There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

In the afternoon of the next day, the group finally returned to Gusu City.

When passing by a towering mountain peak outside the city, perhaps he felt that the scenery there was very good, so Yue Wuque casually asked the name of the mountain peak.

After hearing Murong Xuefei say that it was Liupu Peak, his expression didn't change at all, he just nodded slightly, and said: "It's really a good name."

On the contrary, Murong Xuefei's heart suddenly moved slightly, and he couldn't help looking up at the majestic waterfall pouring down from the top of the mountain, thinking of the Wu family in the south of the Yangtze River that had disappeared for a long time.

Could it be that the Wu surname that the guy at the Sanfen Restaurant in Qingzhou City said was very similar to himself was from the Wu family in Jiangnan?

If it is really a member of the Wu family in Jiangnan, it is understandable that his appearance is similar to Murong Xuefei's. After all, the two families were once married, and Murong Xuefei's body now also has part of the Wu family's blood flowing.

It's a pity that the successor of the Wu family died many years ago, and there is no one left on the Feixue Rock of Liupu Peak. I'm afraid I will never know the truth of the matter.

An indescribable melancholy welled up in Murong Xuefei's heart, but he quickly buried this thought deeply in his heart, without letting anyone notice it.

My sons and daughters are finally back!

The servants of Murong's family were all in a hurry. After all, Murong Lan, Murong Hui and Murong Xuefei were delayed outside for more than three months this time, which took three times longer than planned.

Moreover, the three of them also sent a letter home halfway. Although the servants didn't know what happened to them outside, the look of hesitation on the master's face after reading the letter couldn't escape their eyes, so something important must have happened That's right.

Now that the three finally returned home safely, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, hastily served them comfortably, and immediately notified Murong Xun of the news.

Ever since Murong Xun received Murong Lan's letter, he has been uneasy.

Regarding the origin of the mysterious organization mentioned in their letter, he naturally had some ideas in his heart, knowing that if the other party did not come, it would be fine. Once he challenged the Central Plains Zhengdao martial arts so openly, he would definitely not be easy to deal with.

Regarding what happened back then, unlike Master Wu'an of the Shaolin School, he has been brooding over the years, feeling that he owed something to the people of the Yueheng Sect, but unlike Bai Xiaotian of the Kunlun School, he has no regrets at all , To the end of his life, he only felt that his luck was bad.

Murong Xun was only a young man in his twenties back then, but his father, Murong Zhou, was only invited by the seven sects, so he decided to lead some of the dead men who had been trained for many years to help. Seeing, begging his father to take him with him.

Unexpectedly, this trip made him regret it too late.

Before that, the so-called confrontation between good and evil, punishing evil and promoting good was just a thin phrase in Murong Xun's mind.

However, the battle 20 years ago subverted his cognition.

The real war turned out to be so cruel.

Regardless of whether it is good or evil, when it comes to life and death, all of them will reveal their selfish and unscrupulous side.

Therefore, these well-known and decent people in the Central Plains instead want to cover their faces with black scarves, hide their heads and show their tails, and use a seemingly peaceful wedding to carry out bloody massacres.

In the end, no matter whether they were righteous chivalrous warriors or monsters from the Demon Cult, they all turned into monsters amidst the bloody wreckage, fighting non-stop with red eyes, and there was no mercy in their strikes.

It is said that after this battle, those masters who participated in the Shaolin School, headed by Master Wu'an, all retreated to practice Zen after returning to Shaolin.

Murong Xun could understand their feelings.

The Buddhist disciples who were originally merciful and helpful to the world and save people almost lost their humanity in such a war. The guilt and self-blame they felt were definitely far above that of ordinary people.

Even Murong Xun himself, who had no interest in Buddhism, was depressed for a long time after the battle. After recovering, he became calmer and began to have his own unique views on many things. He no longer followed others. I don't like to act impulsively.

As for Murong Zhou, he was seriously injured in that battle, which affected Shouyuan. He died of illness two years later, but entrusted the entire Murong family to Murong Xun's hands.

For Murong Xun, the most important thing now is to protect his family. As for the grievances and grievances in the world, who is right and who is wrong, try to stay away from it as much as possible.

However, only 20 years have passed since the peaceful days. Unexpectedly, the hidden dangers left by that war suddenly appeared in front of us.

Moreover, he was bumped into by his own children!

Thinking of this, Murong Xun still had lingering fears in his heart, it was hard to imagine how he would be hit if something happened to Murong Lan, Murong Hui and Murong Xuefei.

In any case, he must find a way to keep them!

Murong Xun's heart was full of ups and downs, but on the surface he still looked calm and composed as usual. In his study, he saw the three sons and daughters who had returned from a long journey.

Before, he only learned that his two daughters were injured in the letter, but he didn't know the extent of the injuries. He was always a little worried. Now that the two of them were fine, Murong Xun was relieved and sat down to calm down. Quietly listen to their three siblings talk about their experiences along the way.

At this time, the news of Wu'an's death had spread throughout the Jianghu, so when Murong Xuefei told the details of his murder, Murong Xun didn't have an overly surprised expression on his face, but was slightly sad.

On the contrary, regarding their experience in the Kunlun School, Murong Xun's expression changed a little more obviously.

Yue Wuque entered the study room, and after being briefly introduced to Murong Xun by the three Murong siblings, he sat quietly by the side, listening to the four of them talking.

Murong Xun was quite interested in this young man with a calm demeanor and outstanding appearance. During the conversation, he glanced at him calmly for several times, as if he was secretly appraising the other party in his heart.

Until the third Murong sister and brother talked about what happened on Kunlun Mountain, although some places were just passing by, when Murong Xun heard that Murong Hui was still guarding the unconscious Yue Wuque's bed alone in the middle of the night, he cleared him up. When he became suspicious, there was a sudden flash of light in the eyes looking at Yue Wuque.

In the next moment, he had already made a sudden move, the long sword sang slightly, turned into a white awn, and took Yue Wuque's face.

This was unexpected, and the three siblings of the Murong family were stunned.

Murong Hui was about to step forward to stop her, when Murong Xuefei at the side suddenly had a thought, vaguely guessed what his father was thinking, so he hurriedly grabbed his sister's arm and shook his head slightly at her.