There are always young heroes who want to overthrow me

Murong Xuefei did not break through forcefully, but just expressed his intention to come to those Moon Soul Cultists guarding the foot of Beitian Mountain, begging to see Jun Mowen.

"Master Monarch? He won't see you at all!"

For this answer, Murong Xuefei was not surprised, after all Jun Mowen didn't have friendship with him, so why would he meet a stranger who killed his nephew?

In fact, what he really wanted to know was where Yue Wuque was buried.

But for this question, the Moon Soul Sect members were naturally even more angry. If they hadn't seen Murong Xuefei's martial arts, they would have rushed forward to fight him desperately.

"You killed our leader, and you still dare to cry like a cat? Get lost, otherwise, no matter how good your martial arts are, we will never give up!"

Murong Xuefei sighed lightly, but still stood there without moving: "I just want to go to pay respects. Anyway, please be kind and considerate to me. If I don't get an answer for a day, I will I’ve been waiting here forever. If you want me to leave, unless the Lord Jun personally does it.”

He will not take the initiative to provoke, nor will he rush in rashly.

Anyway, he has plenty of time now, so he can spend it day by day.

Even if the Moon Soul Cultists guarding the foot of Beitian Mountain disliked them, they still had no ability to drive Murong Xuefei away.

Therefore, although Murong Xuefei's words contained a bit of arrogance, they were telling the truth. In the entire Northern Tianshan Mountains, only Jun Mowen himself could subdue him.

So although those few Moon Soul Cultists hated their teeth itchingly, they could only say angrily: "If you want to wait, just wait, anyway, no one will take care of you."

Murong Xuefei didn't care about the other party's tone, and even rented a tent nearby that was left unused by locals, and guarded the entrance of Beitian Mountain.

In the early autumn, if there is only a slight coolness in the south of the Yangtze River, it is the perfect season for high and refreshing autumn. However, at the foot of the northern sky, the temperature difference between day and night is like the alternation of summer and winter, and snowflakes will fall quietly from time to time.

Naturally, the unused tents would not be particularly dense, and the cold wind penetrating through the bones at night, without the protection of inner strength, ordinary people would not be able to stay there for a day.

Murong Xuefei, however, didn't care. He settled at the entrance every morning, watching the direction of the mountain silently, guessing where Yue Wuque's cemetery was placed.

When I was hungry, I ate cold and hard dry food, and when I was thirsty, I searched for some snow to melt water. It was not until the middle of the month that I went back to rest for a short two or three hours.

It went on and on like this. At first, the Moon Soul Cultists who were stationed at the entrance taunted him from time to time, but later, seeing that they couldn't arouse his emotions, they got bored and turned a blind eye to him.

Before I knew it, more than two months had passed without incident.

Seeing that winter is approaching, the climate in Northern Tianshan is getting colder and colder, but Murong Xuefei is calm and has no intention of leaving at all.

Finally one day, an upright-looking Moon Soul believer said impulsively, "It's useless to wait any longer. Let me tell you the truth, Master Jun is not in Beitian Mountain at all..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his companion tugged at his sleeve and said in a low voice, "How could you tell him..."

Murong Xuefei was stunned at first, shocked by this unexpected news, and then he understood.

The Moon Soul Organization is currently at a time when the dragons are leaderless, if not relying on Jun Mowen's prestige, how could it be possible to pass this time safely?

No wonder they still refused to disclose Jun Mowen's whereabouts, let alone to see him, once the people in the Central Plains Wulin know that Jun Mowen is not actually in North Tianshan, who knows if those people will attack Moon Soul again ?

I think it was the Moon Soul Cultist, seeing that he was determined, and these days he had not confronted them with swords and weapons, but had a humble attitude, and couldn't bear it for a while, so he told the truth.

"Since Master Jun is not here, may I ask who is currently in charge of your religion, can you let me go to worship at the grave of Master Moon?"

Murong Xuefei managed to open a small gap, how could he give up so easily, and immediately asked the other party modestly and politely.

The few Moon Soul believers looked at each other with some embarrassment, as if they had reached a certain consensus in the eye contact, so the person who prevented his companion from telling the truth said: "Master Jun has never returned to Beitian Mountain. I haven't seen him for a long time, so if you understand it, let's go, don't be an eyesore here anymore."

Jun Mo asked, did you go back to Northern Tianshan?Then where did he go with Yue Wuque's body that day?

Murong Xuefei couldn't help feeling extremely surprised.

He lost his direction for a while, and stood there at a loss, not knowing what to do.

The same honest-looking Moon Soul believer gave him another hesitant look, and suddenly said in a low voice: "There is a rumor in the church that the Lord Jun has lived in Zhongtian Mountain all these years."

Murong Xuefei raised his head abruptly, with a strange look in his eyes, he said to the disciple: "Thank you."

Before the voice fell, the whole person had already drifted away, heading towards the direction of the middle of the Tianshan Mountains.

Those few Moon Soul Cultists watched the retreating figure, and one of them complained a bit: "You know it's just a rumor, why are you talking about him?"

The middle of the Tianshan Mountains stretches for thousands of miles, and most of them are inaccessible and dangerous. Although it is said that Jun Mowen has always lived on the top of a certain mountain, but the snowy sea is vast. None of them, ordinary Moon Soul Cultists, have ever really seen it. How easy is it to find that person?

The upright believer sighed, and said: "If you don't let him have a place to look for, how can he give up?"

Although he was an enemy, he was still the murderer who killed the leader himself, but these days he watched with cold eyes, and he always felt that the relationship between the young master from the Central Plains and his leader was not that simple.

He has already given the other party the opportunity, as for whether he can fulfill his wish, then he will leave it to fate.

Murong Xuefei didn't know what kind of complicated emotions were in the hearts of those Moon Soul Cultists behind him who were watching him go away. Now hope was rekindled in his heart. Even though he knew it was very slim, it still gave him hope. The drive to act immediately is no longer as lifeless as it used to be.

No matter how vast and boundless Zhongtian Mountain is, he will not back down at all. At worst, he will spend his whole life looking for Jun Mowen and Yue Wuque. No matter what the result is, he can use this place as his burial place. Place.

Snow-blocked and ice-covered, snow flying all over the sky, compared with the northern and southern Tianshan Mountains that still have some popularity, Zhongtianshan Mountain is more like a fairyland on earth that has stood alone for thousands of years. Although it is beautiful, it is only accompanied by loneliness and cold.