Those who should cry, no one who should cry, and those who should not cry, cried.

The white-clothed guest sitting on the edge of the cliff was peaceful and cried.

Tears rustled over the cover of the hat. Under the moonlight, there was a silver-gray glow, falling along the cliff one by one. Then, in the night wind, it suddenly collapsed and turned into a faint, lonely, helpless dust...

In this world, no one will know his sadness and his pain.

Maybe, he never intended to let people know.

So, even if he cried, he found such a place where no one was, and cried alone.

Finally, he stopped his tears, wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes, slowly turned his head, and looked at a towering pine tree behind him.

Under the pine tree, at some point, a middle-aged man in green with his hands on his back stood, elegant and handsome.

Swimming in a dream.

"You killed the Master Mo Jian?"

"He can't kill?"

"When he dies, he means that the Yellow-Shirt Sect will go to a complete decline and even destruction."

"Can the Yellow Shirt Sect perish?"

"At least, not now."

"So when should it be?"

Dreamy Yu repeated: "I said it, at least not now."

An Wufeng said: "So, let it go, and the Venerable Mojian humiliated countless innocent girls, Yun Zhonglong and others helped the evildoer to abuse, and killed his fellow martial artsmen and stood by and watched?"

In the dream, he said: "Yes."

An Wufeng couldn't help but be angry: "Give me your reason!"

In the dream, I walked out slowly from under the tree, walked to the edge of the cliff, sat side by side with An Wufeng on the ground, staring at the gray-white cliff under the moonlight, and was silent for a while, then stretched out my finger to point to the bottomless deep cliff, and slowly said: "You know that in a cliff that is deeper than this, my child was forced to fall off the cliff and disappeared for ten years. Among them, the biggest promoter is the Yellow-Shirt Sect. It can be said that in this world, the most hatred of the Yellow-Shirt Sect is the child's father, me. However, I have not touched them."

An Wufeng's body trembled slightly and he said in a deep voice: "Why?"

Dreaming said: "Do you want to know?"

An Wufeng bit his lip and said, "You said it, I'll listen."

In the dream, You nodded slightly and said, "Actually, even if you don't want to listen, you must listen."

This sentence completely reveals the domineering power of the king in the dream, but in the world of martial arts, he is indeed the existence of the king, which no one can question.

Therefore, An Wufeng did not object and silently agreed.

Dream Journey was also silent for a moment, as if he organized appropriate language. Then, he sighed gently, raised his hand to point at the mountains in the distance, and said slowly: "You know, this land of China and the beautiful rivers and mountains originally belonged to our Han Dynasty, and the home for the children of the Han family to live and work in peace and contentment. However, decades ago, it was forcibly broken by the Mongolian iron hoof and captured the ruling regime. Although I Dream Journey never excluded foreign tribes, their massacre of our Han family and various ravages of human nature make people heartbroken and indignant!"

He paused and continued: "But under their high pressure, people gradually lost resistance and passion, and were as gentle as a group of little sheep who could be slaughtered. It is not difficult to foresee that in the past, the thousands of years of civilization and culture of this nation will disappear in the long river of history. This country, in the process of reversing history, gradually returns to the primitive world, will be a group of ignorant, barbaric, primitive people living."

An Wufeng's mind was shocked and he couldn't help but turn his head and look at Mengzhongyou.

But I unexpectedly discovered that my temples in my dream had already turned gray.

A middle-aged man who is less than fifty years old, especially mastering the highest secrets of martial arts and has cultivated the body of chaos. In a certain myth, his body is already integrated with the universe, without any poisons and invading all seasons. How could he grow old too early in his prime? What is he working hard?

Now, An Wufeng finally knew that what he was worried about was the rise and fall of civilization and culture that had been protecting this country and nation for thousands of years!

In an instant, he suddenly realized a lot, a lot.

He suddenly said, "So, you kept the Yellow-Shirt Sect to make things difficult for the martial arts world. You even let the Yellow-Shirt Sect destroy Hongyulou and make it bigger, step by step pushing the Yellow-Shirt Sect to the position of public enemy in the entire martial arts world. Then, through the Huangshan Sect, suppressing all sects, and urging all sects to unite and ignite the fire that has been extinguished in their hearts for a long time?"

