In the summer of 1958, the night rained heavily!

"Hurry, he's in the woods ahead, all of them are speeding up." A group of swordsmen in the rain rode a wolf-like three-eyed mount, like lightning, across the rain curtain, and running on the muddy official road.

There were more than twenty people in this group, all of which were black armor, wearing a hat and a geese-swinging sword on his waist. They moved quickly and had a good team.

Among them, the man in black in the black rode a three-eyed giant wolf nearly ten feet long and ran in front.

After a little leaning, more than 20 people collectively snatched the three-eyed mount, then jumped off the wolf's body in unison, and quickly surrounded the forest.

"Xiao Hei, are you sure he is in this forest?" A trace of fierce aura appeared between the eyebrows of the black leader, and the tiger's mouth where the knife handle was holding the right hand was full of calluses. At first glance, this person was a master who had practiced the mysterious skills to a certain level, or it could be said that he was a master who was murderous.

At this moment, he stood at the edge of the forest and frowned. The heavy rain made his mysterious sense of power only release more than ten meters outward, which was far from enough for pursuing the enemy, so he could only rely on the nose of Xiao Hei, a famous scout hunter in the army.

"Yang Touer, you must be wrong. You don't know my nose. It's better than a dog's nose. And based on time and the dense terrain nearby, this kid can't escape from this area as long as he can't give birth to the wings of a goshawk or the claws of a pangolin." A short black-faced sergeant standing beside Yang Tou was Xiao Hei, a military hunter. Xiao Hei's nose is a bit special, and his nostrils are a circle larger than normal people - his nostrils are facing the sky, which describes people like him.

Yangtou nodded and ordered sternly: "Look separately, don't hurt him, find him to send a signal!"

"Tao Yang, don't look for it anymore, just here!" Not long after the team dispersed, one of the black-clad swordsmen suddenly laughed loudly and called out, and then he grabbed and lifted him from a grass a hundred feet away from the center of the team. A little boy in his teens was indeed picked up by him.

The little boy looked white and extremely delicate. At this time, his whole body was penetrated by rain, his lips were a little purple from the cold, and his body trembled constantly, describing how embarrassed he was.

When the swordsman in black was raised up like a chicken, he suddenly raised his head, and a cold light as cold as a blade burst out from his clear eyes. The bone-blade coldness approached Yang Touer not far away.

Yang Touer had already strode forward at this time, as if he could not feel the hatred in the little boy's eyes at all. He just frowned and looked at the little boy casually, and said indifferently: "Seventh Master, the general asked me to take you back, don't hate me, even if we don't come, you can't escape from the desert alone. Besides, on such a rainy day, we don't want to come out to accompany you crazy. Go back honestly, it's good to everyone!" After that, regardless of the little boy's wild tearing and struggle, he took the little boy's neck and returned to the spot, and turned onto the wolf.

With a roar, all the swordsmen in black quickly returned to the team, rode on the three-eyed giant wolf together, and quickly disappeared into the rainy night.

The little boy pressed by Yang Touer gave up his futile struggle, closed his eyes tiredly, and when he lowered his head, a string of water fell across his face, mixing on his face, which was already full of rain, making people wonder whether it was tears or rain. Feeling the howling sound of wind and rain coming from his ears, his little fist was tightened, and his body became tighter and tighter. His stiff body and increasingly pale face betrayed his inner fear and anxiety at this moment. Yang Touer's cold eyes swept towards the boy in front of him. He knew that the boy was afraid of "going back" and afraid of everything he was about to face. But these had nothing to do with him. His responsibility was to find the boy and take him back intact.

After about an hour, the group finally saw a little light in front of them.

In front is a row of tents with hundreds of roofs, as well as some carriages, shafts, etc. At first glance, it is a relocation area sleeping in the wild.

After arriving at the camp, Yang Touer carried the little boy and walked straight to the largest tent.

This tent is more than 20 meters wide and more than 10 meters high. Two white tigers about two feet long lying outside the curtain.

When Yangtou walked to the tent door, the two white tigers just opened their eyes and looked at Yangtouer and the little boy, and then closed their eyes and took a nap again.

The little boy felt his scalp numb and his hair stood up all over his body. These two giant tigers were the guard tigers his father caught in the foggy forest. He had seen these two tigers tear up their lives with his own eyes.

"Take the evil in directly!" Before Yang Touer could speak, a loud shout came from inside, and the sound of the sound made Yang Touer's hair and waist scarf fly back after he had just arrived in front of the door. Obviously, this person's mysterious skills were extremely terrifying.

Yang Yizhi showed an admirational expression on his face, and carried the little boy directly into the tent, then knelt on one knee, and said respectfully: "General, the Seventh Master is brought back!"

This Yang Head, named Yang Yizhi, is one of Qin Zhenfei's most loyal subordinates.

"Hmph!" An angry hum came. Yang Yizhi, who didn't dare to look up, was frightened and the little boy trembled, but then he raised his head and looked stubbornly at the middle-aged man sitting on a white bear leather chair.

