Bandit report, always good

"Youqing, Brother Tangxian." Xie Tiao came out from behind the two of them.

Yan Yan greeted, "Brother Xie, what a coincidence."

"The two of you are taking a walk." Xie Tiao looked at the two with meaningful eyes: "That's right, 'Yuyan Chenghuan' can be seen everywhere recently."

Yan Yan smiled and said: "Brother Xie, why did 'Yuyan Chenghuan' appear, don't you have any idea?"

Xie Tiao smiled and said, "I don't know, I've heard people say it too."

Yan Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled, obviously in disbelief.

Xie Tiao changed the topic and said: "I was just going to find you, Princess Huasha will leave tomorrow, and tonight is the practice banquet, she asked me to invite you over."

"Oh, that's time to go." After all, it's been such a big help, Yan Yan thought to himself.

Yan Yan looked at Tangyuer: "Then let's go together..."

"I'm not going." Tangyuer turned around and said bluntly, "I'm going back to sleep."

"How did you sleep in the afternoon?" Yan Yan asked strangely, "Are you angry again?"

Tang Yuer turned his back to Yan Yan, and said expressionlessly: "I'm following you, won't you feel uncomfortable?"

Yan Yan: "...I didn't say anything."

Tangyuer thought for a while, but there was actually nothing to worry about. Anyway, he didn't expect Yan Yan to react at all. He exhaled and said calmly, "I really don't want to go, you can go."

Tang Yuer lowered his head, and suddenly saw a group of shadows approaching on the ground. He was about to turn around when he felt someone hugging him gently from behind. Tang Yuer: "..."

The warm breath sprayed on the side of the neck, Tangyu'er's whole body was stiff, and he didn't dare to move, Yan Yan said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Don't think too much, I don't blame you, and... I don't think so. Difficult."

Tangyuer came to his senses, he hurriedly pushed Yan Yan away, took a step forward, looked left and right and said, "Oh..."

Yan Yan smiled: "Yes."

Xie Tiao who had witnessed everything: "..." Why do you think that what my sister arranged this time is real?

Watching Tangyuer leave, Yan Yan looked at his back in a good mood, and said to Xie Tiao, "Let's go."

Xie Tiao said meaningfully: "Youqing, is Brother Tangxian also your junior brother?"

"Him? What does he look like?" Yan Yan laughed.

"Then you are..." Xie Tiao asked in an indirect way.

Yan Yan looked at him with a half-smile: "Have you seen 'Yu Yan Cheng Huan'?"

Xie Tiao said sanctimoniously, "Why would you look at those things?"

"That's a pity." Yan Yan said regretfully: "Our meeting, acquaintance, acquaintance, and love are all in it."

Xie Tiao was surprised: "Isn't that arranged by Ajing and Ashu?"

Yan Yan looked at Xie Tiao with a smile, Xie Tiao suddenly realized that this was a cliché!He laughed and said: "Brother Yu is not strict in teaching sisters, but the two of our family have always been difficult to control, and they only like this little thing. Even I have been arranged. You have a lot of adults, Xiaoqing, don't take it to heart. "

"Brother Xie is serious, it's just a joke." Yan Yan didn't really want to pursue it, so he laughed it off.

Yan Yan and Xie Tiao went to Guangshan Hall together.

I saw two people standing in the alley on the side, one was Tan Yuan, and the other was wearing Miao Jiang's costume.

Tan Yuan watched Yan Yan go away, and said to the Miao Jiangren: "They separated, act!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw twelve shadows flying towards the direction Tangyuer left at lightning speed.

The two also left from the path.

Tang Yuer pushed the door and entered the room as usual, she didn't feel anything unusual when she opened the door, but just as she closed the door, there was a gust of wind behind her, Tang Yuer leaned over to avoid it, but her arms were wrapped around something Yes, Tangyuer leaped into the air, pulled hard, and pulled out two people from the darkness, Tangyuer said in a deep voice, "It's you!"

The ghost-masked man who helped him in Shi'an City that day!

Then, ten other ghostly figures suddenly flashed from different places, and they threw dozens of long black shadows at Tangyuer at the same time, Tangyuer couldn't dodge, and leaned against him abruptly, and when he took a closer look, he was already He was imprisoned by more than a dozen soft whips.

He struggled hard a few times, but he couldn't move away. His eyes darkened, and his right hand suddenly retracted. The soft whip wrapped around his right arm had been broken by his suddenly bulging muscles.

