Today is also the day I was attacked by the little lord

The separation and reunion of this world is like the clouds rolling and the clouds dispersing, forming strange peaks in a leisurely place. Even though the surface is calm and the waves are calm, the inner tide is often turbulent.

200 years ago, Li Weiran, a hero of a generation, was born out of nowhere. He drove a long chariot through Lianheng Mountain, established himself as a country named Liang, and soon led his troops to sweep across all parts of the mainland, forcing the surrounding countries to bow their heads and surrender. He himself occupied the central and southern parts of the mainland. Fengshui treasure land, established the Guozuo of Daliang.

Emperor Liang Yuan made a good start for the country, but the sage king was only three generations old, and the subsequent children became more and more weak.Among them, there are those who are oblivious to the government, those who are lazy in politics, and those who are obsessed with sensuality. It is now the third year of the new emperor's accession to the throne, and the chaos in the administration of Liang Guo and the decline of the country have long been revealed.

It is also ridiculous to say that when Emperor Liang ascended the throne, he used the name "Kaixi" just to adopt its meaning of "opening Chennaixin and extending Fuxi".The words are used to wish for good, but the reality is not as expected. There are hungry and disaster victims on the border, the national treasury has been running low for years, and the forces of the Quartet are even more eager to move. Compared with the joyful year, it can't help but look extra ironic.

As for Langjing, the capital of the Liang Kingdom, it has a pleasant climate, rich products, developed commerce, and countless delicious food, sensuality, and entertainment venues.Although the political turmoil and the famine in the distant land are getting worse, this city is still beautiful alone, singing and dancing everywhere, showing a scene of prosperity and prosperity.

Especially in the southeast of the city where sensuality gathers, there is no need to mention the indulgence at night, even in the daytime, there is an endless flow of people coming and going, this Nanfeng Pavilion named "Wuxie Building" is no exception, the person in charge The tortoise in red greeted a group of new guests with a smile on his face, and carefully told the servant not to neglect, then he turned around and went upstairs gracefully.

When the figure of the man disappeared behind the wall, the happy smile on his face instantly disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by a certain solemn and dignified expression.His originally slightly flirtatious Danfeng eyes narrowed gloomyly, and his feet were flying like flying. After a few breaths, he climbed up to the fourth floor and stepped into a hidden ear room.

I saw a person lying on the bed in the room, with a slender figure and exquisite silhouette, wearing a plain singlet, and the looming skin on the chest was even a little fairer than satin.

The man turned his face slightly at this moment, his beautifully shaped lips were slightly parted, and he couldn't help panting tremblingly.Big drops of cold sweat dripped from the smooth forehead, the slender eyebrows were gathered together, and his face was pale and frosty, as if he was enduring great pain.

"No...don't...go away!"

For a moment, he suddenly let out a low cry, and woke up suddenly from the entangled nightmare.His eyes were still dazed, but at the same time he sensed the presence of another person in the room, his frail body sat up in the blink of an eye, and immediately put his hands across his chest in a defensive posture.

Some habits that have been accumulated over the years have already become the instinct of the body, even though they have been tortured and weakened by illness, they have not changed a bit.

Seeing this, the man in red couldn't help but sighed, and poured a cup of warm water from the coffee table beside him, and said calmly, "Lord Su Xun, don't panic, but you're caught in a nightmare again? Drink some water first to suppress the shock."

"... Zhiheng?"

With great difficulty, Su Xun managed to condense his distracted thoughts. Su Xun squinted his eyes and tried to adapt to the light in front of him. Only then did he recognize the identity of the person in front of him. He swayed and fell limp again. A bitter tinge appeared at the corners of his pale mouth. smile:

"How long have I been asleep this time?"

The man in red named Ye Zhiheng had a serious expression on his face. After hesitating for a moment, he said slowly, "You slept for a day and a night this time, but compared to what happened a month ago, I don't know how much better. Hua Sheng San Poison Severe, even if suppressed with internal force, the remaining poison will inevitably escape. At present, the toxins in the viscera have been basically removed, but some scattered along the meridians have spread to the cranium, which makes you often unconscious and even numb in your limbs... The villain will try his best to get rid of it with needles, please be patient for a while."

Su Xun nodded, took the teacup and took a sip, letting the slightly hot water soak the dryness in his throat, and his pale lips were faintly blush.

Then he tried his best to support his body, leaned against the head of the bed, and let out a soft breath: "Now I'm just doing my best... The poison in me is naturally known in my heart, you can do your best, don't worry too much .”

"It's the duty of a villain to share your labor and worry." Ye Zhiheng sighed sadly. At this moment, Su Xun's frail appearance came into view, and he felt sore in his heart. The perpetrators of identity are cut to death.

I still remember that back then, when he was caught up in a feud and murder due to his family competing for the puppet secret technique, when he was about to die, it was Su Xun who shot through the air with the soul-seeking sword and saved him from the fire and water.From then on, the ruthless figure of the god who blocked and killed the god has been engraved in his mind, and his color has not changed after many years, and he has also tempered himself assiduously and followed him faithfully to the death.

A year ago, Su Xun was plotted against by someone during the execution of the mission, and he was poisoned. He went to various places to ask for help, and only managed to rescue him.

And Huasheng San is a strange poison that everyone in the world has heard of. Not only is the attack process extremely painful, but it will also invade the viscera and eat away the body functions one by one, causing the poisoned person to die within five days. Hua Tuo is irreversible even if he is reborn.

When he found the person, Su Xun had been poisoned for more than half a month, and the person who had no physiology insisted on relying on his amazing internal strength to generate adversity zhenqi, suppressing the toxin in the dantian air point so that it would not spread.

