As the galaxy rolled back, Wei Zigeng closed his eyes tightly, his sword energy increased to a higher level, and he swung out a sword. There was no other pure sword energy in the world that could compare with it.

The young man tried hard to feel the meaning of this sword, his whole body was immersed in it, and countless thoughts poured into his mind.

That year, young girls and boys sat opposite each other and had a great time talking to each other, chatting about all over the world, anecdotes about the world, and the future, but they never thought about separation.

There was a beggar who traveled thousands of miles in search of his own way of swordsmanship, his own way back, and the reason for his sword strike, until the beggar came to Yuzhou City, to the bank of Songjun Lake, under the old willow tree.

In the end, he stayed under the willow tree forever.

"Su Qier, in the end I couldn't ask Li Canglan that question for you, because I think the answer to this question should be found by me myself."

The blurry figure gradually became clearer, and the unruly beggar appeared in front of him. He always had a piece of dogtail grass he found in the corner of his mouth, and his disheveled hair was always tied up with a willow branch.

"Well, go ahead and take a look at the scenery there for me. Then bring some wine and have a nice chat with me."

Smiling and waving her hands, Su Qier's figure gradually disappeared. The breeze blew by, and finally nothing could be seen.

Jianghu? What is Jianghu? A thousand cups of wine with a close friend is Jianghu, even if there is no such person in this Jianghu anymore.

"Zi Geng, I will be by your side every time you strike a sword."

"A Ying?"

The girl's voice appeared in the boy's ears, and where the sword pointed was the direction of the boy's heart.

Wei Zigeng opened his eyes, and there was no confusion anywhere he could see. There was only a three-foot sword in his hand, and he passed by and slashed with the sword.

The shackles in my heart quietly collapsed, and Qi focused on it, like a giant hammer hitting a mountain. After the dust settled, my field of vision became even wider, with boundless land at my feet, and a panoramic view of the mountains and rivers.

Climbing upstairs again, the young man has reached the Yuheng realm.

"bass!"

The flying knife passed through Wei Zigeng's figure, but not a trace of blood flowed out. The white light flashed away, leaving only a gorgeous figure at the previous position.

"Huh? Sword Qi Leaves a Trace? Isn't the Yuheng Realm the bottleneck for sword cultivation? When did you say you wanted to enter?"

At this point in his thoughts, the young man's figure was in front of him, swinging his sword down. This simple sword had the power to overwhelm the crowd.

"Dang!"

Just when the sword was about to be swung, a figure suddenly appeared between the two of them, holding the old man's arm with one hand and the young man's sword-holding hand with the other.

"Huh, luckily I caught up, it's not too late."

"It's you!"

This man is tall and thin, wearing gray coarse linen clothes and a pair of black boots. He has a plain appearance but extremely sharp eyes.

"Hehehe, it's me, swordsman Dugu."

Seeing the person coming, the old man felt a sense of disgust in his eyes, but he tolerated it after a moment.

"What are you going to do?"

Wei Zigeng said to Dugu coldly.

The sword energy was spitting out, but no matter what Wei Zigeng did, he still couldn't break free from his grasp.

Xu Yuefei came to a few people and said:

"Do you want to protect this person? Do you know that almost everyone in the village died because of him!"

Dugu ignored Xu Yue's question and just stared at Wei Zigeng's expression, who returned the same gaze.

"First of all, congratulations to Brother Wei for finally entering the Yuheng Realm. However, if Shaoxia Wei swings this sword, I'm afraid Brother Wei will leave his inner demons behind. The solid cultivation of the Yuheng Realm that he finally accumulated will be no more than a dream in the end."

How could Wei Zigeng, who had just entered the Yuheng Realm, be disturbed by Dugu's words? He still had enough luck to say:

"Every time I draw my sword, I leave with the intention of dying. I will burn everything without any regrets. How could my inner demon speak of it?"

Dugu shook his head, took the old man's hand and waved it casually, causing the burly figure to fly away, and then hit the ground heavily.

"Old beast, I, Dugu, spared your life because I saw that you just took advantage of the terrain and luck of Huailiu Village to hide your whereabouts and did not harm anyone, and your daughter admired me very much. Now you still dare to

Appear in front of everyone?!"

The old man's figure gradually shrank, and soon returned to the rickety appearance he had seen at first. He struggled to get up from the ground, with fear and disgust in his eyes.

"He killed so many innocent people, shouldn't he die?"

"innocent!?"

The old man was particularly angry when he heard Xu Yue's words.

"You say they are innocent? Then my daughter and my grandson are not innocent? Just because the children were born with different eyes, they want to bury them alive?! Did you know that my grandson just came to this world?

In just a few hours, they and my daughter will be forced to death!"

Upon hearing this, both of them were stunned.

"What's the meaning?"

Dugu took the words and said coldly:

"What is the right path in your hearts? Is it the way of survival where the weak eat the strong? Or is it the way of benevolence where grudges are clearly defined? Or is it the way of the rivers and lakes where grudges are reciprocated? Have you ever thought about this?"

