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A sound of footsteps slowly appeared beside the stone behind Yu Buyi. Yu Buyi didn't move, as if he had lost interest in everything, and he still leaned lazily against the stone wall, his eyes drooping, and he didn't say anything.

The person next to the stone sighed softly: "Brother Yu, are you still worried about the decision of the general? "

Yu accidentally rolled his eyes, as if he was about to open his eyes, but he still lowered his face and said with a blank expression: "He is the head, he has the final say. He will do whatever he wants. I am just a wild crane, it has nothing to do with me."

The man next to the stone sighed and said, "Brother Yu, you know too. The only ones in our Yellow-Shirt Sect are left. In fact, they are already in name only. And the reason why the son would rather give up his position to him and come out again is of course his reason. You, I, just take care of yourself, and everything else is nothing to do."

Yu didn't know that he finally spoke and said lightly: "Brother Xiang, you know, we have been working hard with the boss. I admire his behavior very much. At least, let me know why I work hard. Now, sometimes, I am really confused. What am I doing and why?"

The man in yellow clothes on the side of the stone is Xiang Zuoyu.

Xiang Zuoyu was speechless.

Because, sometimes, he is also confused.

Suddenly, Xiang Zuoyu raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was talking to himself: "What, can you be afraid of death?"

Yu accidentally patted the tiger beside him and said lightly: "What are you worried about? Isn't that master of the Poison Kingdom controlled the outside? As long as he pushes the formation, even the master is confused and can't find the North. Then, poisonous gas invades the body, and he will definitely die within three days."

Xiang Zuoyu snorted coldly and said, "Brother Yu, are you deliberately angry with me?"

Yu Buyi seemed to be surprised and said, "What's wrong, I'm not saying anything wrong?"

Xiang Zuoyu turned his head and looked at a thatched cottage in the distance, lowered his voice and said, "I am still a master of the Poison Country. I am in my forties and fifties. Why have I never heard of it in the world and feel a lot of water?"

Yu said lazily: "Brother Xiang, you don't know this. In the world, there are two kinds of people who are afraid of, one is the killer, and the second is the poisonous person. Because, being friends with the killer, it is difficult for you to guarantee that he will stab you at a certain moment. As for a person covered in poisonous substances, can you feel assured to get close to him? Not to mention being poisoned, the various snakes and insects hidden on him, they are disgusting and disgusting. If you don't believe it, you can see if the wizards in Miaojiang like to be alone? In fact, it is not their likes, but it is difficult for people to like to walk with them."

After a slight pause, he continued: "So, the popularity of killers and poison masters is never significant, otherwise, they will be not far from death."

This is not without reason. Once the reputation of killers and poison masters is over-popular, it indirectly means that more people die at their hands. At the same time, the enemies they have formed have increased, and the mortality rate will naturally increase.

Those who kill people will always kill them. If killing is a game, then this is a set rule of the game.

To escape this rule, you must make yourself strong enough to surpass the rules, let others continue to abide by the rules, and be free in the world.

This is the lifelong pursuit of martial arts people. However, in the confrontation of weapons, the blood from boiling to cooling down, and suddenly, how many people can get out of the punishment of the rules?

Therefore, after many masters reach a certain state of mind, they develop sudden enlightenment, let go of their reputation, withdraw from the world, stay away from the rules, and spend the rest of their lives silently.

However, Xiang Zuoyu tried to refute: "It is said that Mu Qiangnong, the first person in the killer world today, is the closed disciple of the Master Mo Jian, is very famous. Aren't he still alive?"

Yu said quietly, "Maybe, the time has not come."

Xiang Zuoyu was speechless, and suddenly felt like chatting, and was indifferent. He wanted to go out and said vaguely: "I'd better go over and take a look. Perhaps it's because the master who knows the cracks is still unsure if he can sneak in."

I didn't answer unexpectedly and closed my eyes completely.

Xiang Zuoyu had been wandering around the winding mountain road for a while and was already very close to the edge, but he saw that the trees in the mountains in front were covered with white mist and a vast white area.

Near the edge of the fog forest, Xiang Zuoyu stopped and looked at it. But in the fog forest, there was a faint man wearing a gray robe, sitting cross-legged, disheveled, standing in front of his chest with his left palm, holding a whisk in his right hand, his lips trembled, and constantly opening, as if he was muttering something.

Not far away from it, two figures slowly climbed up. However, their movements were not only slow, but also trembling, as if they were being shackled by some invisible pressure, and they were struggling with all their strength.

Obviously, the abnormal movement Xiang Zuoyu sensed not long ago was these two people.

He nodded secretly and admired him very much. Although these two people were not very skilled, they were still quite persistent in protecting their lives, which was also a manifestation of responsibility.

Life is a responsibility. If you are irresponsible to your own life, what else can you expect to be responsible to and who will you be responsible to?

However, no matter how much praise is, it does not mean kindness. Before entering this mountain, these two people regarded their wisdom as wise men in the martial arts world, and would only enter after understanding certain details. In other words, they chose to come in without knowing the danger. That is not to be a tragedy or something?

"Wow! Ah!"

The two outsiders shouted violently, and their bodies shot up and rushed towards the man in gray robe sitting cross-legged.

The man in gray robe stood his left palm and his chest unchanged. The whisk suddenly raised. The two people in the air that were still slim away from him seemed to hit the iron wall of the copper wall, and fell vertically, falling into the flowers and plants, without any movement.

Xiang Zuoyu took a deep breath and thought, "I didn't expect that what I said was not false. This person's name was not passed down. It's not that he couldn't do it, but that he was hiding deeply. Hey, the 'Poison Country Master' Tibetan Wenshan was indeed not blown out. It seems that I have to be careful of this person."
Chapter completed!