Shadow Guard Capture Manual

Many years ago, although there were divisions of duties between Shadow Gate and Secret Door, the boundary between the two departments was not so wide.

And An Xuanming and He Weiming were the two best disciples in Anbu and Shadowmen at that time, and they often led the team to perform missions together.

They were actually not very old when they started the mission. An Xuanming was two years younger than He Weiming, but he kept a cold face all the time, and he seemed to be much older than He Weiming. The only one who is afraid of him is He Weiming. Not only does He Weiming not avoid him, but he often likes to tease him pretending to be serious.

At that time, An Xuanming's Bingshan skills were not as proficient as later.To be honest, every time He Weiming sees him staring, he finds it very interesting, and after a long time, he enjoys it even more.I said to myself that I am not afraid of hardships and dangers, and I am facing difficulties.

Of course, after being together for a long time, the relationship between him and An Xuanming is much better than other shadow guards in Shadow Gate.After all, there is only one future shadow gate chief, and all the shadow guards are more or less competitive.

But Anxuanming wouldn't, Anxuanming was a dark guard, he was his companion now, and he might be his colleague in the future, they had no direct interest relationship, but were interdependent and dependable.

An Xuanming is good at assassination, and He Weiming's swordsmanship can just help him attract the attention of the enemy.

Gradually, the cooperation between the two of them can even be called seamless.As long as it is a mission for the two of them to act together, there are very few failures.

I don't know when it happened, An Xuanming gradually couldn't help but focus on the person who is always reliable and dealing with the aftermath, why didn't He Weiming subvert his feelings bit by bit on this person who although he has been there all year round? With a cold face, but the heart is softer than anyone else, what about the person who sees more clearly than anyone else?

But time passed little by little, and people changed little by little after all.

An Xuanming is still the same An Xuanming, but He Weiming has too many things on his mind.

An Xuanming is a quiet person, he doesn't talk much, although sometimes he is annoying, but he is a very suitable listener, He Weiming has always liked to chat with him about things.

But this time the secret is too heavy, He Weiming is hesitant and at a loss, hesitating between "betrayal" and "betrayal".Looking at An Xuanming's trusting eyes, he felt at a loss for the first time.

Fortunately, An Xuanming's master sent him out, and when he came back, everything was settled.

He Weiming's future has already been ruined - he has become a person who walks in the dark, can never touch the light, and can never reach hope.

That day seemed to be a snowy night, the moonlight was unprecedentedly dim, and the surrounding air was very cold, so cold that He Weiming, a master of internal energy, was chilled to the bone.

But it was very strange, An Xuanming was obviously injured, obviously so weak and tired, but his eyes were extraordinarily bright, as if there was a hidden flame there.

The flames were so intense that He Weiming didn't even dare to touch the burning ground.

"He Weiming!" For the first time, he didn't hide the joy on his face, "I have completed the mission assigned to me by Master."

As soon as An Xuanming finished speaking, he keenly saw the black waist badge on He Weiming's waist—it was the certificate of the chief, and An Xuanming had seen exactly the same one from his master.

"You have become the chief of Shadow Gate?" An Xuanming was a little surprised, but he was more happy, happy for He Weiming, even the corners of his mouth turned up a little bit, happily wanting to go up and meet with him. He Weiming shared these two pieces of good news together.

Ke Weiming took a step back.

He rejected An Xuanming's approach.

From the beginning to the end, He Weiming always had that dull and disgusting expression. He looked at An Xuanming quietly until An Xuanming's face became slightly stiff, and he could no longer deceive himself.

The epiphyllum is gone, and this one-man show ended prematurely without warning.

An Xuanming's eyes were stained with a little daze, and he looked at He Weiming with hesitation for the first time.

"He Weiming?" he called.

"You should call me chief congratulatory." He Weiming smiled, and there was some playfulness in the arrogance of these words, as if the conversation between two strangers was in an official tone and full of perfunctory. "But forget it, after all, maybe we will meet again soon, and I should respectfully call you Dark Leader."

