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The wind of the early morning made people shiver. On the cliff, Yan Wenqing tightly held his body with his hands. A strand of hair covered his sitting eyes, and crystal clear tears began to appear in his right eye. He felt his heart tighten.

The old man gazed at the distant sky and continued, "In that conversation with the bandits, I already noticed that your heart had not calmed down, and hatred still exists in your heart."

Yan Wenqing was startled, but he didn't say anything. His chest was churning fiercely. He only looked at the usually strict and gentle old man in front of him. His body seemed so frail that it made people's hearts tremble. This old man had too many stories of heartache and sorrow.

He had lived in seclusion for dozens of years now, and created < The Flower Butterfly's Healing >. This was his life's effort, and he buried all of it in this secret martial arts manual. However, all of it was stolen by your heartless Martial Uncle, but this secret manual is made up of mental skills and techniques, and your Martial Uncle only recorded and did not remember the moves on it. At that time, your Martial Uncle only asked for its skills, and it caused him to go berserk. A bloody scene was set off in the martial arts world. Those butterfly like light moves were not something that could be broken by anyone, and those light techniques were even more unparalleled. Both the black and white of the martial arts world were chasing him, some just to get rid of this demon, and some just to get this martial arts manual that no one could beat. Your teacher was afraid that the secret manual would fall into the hands of more people and cause a massacre, so he returned to the world to find the secret manual and your uncle. However, when he found your uncle, he had already become an evil monster that would kill without any hesitation. "With the help of the butterfly, your teacher recovered the secret manual and took your uncle to Shaolin Temple in the hope that it would make him feel better, but your uncle escaped from Shaolin Temple, his demon heart still intact, and he is still doing evil things in the martial world." The old man's voice had clearly slowed down, and he could hear the sadness in his voice, as if streams were flowing through every part of his body, covering his entire body, but the old man did not lose his composure.

Yan Wenqing stared at the old man in front of him. He looked at the wrinkles that covered his forehead and cheeks, at the silver white hair and beard that had been washed away by time, and at the slowly rolling adam's apple.

His master had never spoken so much before. Was he trying to teach him a lesson? Or was he releasing his own pent-up sadness? He had never felt this way before. He loved him and taught him martial arts, but he had never looked at him seriously before. The look in his master's eyes right now was incredibly strange to him.

The wind was slightly tearing the old man's aged face. The birds flew up from the treetops and flew into the valley. The bright and gentle sunlight covered the entire cliff face of the forest. The emerald green leaves flashed with a bright light. The cedar trees on the cliff were vigorous but desolate. The wind blew past them like an old man who had gone through many vicissitudes of life.

The old man turned around and said to Yan Wenqing, "Master has once again stepped into the wrong world. This time, no one expected the outcome; Master killed his beloved disciple in front of all the heroes of the world. When the sword passed through your Martial Uncle's body, I saw your Martial Grandmaster's hand shaking, and it was shaking violently, as if his body was cut open. He did not expect such an outcome and killed his own disciple with his own hands. However, this is the only option left to him. When your uncle-master fell, he sobbed out his master, and his eyes were filled with tears. "

The old man's body was trembling. Was it an unstoppable cold? His eyes were moist and tears were streaming down his aged face.

He fell down in the pool of blood that flowed down on his own, and the entire space was filled with the smell of blood. He was looking up at the sky, as if he was shouting at the entire world, I want to be invincible, blood was spinning in his pupils.

This was the first time Yan Wenqing saw his master cry. The tears of an old man were so clear that it hurt his heart so much.

The old man continued, "I grew up with my senior brother. I studied martial arts with my master and gathered medicinal herbs. Together, we climbed that mountain." He pointed at the lofty mountain in the distance. At this moment, the figure of the old man was truly heartbreaking. He was like a child, pointing towards the distance. He is always stronger than I am and always comes to the top before me. "

"Ever since your grandteacher came back from the mountain, his hands had been shaking non-stop. He grew thinner and thinner day by day from fear. He kept repeating to me that he shouldn't have killed your uncle and that your uncle could return to his original state. He repeatedly called out your uncle-master's name in his dreams, thinking that it was all his fault. "

The old man turned around and walked over to a large pine tree next to the cliff. With a slightly trembling hand, he used his hand to brush away the grass and vines that were hanging on the cliff wall. Yanwen Qing looked over and saw that three words were deeply engraved on the stone wall: "Reflect over the wall." These words were majestic and old, and were covered with green moss.

"This was carved by your grand-teacher years ago, but he has never thought about it here. He." The old man's voice was choked with sobs. "He jumped off this cliff with hatred for himself and with guilt for your Martial Uncle. "From then on, < Defeat of the Butterfly > disappeared from this world with your master. No one knew where it was, and he never told anyone where the secret manuals were hidden."

The old man's eyes were bloodshot, "Qing'er, Master wants you to understand that the grudges and grudges under the heavens will never stop. As a hero, if you want to exact revenge, you can't, and the small grudges can't. If you have no hatred, then the world has no hatred. If you do not seek revenge, then the world has no hatred. If those who practice martial arts have hearts as gentle as water and as clear as the sky, then the world would naturally be devoid of bloody rain and foul wind of slaughter. "

"Don't live for the hatred of the past. I know the darkness and pain that you experienced when you were a teenager, and the departure of your loved ones will naturally leave many shadows for a child who has yet to experience the world, but those are all in the past. You have already grown up, you need to think about the present, think about the future.

"Your disciple will remember your teachings." Yan Wenqing kneeled down. "It was my fault in the past. I shouldn't have had the heart to take revenge. In the future, I will listen to Master's teachings and not have the heart to hate." His voice was loud and straightforward.

The old man nodded his head in satisfaction.

The wind in the valley gently blew up the clothes of the two people standing by the cliff. The bird's clear voice could be heard.