It was almost noon, and there was still mist filling the valley.

The sun in early spring is as thin as a piece of paper, huddled deep in the sky.

Xu Huai, a young man who had been living in Tongbai Mountain for fifteen or sixteen years, was troubled in his heart at this moment as he stood at the top of the Yingzizui cliff seven or eight feet high, watching the carriage slowly move.

Slowly drive close to the cliff.

When the blue-shirted scribe stood up from the front of the car, the coachman had already placed the long knife wrapped in a baggage cloth across his knees. Xu Huai felt that the coachman was like a hungry wolf, ready to attack at any time.

He knows how to kill the prey and give it a fatal blow. I think this is probably what Uncle Seventeen calls a warrior, right? It really makes people feel powerful!

Not far behind, three brave men pretending to be hunters were very casual. In one hand they held a long straight-spine sword that was only common in the army.

He was pulling the reins to speed up the horse, hoping to stop the carriage before the hawk's mouth.

Seeing this scene, Xu Huai's heart tightened, and he held the hatchet behind him tightly with his hand. The veins on the back of his hand were knotted. He struggled in his heart for a while, gritted his teeth and shook his voice toward the cliff.

Asked: "Is the person who came here, the royal minister Zhongcheng Wang, who was demoted from Beijing and went to Tangzhou?"

"It's me!" The scribe in green shirt grabbed the reins and stopped the carriage, looked towards the cliff, and said proudly, "Your Excellency wants to take Wang Zhen's life, I'm here

Also, please don’t hurt innocent people!”

Xu Huai was shocked: is all this true?

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Xu Huai had been conscious for several days, but he still didn't understand what happened.

He seemed to have spent more than ten years in the Tongbai Mountains, and then he fell off his horse, suddenly woke up, and was thrust into countless strange places.

memory.

Maybe these memories were in his mind when he was born.

He couldn't remember anything from his childhood. His mother said that he suffered from severe brain disease after he was born. During the attack, his body would convulse violently and he could not control his hands.

Scratching my head, it feels like countless steel needles are pricking and stirring deep in my head.

After tenaciously growing up to the age of eight or nine, his brain disease eased, and he had some vague memories of what he had experienced, but his whole person seemed to be covered in a layer of confusion.

Oops, I'm very clumsy when talking and doing things, as if there's a string missing in my head.

Occasionally I would have some weird dreams, but they would be forgotten within a few days.

Until a month ago, he fell off his horse and hit the back of his head. He was not injured at all, and his mind suddenly came to his senses. It was like a shell had been hit suddenly.

broken.

At the same time, countless strange and strange memories burst out from the depths of my mind.

It's a pity that when he calmed down a little and recalled these memories, he found only a few fragments with no meaning.

Or maybe he can't remember anything off-screen.

It's like a big dream.

Maybe it's just a big dream.

Except for some emotions and feelings of melancholy, sadness, joy, or distress, there is nothing left and nothing can be recovered.

If there was anything certain, it was that he was certain that these memories had existed deep in his mind, as if he had been in a completely unfamiliar world.

Spent a lifetime.

It is also certain that the strange dreams he had when he was young are related to these memories. It is even possible that his childhood brain disease just cannot bear the impact of these memories.

It only occurs after the attack.

Of course, after he regained consciousness, some of the things he had experienced since childhood became clear.

Perhaps, it is far more than that.

Before that, he was forced by his mother to study at the clan school for several years. He could not even read several enlightenment scriptures in sequence, let alone read them.

These scriptures have profound interpretations.

Fortunately, now, he is not only fully aware of the content of these scriptures and the derived principles, but he can also see that there are many fallacies and tortuousness in them.

Rotten, a place worth mentioning.

His thinking at this time was sharper than ever before.

The whole person can be said to have been completely transformed.

Many things that I had been ignorant of in the past suddenly became clear.

This is not what a young man who has grown up in Tongbai Mountain for fifteen years should have!

Maybe those memories that he thought he couldn't remember, thought that nothing was left, and were like big dreams, were actually not lost, but fundamentally changed him.