An Xuanming withdrew all his smiles, he stared at He Weiming for a while, and suddenly said in a low voice, "He Weiming, I don't want to joke now."

"Just kidding..." He Weiming murmured softly, casually playing with the tassels of the black pendant around his waist, and then smiled lightly at An Xuanming.

"Don't be joking, it's you, Anxuanming, since you've returned to Beijing, why don't you hurry up and report to your master, and pester the chief here to do something."

"Tangle".

This is really not a very pleasant word, no one has ever dared to use this word to describe An Xuanming.

He Weiming's alienated and impatient attitude was like a slap on An Xuanming's face hard, making his face burn|hot.

What a proud person An Xuanming is, all his rare excitement and joy were poured out by He Weiming's pot of cold water, leaving nothing but embarrassment in his heart.

But he still didn't leave, he stared at He Weiming, as if he wanted to see something from his face.

What are you holding on to?What else is there to hold on to?

So He Weiming even took back that perfunctory smile.

"Anxuanming, get out, do you still want me to issue an order to evict guests?"

Those days of fighting side by side and tacit cooperation in the past have completely become a dream. From that day on, everything has changed.

Anxuanming was naturally not someone who could swallow his anger, so he came down several times and deliberately confronted He Weiming tit for tat.

The first emperor was very suspicious, and he was also a person who was good at suspicion and valued checks and balances. They behaved like this, but by accident, they changed the first emperor's wishes.

But those days were really hard, He Weiming felt like a walking corpse, wandering among different people, but couldn't show any intentions that he shouldn't have.

Later, He Weiming took He Zhizhou to his side, and he carefully taught He Zhizhou martial arts, knowledge, methods of self-defense, and even methods of killing people.

Do it yourself and take care of everything.

He regarded He Zhizhou as another kind of salvation on the road of life.

He was a very smart kid, and he was very sensible. He was silent and estranged from others, and he was serious. Only when he faced those few people he had put into his circle, was he lucky enough to see his lively little temper.

He Weiming suddenly remembered An Xuanming who seemed to be a stranger when he was a child, but actually turned extraordinary, and suddenly laughed.

At that time, it coincided with the competition between Anbu and Yingmen, so he called the little He Zhizhou in, seemingly carelessly, but in fact it was very bad.

"Those guys in Anbu are just like their leader, they pay attention to safety, and they are best at hiding in the dark and playing one-hit kills.

Although there is no way to play this game in the arena, some habits can't be changed, especially these little radish heads who haven't learned much, and they will be even more chaotic when encountering troubles.

You are still young, it is not beneficial to fight recklessly, and you must learn to use your brain to catch the enemy's loopholes.

So, my suggestion is, the next moment they launch an attack, catch them by surprise! "

He Weiming tapped the table with his index finger, and told some of Anbu's hands-on habits to the little He Zhizhou who was sitting upright below him. After he finished speaking, it was a bit funny to see He Zhizhou's serious expression.

"You don't need to put too much pressure on you. You are young, so I don't blame you if you lose the master, but if you win, the master will also be rewarded."

He Zhizhou has always been smart, so there is no need to talk about what happened later.

An Xuanming's complexion was a bit ugly. A group of his subordinates who had practiced for several years were able to lose to those who were two or three years younger than them. It was really embarrassing.

But who is An Xuanming? After two or three insincere words, he has already raised his voice again, "This is indeed a good seedling. However, there are so many people in the Shadow Gate, why did you choose one with such certainty?" The young one, as your successor?"

An Xuanming has been in power for many years, and his aura is naturally not covered. Affected by his aura, He Zhizhou's face turned slightly pale, but he still stubbornly looked at An Xuanming and refused to embarrass his master.

He Weiming was naturally relieved, he stretched out his hand to protect He Zhizhou into his arms, while treating his wound, he answered casually.

"Since you have found good seedlings, you should cultivate them well, otherwise, what if you are like the dark leader..." He paused, and smiled strangely under An Xuanming's gaze, "If you are all given up like the dark leader, how can you Isn't it too pity?"