"this……"

They really never thought that Wei Zigeng only wanted to be honest with his sword, while Xu Yue only wanted to draw his sword to help the rivers and lakes when encountering injustice. As for what is the right way, they both have their own standards in their hearts.

They are not stupid people, but they are not indiscriminate killers either.

Dugu treated them like this and then said:

"Thinking about it this way, do you still think that these villagers should not die? The death of Hongzhi is inseparable from all of them. As long as one person stood up at that time, I am afraid it would not be the result today. But on the contrary, Hongzhi died

When it happened, they were all watching with interest, and there were even a lot of people who clapped their hands and applauded. It was only one person who killed, but everyone was the one who killed."

The old man has bowed his head and remained silent. He has lived here as an ordinary person for nearly seventy years, but what he got in exchange is this miserable ending.

Wei Zigeng and Xu Yue also fell silent. For a moment, the truth they had always insisted on in their hearts was shaken.

Dugu slowly put down Wei Zigeng's wrist, and the young man sheathed his sword. The former said:

"So, Brother Wei, do you still think you will have no regrets with this sword? If you are haunted by inner demons, I am afraid that even if you are born with the sword, your sword will become dusty for a while, and in serious cases, there will be no possibility of improvement."

After thinking for a long time, Wei Zigeng raised his head and said:

"Revenge is understandable, but these children, they are innocent, they eat the flesh and blood of living people today, in the future..."

The old man roared viciously:

"Innocent! Innocent! Innocent! Is my grandson not innocent? They still have a chance to see the world, but what about him? Is he just born to provide others with something to talk about after dinner?"

Dugu looked at the old man aside and said:

"Now that your problem has been solved, and you are still here, why don't you wait for Du Mou to let you have breakfast? Take that child and get out of here. You will not be allowed to set foot in the world again. Otherwise, you can go back to the underworld again.

.”

After hearing what he said, the old man picked up Wang Yuanwang who was unconscious on the ground and walked towards the deep mountains, where he had a small bamboo house.

Xu Yuegang wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Wei Zigeng.

"Let him go. This is simply his own fault. He will not survive."

A fish-belly white color appeared in the east, and wisps of the early morning breeze blew into several people's faces. Huailiu Village, which was still peaceful and quiet last night, was now filled with blood.

"What do these kids do?"

Wei Zigeng asked.

"These are not issues we need to consider. Someone from the court will handle the matter properly by then."

If you think about it carefully, are they innocent? Just like He Rencai, even though he had been executed, Wei Zigeng still had his whole family killed. This is fair.

There is no such thing as comparing one's heart to one's heart. Only when people experience the same thing can we truly understand.

No matter how difficult it is, the world is the way back.

"Never look down on anyone. The old man you see buying vegetables on the roadside one day may be the ancestor of a certain immortal family tomorrow."

Xu Yue thought of what Wei Zigeng said that day, and his heart was still full of disdain, until he saw the swordsman in front of him who called himself "Dugu".

Watching the old man walking away with his grandson in his arms, Dugu sighed. Then he looked at the stumps and broken hands on the ground, and felt an even worse headache.

"Oh my, how should I explain to those people now? They swore and patted their chests a few years ago and promised that there would be no problem. But I didn't expect that the woman named Hongqing was so resentful that she would not hesitate to use her...

She will curse this village forever in her next life. As a descendant of Fengtian Shura, doesn't she know the truth? What's the point of being hopeless in this life? She finally escaped Luo Feng's six-day surveillance and came to the world? Is it just for the sake of a lifetime?

Gains and losses?”

Dugu rubbed his head and muttered to himself. As a cultivator, he was quite puzzled by Hong Shi's behavior.

Practice, what is practice? Asking about immortality is practice, what is a person who practices? Going against the will of heaven and changing one's destiny is a person who practices.

Why do you want to live forever? Why do you want to change your destiny against heaven? Isn’t it just to fight for a chance of survival and get rid of the suffering of reincarnation?

But if there is no future life, then what is the use of practicing?

"It's just that there are so many fairy heroines who admire me, Dugu, that for a while they didn't notice the real thoughts in the heart of the woman named Hongshi."

Xu Yue, who was about to step forward and boast a few words, "The hero is really a master of the world!", stopped when he heard Dugu's words, then spat, and went to the other side to observe Wei Zigeng's injury.

"Bah, what a master of martial arts, what an unborn ancestor, he is just a ruffian with extremely thick skin!"

Wei Zigeng was not seriously injured. On the contrary, because he had broken through the Yuheng realm in this battle, he felt refreshed at the moment.

He threw the long sword in his hand casually, then stretched out his hand to grab the Bailian knife stuck in the ground as he walked, and walked towards Dugu.

The long sword seemed to have spiritual energy and automatically returned to the scabbard. Bai Lian's long sword also trembled twice, then rose up from the ground and fell into Wei Zigeng's hand.
Chapter completed!