Mu Hanzhong

Before the age of 28, he never believed in fate.

Emperor Yunwen was weak and sick, and passed away suddenly when he was in his prime. He had only five heirs in his life, and he was the youngest of them.

Later, his mother and concubine also died of depression due to a difficult knot in her heart. Before she died, she entrusted him to the then Prince Jingyan, Sihuang Yunyi.

Because of this, since he was sensible, he remembered not his mother's gentle touch, but the faint fragrance of Si Huang Yunyi's concubine, Qiao Nianshuang.

At that time, King Qin, the younger brother of Emperor Wen, led 20 soldiers and horses to station in Xuanzhu, proclaimed himself Emperor Yu, and controlled the government for decades.Si Huang Yunyi kept a low profile, and finally attacked the King of Qin day and night, punished the traitors, and ordered the King of Qin to be sentenced to death for a hundred crimes.At that time, Mu Yunxiao was 13 years old and was awarded the title of Prince Yong.

The young prince is supremely glorious, but he is addicted to wine and sex, refuses to go to the court to participate in politics, and has nothing to do all day long. In less than half a year, he has already become famous in the court and the public.Si Huang Yunyi couldn't help shaking his head while watching him, and Qiao Nianshuang sighed secretly again and again.

He didn't think so.

Fame and profit are fleeting; right and wrong gains and losses are fleeting; only listening to one's own heart is the truth.What's more, life is short and the world is impermanent, so what's the harm in enjoying yourself in time?

He laughed and acted impermanently, all based on his heart.

For a year in Yizhou in the southwest, he roamed the battlefield, laughed wantonly, and was full of arrogance. The life on horseback, where life and death were on the line, was exciting, novel and intertwined for him, and it was different from Xuanjing's scheming and intrigue. .

However, soon, he also got bored.

When he returned from victory, everyone celebrated, but he was the only one who was always watching him quietly.

Three days later, Si Huang Yunyi made Concubine Cheng the queen, while Concubine Shuang, who once had countless favorites, fell into the cold palace on the same day.

...The moment he heard the news, he crushed the porcelain cup in his hand, ignored everyone's obstruction, and entered the palace to see it.

However, Si Huang Yunyi closed the door and disappeared.

Then, Qiao Nianshuang died in his arms.In front of him, the second elder brother whom he feared the most, turned and left mercilessly.

Is this the Sihuang Yunyi he is familiar with?

Full of excuses, believing those slanderous words, but refusing to listen to a word from the heart of the person I love!

This kind of love is not worth it!

He closed her eyes with his hands, and then used a fire to burn the woman who had gently held him in his arms.

At that time, he changed his surname to Mu, left Xuanjing, and entered Qianye Palace.

He began to indulge in the boundless and endless way of seeking martial arts.

Ten years passed by suddenly.He threw the position of palace lord to his nephew and apprentice, and began his journey of traveling around the world.

The wonders of Mobei, the rain of flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, the water of emerald jade... In just three months, he traveled from Mobei to Jiangnan.

Then, he met An Wu.

From the age of 28, Mu Yunxiao began to believe that, in the dark, maybe there is a destiny.

It was a rainy day, with light rain pattering down. Holding a long sword, he broke into Xu's house in the south of the Yangtze River alone.

Hundreds of Ding Daojian surrounded him, and many Jianghu masters shouted and questioned him. He raised his eyebrows, turned around a few times, and easily solved most of the minions.

But in the end, he was firmly blocked by a person.

The man was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a pair of deep eyes on his handsome face, looking at him calmly and fearlessly.

In less than a hundred moves, the man in Tsing Yi was defeated, but he still propped up his body with his sword, looked straight into his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Young Master Xiao, brother Xu is a man, everyone in the world knows him, there must be a misunderstanding in this, How about we sit down and have a glass of wine and talk?"

Even though the blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, he was still calm and calm, and his eyes were calm and unwavering.

"Hmph, are you saying that I don't know good people, so I framed them maliciously?"

He was furious, and was about to stab again with his sword, but finally stopped when the blade was an inch away from his chest.

That look in his eyes seemed to confirm that he would not really stab him, without a trace of panic, as calm as an outsider.

Mu Yunxiao stared at him closely for a while, and finally sheathed his sword and walked away.

That night, a white pigeon flew into Xu's house.

——Three days later, I will come to visit again, and I will hope that Daxia Xu can give me an explanation.

Signature, a Xiao character.

We met again, but it was in a small tea shed in a small town on the border between Yin and Han.

He drank tea leisurely, watching that Qingying dealt with dozens of killers by himself, and finally fell by the side of the road after a bad move.

He stepped forward, bent down and stretched out his hand, reaching for his breath, but the next moment, his hand was tightly grasped.

In the memory of the calm eyes, the once calmness was all shattered into a trance and confusion.

"...Yun Xiao..."

The barely audible whisper made him tremble suddenly.

He saved him.

All the medicines that he carried with him were used on the scarred body covered by the green clothes.

The man fell into a coma for three days before waking up.

"Master Xiao's life-saving grace, I can't repay you. It's just that I have something to do now, so I can only leave first, and I will repay Mr. Xiao's kindness in the future."

The man in Tsing Yi cupped his hands and bowed his head deeply.On the ground was the corpse of the black-clothed assassin dripping with blood.

He frowned, and shouted at the figure who was about to open the door and leave.

"stop."

In just two words, it became the beginning of the following story.