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"Run away, run away quickly..."
"Escape as far away as possible... Never look back..."
Boundless darkness. Reading at zero o'clock
In the darkness, a female voice rang out quickly, as if shouting in the ear, with a sharp distortion caused by the too high pitch, which was heartbreaking.
This cry has always been hidden deep in my heart and can never be forgotten.
Suddenly a light appeared, as if someone had pierced a hole in the irreversible darkness.
The opening grew larger and larger, and the light became brighter and brighter, gradually condensing into a beam of light. Under the reflection of the light, a huge shadow loomed.
The shadow is huge and unparalleled, like a demon god who created the world, with two horns on his head, and sharp thorns on his body, which is very powerful. Even though the specific shape cannot be seen clearly, a violent domineering force suddenly aroused:
Brutality, killing, destruction!
A variety of powerful and cruel auras are entangled and fused together, like a hurricane that will tear people into pieces——
"ah!"
Liang Qiufeng screamed in shock, opened his eyes in a flash, and sat up with a cry: It turned out to be Nan Ke Yimeng. His back was wet, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
I have this nightmare again...
Sitting quietly on the bed, a wave of emotions surged in his heart; a blood-colored scene that had long since solidified emerged in his mind, a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, and the aura of sadness and resentment washed away like a wave, reminding him all the time:
There are some things that even if you die, you still have to go back and do them.
must!
He raised his head to look at the sky through the open window, and saw a fish-belly white color on the eastern horizon. It would be dawn soon. He couldn't help but tighten his face, and quickly got up to dress and wash up. He picked up the cold water from the old porcelain basin and splashed it on his face.
He jumped, and was suddenly so excited that he shivered all over and became energetic. Then he picked up the long-tailed broom placed on the back of the door and picked up a wide bamboo basket.
A large basket was swinging behind him, and a large, faded coarse cloth covered his body, which was quite ill-fitting and made his body look even thinner.
With the sound of "beep", the simple door is pushed open, facing the eastern morning light, and a new day's work begins.
…
Liang Qiufeng is eighteen years old and works as a handyman in Zhongnan Jianfu in the southern part of Huangzhou.
The world is vast and vast, divided into nine continents, and Huangzhou is one of them, also known as the "Abandoned Continent". The geography is steep, barren and remote. Except for a few scattered counties and cities, most of the places are barren.
, places where people gather together are rare.
In the south, on the top of Zhongnan Mountain, Zhongnan Sword Palace, which was once one of the top ten sword palaces in the world, is located here.
Jian Mansion is divided into an outer mansion and an inner mansion. Liang Qiufeng is a handyman in the outer mansion. His daily work is to sweep the floor, wipe the walls, doors and windows, etc.
He got this job with great difficulty.
Liang Qiufeng has been homeless since he was a child. He has suffered almost more than the rice he has eaten. All along, many people thought that he would not live to adulthood. But after eighteen years, Liang Qiufeng is like a
An unyielding weed, he managed to survive. Due to lack of nutrition, he was so skinny that he looked as if he could be blown over by a gust of wind. He only had a pair of eyes, bright and spirited, and quite a bit unmatched in his agility.
The morning light was faint and the chill was bleak. Several other handymen also got up, took their tools, and began to perform their duties.
The Jian Mansion has very strict governance and does not tolerate "dirty and messy" situations. Once found, the handyman will not only have his wages deducted, but will also be directly expelled from the government and will never be used again.
Liang Qiufeng didn't want to lose this hard-won job, so every day his work attitude was conscientious and meticulous. Only when he was free, he would secretly glance at the Jianfu disciples passing by, his eyes flashing.
The luster of envy.
It would be great if one day, I could be accepted as a disciple by Jian Mansion...
But such thoughts are destined to be wishful thinking.
Zhongnan Jianfu has its own set of strict and unusual procedures for recruiting disciples. First of all, the entry threshold for the third level of strength is not something Liang Qiufeng can qualify for.
One day during dinner, Liang Qiufeng let the news slip, and his fellow handymen found out about his dream, which immediately caused the whole room to burst into laughter, and the laughter was full of ridicule.
Isn't it? It is a ridiculous and ridiculous thing for a gray sparrow to dare to dream of becoming a phoenix. It is very ridiculous.
Amidst the laughter, Liang Qiufeng became silent, ate his meal in silence, and swore in his heart that from now on, he would never reveal his true thoughts to others easily.
He did not stop thinking about it: "At least I dare to think about it. If I don't even dare to think about it, what is the difference between it and smelly salted fish?"
The rough youth experience made Liang Qiufeng precocious, independent-minded, and not easily influenced by others.
When the last corner of the area was cleaned, it was already midnight. Due to winter, the climate was cold, the north wind was blowing, and the sky seemed a little dark.
"Clang clang clang!"
As always, three melodious and moving bells were heard in the inner palace one after another. Listening to the ears, it was like hearing morning bells and evening drums, and the spirit and spirit felt refreshing and joyful.
This is the sound of the sword training bell!
