Martial arts supreme

Chapter 350 Not the Rivers and Lakes He Wanted
Fu Hai, one of the members of Xue Fiend, ranks second among the 36 members and is also the one with the best water quality.

Ye Feng never thought that one day, one of the Blood Fiend members who vowed to protect Ye Family to the death would betray him.

A mouthful of blood, a tear.Ye Feng, who was sitting on the bank, could no longer express what he was feeling in his heart, and only the resentful and sad Xun sound could replace his heartfelt voice.

The night without stars and only the moon seemed extraordinarily lonely and sad. The only [-] remaining disciples of the ancient Yezong were doomed to be able to sleep under the shroud of Xun Yin.Even without the sad and resentful Xun sound, tens of thousands of people still cannot sleep peacefully.

At this moment, the disciples of Ancient Ye Zong were all sitting cross-legged in the square, listening to the sound of Xun, their hearts were full of sorrow and sorrow.

This day was quite a tragic day for the disciples of Gu Yezong.It's just because the living people can no longer see the smiling face of the best friend who was close to the same family in the past, and can no longer exchange a cup for a drink and talk freely.

And it was even more painful for Ye Feng, the stiff corpses of his disciples along the way made him feel unspeakable pain, Fu Hai's betrayal made Ye Feng's heart feel as painful as needles, and the unspeakable grief of the past was even more painful. Ye Feng was in pain.

Ye Feng is tired of killing.Ye Feng was already numb looking at the dead body.

Even as he was blowing the xun gently at this moment, Ye Feng, who was immersed in grief, doubted whether he had gone astray.

This is not the rivers and lakes he wants. The purpose of cultivating martial arts is to eradicate the strong and help the weak, and to uphold justice for the heavens, but he has embarked on a bloody road of killing.

Zhang Jie was killed by mistake in Danzong, and Ye Feng couldn't change this cruel fact.After that, Ye Feng once asked himself, if he swallowed his anger and refused to join the Hengyue School, would he not have the pain that would make his heart ache?Now Ye Feng is also thinking to himself, if there is no sect built, will Fu Hai not betray?Will the servants of the family also not die?Are there still ten members of Blood Fiend?

The answer is unknown, Ye Feng thinks maybe they will all be alive.But I felt in my heart that maybe I would die because of something.

Time passed with the sound of Xun.At midnight, a woman in red came down from the first peak.

The woman was Li Muwan, holding two jars of wine in her arms, walked down the steps and stood behind Ye Feng, watching for a long time, and finally sighed softly.

"Ye Feng! Do you want to drink?"

The Xun sound disappeared.

After opening the cork of a jar of wine, Li Muwan handed the jar to Ye Feng and then sat quietly aside.

Taking off his robe and cap, Ye Feng drank without saying a word.

He couldn't taste the spiciness of the wine, but he could feel the misery in his heart.In less than a quarter of an hour, Ye Feng waved his hand and threw the empty wine jar into the river, watching the wine jar drift away with the river water with red eyes.

"Mu Wan, do you think I have taken the wrong path? If I had not established a sect and practiced martial arts and devoted myself to revenge, wouldn't Zhang Jie have died? Fu Hai would not have betrayed the Ye family? Neither would a whole family of servants. To die miserably in the mansion?"

Listening to Ye Feng's words, Li Muwan stared at Ye Feng for a long time with complicated eyes.It wasn't until she saw moisture in Ye Feng's eye sockets that Li Muwan sighed heavily.

"Ye Feng, I thought that you have been on the battlefield for a long time, and you are used to intrigues, and you have seen through the world a long time ago. But now I feel that you are still confused." Li Muwan paused, and then said: "You once said, you His ambition is to unify the martial arts world and make the Ancient Ye Sect the largest sect in the Middle-earth continent. With such grandiose words and ambitions, why are you still unwilling to accept the principle of 'one general's success will lead to thousands of dead bones'?"

"That's not what I want."

"But this is the rivers and lakes, with blood and blood and piles of bones. The important thing is not how many people you kill, but whether the people you kill are good or evil, and whether what you do is right or wrong."

Ye Feng frowned tightly, silently did not speak.

"Ye Feng! I know what the world is like in your heart. What I want to tell you is that some people are destined to be emperors as soon as they are born. And the path of an emperor must be blood-stained uniforms and walking on corpses. This is the path you are taking, but the kindness in your heart has not receded." Li Muwan stood up and said: "Ye Feng, don't forget that there are [-] disciples of Gu Ye Sect, Qingshui Junior High School There are still millions of people. They don’t want to be slaves to the country’s subjugation, and the people don’t want their families to be separated and their families to be destroyed, so this country... is still waiting for you to come to the rescue. If you have to kill ten thousand people to save millions, then what do you want? What you do...is the right thing. What's more, are these ten thousand people traitors?"

Ye Feng's sword eyebrows frowned again and again, when Li Muwan stepped onto the first step, Ye Feng turned his head to look at the back of Li Muwan in red, a trace of complexity flashed in his black eyes.

After a while, the wind blew up.It messed up Ye Feng's white hair, and also blew away a little bit of the pain in his eyes.

He opened another jar of wine alone, and Ye Feng, who was sitting on the shore under the dark moon, drank it alone.Ye Feng drank this jar of wine until dawn.

He still couldn't taste the dryness of the wine, but there was a faint drunkenness in those black eyes.

For this jar of wine, Ye Feng didn't use his vitality to dispel the energy of the wine.Maybe he wants to get drunk too.Forget the mission on your body, forget the pain hidden in your heart for killing Zhang Jie by mistake, and forget Fu Hai's fault for putting down the suspension bridge.

Under the early sun, the figure on the other side of the Huzong River swayed. It was not the disciple of Gu Yezong. Even though his eyes were blurred and drunk, Ye Feng still recognized where this person came from at first sight.

This person, from the Tianwu Sect of Xuanwu Kingdom, is Zhou Feng's tiger disciple Li Meng.

Li Meng came to the bank of Huzong River and looked at Ye Feng for a moment. Then he wandered to the end of a thick log, picked up the big hammer in his hand and hit it hard.

The thick wood flew above the river with its strength, and Li Meng slammed the hammer again, as if celebrating that he could cross the river. Then his thick legs kicked the ground under his feet, and he landed on the thick wood dexterously.

This Li Meng is indeed a bit of a tiger. He was a knight in the early days who could walk on water and walk on wood, but he squatted halfway, raised his arms and beat the river with a hammer, which was quite funny. people laugh.

However, the method used by Li Meng was quite effective, the speed was more than double that of Teng Li and Zhao Xiangyang before, and it took only three or four minutes to cross the Huzong River and land on the bank.

"Your name is Ye Feng? I'm here to take their heads, and by the way, kill everyone in your ancient Yezong."

Li Meng swayed and held the hammer three meters away from Ye Feng. Without waiting for Ye Feng to speak, he rushed in front of Ye Feng, picked up the hammer in his right hand and smashed it down.

Li Meng's speed was extremely fast, but Ye Feng just glanced at Li Meng, without leaving the ground, he raised his hand and slapped Li Meng beside him.

Looking at Li Meng again, he instantly flew up at a weight of two hundred catties, and smashed straight to the Huzong River.

(End of this chapter)