Mengyou also felt a sudden heart. He moved his eyes and stared at An Wufeng's hat. After a moment of silence, he sighed quietly and said, "It's interesting. You kid is not only a genius in martial arts, but also a very good IQ. Unfortunately, not only my missing child does not understand this time, but even the people around him find it difficult to understand it. He often blames me, and has been tolerant of the Yellow Shirt Sect and does not care about the children at all. Only God knows how painful my heart is!"

An Wufeng muttered in a low voice: "You didn't say that, he is not a worm in your stomach..."

The dream of You was obviously distracted, and he was so close that he didn't hear anything he said. He just heard the last word "roundworm" vaguely, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned and said, "What did you say?"

An Wufeng said: "Maybe, you didn't tell the people around you that they had misunderstood."

In the dream, You shook your head slightly and said, "You think this is a commonplace and can be hyped up at will. If you can't do it well, it will be a disaster in minutes. Even if I have the ability to understand the sky and the earth, I can't expect to protect every relative and friend. In this way, it will harm them..."

An Wufeng thought about it, in fact, it was really the case, but he was still unclear: "You don't even dare to reveal the people closest to you easily, why tell me?"

I was stunned in my dream, my eyes flashed through An Wufeng's hat, and I looked at the dark clouds in the sky from afar. There was wind and clouds moving, revealing a star that was flashing with a glimmer of light. His eyes were also flashing, very bright.

He seemed to have finally made a major decision and said slowly: "Because you have broken my plan, so you have to make up for your fault."

An Wufengdao: "How to make up for it?"

In the dream, You said: "Now, Tiemur is in charge of the rule of the country, and he has no descendants. In other words, his lineage will be without successors. After him, it will inevitably lead to a battle for royal power, and all forces in the court will take sides and fight. What you have to do is to take this opportunity to secretly push us Han people to occupy a position."

An Wufeng said: "In the temple, civil and military officials may not help others by relying on some Han officials."

In the dream, You shook his head slightly: "It is better to have a Han person talking than to no Han person speaking. At least, at present, in order to consolidate the regime, the rulers in power will still choose to obey the opinions of the Han officials."

An Wufeng said: "Do I have to do it?"

Dream You slowly said: "This is an obligation that every Han family must bear unconditionally, but there are too many people who do not have your ability."

An Wufeng said uncertainly: "I, can I?"

Meng You stretched out his hand, patted his shoulder, and said, "If only one person in this world can accomplish this, this person is you."

An Wufeng pondered and said, "It seems that you are here tonight, so I will do this."

Mengzhongyou stood up and said, "Of course there are some, where have you sent Aqiang?"

An Wufeng stumbled slightly and said, "Qingcheng."

In the dream, You nodded slightly and said, "No, it's a good place. This reminds me of another thing."

An Wufeng couldn't help but feel anxious, not knowing that he wanted to let himself do something difficult.

Sure enough, I heard the dream of You smile and said, "So, the position of the head of Qingcheng Sect is still hanging in the air. You can sit down this head."

An Wufeng, who had just stood up, shook his body and almost fainted. After calming down, he said carefully: "Are you really not kidding?"

Dreaming said: "Of course not. Although I have never seen your martial arts skills yet, I have seen the scene of the murder of the Venerable Sword in Hengshan Villa. It is just based on the power of the extinction of that sword. It is just the position of the head of the Qingcheng Sect. It is considered to be a useless person. Don't think it's wrong."

An Wufeng thought for a while and said, "But I know nothing about Qingcheng swordsmanship. I can't be a leader of a sect but does not know the martial arts of other sects. Wouldn't it make people laugh?"

Dreaming You said: "This is nothing. Twenty years ago, Zhao Jue, a genius from Qingcheng Sect, had a good time with me and had a discussion. I can transfer the Qingcheng sword technique to you."

An Wufeng knows that the temperament of wandering in his dreams will never change what determines it.

So, he had no choice but to accept it.

Alas, in the dream, he was the only one who could complete the mission of going to the capital. However, what he wanted to say was that in this world, the untempered person who forced him to compromise for, was probably only one person in his dream.

After all, in this world where strength is the most respected, even if his martial arts can kill Master Mo Jian in seconds, it is not enough to fight head-on compared with the chaotic power in the dream.
Chapter completed!