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People were shuttling back and forth on Chang An Street, each of them with an anxious expression on their faces. This Golden Autumn Festival was truly unfortunate, and it was the same for everyone.

When He Lintong reached a small market, a white figure suddenly appeared in front of him. The figure's speed was so fast that one couldn't see his appearance, but this made He Lintong realize something. He then followed the departing figure.

This white figure was deliberately attracting his attention, so that he could follow him. Not long after, the white figure brought He Lin Tong to a piece of wasteland near the hillside, and they entered a dilapidated temple that was erected in the middle of the wasteland.

He Lin Tong carefully walked into the temple. This person had purposely brought them here. He had informed them that there would be no danger to their lives, but he was fully focused on the surrounding movement. After the white figure entered the temple, it disappeared without a trace. He Lin Tong slowly walked into the temple. The temple was covered in dirty spider webs, and a large Buddha statue was covered in dust. It was obvious that no one had been here for a long time.

He Lintong carefully observed his surroundings for any movement, but other than the deathly silence and the spiderwebs fluttering in the wind, there was nothing else.

"Hero He." Suddenly, a man's voice came from behind He Lintong. In the desolate temple, He Lintong felt slightly horrified.

He Lintong turned around. A young man wearing white clothes was standing at the entrance of the temple. His face was sharp and clear, handsome and proud. The folding fan in his right hand slapped the palm of his left hand.

The face was so familiar that it appeared in his mind for some time.

"Hero He, do you still remember me?" The man's face was dark as the sun shone down on his back.

This man not only gave him goosebumps in this desolate temple, but also made him feel the killing intent that came from the air.

The man in white who arrived at He Lintong's place said, "Hero He, I did not lure you here for revenge. I have something to say to you."

"Are you the mysterious killer with the throat seal?" Seeing the fan in his hand, his first reaction was that this person was not as simple as he thought.

"Hero He is joking." The man in white slowly stepped into the room. "I am the mysterious person you all spoke of, the one who could seal one's throat and take one's life. However, I am not an assassin. I am an avenger, avenging the innocent."

The bright sunlight shone on the man's angular profile, and his handsome face seemed so imposing. It was Yan Wenqing.

"In recent years, the Hong Tong Sect has done many things that they despise. If the hero were to seek the Hong Tong Sect for revenge and tell us where the hatred lies, I, He, will let you take it." He Lintong's tone was sonorous, but it carried a lot of guilt. However, he believed that the person in front of him would not casually take his life.

"You won't have to come here if you want your life." Yan Wenqing looked at the bright sunlight projection on the ground, then looked at He Lintong, who was standing there, with eyes filled with infinite melancholy, "Does Hero He still remember the bloody incident at the Yellow Mountain before the third day of the third month? Some of the demons in the martial arts world mercilessly killed the old ancestor in order to get the unparalleled evil secret, < < Butterfly > >."

Hearing this, He Lin Tong's body trembled. Of course he remembered this, it was the Hongtong Sect's fault, "Of course he remembered, the Hongtong Sect was the culprit behind this incident."

"Fortunately, Hero He still remembers. That's right, you guys killed Old Senior Zhuo and forced his beloved disciple and a girl to fall off a cliff in an endless abyss." Every time she thought back to these tears, they would uncontrollably leak out. She would think of her master's kind face, remember the mottled bloodstains, remember that bottomless, beast-like thought that crossed the cliff. "You guys even burned his hope and Legacy."

He thought of that room, the room where the butterflies danced, the room filled with the Wings of the Wings. It was a ruin, and there was no longer the smile of a sister in a dream.

"So it's really you. I thought all of this was just a coincidence. I never would have thought that you were still alive." Ever since He Lin Tong first met Yan Wenqing on Changan Street, he felt that he had met this person there. However, his memory was so blurry that he could not recall. She had also seen him fall into a bottomless cliff with her own eyes, but she hadn't thought that he would actually be alive.

"Yes, I'm Yan Wenqing, the beloved disciple who has won over the old senior. Of course, you wouldn't think that a young man like him would still be alive after falling into a bottomless cliff. Moreover, he will soon be standing in front of you again." Yan Wenqing said with thick anger in his voice.

He Lin Tong was startled. Originally, he had guessed that this opportunity would come so suddenly.

"I have a deep grudge with everyone in the Hong Tong faction. I can avenge my master at any time, but you are not one. I cannot kill you." Yan Wenqing said faintly.

He Lintong looked at the man in front of him and suddenly felt that he was so righteous. However, he was his enemy from the beginning to the end. This was something that would never change. You can take my life to avenge your master. "

"Hehe, but I can't kill someone who doesn't have any evil intentions." Yan Wenqing said, his face suddenly filled with a terrifying malevolence, "My real enemy is Liu Feng, one of the reasons I brought you here is to know where Liu Feng is now?"

He Lin Road: "If the Sect Leader doesn't look for us, we'll never find him."

"You don't know where he is now?" He had been searching for him these past few days, but he hadn't been able to find a trace of him. Liu Feng had indeed mysteriously appeared and disappeared, and because he was worried about the safety of his grandma and Xiao Lan, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"I don't know. Where he went, he never told us." He Lintong said firmly, not telling him where he was. This was Liu Feng's way of doing things.

He Lin Tong paused for a moment and said: "In other words, your martial arts are the unrivalled evil ?"

Yan Wenqing interrupted him without letting He Lintong continue, "No, < Deal of the Butterfly > is not the evil martial arts that the martial artists speak of. Back then, my master, Mo Yi, secretly trained in a secret manual of his master, and because he didn't learn it completely, he went berserk, causing him to recklessly kill people in the martial arts world. Not a copper body protection. "