Spring mountain night belt knife

The majestic view of the mountain, with a height of ten thousand ren, soars straight into the clouds, making it difficult for birds to fly.On the top of the mountain stands a holy pagoda, nine layers high, whose majesty cannot be concealed by the constant wind and snow all year round.The holy book of Mingjian Villa is here. It is a book that can see the fate of all things in the world. In troubled times, it will issue warnings and guide the disciples of the villa to save the world. For thousands of years, no mistakes have been made.Everyone in the villa respects and awes it.

But Yuan Xiaohan is different. In his eyes, this is just a book that is very good at talking nonsense.

On this day, the young man was dressed in a crimson purple shirt, with complicated jade ornaments on his waist, and slowly pushed open the pagoda door.

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The unique breath in the holy pagoda blows towards the face, it is a kind of quietness that has been accumulated for many years, and it is also high and remote.

There was no awe on Yuan Xiaohan's face, he yawned, stretched again, and stepped up the spiral staircase with a careless attitude.Then with a wave of his hand, he closed the door without hesitation.

After walking the last step and turning around, you can see the holy book that was respectfully placed on the case, the pale brilliance flowing in it, shining alone on the top of this dim tower.

After Yuan Xiaohan circled the holy book, he leaned his back against the wall with a grin, and said in a drawn-out tone: "I'm here again, but I'm leaving soon. Now, what do you predict about me?" , is it still like that?"

The brilliance that flowed on the holy book suddenly stopped, and then there was no wind, and it started to turn wildly. It stopped after a while, and on the page that was turned, there was a sentence like this: "Peace the world with swordsmanship and power skills Disaster, this is your fate."

"No, I don't believe you, because I have given up practicing swords, and I will not take over the position of the owner." Yuan Xiaohan said "tsk", with a slight mocking tone in his tone, "There are so many people who practice swords , There are countless people who seek power, so give them this fate."

After speaking, he got up, flicked his sleeves, pushed open a window, and jumped straight down.

That year, Yuan Xiaohan was sixteen years old, when other people's children stumbled across the threshold of practice, but he had already practiced the Mountain Snow Lonely Sword of Mingjian Villa to the highest level, but his heart was not here, let alone the huge world that would belong to him in the future. On the villa.

"I just want to be a man of the rivers and lakes, and live my life comfortably." Yuan Xiaohan said this when he left Guanshan.

Not long after, Yuan Xiaohan met a witch doctor from southern Xinjiang. After walking with this person for a while, he became interested in medicine and poison, so he worshiped him as his teacher and studied medicine and poison.

There are three people in this division, the master, the brother, and then him.

The master often asks two apprentices to compete in competitions. There is a small competition every three days and a large competition every five days. At the end of the year, there are exam questions for the brothers to rush to answer. The loser will not get the lucky money.After a long time, he got used to this kind of life, but within a few years, the witch doctor died of illness——died of a stone.

This is very unusual.

"Do you want to compete again to see who can find out the cause of Master's death first?" At that time, senior brother Shen Buhui touched the slender spirit snake coiled around his wrist, half-closed his eyes and said to Yuan Xiaohan, "Let's take the stone Divide into two, and the loser will give his half of the stone to the other party."

Yuan Xiaohan said "OK".

The two separated the stone in half, and each took it back to their own residences to investigate and study.A few days later, Yuan Xiaohan discovered that there was a strange poison hidden in the stone.

"This kind of poison is very overbearing. One drop can kill ten people! Master left us the stone because he hoped that we could refine it and make an antidote." Yuan Xiaohan said.

So the two brothers and sisters, who were used to competing, began to compete on who could develop the antidote first.

That month coincided with the poison meeting, people who are proficient in poison gathered in Zhuoyulou, Yuan Xiaohan used the poison to participate in the meeting, and clinker won the leader in one fell swoop.

After the poison meeting, someone offered a high price to buy it, Yuan Xiaohan was unwilling to sell it, but the person who bought the clinker turned out to be a member of the royal family, under threat, Shen Buhui persuaded Yuan Xiaohan to obey.

This was the first time in Yuan Xiaohan's life that he suffered from being oppressed due to his powerlessness.He laughed at himself, and withdrew to leave Zhuoyulou.

Yuan Xiaohan continued to travel and practice medicine, so the development of the antidote was shelved.Another year later, I heard the news of a series of dead people from the village in the north. When asked about their death conditions, it was no different from the previous year before my mentor left.

He immediately found Shen Buhui and asked this person to work with him to develop the antidote, but he was rejected.

"Junior brother, it's not that you don't know who owns the medicine. Going to save people is tantamount to disobeying the royal family's order." Shen Buhui said slowly, stroking his spirit snake.

"Are you afraid that people from the royal family will kill you?" Yuan Xiao asked coldly.

Shen Buhui laughed: "Of course I'm afraid."

"But I'm not afraid." Yuan Xiaohan slammed the door and left, returned to his residence, rushed to make the antidote overnight, and immediately headed north after he succeeded, but he was one step too late after running wildly all the way.

Looking up, there are corpses everywhere in the field.

This is the beginning of the spring of a year, just after the New Year, there is no rain, and there is a catastrophe.

"I heard that Chen Family Village is all dead? How did they die?"

"Drought, no crops, the whole village starved to death."

"This is definitely not the reason. You think, if there is a disaster, you can't escape? But no one in their village came out! It must be haunted!"

