The golden breeze is refreshing, the autumn wind is rustling, and it is late autumn.
The Yin hour has arrived, and the sky is still early in Gupu City, the capital of Lan Kingdom.
The streets were deserted, and all the vendors were busy in front of their stalls, preparing for today's business.
Lan Kingdom is located in Yuehua Continent. Because it is located at the confluence of harbors and rivers, transportation is convenient and commerce is prosperous. It is undoubtedly one of the major countries in Yuehua Continent.
In the rather hidden alley of the morning market, about a dozen men in black dispersed and formed a circle around a carriage.
The people in black were cautious of each other and alert to the surrounding environment, as if there might be danger at any time.
One of the men in black had a dark blue turban on his head and a long sword on his back.
The long sword is slender and straight, and there is a half-moon-shaped logo engraved on the tip. It is the unique symbol of Guyou Lingjian, a famous Jianghu gang in Yuehua Continent and unique to Xuanyang Palace.
Seeing the bustling streets with people coming and going, the man reminded the carriage surrounded behind him, "Heijian, it's time to go home."
"wait"
A slightly deep voice came from the carriage, and there was no sound after that.
If this conversation were heard by people in the world, they would be shocked.
No one knows exactly where Xuanyang Palace is located. They only know that it is mysterious and unpredictable. It has countless disciples and is famous in the world. No one dares to provoke it easily.
There are five gates under it, Xuanyang Gate, Jinglin Gate, Yufeng Gate, Hao Guard Gate and Yongsha Gate.
The Xuanyang Sect is the head of the five sects and is in charge of the other four sects, and is in charge of the deacons and elders. The Jinglin Sect is responsible for spying on intelligence, and most of the disciples are women. The Yufeng Sect is responsible for collecting news and transmitting information. The Hao Shoumen is responsible for recruiting disciples and training them uniformly.
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The last gate, the Brave Kill Gate, also known as the Killer Gate, is responsible for all assassination operations in Xuanyang Palace.
Killers are divided into five levels based on their skills. Black warriors are the first level, followed by red warriors, blue warriors, yellow warriors, and purple warriors. It is said that the first-class black warriors of the brave killing sect can fight one against a hundred.
There is no grass growing anywhere, no one is alive, and everyone is a cruel and cruel person.
It is really unimaginable what kind of turmoil would be caused if a man like Heishi appeared in Lan Kingdom in person?
The hour had passed, and everyone in the Xuanyang Palace finally reacted. A figure wearing a pure white tight-fitting robe stepped out of the surrounded carriage.
The figure is a tall and tall young man, dressed in black robes, holding a somewhat old cast iron long sword in his hand. The stem of the sword is five inches long, and the sword body is five times as long as the stem.
The man looked straight at a shortbread stall not far ahead.
There was an old man of half a year old on the stall who was busy preparing noodles with his hands.
The old man was skillful in his skills. He kneaded the flour in his hands a few times and turned it into a big dough.
The oil pan next to it started to smoke, and the fragrance of green onions floated in the air, making people want to eat it.
The morning market that kicked off gradually became lively, and the streets and alleys were filled with cars and horses, and there was an endless flow of people.
The customers at the stall were also busy, one after another, and it was very lively.
"Go back"
Following the man's order, a group of people from Xuanyang Palace disappeared into the alley, as if they had never appeared before.
At this moment, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl was glaring at her eyes, eagerly looking at the freshly baked shortbread on the shortbread stall. She looked very cute.
"Uncle Li, early morning, two scallion pancakes, less spicy and more ingredients."
The old man who was busy serving the cakes smiled when he heard the sound. He knew without looking that it was the little girl Ah Huai from the dance studio next door. She was the only one with such a light and pleasant accent.
"Ah Huai, don't let your aunt know how hungry you are, otherwise she will be accused of not being well-educated and gentle, and she will be grounded again."
Ah Huai changed when he heard this, and his salivating little face instantly pulled together, looking very aggrieved.
"Uncle Li, let's not mention my aunt!"
The well-known Wufang Aunt in Ximen Gupu City has always been stern in her actions and words, and she is even more strict with her disciples. No laziness, no greed, and strict self-discipline are the basic rules she teaches her disciples.
Because of this, the girls in the dance studio are well-educated and gentle. Although they are not from famous families, their playing, chess, calligraphy, painting, and etiquette are comparable to those of other ladies from famous families.
However, it was an accident for Ah Huai, who developed a naughty and troublesome character in a dance studio with many rules. Her temper was too lively and refused to be idle at all. It is no wonder that she was the only one who dared to sneak out just to eat cakes.
cake.
"Okay, Uncle Li will let you eat as much as you want of these sesame cakes today. How about it? Are you still aggrieved?" The old man waved his hands quickly, and the speed of kneading the noodles gradually increased.
"Uncle Li, it's true that you still love me. I'm going to sit in the room." The corner of Ahuai's mouth was flying, and the depressed look just now disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Since she could sneak out under the eyes of her sisters, she was naturally fully prepared.
As the saying goes, once is born, twice is ripe, and she has already prepared many excuses.
When she was about to enter the inner room, she subconsciously turned her head and looked at the alley not far ahead for some reason.
The alley was still empty and nothing unusual as usual.
Ahuai shook her head and looked back. She had always felt strange since getting up in the morning, as if something was going to happen.
If you don’t want to think about it anymore, let’s just eat sesame seeds.
Ah Huai quickly changed her mood and sat on the chair, looking up at the shortbread that was about to be put out.
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On the outskirts of the city in the north of Lan State, at the entrance of a dilapidated house, everyone from Xuanyang Palace who disappeared in the morning market appeared here.
Surrounding the house are two old, gray-painted walls, which may be blown down by the wind at any time.
The ground is overgrown with weeds, which are slightly taller than a person. The house is backed by a hill, which just blocks the morning sun, and the cold air is blowing, exuding bursts of coolness.
The Black Soldier stepped out of the carriage and did not react at all to the ruined courtyard in front of him. However, when he saw the high hanging plaque, he clenched his hands as if to be tough.
certain emotions.
The plaque is engraved with "Yongning Mansion". These three characters stand tall and unyielding, and you can see the golden characters glowing slightly in the dust accumulated all year round.
The man stretched out his tense hands and pushed open the closed double doors.
The front door of the house is dilapidated, and the inner courtyard is full of desolation and ruins, making it clear that it is an abandoned mansion.
The inner courtyard, which has been left unkempt all year round, is overgrown with weeds and moss can be seen everywhere. In late autumn, the trees wither and the westerly wind blows their leaves back to the ground, leaving dead leaves piled up on the ground.
The walls soaked by rain have already turned black and yellow, and a foul smell can still be smelled from time to time.
"You don't have to follow me. You can rest for a while and then start repairing the house."
Hearing the sound but not seeing him, the black killer had disappeared in front of everyone and walked through the front yard to the door of the backyard.
Compared with the withered and ruined scene in the front yard, the backyard is no different, with a few large trees that have long since withered, and a small courtyard.
There is a small pool in the courtyard, as well as a rockery whose appearance has long been unclear. Reeds that are already over one foot high make the moss-filled pool look a bit weird.
The man stepped on the dark green ground, stepped on the dead leaves on the ground, and walked calmly inside. Within a short time, the white boots on his feet were stained, but he didn't care.
He held his hands tightly, feeling excited inside.
Eight years passed in the blink of an eye, and he was finally gone!
He could finally see with his own eyes the old home he missed day and night.
These old bricks and tiles have long been deeply reflected in his heart, and he has never forgotten them.
"I, Zhuzi Jian, am back." This chapter has been completed!