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It's snowing again.

The man inserted the ghost-headed knife in his hand diagonally to the ground.

He raised his head and looked at the snowflakes flying in the sky, and felt inexplicably inexplicably in his heart.

This snow will fall on and off for a long time.

Until it completely stops, it is when the agreement expires.

He thought that as long as the last swordsman died, this agreement would be invalidated.

After all, he is Xingshen.

He is the strongest group of people in the world.

It is a star death that cannot be defeated by mortals.

But he was wrong.

The group of swordsmen, one after another, sharpened their blades south of the Li River.

They had cold faces and red eyes.

Even if I die, I will not forget to teach such ancestral teachings to future generations.

A full hundred years.

Life and death change, the swordsmen who used to be dead, but their descendants still remember the promises a hundred years later.

He couldn't help but remember a hundred years ago.

That group of swordsmen.

They came across the river in the mist and rain of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River.

They dared to swing their swords at anyone who stood in front of them.

In this way, they passed one city after another, and under their swords were the gods of the Great Wei, the guest officials who protected the country, and even the princes who guarded one side.

For this, they also paid a terrible price.

But their faces were still cold and their eyes were still scarlet.

They are like a knife that is unsheathed, not against the throat, not drinking blood, and never returning it.

So, they finally successfully cut off a certain head.

But there was still a head, so after making some agreement helpless or compromise, the swordsmen returned to Jiangdong with the sharpest knife and began nearly a hundred years of military training.

He had to be afraid of such a group of lunatics.

Therefore, thirty years ago, he chose to hide in someone's home like a stray dog.

Thirty years of sleepless night, and thirty years of no light.

He had forgotten the glory of being Xingyun, and also forgot his surname Xiahou as the master of the Great Wei Dynasty.

He thought that this would also make the swordsmen forget themselves.

But it was not until a month ago that the star sleeping in the sea of ​​stars lit up again that he knew.

The swordsmen will cross the river as scheduled to go to that century-old appointment.

He was so anxious that he was always worried about this. He sought shelter from the man like a broken dog.

Thinking of this, an uncontrollable feeling of fatigue came over him and looked up at the sky again.

"Is the hour of Hai here?" he murmured to himself.

Since he realized that the swordsmen had never given up that agreement thirty years ago, whenever he closed his eyes, he would involuntarily think of the killing a hundred years ago, which made him unable to fall asleep at all. For this reason, he found something that could allow him to sleep peacefully at the hour of Hai every day, but for this he had to pay the price of sleeplessness.

Now, such things have gradually become a habit.

A black light wrapped him up, and his eyes finally slowly closed, and he fell into a kind of sleep that he thought was self-righteous.

The Prime Minister's Mansion is naturally a place with extremely strict defenses.

After entering the mansion, Du Hongchang had a deep understanding of this.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a three-step one post, and a five-step one whistle is not an exaggeration. Even without the care of Sima Xu and Song Yuan, this place is still not a place where anyone can sneak into.

But fortunately, he brought the man next to him.

This is a person who has followed his father for many years. He is good at hiding and hiding. Therefore, although there are dangers along the way, fortunately, with this person's care, he is just in danger.

Finally, they rushed outside Sima Xu's study before the first moment of the hour of Hai.

This is naturally the most important part of the entire Prime Minister's Mansion.

But when we arrived here, we could never see the dense guards again.

The reason is very simple. Sima Xu has absolute confidence in Song Yuan and can stop any thief who dares to lurk everywhere.

And the facts have also proved to people countless times that his judgment was not wrong.

But now it's different.

Du Hongchang carefully poked his head out, and he saw a man standing in the corner of the wall in the heavy snow outside the house.

His eyes were closed and his body was filled with a strange black light.

This was exactly the same as what his father said. Du Hongchang was shocked because of this. He knew that his sheep had a chance to tear the wolves apart.

He used a color to the man behind him and signaled him to stay here to wait. Then he walked to the study room in a hurry, braved the wind and snow.

Du Hongchang tentatively pushed the door of Sima Xu's study room, but to his surprise, the door was gently opened under his push, without any magic seals, no mechanism, and not even an ordinary lock.

He couldn't help but be stunned, but a sneer appeared on his face.

He blamed Sima Xu for being too confident in the defense of Song Yuan and the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Sima Xu, Sima Xu, I didn’t expect you to have a lot of secrets, but I took advantage of the loopholes.

Thinking of this, he had no worries in his heart. He reached out and suddenly pushed open Sima Xu's door and walked in swagger.

Du Hong looked around the dark room, thought for a while, and took out a crystal clear glass-shaped round stone from her arms.

It was Qimingshi from Shu. As long as you pour some spiritual energy into it, you can use it as a lighting. It is something commonly used by the army in some humid environments, and it is not a rare thing.

He carefully injected some spiritual power into the Qiming stone. He controlled this spiritual power to a very rare point. He didn't expect this step, but because of the dazzling light that Qiming stone shone, the guards' attention, and everything failed.

Facts have proved that as the head of the new Eight Desert Academy, Du Hongchang still has a very good control over spiritual power. Although the light illuminated in the Qiming Stone is weak, it is enough to illuminate it, but it will not cause any unnecessary trouble.

After doing all this, his smile became even more intense.

Then with a faint light, he walked to Sima Xu's bookcase and began to look for the notes that could change his destiny among the densely packed books.

In theory, this should be an easy step.

But Du Hongchang couldn't find that thing.

"Has Sima Xu kept carrying that thing with him?" Du Hongchang's mind flashed with such a thought, and dense sweat began to appear on his forehead. He stretched his head and looked outside the house. This quarter of an hour was about to pass.

And at that time, the evil dog will wake up, and two more unknown corpses will appear in the moat in Chang'an tomorrow. But he has already reached this point and left like this, and he feels unwilling to accept it.

In such hesitation, he took advantage of the light of Qimingshi and suddenly glanced at the desk not far away, where a light yellow book was placed.

He suddenly realized something. He walked over quickly, stretching out his hand to open the book.

But his hands were trembling violently. He was afraid that the book was not what he wanted, that once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was missed by him, and that he had to be the little sheep who shivered all day long.

With fear, either this or that.

He finally opened the book.

The expression on his face changed from shock to suddenness, from sudden to ecstasy.

He was almost laughing out loud.

This is what he is looking for, the notes Sima Xu used to record everything.

He looked at it carefully again, and everything on it was recorded one by one. Because time was tight, Du Hongchang didn't have time to find out about his father's death. But the things recorded on the pages he glanced at were enough to make Sima Xu lingchi several times.

A cruel grin appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he was about to put this note in his arms.

"Do you know why I have to write everything on it?" A sound that was a little colder than the wind and snow outside suddenly rang out.

Du Hong's long body shook suddenly, and the movements in his hand suddenly stopped.

A chill rose from his heels and spread to his scalp, and his body shivered involuntarily.

Then, the dark room suddenly lit up.

Candles are ignited by some unknown force.

Du Hong turned around with a long trembling, and an old man stood behind him like a ghost.

The old man's hair was white, his face was a little wrinkled, but his half-closed eyes flashed with this dark light.
To be continued...