This middle-aged man is two meters tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and his palms are also particularly large.

On both sides of him were sitting several generals wearing black armor, as well as several beautiful ladies with strange expressions.

"Strange, what are you running for? Don't you like this family?"

"I don't like it!" As soon as the middle-aged man finished asking, the little boy screamed: "I don't like this family, let me go!"

The little boy who was afraid was obviously desperate. His pale face set off his deep black eyes, and a few traces of despair and bone-breaking pain were seeped out in despair. Just like the words he shouted, each word was to forcefully remove some of the things he had missed the most from his bones and blood. The heart-cutting pain made his pale little face twist for a moment. He was reluctant to let go! But he had to cut it off! He couldn't bear it! But he couldn't give himself a reason to miss it!

"Rareless, you are as disobedient and ungrateful as your damn mother, and you dare to glare at me?" The middle-aged man looked at the little boy's stubborn black eyes, and the hatred in his eyes completely angered him. He was so angry that his hands shook, and he slapped the chair under him, and then picked up the solid wood armrests on the chair and walked to the boy.

At this time, everyone in the room stood up, but... no one said anything, no one dared to plead for the little boy.

"I gave you the evil deed, I gave you food, drink and everything. You dare to be so presumptuous to me now, it's simply worse than a beast! Can't you run? I will break your legs today and see how you run!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he beat him without any mercy.

With a "click", the sound of fracture sounded at the same time with the little boy's screams.

One side is a big man who is two meters tall and has a great skill, and the other side is a little more than one meter, a thin and pitiful child.

Therefore, even if you don’t have to do all your strength, the little boy’s legs will definitely be broken.

"Drag on and take strict supervision. Without my order, no treatment is allowed. Take him out immediately!" The middle-aged man broke his son's leg, but he did not show any guilt or unbearableness in his eyes. On the contrary, he looked fierce, as if he wanted to kill the little boy.

"My evil deed, I, Qin Zhenfei, have nine sons. One more than you, not more than you." When the little boy fainted in pain and was taken out by Yang Yizhi, Qin Zhenfei was still angrily scolding in the tent.

A moment later, the little boy was thrown into a carriage like a broken doll. Yang Yizhi ordered the black armored guard to take care of him closely, and then he went back to sleep without any hesitation.

The little boy's leg was broken, but Qin Zhenfei ordered that he could not be cured. In this family and this team, no one dared to violate Qin Zhenfei's orders, and no one dared to say a word.

The little boy was still in a coma. He had a dream and dreamed of the scene a few days ago.

It was a scaffolding platform, where a woman in white clothes was as cold as snow was tied. The blazing flames instantly started to burn. The woman in white clothes was burned alive under the gaze of tens of thousands of people.

But the woman did not cry. She just raised her head and looked at the distant void. Everything around her seemed to have nothing to do with her. Nothing could destroy her calmness and elegance. Before the scorching flames devoured her, she withdrew her gaze and turned to look at Qin Zhenfei and everyone in the Qin family with sadness and mocking eyes. She did not stop for a long time. Even when she met Qin Zhenfei's eyes mixed with a few complicated eyes, she ignored it, so naturally she did not notice Qin Zhenfei's gloomy and hatred eyes in an instant. When she looked at the white-clothed sacrificial sacrifices holding torches, she seemed to be smiling, sneering, and sneering fearlessly.

Finally, the woman suddenly turned her gaze toward the little boy, and then a soft and deep care appeared in her eyes. The eyes full of heartache and reluctance were frozen on the little boy forever.

It seems to be trying to tell the little boy: Don’t cry! You must be strong! Grow up quickly!

"Mom...Mom...Mom..." The little boy cried in his dream. When he watched the raging fire ignite under his mother's feet, his father was expressionless under the stage, as cold as ice!

He knelt on the ground, kowtowed to his father, grandpa, aunt, second ladies, and kowtowed to those people in the church wearing white sacrificial robes...

Finally, his head was bleeding, and his whole face was covered in blood. But no one paid attention to him and no one went to save his mother! Everyone's face was cold and ruthless!

His mother suffered this bad luck just because she made a few drunken words. At the last moment, the entire Qin family ignored it and chose to watch, and no one even made a defense or begged for his mother.

"I dream at night is like a yellow beam, and I wake up in the morning and enter the mysterious sky. I want to ride the wind and wander around the world. Xuanhuang, Tianxuan, can be sad or ashamed, and the light is also dark!"

It is this drunken word, this poem when his mother drank alone in the small courtyard of her home, which led to a huge disaster. He was made a big fuss by his father's wife, second wife and other wife, and spread it, causing the angrily thrill of the Church of Light.

In the sleep, the people gradually dispersed, and the little boy finally broke free from the obstacles and climbed to the scaffolding platform, but he saw only a ball of ashes.

He put away the ashes for his mother, and put them in his beloved jar as if he had found a treasure.

At that moment, he hated his father's indifference and ignorance, hated the conspiracy and plot of the old ladies, and even more hated the high-ranking Church of Light.