.

He is no longer "him"?

Then who is he?

Xu Huai was confused for several days. When he was passing by Yingzizui when he was out of Huaiyuan Town a few days ago, a piece of text suddenly appeared in his mind. He felt as if he had been hit by an electric current.

one time:

"On the fifth day of Tianxuan's fifth year, Prince Zhongcheng, the imperial censor, was demoted to Tangzhou. In February, he passed through Tongbai Mountain and was killed by bandits..."

This passage was like a short historical record, and it seemed to be engraved in his mind after that moment.

However, there was no similar robbery and murder case in Yingzizui at that time, and no court officials were demoted passing through Huaiyuan Town. However, Xu Huai struggled with this memory for two years.

Three days later, a possibility suddenly occurred to me:

This text may be a "memory" that has not happened yet.

So in the past few days, he went out early and came back late, and went to Yingzizui Cliff to squat.

Not only did others think he was stupid again, he also suspected that when he so-called "sanity" recovered, he was actually possessed.

Until this moment when Wang Zhen stood up from the carriage and took his name, the shock in Xu Huai's heart was like a wave of crazy waves:

This sudden written memory was actually verified at this moment: the three people pretending to be Orions were the ones Wang Zhen was destined to encounter on his way to being demoted.

"Bandits"?

The key is that all this actually appeared in his mind a few days ago in the form of a piece of text?

What about the other almost forgotten memories, all from future generations that haven’t happened yet?

Yingzizui is located on the highest ridge of this slope. The carriage has not passed Yingzizui, so it cannot see the situation on the other side through the gap in Yingzizui.

Since there were pursuers and assassins squatting at the top of the cliff, the coachman guessed that there might be an ambush ahead, and he did not expect that the carriage could break out of the encirclement and unpack the baggage.

cloth, revealing a Zhanran long blade without a scabbard.

However, after Prince Wang revealed his name, the man at Yatou actually became silent. He didn't say a word or make any other movements for a long time. This made the driver feel sad.

A trace of impetuosity and doubt arose in my mind: What on earth do these people want to do?

The carriage drove slowly to the bottom of the cliff. The driver stared at the head of the cliff, which was somewhat obscured by the trees. At this time, he could clearly see that there was a strong young man at the head of the cliff. Although he was holding the hilt of a knife,

He was quite fierce, but there was no cruel look on his face.

The three assassins pretending to be Orions behind them did not take the opportunity to encircle them. They actually opened some distance and gathered together. They were staring at the cliff in surprise and suspicion.

Looking around, the coachman became even more confused:

Could it be that the young man from Yatou is not in the same group as the three people behind him?

The scholar in blue shirt was old and his eyes were dim. He could not clearly see the appearance of the Yatou boy. He shouted to Yatou again: "I know that you are also entrusted by others. I am not

I don’t know where you come from, but please take my life and don’t hurt innocent people!”

Xu Huai came back to his senses and saw that the three thieves had distanced themselves a little and did not retreat. They gathered together two hundred steps away. They all took the long bows in their hands and screamed in their hearts.

The pain is endless.

For several days in a row, he went out early and came back late, squatting on this cliff. He was just obsessed with verifying the memory that flashed in his mind, but he didn't want to be a hero.

Save Wang Zhen.

However, the reaction of these three thieves also made Xu Huai feel strange:

In addition to the rather tyrannical middle-aged man who looked like a coachman next to Wang Zhen, he suddenly stood at the top of the cliff to greet Wang Zhen. These three thieves should not have hesitated.

Retreat?

What kind of treasure was hidden in the carriage Wang Zhen was riding in that they still wanted to rob it?

Doesn't he look like a bandit?

No matter how greedy the robber is for money, he must save his life first, right?

Xu Huai thought that Wang Zhen had just mistakenly thought that he was "entrusted by others", and he was shocked. Could it be that these three people were not bandits, but that they were truly "entrusted by others"?

Come here to hunt down Wang Zhen?
To be continued...