The autumn wind blew up the fallen leaves in Jueqing Valley, and Lin Jingchen knelt in front of the thatched cottage for three days.
"Master, I want to go down the mountain."
There was silence in the house.
"I'm already eighteen years old, how long are you going to keep me in prison?"
The door opened. Mo Yuan walked out, his face as pale as paper. He looked at the child he had raised for eighteen years, with a complicated look in his eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"OK."
"Okay." Mo Yuan threw him a baggage, "If you beat me, you can leave."
Lin Jingchen drew his sword and used the eight basic sword techniques he had practiced for eighteen years to attack his master. Thirty moves later, Mo Yuan pierced his shoulder blade with his sword. The blood splattered on the fallen leaves was shocking.
"With this little ability, you still dare to go down the mountain?"
Lin Jingchen gritted his teeth and stood up, half of his body stained red with blood. He didn't speak, just stared at Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan was silent for a long time, then turned and went back to the house. After a long time, a hoarse voice came from the room: "There is dry food and silver in the baggage. Put on that piece of jade. Get out."
Lin Jingchen kowtowed three times and climbed out of the Heartless Valley without looking back.
He didn't know that behind him, Mo Yuan spurted a mouthful of blood on the ground, holding on to the door frame to keep from falling.