In Zhongnan Jianfu, the sword practice bell has a long history. It was set up by the founder of the mansion and hung on an old pine tree in front of the gate of the inner mansion. Every day at dawn, a dedicated person rings the bell to indicate a day.
The plan is to start in the morning. All the disciples of the Jian Mansion should get up and practice their sword diligently.
The body of this clock is an excellent auxiliary treasure. Its sound is gentle and melodious, penetrating into the heart, and has the special effect of invigorating people's energy and refreshing their spirits.
As soon as the bell rang, all the disciples, both inside and outside the palace, rushed to the sword performance field to start a new day of practice.
It's a pity that due to Liang Qiufeng's status, he is not even qualified to enter the sword field.
Since I can't learn the sword, I have to listen to the sound of the sword practice bell on time at this time every day, and just make ends meet——
"Buzz..."
The lingering sound of the bell echoed in my ears, lingering, and it was inexplicably strange.
laugh!
A flash of sword light suddenly appeared in my mind, and with a startling glance, it vaguely echoed the rhythm of the bell, showing an unstoppable sharpness. It just flashed too fast, and just as I was about to grasp it carefully, it disappeared in an instant.
Like water dripping into the ocean, it can no longer be found.
Hey, it's strange, why do I have distracting thoughts when I listen to the bell today? Could it be that I was so absorbed in listening that I even had hallucinations?
He has been a handyman for three years, 365 days a year, and listens attentively to the bell of the sword training bell every day. It has always been the same, but today when he listened to the bell, a little sharpness flashed in his mind.
The unparalleled sword light can't help but surprise.
"Liang Qiufeng, what are you doing?"
A scolding came from Deacon Luo. He was over sixty years old and had already put on weight. His belly was bulging out and he looked like a fat duck. His voice was also very noisy like a duck.
"I've met Deacon Luo."
He was not afraid of the county magistrate, but was afraid of being in charge. Liang Qiufeng knew that the other party's temperament was a typical villain, accustomed to dominating others and could not afford to offend him.
Deacon Luo raised his head high, put his hands behind his back, and warned with a straight face: "Liang Qiufeng, the day after tomorrow is the big day of Jianfu, please give the deacon some advice. When it comes to joints, if something goes wrong, you will not just get out of here.
It’s easy, do you understand?”
"Understood."
Liang Qiufeng's answer was straightforward.
Deacon Luo then left with a satisfied step, to supervise and reprimand other handymen. It seemed that if he did not do this every day, he would not be able to highlight his status and prestige as a miscellaneous deacon of the foreign government.
As for the "big day" mentioned by the other party, the instructions had been given a few days ago, so Liang Qiufeng knew that the day after tomorrow was the annual "Sword Lecture Hall" of Zhongnan Sword Mansion, at which time the elders would personally teach and explain swordsmanship.
It is extremely rare to learn the secrets of Dharma and raise sword questions.
But it only happens once a year, and it lasts for three days each time.
Every time, the disciples who attend the class will gain something. If by chance, they can solve the sword problems raised by the elders and obtain the inheritance of ideas, it will be a blessing. Their strength can soar to a new level.
above.
As a sword house with a long history and great glory, Zhongnan Sword House has a good foundation. There are many sword inscriptions stored in the treasure house. Many of them are inherited from the mysterious level and even the earth level. Rumor has it that there is even one with a history of more than a thousand years.
The title of Heavenly Sword.
It's just a rumor. In fact, what this sword inscription looks like and where it is kept have always been a mystery.
Many people suspect that this rumor is simply false.
A hundred years ago, Zhongnan Sword Mansion experienced a catastrophe that almost wiped out its entire body. Its vitality was severely damaged and it has not yet been able to breathe again.
With the lack of talent and the constraints of the entire deserted continent's environment, its gradual decline has become a natural thing. The glory of the top ten sword houses has been lost for a long time, and their status and reputation have plummeted. Even the world-famous sword house competition has been lost for several sessions.
No disciple can qualify to participate.
Not to mention, even the younger generation of disciples have not been able to understand and pass on a list of low-grade Xuan-level sword problems mentioned by the elders in the Sword Lecture Hall in the past three years.
So bleak.
No wonder the four elders in the Jian Mansion looked at each other sadly, lamenting that each generation is not as good as the last.
However, these have nothing to do with Liang Qiufeng. Even if he understands the situation of Jian Mansion, even if he steps back ten thousand steps, it is not the turn of a handyman sweeping the floor to worry about it.
"Hey!"
Liang Qiufeng let out a mocking laugh, and when he saw Deacon Luo walking away, he quickly closed his eyes and meditated to see if his mind could recreate the sword glow from before.
Nothing was found.
After a long time and still finding nothing, he finally gave up, thinking that he must have hallucinated while listening to the bell.
After disillusionment, it bursts like a bubble.
Thinking that it was almost time for breakfast, he took steps towards the small canteen.
Today happens to be the fifteenth day, which is the best day of the month for food. As usual, we can finally receive spiritual rice again.
Thinking of the delicious Lingmi, Liang Qiufeng couldn't help but reveal a smile, just like a ray of sunshine that suddenly appeared in the dark sky above his head, it suddenly became as bright as a flower.