The price of doing so is also huge, regardless of the use of martial arts, the meridians of the whole body are severely damaged.And those toxins that hadn't had time to be restrained also gave people headaches, flowing all over Su Xun's body, frequently making him linger on the sick bed, and it took a full year of recuperation to fully recover.

"Zhiheng, it will be the Mid-Autumn Festival in a few days." Su Xun's eyes flickered, and his slender eyebrows frowned, showing a helpless arc, "It's been a year, time flies so fast."

His words reminded Ye Zhiheng that there is a secret that is not a secret among the people of the Liang Kingdom. Whenever a local tyrant makes chaos and poisons a party's life, there will always be forces to secretly obliterate him and pay him an unjust death. Justice for the innocent.

The unknown part is deep in the deep underground, a huge space is spreading at an extremely fast speed, and countless passages and those discrete locations are connected into lines, outlining a huge cross-border territory.

This is the organization that Su Xun once belonged to - Xuanxiao Pavilion.

"According to the rules of Xuanxiao Pavilion, those who have not completed the mission one year after accepting it, those who died, and those who defected are considered mission failures. Because of the secret of their identity, they must be brought back to Xuanxiao Pavilion for punishment."

The slender eyelashes cast a faint shadow on the pale cheeks, Su Xun stared ahead, with a sad smile on his face: "The one-year period is up, I think Tianwu will definitely not let me go, come and investigate I'm afraid he's already on his way."

He also explained to Ye Zhiheng about this matter that due to the special nature of the task, people in Xuanxiao Pavilion often take the names of gods and monsters in "Shan Hai Jing" as their pronouns for self-protection, and usually wear black robes and hoods. The face is also covered with a glass mask, and they don't know each other's real appearance.

"Zhuyin" is his name in the pavilion, since he joined Xuanxiao Pavilion ten years ago, he has completed countless assassination missions, and the soul-chasing sword in his hand has taken the lives of many treacherous thieves.But now that he has been defeated and lost for a year, I am afraid that no matter how much glory he had in the past, he is now covered with a suspicious haze.

"Cough cough," Su Xun coughed lightly, recalling Ye Zhiheng's thoughts, "By the way, Zhiheng, how is the matter that I asked you before?"

Ye Zhiheng nodded, took out a beautifully carved wooden box from his sleeve and opened it.I saw a bracelet lying quietly on the crimson cushion in the box. The bracelet is made of resin material, the whole body presents a crystal clear dark green, and looks like tiny vines intertwined from a distance.

The wrist bracelet is dotted with several clear gemstones. If you look closely, there seems to be a faint brilliance flowing among them.

He took out the bracelet and put it on Su Xun's wrist, the green bracelet against the fair skin on the wrist, like a touch of fresh green in the ice and snow, really beautiful.

"This thing is called breath, as the name suggests, it is a container for releasing internal force."

Ye Zhiheng smiled slightly: "Fortunately, the puppet technique can still come in handy. There are a total of 20 puppet orbs on this bracelet, each of which can store enough internal energy for you to attack continuously for more than several hours, and it can be triggered with just a tap of your finger; And I injected real energy when making it, and there are air pockets attached to the gems. After the stored internal force is exhausted, it can be restored to its original state after standing for three days. The puppet treasure recognizes the owner, you are the No.1 it touches, At this moment, it has merged with your breath, and others cannot use it even if they obtain it."

As soon as the words fell, he took out a pair of small and light daggers and placed them in front of Su Xun, and drew them out of their sheaths:

"This is a pair of daggers made for you. After all, your internal strength is used to suppress poison, and the heavy soul-seeking sword is no longer suitable for use... This pair of daggers is extremely sharp, and the black handle of the blade contains a seal of blood. The poison in the throat, and the other silver-white handle is quenched with powerful mobosan, if the crime is not fatal, just scratching the wound with the dagger can make people fall into a coma for several hours."

"The villain's skills are not good, and he can't eradicate the poison of Huashengsan. I hope these two things can help, so that I can feel relieved."

What Ye Zhiheng said was true. Su Xun held the dagger in his palm, feeling as if it was nothing, and it was easy to use, so he couldn't help thanking him sincerely:

"Thank you very much. I think I should be safe to protect myself for a while. When my health is better, I can start to investigate what happened back then."

Ever since Ye Zhiheng rescued him who had fled a year ago, the two have been hiding in Wuxie Building, one of Langjing's Nanfeng Pavilions.

There are many places for fireworks in Langjing, and there is no defense for men and women. Therefore, Nanfeng Pavilion is as common as a brothel, and it is a good place to hide people's eyes.

Earlier, Ye Zhiheng bought this property under his behest. He didn't want to say that one day it would become a prophecy, and this place would really become a refuge for him to hide. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't know whether he should be lucky or helpless.

"I haven't recovered before. If I want to go out to investigate now, I must have a proper identity," Su Xun murmured, rubbing his chin lightly with his fingertips, "Besides, if you and I still call you that, I'm afraid it will be easy to provoke people. Doubt, it’s better to give him a nickname.”

"I don't know what the adults have to teach?"

Like the misty mist rising from the surface of the river, some kind of hazy emotion spread from Su Xun's black eyebrows, like nostalgia and joy.

The drooping eyelashes are like crow's feathers, and the light shadow cast by them flickers slightly, expressing some kind of unspeakable heart song.

Just listen to him whisper:

"The clouds are surging, the sky is sticky and there is no wall... Just call me Wubi in the future."

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