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Gradually, it was dawn. Qin Huayi woke up in the pain and the bumps of the carriage, and fainted in the pain and the bumps of the carriage, again and again, but his hand never let go of his small package, loosening the small jar inside the package.

Because it was his mother in that jar.

His name is Qin Huayi, and his mother is nicknamed: Qin Lang. Qin Zhenfei's seventh son, nine years old!

The team continued to move forward. After the heavy rains of the night, the weather became clear again. No one came to see him, and no one even gave him food.

He knew that this time Qin Zhenfei's family moved was related to the church and the empire, and even more to his mother. The poems written by his mother seemed to have also implicated him, Qin Zhenfei.

However, the Qin family was too powerful in the empire. Qin Huayi's grandfather was the elder of the three dynasties who were crowned with the king. Although Qin Zhenfei was implicated, he was actually promoted. He just wanted to leave the Qin family mansion in Kyoto and take his own sub-room to the border prefecture, which was the border of the empire and the largest prefecture. In the border prefecture, he would continue to accumulate merits and make final preparations for the title of king.

When he woke up again, Qin Huayi seemed to be numb and barely supported himself. He leaned against the wall of the car, and did not open the curtain to check where the team outside had been, and he didn't want to care about what to do in the future. He just felt very hungry and had to eat.

Fortunately, before he escaped, there was some dry food in the package.

He untied the bag, but when he saw the situation in the bag, he almost fainted again.

The jar was broken, and the white powder mixed with his dry food...

"Mom..." Qin Hua burst into tears in an instant. He remembered that when Qin Zhenfei was hitting him, he seemed to have wiped the jar. The jar was broken by Qin Zhenfei...

"Mom, what should I do...Mom..." The nine-year-old Qin Huayi has become sensible. He lives in a big family. He lives in the Qin family with Qin Zhenfei's domineering nature and countless wives and concubines in his backyard. He can't even be ignorant.

But what should he do now? The Qin family is all cold-blooded, and there is no good person in the Qin family, and no one will help him at this moment. His jar is broken, where is his mother's ashes placed?

At this moment, the curtain of the carriage was lifted open. Qin Hua immediately hugged the wrapper in his arms and looked up at the person who lifted the curtain.

It’s Yang Boer and Yang Yizhi!

"Young Master Qi, it's time for you to have some food." Yang Yizhi was still cold, threw a bowl of rice into the car and left directly.

Of course, Yang Yizhi also knew in his heart that the seventh young master was over in this life. Not only would he never raise his head in the Qin family, but he would also suffer from lifelong disability and become a cripple.

Although Qin Huayi was extremely hungry, he did not go to eat the rice immediately. Instead, he opened the package again and looked at the scattered white ashes in a daze.

After a long time, Qin Huayi smiled sadly: "Mom, Qin Zhenfei is so cruel. He doesn't even keep the last thought of you for me." When he said this, he gently picked up a colorful amber from a pile of white ashes. This amber was found when he was cleaning up the ashes for his mother, but it was too chaotic at that time. He wanted to quickly pack up his ashes, so he didn't care too much, thinking it was his mother's relic.

He carefully held the grain of amber in his hand and wiped it slowly: "This is your tears, right? I remember you once told Hua Yi that you are a meteor across the sky, from the vast starry sky. You long for freedom and do not want to be bound in the world. Now this jar is broken. Is it you tell Hua Yi that you don't want to be locked in this jar?" "Yes, mother, you long for freedom... I don't allow the Qin family to defile you again..." Qin Hua Yi gently grabbed a touch of white dust, stretched his tender little hand out the window tremblingly, and let go...

At the same time, he also gently evoked a poem his mother once wrote:

You come from the sky, and I look into the sky, and a little expectation blooms in my eyes.

You came from the horizon and were not a passerby, but have left an impression in my heart.

I will miss you, but you can't look back, I will chase you, but you are already far away.

I will mind that you have never left a mark, I will miss you, and I will never forget you.

Qin Hua covered his chest with another hand, and he felt that his heart was so painful. That kind of pain was the longing for his close relatives and beloved, and that kind of pain was the heartache after a painful decision.

The white dust flutters with the wind, dissipates, melts into the rain, and imprints on the earth.

However, just when Qin Huayi scattered all the ashes between the sky and the earth, he didn't notice that the amber in his hand was soft and shiny, and then a soft and light crystal light overflowed.

The melted amber finally turned into a trickle of silver, like a living, soaking its meridians along the palm of his hand, and spreading throughout his body along the meridians of his arms.

Qin Huayi finally discovered this strange scene, but just as he was full of disbelief and opened his mouth wide, bursts of tearing pain suddenly appeared. Because after the flowing silver slowly wandered around his body for a while, it began to accelerate suddenly, like a silver snake in his body, and the meridians in his body were torn apart after only two breaths. Qin Hua fainted again and again, and with an extreme sting, he fainted in the carriage after a muffled groan.

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