Donglin [Quick Travel]

Taoyuan, the paradise of the dead, the hell of the living, here is the training camp of the dark guards.Such a rotten name also smells of blood, there are no normal people here, the land here is bloody, and there are weathered bones in the cave.People here have a bloodthirsty quality.They like to cut off the enemy's flesh piece by piece with the blade, like to discuss how to let the enemy die in extreme pain when drunk, like to set fire to the house as a celebration when they are excited, or use the most delicate knife to slice the flesh and blood evenly Translucent flakes.Sometimes they crush the throats of beasts with their fine teeth, and bury their faces in their fur to suck their blood, which excites them.It's like the feeling of a man burying his body in a woman's body and blending into one.

Donglin used to think that he was a person who could endure hardships, but now, he is struggling with life and death every day, and he is doing extremely tragic training every day. As long as someone fails to achieve the goal, the task will be doubled. How to die, they have no desire, no emotion, living is the biggest goal, but sometimes they think, is it really better to live like this than to die.

Every day seems to be earned. People here don't know when they will die. Donglin doesn't know how many people are trained. There are only 50 people in each dark guard battalion. The people in the battalion were reorganized into a battalion until they were finally taken away by their masters. The training of the dark guards included many aspects. As a dark guard, especially a dark guard who protects the nobles, martial arts is absolutely indispensable, but the dark guards are all It's not a reckless man, Dong Lin thinks that a person like the dark guard is like a god with broken wings in his previous life, a god of learning among the top students.However, these gods of learning can only eat leftovers for dogs in the countryside, and learn how to kill people in the simplest way every day, and how to kill with artistic attainments. People here are prone to perverts.

Donglin was lucky and met Mu Zixing when he was 11 years old.A group of young children, both male and female, were fighting on a small flat ground. The small children were merciless in their attacks, the blades slashed and blood spattered, but no one shouted, no one Run away, here, only you can survive if you are always crueler than others.The ground was stained red with blood, and Muzi in white clothes covered his mouth and nose uncomfortably when he walked in. The butler behind him handed over a scented handkerchief, on which a blue butterfly spread its wings vividly.

"Call the instructor over."

The fighting below stopped soon, and those children stood in front of him, full of blood, reminding Mu Zixing of the untamable beasts offered by the barbarians.

Seeing Mu Zixing's frown, the housekeeper saluted Mu Zi, "Master, please be patient. These are the hidden guards we brought in this year. Please choose one that you can see well."

"Do you really have to do this?" The boy in white tilted his head unbearably, but the butler beside him said indifferently: "Master, these are picked people, it is a blessing to have a chance to survive, master. It should not be a woman's benevolence."

Mu Zixing frowned, his eyes flickered over those boys and girls, and he suppressed the discomfort in his heart.They were about the same age as him, and some were even younger than him. He wore luxurious silk, while their clothes could barely cover their bodies. He learned the words of a sage, and they learned the art of killing. Different, in the constant struggle between life and death, they have lost the emotions and fun that their peers should have, and their eyes are full of indifference and hostility.After reading it over and over again, he still couldn't choose the one he wanted to choose. He really wanted to take them all away. This time his eyes stayed in the corner. That child with his head down, thin and small, was holding a sword His hands were trembling constantly, he was standing alone in the corner, compared to the longing eyes looking at him, he seemed to be abandoned by this world.

"What's his name?"

The coach looked in the direction of his finger: "Shadow Eleven."

The boy whose name was called couldn't react, his little face was covered with blood, and he stared at Mu Zixing in a daze.

Seeing that the one who was selected was just an ordinary and inconspicuous child, the housekeeper frowned a little dissatisfied, but did not dare to disobey Mu Zixing: "Bring the roster."

"Shadow Eleven, Tianziying ranks eleventh, and has been in the camp for five years

Good in frontal combat

Excellent tracking ability

Excellent assassination ability

Good at skills Western Regions Ecstasy Book, Poison Making, Disguise...

Overall quality, excellent”

After reading down the data item by item, until finally hearing the summary, the steward finally laughed heartily, bowed to Mu Zixing and said, "Congratulations, master, for being a good general."

Mu Zixing didn't have any other expressions, he didn't care if he got a good helper, he didn't even care if he would become the crown prince, looking at the young man who was still standing there, he smiled and stretched out his hand to him, "My name is Mu Zixing. From now on, I will be your... son. Don't be afraid, come here."

The young man stared at his slender and white hands for a long time, then moved to his own hand full of scars, looked at Mu Zixing again, swung the long sword in his hand, and when the butler looked solemn and protected Mu Zixing behind him , holding the long sword in his left hand and knelt down on one knee in a submissive posture. Blood flowed from his palm and wet the ground.