"you!"

The cup in An Xuanming's hand was cracked by him, and he stared at He Weiming for several seconds.But He Weiming was neither hurt nor itchy, and still had that careless and hateful look.

"Very good. Chief He taught me a lesson, but..." An Xuanming glanced at him with a half-smile, "You'd better not fall into my hands one day."

An Xuanming's intuition is always so terrifying. He probably already sensed the difference in He Weiming's attitude towards He Zhizhou, but he just has nowhere to start.

He Weiming's thoughts flashed by, and then he smiled calmly at An Xuanming, "Thank you, Leader An, for your reminder."

An Xuanming no longer cared about him, but looked coldly at a group of little bastards standing tremblingly beside him, and scolded him coldly.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Go back and give me double training!"

An Xuanming left with his subordinates with a blue face.

"Master, why is the dark boss so hard on you?"

He Weiming glanced at his clever little apprentice, and smiled faintly, "Maybe it's because I'm such an annoying person."

He answered very seriously, but his apprentice seemed to be a bit disapproving.

So He Weiming laughed again, "Well, it's because he is such a bad-tempered person."

His temper is so bad, he obviously cares, but he wants to speak like a threat.

In fact, perhaps even An Xuanming himself did not expect that the cruel words that he said that day would actually come true more than ten years later—he and He Weiming had been fighting each other for so many years, but He Weiming was still guilty of the crime after all. on his hand.

The experience of those few days seemed like a nightmare, no, or rather, the years since he became the leader of Anbu seemed to be a lonely and hopeless nightmare.

That nightmare lasted so long that An Xuanming would still be dazed from time to time—has everything really passed away?

"Xuan Ming??" He Weiming, who was talking to his apprentice outside, suddenly walked in quickly. Seeing that he was still in a daze, he felt helpless, "If you stay in a daze, the dishes will all be mushy."

An Xuanming looked at him, then at the dishes in the pot, "Pour it out, I'll make another dish."

"Where are you so particular, are you tired? You should go and sit for a while." He Weiming saw his absent-mindedness, pushed him to the chair next to him and let him sit properly, and then nimbly removed the contents of the pot. The green vegetables are served up.

Although he doesn't know how to cook, it's still okay to serve a dish.

There was still hot chicken soup in the pot next to it. It wasn't very rich, and even a little crude, but it was okay to make a barely a meal. Anyway, they weren't people who hadn't suffered, and they weren't that particular.

He Zhizhou had dinner with the two seniors for a while, and then chatted with them for a while before leaving.

It could be seen that He Weiming was very happy with his disciple's visit. He pinched An Xuanming's ass|butt, which drew An Xuanming's stern look, and then he smiled and let go, "Occasionally have a meal with the junior The meal is not bad, you can ask that little guy An Yi to come with you next time."

"An Yi?" An Xuanming sneered, "Letting him stay with me for two days will make him cry."

"Isn't it because your master is a little too cold and stern?" He Weiming shook his head and chuckled, "You always look disgusted and bored, can you not scare people? Give him the hidden bow and crossbow."

"Hmph." An Xuanming snorted softly, and then remained silent with a cold face.

He Weiming looked at him softly, such an awkward person, who else can resist him except himself?

"After a few days, when the court is stable, let's go for a walk in the north and south of the river. It's boring to stay in the capital all the time."

"Will you be willing to be your apprentice?" An Xuanming raised his eyebrows.

"I don't want to worry about him now." He Weiming shook his head and chuckled.

He really failed An Xuanming for too long before, but fortunately, they still have a long time to come, enough for him to repay An Xuanming bit by bit.

From now on, An Xuanming is his most important "task".

The author has something to say: plain does not mean unwarm, for the two old chiefs who have seen too many storms, such days are really very happy.

In fact, this pair... I have a position hahahaha, I don't know if you stand with me? 【Naughty】

ps: The new article next door [My Ex-Mount] has been opened, welcome everyone to drop by! ~