would bring back the peace of Shaolin, so he couldn't help showing a slight smile on his face.

"If this old monk's life can calm the anger in the benefactor's heart a little bit, and eliminate a little bit of murderous intent, then it will be regarded as a worthy death."

Having said that, although Shaolin was preserved, according to what the young man said just now, the next thing they have to deal with is the Kunlun faction?

Still have to find a way, let someone remind Kunlun, right?

Just as Wu'an was thinking, the young man in front of him had already made a sudden move, and the wind in his palm was like a tidal wave, sweeping towards him overwhelmingly.

At this moment, Wu'an suddenly felt a little surprised again.

Such an exquisite and powerful palm technique, did he learn it many years ago on the top of Mount Tai?

Could this young man in front of him be the successor of that person?

Murong Xuefei followed the two elder sisters back to the residence arranged by the Zhike monk. Along the way, the three siblings were still discussing what they saw and heard just now.

They agreed that the past events that Wu'an had concealed must be the key to the tragedy of the Tianshan School.

And Wu'an behaved a little abnormally when he heard the word "moon" described by Murong Xuefei, that is to say, he could deduce the origin of the mysterious organization that popped up just by this word alone. .

So what Murong Xuefei guessed before was not wrong.

The murderer intentionally wrote down a large character "month" in blood on a conspicuous place of the Tianshan School, just to let others think about it.

Combined with what Wu'an said about the tragedy 20 years ago, the purpose of the mysterious organization has become clear, and it must have come for revenge.

In other words, apart from the Tianshan faction that has already encountered misfortune, and the Shaolin faction that is under threat, there are other people and sects who participated in that incident 20 years ago, and I am afraid that they will all be assassinated by mysterious organizations one after another.

In this matter, it is necessary to find out the clues as soon as possible, so that those who are in unpredictable danger can be notified in time.

Since Wu'an kept his mouth shut, and the three siblings didn't know which sects were involved in the incident back then, they had no choice but to go back and ask their father, Murong Xun, for advice.

Murong Xuefei was very anxious, wishing he could rush back to Gusu immediately, get clues from his father, so as to prevent the mysterious organization from killing more people.

Regardless of what happened 20 years ago, but things have passed for so long, and there have been several changes in personnel in each sect, just like the Tianshan sect, many of the dead were only in their twenties , it is impossible to be involved in the tragedy of that year, but he was also killed.

Moreover, their three siblings just rescued the dying Tianshan disciple before, and they were chased and killed by each other one after another, so that both Murong Lan and Murong Hui were seriously injured.

The behavior style of the mysterious organization made Murong Xuefei extremely dissatisfied, coupled with his character of being nosy and fighting against injustices, he became more determined to foil the other party's plot.

Since they wanted to kill people, then he, Young Hero Murong, wanted to save them.

Murong Xuefei tossed and turned all night, recalling the previous experiences over and over again, hoping to find some clues that had been missed. It was not until the middle of the night that he fell asleep in a daze.

But I had a messy dream.

In the dream, he seemed to be at the scene where the Tianshan faction was attacked. He saw blood flow all over the ground, and the sound of weapons clashing could still be heard from the hall of the inner courtyard.

Murong Xuefei immediately flew forward, and the soft sword at his waist had already been unsheathed. When he broke into the hall, he saw a black-clothed masked man with his back facing him, with a curtain twisted into a long stick in his hand, under the operation of internal force Stained with blood, he is writing the last stroke of the word "moon" on the wall.

Blood dripped down the wall, the blood seemed to contain infinite coldness and hatred, it was about to break through the wall and rush towards Murong Xuefei.

Suddenly, Murong Xuefei's heart moved, he felt that the back of the man in black seemed familiar, and was wondering where he had seen him before, when the other person turned around, his stern eyebrows and eyes suddenly curved slightly, revealing a provocative and disdainful expression. come with a smile.

Suddenly, Murong Xuefei woke up from a dream, and before she had time to get dressed, she rushed to the room of the two sisters next door, and said loudly: "No, that little novice just now..."

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly heard a rapid bell ringing over the entire temple. Although he didn't know its meaning, Murong Xuefei's heart still couldn't help but sink down.

Shaolin, something must have happened.