On a quiet night, only the burning matches made crackling sounds. A man sat cross-legged beside the fire, with a sword sheath inserted beside him, staring at the fire light in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

"I met again, I didn't expect Brother Zhang to enter the country so quickly, which makes me feel ashamed." A gentle voice came, and the person who came sat down, it was Murong Changtian who had not yet rested.

"The person I used to die five years ago." Zhang Kaifeng looked at the fire without diverting his eyes.

"So, are the reborn people hostile to the martial arts world?" Murong Changtian, opposite, stared at the white-haired man with his eyes tightly.

Zhang Kaifeng's mouth pulled out a curve, as if he was disdainful, and he sneered coldly, "Wu Lin has never had any kindness to me."

"Brother Zhang insisted on taking revenge?" Murong Changtian's tone became a little cold.

The flames swayed in an instant, as if they were about to go out, but they quickly recovered. The purple light in Zhang Kaifeng's eyes flashed and said, "Revenge? Brother Murong also thinks that returning this time is revenge?"

Murong Changtian spread his eyebrows: "Does there be other purposes?"

"It's better to say that it's the entire martial arts world, and even the entire Dayan owes me a word about the Demon Sword." Zhang Kaifeng said without hesitation.

Of course Murong Changtian knew that, but he still insisted: "Brother Zhang knows that once the whole thing is revealed, the turmoil in the martial arts world can even threaten the stability of the Great Yan. Do you want to go to Da Yan in a place that will never be restored, and the people will be in dire straits."

"If Brother Murong was in my position, what would you do?" Zhang Kaifeng looked at the person in front of him and asked this sentence. After a long time, he laughed at himself and said, "I am a vulgar man. He does not have the noble sentiment as Murong. He can't let go of that past event and cannot be revenge."

"Brother Zhang is really determined." Murong Changtian asked again: "Does he really want to push himself into a state of irreversible consequences?"

"How can the devil sword clan be entrusted to this life? There are only things that should be done or not." Zhang Kaifeng responded, saying, "I hope we will not be our opponents in the end."

"What should A Xue do? This is your change or not." Murong Changtian seemed very dissatisfied with the answer, his eyes flashed, and a huge atmospheric pressure swept over, and the flames were beating even more violently.

"She has entrusted you to the Murong family." Zhang Kaifeng said calmly when he ignored the air pressure.

"What a entrusted me, do you just want to clean it up?" Murong Changtian was not angry.

"I have an end to her relationship in this life, but Zhang has no blessings. I hope Brother Murong treats her well." After saying this, Zhang Kaifeng closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Seeing the man's cold side, Murong Changtian didn't know whether he should be angry or sad. The man who was once full of energy can now give up his beloved person for revenge. But after all, it was the cruelty of the martial arts world that forced the man to change and become so strange that he could even imagine the feeling of the coming of storm. He could only leave helplessly and go back to rest. He clinged to repair, and Zhang Kaifeng closed his eyes.

The night was dark, and Taurus came to change shifts soon after, followed by Murong Changtian. The three of them took turns to change shifts until early morning.

The smoke from the cooking stove was curling, and the camp prepared breakfast very early. Zhang Kaifeng personally cooked it, each with a bowl of rice porridge and some minced meat. In the distance, two little guys got up early to suck the purple air of the morning sun and temper themselves.

Soon, breakfast was ready, and several people who were practicing in the morning came over to eat the delicious food. After breakfast, the fog had dissipated, revealing the wide roads and lush forests. The camp had been cleaned up by the entourage, and then buried the Mars and others and then loaded them into the car to leave.

Zhang Kaifeng and his two little apprentices left first, while Taurus stayed behind and said, "Brother Murong, let's say goodbye first. If Brother Murong is free in the future, he is welcome to visit Nanshan Town at any time, so that I can do my best to be a landlord."

"Of course, go there naturally if you have time. Brother Jin takes care of him." Murong Changtian said.

"Miss Murong, take care of yourself after we leave." Hongying said, holding her hand.

Murong Qingxue nodded, a little absent-minded, looking at her eyes from time to time, but the figure was gone, leaving only depression in the ground. But she quickly smiled and said, "Taurus takes Sister Hongying to our Murong family place to have fun. Zhuhai Tingtao is very beautiful."

"I know, Axue, take care of yourself." After that, Taurus and others left the camp and rode on their horses to leave here.

Looking at the distance, Murong Changtian and others stopped staying for a long time to pack up their belongings and left here. They left in the direction of the Murong family and then parted ways.

Zhang Kaifeng looked calm and his eyes were always looking ahead without any intention of turning back. The two little apprentices didn't understand what was going on, and they were still carrying the big sword seriously and constantly trying to use the inner breath to move around. Taurus's face was a little complicated, but they didn't use to point out the thoughts of their friends.

In this way, he was traveling peacefully, and while walking and stopping, both of his little disciples followed him to practice. Now Zhang Kaifeng no longer focuses on the cultivation of internal strength. He has reached the peak of transformation of the gods and has taken a step forward. If he wants to break through, he must have external force or sublimation of his mood. However, sublimation of his mood is hard to come by, and even if he experiences a fierce battle of life and death, he may not succeed. The fierce battle in the capital has proved that he only needs to continuously improve two sets of sword techniques. But he also needs to go through actual combat improvement, but he is not in a hurry.

After a few intermittent days of travel, I finally looked at Nanshan Town from the mountains. In the quiet village, smoke from cooking and golden roosters crowing, one after another, the people of the town also worked for a day. For five years, the long-lost smell and long-lost smell will always relax when they come back here.

The sound of horse hooves attracted the attention of many people. The white-haired young man had already gotten off his horse and led the horse. Everyone was stunned at first, and then shouted happily. Zhang Kaifeng was back and he was not dead. After all, this child was grown up. Although they went out to explore, the elderly in the village still remembered him very much. They didn't dare to believe the bad news when they came. But after three years of news about him, the people in the village seemed to have accepted this reality. The elderly at the entrance of the village always lost their minds inexplicably when playing chess.

Halfway through the chess game, he was about to lose, so he would inexplicably call the young man's name and ask him to help him break the dead end. After the dead end was resolved, the old man laughed happily, which made the old man opposite him very depressed.

I came back and came back again. Everyone in the village came forward. Seeing that he was safe, I felt a little relieved. But the long hair like white snow made them feel inexplicably distressed. Thousands of words could only turn into a sigh, and kept repeating the sentence, "It's good to come back, it's good to come back."
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