His right hand broke free, and he quickly grabbed the broken whip, dragged the person on the other end to him, and kicked him towards the masked people who gathered together, and the group of people were dispersed. It was done in one go, and there was almost no time for people to react.

Tang Yuer got rid of some restraints, and Tan Yuan outside the window looked at the situation in the room without much surprise on his face, he never doubted the young master's strength.

"This is the young master." A satisfied admiration came from behind Tan Yuan.

Tan Yuan frowned, looked at the white-haired man, and said, "Aren't you not coming?"

"For fear of accidents, let me take a look." Lu Ming said.

Tan Yuan reminded: "If the fight continues, both sides will suffer. Why don't you let Mr. Wu prepare?"

"It doesn't matter." Lu Ming said indifferently: "That kid must not have had a hearty fight for a long time, let them practice with him."

Tan Yuan was dissatisfied: "Things can't be delayed, if Yan Yan comes back, things won't be cleared up."

"What are you afraid of?" Lu Ming moved his index finger and said casually, "Just kill him."

"What are you going to do with Ah Yao?" Tan Yuan asked coldly.

Lu Ming stared at the dozens of flying figures in the room calmly, and said: "Close it first, and release it after the young master goes to Jiankang."

"If you hurt him, I'll never end with you!" Tan Yuan said directly.

"Ah Yao is good at martial arts, he can assist and persuade the young master, why should I kill him?" Lu Ming said patiently: "Don't worry, I won't kill him."

Tan Yuan snorted coldly: "I hope!"

"Okay, you go." Lu Ming said to Miao Jiang, who had been silent all the time.

The Miaojiang man stood up straight, took out a piccolo from his cuff, put it to his lips and began to blow it slowly.

The melodious sound of the flute floated into the ears of Tangtao who was fighting. His pupils shrank suddenly, and he froze in place as if frozen. He woke up suddenly, shook his head vigorously, and began to struggle again.

The intermittent sound of the flute suddenly changed from melodious to high-pitched. The sound of the flute seemed to be neighing by some bird, and it was about to penetrate the eardrum sharply. Tangyu'er felt dizzy in his head, and his chest seemed to be pressed heavily by a huge stone. He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't breathe.

He struggled to look towards the door, and there was a person in weird clothes standing there, a figure suddenly appeared in Tang Yuer's mind, and gradually merged with the figure of the person at the door, Tang Yuer suddenly remembered, he I have seen this person and heard this flute sound.

The sound of the flute continued, and Tangyu'er's hands and feet were tightly suppressed. He watched the Miaojiang man approaching gradually with vigilance and unwillingness. The man took out a bronze mirror from his sleeve and put it on Tangyu'er. In front of him, Tangyuer turned his face away vigorously, and said coldly, "Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?"

The man put down the piccolo in his hand and began to mutter words, the words that poured out of his mouth seemed to flow into the ears of Tangtao like magic, like water dripping from the eaves falling to the ground, or like waves gently slapping against the rocks. The wall turned and turned like an April wind passing by the lush forest, Tang Yuer looked at the Miaojiang man slowly, as if in a daze.

The Miaojiang man continued to mutter, while shaking the bronze mirror in his hand, Tang Yuer looked at the bronze mirror with dull eyes.

Tan Yuan was startled and said, "Miaojiang witchcraft...puppet technique?"

Lu Ming's eyes flashed with admiration: "By controlling people's minds, people forget the past, and they can't find out the reason. This is the weirdness of puppet art."

"You are simply a lunatic!" Tan Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know how many people have lost their minds because of puppetry!?"

Lu Ming dismissively said: "Mr. Wu once made hundreds of Jin soldiers lose consciousness on the battlefield, making them like puppets. In the end, Mr. Pei captured him. Do you think there will be mistakes with his ability?"

"Why would he be used by the people of Jin?" Tan Yuan thought: "Aren't you afraid of his deliberate revenge?"

Lu Ming said contemptuously: "He doesn't want to die yet."

Seeing that Tangyuer was already under Mr. Wu's control, Lu Ming turned around indifferently and said, "Let's go."

"Don't wait for the young master to wake up?"

"Do you want to fight when he wakes up?"

Qin Yuan: "..."

Tangyuer felt that his body was not his own anymore, as if in a dream, he raised his legs to run, but his legs were as heavy as if they had been filled with lead.