"This is…"

"This is the act of the dark guard dedicating the sword in his hand to the master to show his sincerity. It means that the dark guard is the master's sword, and it also means that the dark guard has given his life to the master..."

Mu Zixing took the long sword, and the boy looked at him with determination in his eyes.

In the 17th year of Tianhua, the war king Mu Zigao and the only daughter of the prime minister, the most beautiful woman in the Mu country married, and the emperor Mu gave amnesty to the world.

It was late at night, and there was no one on the wide street. The lanterns under the eaves shook slightly, and suddenly a black shadow flashed quickly and landed on the roof without making a sound.There was light coming from the corner of the wall. The man lowered his body, exposing only the upper part of his eyes. The whole figure looked like a fox waiting for its prey.A woman came slowly, she was wearing a veil, but the exposed eyes made the man more inevitable.

The man looked at the woman with his eyes up and down, but the woman didn't notice it at all. She was tall and slender, her long hair was fixed with a gold step, and her waist was slightly curled. , holding an oiled paper lantern in her hand, there was a whistling sound in the wind, the woman looked back, and felt that she was too suspicious.

"Ah!" The woman let out a low cry, and almost collided with the man who suddenly turned out in front of her. The bell on her waist collided. Seeing this, the man quickly grabbed the woman's hand, but pulled her into his arms with too much force.Dong Lin raised his eyes and saw that it was a young scholar with a square scarf, cloth shoes, and a blue robe.

"Ah, girl, I have offended you. I just saw a man following the girl. I am really worried about the girl's safety. I ask the girl to forgive me, please forgive me." The man saluted several times, but did not hear the other party's response. , raised his head but froze in place, stared straight into the man's eyes, and murmured as if dreaming: "Dare to ask the girl's name, Xiaosheng Feng Ming, I have studied hard for ten years in the cold window, and there is no second elder in the family, this time..."

The next words did not go on, the lantern made of oiled paper umbrella fell to the ground, the flames quickly turned it into ashes, Feng Ming's pupils shrank and took a few steps back before barely avoiding the road that was constantly approaching his throat dagger.

"Girl, girl, but there is some misunderstanding. I don't mean to offend you. I just admire her talent and beauty. It's fine if you don't tell me her name. Don't fight." Although the words were urgent, there was no fear in the man's eyes. Instead, with a joke.

"In this case, girl, don't blame me for being rude."

The fight between the two was inseparable. As time passed, the man no longer dared to underestimate his opponent, and every move was full of killing intent. It was very difficult for Dong Lin to resist.In the original text, if Mu Zigao wants to find the treasure left by his ancestor Mu Deng, there are three people who are absolutely indispensable. The scholar Feng Ming holds the location of the secret room.Mu Zigao has great ambitions, killing his father, brothers and friends, except for the heroine who has been fighting with him all his life, he can be regarded as a loner.

But in the distant Zhanwang Mansion, there is a man waiting for Dong Lin to come back.His facial features are resolute and handsome like sculptures, his eyes are like cold stars, he is dressed in a deep purple robe with rusted gold threads, he wears cloud-patterned boots, and he wears a golden crown on his head.At this time, he tapped on the window lattice lightly, seemingly impatiently, but all emotions were hidden in an expression that was too indifferent.

"Shadow Eleven."

"master."

A figure descended from the sky and landed on the ground behind Mu Zigao.The young man was still panting heavily, his right hand resting on the ground was still trembling, and a faint smell of blood wafted out.

Mu Zigao looked at the bird that was bouncing around looking for food outside the window, and touched the trigger on his thumb. The smell of blood in the air was so strong that he almost thought he was back on the battlefield.

"I got it."

"Yes."

Mu Zigao turned around, and an exquisitely carved folding fan lay quietly in the palm of the young man. At a glance, he could feel its extraordinaryness, which was the weight given to it by the years.

After dismantling the fan leaves, Mu Zigao assembled them into a pattern, on which was a landscape painting, with neat and unsloppy brushstrokes, and the exact location can still be clearly seen even after a hundred years.

"Beihai?" After printing the image on the parchment, Mu Zigao thought for a while before saying to Dong Lin who had been standing aside: "It's all right here, you can go to Wangfei's place."

"Yes."

Concubine Zhan Shui Ling'er, the only daughter of the Prime Minister, the number one beauty in the Mu Kingdom, has a graceful and gentle temperament.

Cleaning up the smell of blood on his body, Dong Lin gently pushed away Princess Shui Ling'er's bedroom. It stands to reason that it would be unreasonable for him to be a man to protect the princess, but Mu Zigao has always been like this. It is not so much trust as it is A kind of indifference.

The person on the bed was already sound asleep, and he was not afraid of breaking any rules through the curtain. He jumped onto the crossbeam familiarly, but Dong Lin, who had lost a lot of blood and was too tired, slowly fell asleep.

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