"It's definitely not haunted. I heard from my brother-in-law who is an official that Chenjia Village was originally very poor, but it has suddenly become rich in recent years. The government went to investigate and found a gold mine there! But the unscrupulous people refused to hand over the mine. To the government, and even launched a rebellion, so the third prince sent people here, and took the whole village directly."

"No, this is too ridiculous!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, being overheard is a matter of beheading!"

The words heard on the way when he came here suddenly echoed in his mind, Yuan Xiaohan stood on the ridge of the field, his eyes widened in disbelief.

The poison he extracted from the stone was used to massacre the village...

It's all his fault, if he had been more persistent at the beginning, or if the poison had been destroyed directly, such a thing would not have happened!

If he could control the will of the so-called third prince, or even override it, such a tragedy would never happen in the northern border!

Blame him, blame him, blame him...

Yuan Xiaohan trembled and slowly knelt down on the ground, covering his face with his hands.

Are they all dead?

Is there really no one alive?

Can someone still be alive?

I beg you, can you live...

Feng Qi, Mo Shanghan, I don't know how long it has been like this, until his legs became numb, Yuan Xiaohan suddenly heard a weak whisper.

It's a human voice!

He raised his head abruptly, stood up with his hands on the ground, and stumbled towards the source of the sound.

He saw a child, an extremely thin child, with silver hair mixed in the mud, hands, feet, and even the entire face, all skin and flesh were rotted due to poisoning, but the child's chest was still heaving, and he tried his best to open his eyes, trembling eyelashes , like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Yuan Xiaohan rushed over, knelt down in front of the child, took out the antidote with trembling hands and fed him. After the pain in his body subsided and he fell asleep peacefully, he carefully hugged him up.

"It's great, you're still alive." Yuan Xiaohan closed his eyes, big and big tears ran across his cheeks and fell into the dust.

Yuan Xiaohan took the child back to his residence and took good care of him day and night.

Although the residual toxins in the child's body were eliminated, the wounds healed extremely slowly. The face, limbs, and chest were all wrapped in gauze, but the flesh on the waist and buttocks remained intact.He was very stubborn, even though he was so hurt, he didn't want Yuan Xiaohan to dress him and feed him.

The child seldom spoke, and even refused to tell Yuan Xiaohan his name.He was extremely restless, and would run outside when he was able to walk a little. Yuan Xiaohan could find him every time, staring at him to drink medicine and eat.

But the child didn't stay with Yuan Xiaohan for long.

The tenth day was the last time Yuan Xiaohan saw him.At that time, the child was standing on the top of a high mountain, wearing the white clothes he gave him, and looking into the distance against the wind, his long silver hair and the hem of the snow-white clothes fluttered together, like a bird waving its wings.

That day was the first time the child spoke to Yuan Xiaohan. Because of the poisoning, the child's voice was not clear, extremely dumb and blunt, but it was not that unpleasant.

He said: "I want to thank you, but in this kind of place, you only have medical skills, and you can't save anyone, not even yourself. Power, wealth, and power are really useful things." He said Looking at Yuan Xiaohan's eyes are cold and thin, not like a ten-year-old child at all.

The night after saying this, the child disappeared.

Yuan Xiaohan searched for a long time before finding him.

That night, the snow fell from the sky like crazy, covering the rivers and mountains in an instant. The white-clothed, silver-haired child was nailed to death on the mountain wall by an arrow.

Yuan Xiaohan knelt in front of the corpse in the snow all night.

Hearing this story, Ruan Xun couldn't help but ask, "Who killed him?"

Yuan Xiaohan was silent for a while, and replied: "I went home later and borrowed the power of the villa to find out the truth - after the Chen Family Village discovered the gold mine, they thought of the possibility of being found by the royal family or the government and seized. No one was willing to hand over the mine, so they invited a conjurer and cast a curse: If there is one person alive in the village, the gold mine cannot be opened by outsiders."

"They thought they would be safe and sound. The King Regent at the time was even more ruthless. Xiao Feiniao was the last survivor of Chen Family Village. The King Regent would not let him go, nor would I let go of me who saved him. He didn't believe that I had The ability to protect himself and him, so... chose to leave."

That was the third time Yuan Xiaohan deeply experienced what it was like to be powerless.

He couldn't even protect a child, he didn't even know his name, and in the end, he couldn't even carve a tombstone.This kind of life is too boring.

After three incidents, Yuan Xiaohan took up the sword again, fought and fought, all the way to the center of power, and became the Prime Minister of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.

Ruan Xun was still held in his arms. It was rare for this person to be so well-behaved. Yuan Xiaohan rubbed his shoulder and asked in frustration, "Xiao Xun, you said this little bird, why didn't you tell me his name?"

"Because it's meaningless. Telling you will only cause you more troubles, so I don't want to be associated with you." After thinking for a while, Ruan Xun replied in a low voice, "If I were him, I wouldn't tell you my name."

Yuan Xiaohan sighed.

The hall became silent, Yuan Xiaohan raised a hand to pick Ruan Shuang's hair hanging behind him.The silver hair was like frost, and the brilliance was shining. He held it in the palm of his hand, holding a section of watery light.

At this moment, there were some noises from the street outside the door, Ruan Xun stood up abruptly, turned his wrist and grabbed two long knives, and stepped outside the door.

The light of the knife slashed down the long street, and a red dress danced wildly, coming out of nowhere.

"Hey, what are you whispering about? Can you let me, the apprentice you loved the most in the past, listen to it too?" The visitor raised his bone knife at Ruan Xun with a sinister smile.