He stared at the bronze mirror involuntarily, there was no image of himself inside, but pitch black, like an unfathomable black hole, this black hole tried to suck him in several times, he couldn't escape, couldn't escape... he He could only stare blankly at the mirror.

In the ear is the strange person's gentle and soft tone, although I can't understand it, it is easy to sink people.

His limbs were weak, as if he had sunk into the bottom of the water, and there was a water-white barrier above his head, and he could even clearly see the circles of clear water patterns on the surface of the water.

Below is the endless abyss, where unpredictable dangers are hidden, he didn't want to fall, so he raised his hand with great effort, wanting to touch the water-white barrier, a trace of coldness came from his fingertips.

Enough is enough... almost enough...

He struggled to get his head out of the water, and there was no one around the water, he panted heavily, for a moment, the dusty memory, like the air on the water, poured into his body from all directions, invaded his mind, squeezed into his lungs...

He woke up suddenly, and found that his fingertips were touching the surface of the bronze mirror held by the strange man. He withdrew his hands in a panic, and his past gradually appeared in the mirror...

Where does memory begin?

In a deserted courtyard, a boy about three or four years old was sitting on the threshold. A woman's cough came from the room, mixed with a few indifferent whispers from a man. The boy turned a deaf ear, and his clear eyes looked at the ground. The passing reptiles raised their feet and trampled the insects to pieces mercilessly.

The man in the room came out and led him into the room. The man was tall, and he couldn't see the man's appearance clearly even if he looked up, but he knew that he had lived with this man for a long time.

After entering the room, the man pushed him to the bed. On the bed was a haggard woman who looked like she was about to run out of oil.

He looked at the woman expressionlessly, and the woman looked at him incredulously, and finally burst into tears, pointing at the man in front of her, she shouted angrily: "He is your son—how...how could you treat him like this ? Do you still think of him as a person?!"

"You bastard—"

"Pei Yong! I curse you - you will die!"

The man went out indifferently, and tears fell from the woman's eyes. She touched the child with cold eyes with trembling hands, and she tried her best to say softly, "Do you remember me?"

He was silent.

The woman let her tears flow down, took out a jade pendant from under the pillow, tied it carefully on his body, gritted her teeth and said, "Aniang has no ability to protect you..."

The woman gently rubbed his face, looked into his cold eyes, and said with tears: "Remember, you are a human being, not a weapon. When you have a chance in the future, you must leave."

The woman's palm was warm and soft, and the tears dripping on the back of his hand were hot, perhaps the innate bond between mother and child. He slowly grabbed the hand that was touching his face, and stared at the woman blankly.

The woman froze for a moment, leaned out with difficulty, hugged the three or four-year-old child into her arms, rubbed her chin against the child's soft hair, choked up and said, "Auntie is leaving...you...you have to be good...well alive..."

well... alive...

These words reflected in his ignorant and ignorant heart.

At the end of that day, he was taken away. He didn't know what happened to that woman. When he grew up, he knew that there is a word in the world called "death", just like... He also kills many lives every day, He thought, that woman must be dead.

He has to learn a lot of things every day. He needs to know how to hold a knife, hold a sword, draw a bow, and fight some wild beasts with his bare hands.

He didn't understand, it was so troublesome to deal with the wound, why those people chose to stand by when he was injured?

And that man, the eyes that look at him are always cold and indifferent, those eyes... are really not human... like the wolf cub that he strangled to death yesterday, or the poisonous snake that he strangled to death the day before yesterday.

His days are tedious and tiring, he is often injured and then healed with good medicine, he is respected and feared at the same time.

Later, he knew that he was going to be sent to a mountain.

Before leaving, the man took him to meet a person, the person wearing the black imperial crown. They said that this was the emperor, and the emperor sat in the court hall with an awe-inspiring appearance. He turned his head to look at the man, and couldn't help being surprised for a moment. , the man's eyes were focused, and he stared at the man on the throne with tenderness.

The man leaned over and spoke in his ear, his voice was even tinged with inadvertent tenderness: "Did you see the man on the throne?"

He looked up and looked over again, the emperor didn't notice them, the man continued to whisper in his ear: "Protect him, this is your life's mission."

The mission of a lifetime of...?

He was sent to a mountain. He watched the back of the man leaving without a trace of nostalgia in his heart, until his right hand was held by a warm and dry hand. An old man in a gray robe.