Gorefiend

"I'll go and have a look again... you guys, be careful", Lan Feng reluctantly got up, and was about to go to the various sects again.This time he tried his best to put away his arrogance, and hoped that someone could help him. He could watch the tragedy of the Gorefiend slaughtering the Qingjianmen. Everyone was in danger, and no one was willing to help him this time.

"Has the lord left the customs yet?" He still wanted to grab the last straw.

"There is still one month before the leader leaves customs, and now is an important juncture, so don't disturb it."

"Good, good, good", Lan Feng felt dizzy for a while, and left with the support of other disciples.He stood at the gate of the villa of the martial arts leader, staring blankly at the plaque on the gate.

"Tell me, why is this all?" Lan Feng asked the people beside him softly, but it seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Brother, why don't you just wait for the lord to leave the customs, just wait another month. It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years."

"Shut up! Do you know how critical the situation is for Qingjianmen now!"

As Lanfeng said, those cults that Qingjianmen offended in the past took the opportunity to retaliate. Lanfeng gritted his teeth and guarded Qingjianmen and his Jianghu dream.However, he never expected that other martial arts sects that had been overwhelmed by the Green Sword Sect in the past would also take the opportunity to make trouble.

"Where is the conscience?"

"Who made your sect master so stupid that you went to single-handedly fight that devil!" The visitor sitting in the hall of Qingjianmen was dressed gorgeously, but his words were full of sarcasm.

"You!" Lan was so angry that he trembled, "Who refused to support back then, so that the teacher died fighting alone?!"

"Brother, how about letting us take care of the Qingjianmen's site, which can be regarded as helping you," the other sects who came echoed.

"Get out!" Lan Feng drew his sword and pointed at the crowd.

"You are nothing more than a bereaved dog now, what right do you have to refuse us?" The sitting man got up and looked at him.

The sphere of influence of Qingjianmen was inevitably eroded. However, there is still more than half a month before the day when the martial arts leader leaves the customs, and no one can help Lanfeng.

"Brother, it's autumn, let's add some clothes."

"..." Lan Feng stood blankly, just looking at the beautiful scenery shrouded in clouds and mist in front of him, without speaking.

The junior brother next to him hurriedly pulled him back from the cliff. This cliff was used to execute disciples who violated the rules of the sect. In the trough period, after a while, it will gradually get better."

"Where is the master's sword?" Lan Feng still looked dull.

"In the mourning hall, senior brother comes with me."

When he arrived at the mourning hall, the disciple respectfully took off the sword of the headmaster, and handed it to Lan Feng with both hands, "Brother?"

"Oh", in a daze, Lan Feng caught the sword, gently pulled out the scabbard, and stretched out his hand to caress the simple lines on the sword body, "Master, I will take you away from this troubled rivers and lakes..."

"Brother, are you leaving?" The disciple was anxious, now that Ruo Lanfeng had also left, the Qingjian Sect might really be doomed.

"Yeah, what's the point of staying?" Lan Feng closed the scabbard, "I don't want to see these so-called decent families again."

"Brother! You can't go! What do you tell us to do!" A group of disciples who were guarding the mourning hall quickly knelt down and hugged Lan Feng's leg with snot and tears.

"I've already crippled my martial arts...Staying here is meaningless to you guys...you should leave too." Lan Feng shook off the crowd and left the mourning hall without looking back. A group of disciples who looked at each other in blank dismay were left behind.

After waking up from a big dream, Lanfeng's heart died. The morality in his heart turned out to be worthless. What's the use of this martial arts if it can't help the righteous way.Holding the sword in his hand, he began to cry silently. He hated the devil for killing his master and slaughtering disciples.The lingering autumn rain wet his thin skirts, and he stood in the rain blankly, not knowing where to go, letting the mud stain his once spotless boots.