Bu Yangnan practiced "dance" with an unknown master.

For her, who was about to leave in the evening, this opportunity was precious.

They were so engrossed in the Death Sword Dance that they ignored the noise outside the city.

"Up. The nameless swordsman shouted, swinging at her head. Bu Yangnan raised his sword to parry, and the wooden swords intersected, and there was a "click".

"Left. The nameless master shouted again, and the wooden sword whistled randomly. Bu Yangnan's sword also hurried away. There was another "click", and she gritted her teeth.

"Right," the nameless master shouted loudly to give Bu Yangnan a warning for each sword, followed by "down", "up", and "right", faster and faster, pressing forward step by step. Bu Yangnan kept retreating, blocking every attack.

"Boy, you have to be careful. After the nameless master gave a warning, he began to attack forward, and Bu Yangnan flashed to the side, swept away his sword, and slashed at his shoulder.

I almost ran into him, just a little bit, Bu Yangnan couldn't help but laugh proudly. A stream of sweat ran down her forehead, and she wiped it with her sleeve.

"Left. The nameless master shouted. "Down. His sword was too fast to see, and the click resounded in the small square.

"Left, right, left, left, up, down, left!"

He stabbed the sword very high, and it was right in the middle of Yang Nan's chest.

When Bu Yangnan was stabbed by the unknown master's wooden sword, her own sword was defending on the left, but it was pounced.

This attack on the unknown master's mouth was completely wrong with the actual move, and she was caught off guard.

"Oops!" Bu Yangnan shouted. It seems that by the time we return to the North Underworld tonight, my chest will probably be bruised.

Each injury is a lesson, and each lesson will make her suffer one less injury or one less death in the danger she will have in the future.

The nameless master stepped back and collected his sword. "You're dead. ”

Bu Yangnan grimaced angrily. "You're cheating. She said angrily, "You said the left side ended up hitting the chest." ”

"Dead people don't have a chance to cry out, you know? You're a dead girl from now on. ”

"But you're a liar!"

"And do you expect your opponent to tell the truth?" said the nameless master, pouting, "my mouth is lying, but my eyes, wrists, and steps are all telling the truth, but you are blind to it." ”

"I can't see anywhere," Bu Yangnan said, "I've been staring at you, and besides, my eyesight is good." ”

"Dead little girl, watching does not mean insight, the death sword dancer must learn to see the truth. Come, put the sword down, here's the theory lesson. ”

Bu Yangnan followed him to the wall, and he sat down on the stone pier of the small pavilion not far away. "There are so many swordsmen in the Seven Kingdoms, but your father found me, do you know why?"

"Because you're the best swordsman in town. Bu Yangnan said.

The nameless master smiled and shook his head. "There are a lot of people who are stronger than me, more agile than me, and much younger than me, but why did you choose me? Now I'll tell you. He lightly touched his eyelashes with his fingertips, "The trick is to see, to see the truth of things." ”

Bu Yangnan listened carefully.

"It's as simple as that. The world needs you to learn to keep your eyes open. The heart will lie, the mind will fool us, and only the eyes will be bright. The nameless master said.

"I still don't understand. Bu Yangnan frowned and asked, "How can I gain insight?"

"See with your eyes, hear with your ears, taste with your mouth, smell with your nose, feel with your skin, analyze with your knowledge, and finally judge with your brain. That's how you can get to the truth. ”

"I see. Bu Yangnan nodded, but many things need to be fully understood by her later encounters.

The nameless master smiled rarely. "I was thinking, when we go to the North Underworld together, maybe I'll agree to you using a real sword to dance the Death Sword Dance. ”

"Great!" Bu Yangnan couldn't wait to say, "When the time comes, I will compete with the second brother and let him see how powerful I am." ”

The nameless master looked at her with a smile, she had mentioned her second brother more than once. There must be something special about this kid in exile.

"By the way, nameless master, how should I introduce you then, what is your name?" Bu Yangnan asked curiously.

"I forgot too, it's been too long. The nameless master smiled awkwardly.

"How could you forget your name, shouldn't you be born with it?" asked Bu Yangnan.

"I forced myself to forget, and after about fifteen years, I couldn't remember. The nameless master said.

"But why? Why do you forget your name?" Bu Yangnan was puzzled.

"A lot of times, not having a name is the best protection, people can't find you at all, and you can hide in the shadows. The nameless master pulled his throat to learn the tone of the dignitary, "Rice buckets, go and get the nameless person back for me." ”

Bu Yang Nange smiled.

"Come to think of it, how are those rice buckets going to catch me?" said the nameless master with a smile.

The two were talking, and with a bang, the wooden door not far from the martial arts arena was knocked open, and Bu Yangnan immediately turned around.

A royal guard stood under the arch of the door, followed by five Qingqiu family guards. They were heavily armed, with only the masks of their helmets open.

The golden-cloaked Kingsguard wears a leather vest and chainmail shirt, and a steel helmet. "You're Bu Yangnan," said the Kingsguard, "come with us, kid." ”

Bu Yangnan pouted hesitantly, "What are you looking for me to do?"

"Your father wants to see you. ”

Bu Yangnan heard that her father had summoned her and took a step forward, but the nameless master quickly grabbed her hand. 、

"Why didn't the Prime Minister send his own men, but instead sent people from the Qingqiu family? The nameless master asked.

"You're a dance teacher, don't be ignorant," the Kingsguard whispered, hiding behind his mask, "This has nothing to do with you. ”

"My father won't send you. Bu Yangnan raised her wooden sword. The guards of the Qingqiu family saw a teenage girl holding a wooden sword, and they were all happy.

"Little girl, put the stick down. The Kingsguard told her, "Don't ask for trouble, I'm one of the ten Kingsman chosen by the King, and even your father doesn't necessarily take it seriously." ”

Although this person's face was hiding in the helmet, Bu Yangnan judged that this person was Tie Fenglin through the observation of his voice form.

But her father told her that Tie Fenglin was dead, and her father would not lie to her, but what was going on.

And this person who "died" and was resurrected, his kung fu is surprisingly high.

Iron Maple Forest ran out of patience. "Catch her. He said to his subordinates.

The three guards stepped forward, the chain mail crashing with each step.

Bu Yangnan suddenly became scared. Fear hurts more than a sword, she told herself, slowing down her frenzied heartbeat.

The nameless master stepped forward, stood in the middle, and struck the palm of the other hand with a wooden sword in his hand. "I really can't stand it, are you humans or dogs, embarrassed to bully a little girl. ”

"Fuck off, you guy. A Tsing Yi guard scolded angrily.

The nameless master's wooden sword swooped upwards and knocked on the man's helmet. "I'm a swordsman, so be respectful when you talk to me. ”

"You bald bastard, looking for death. The man drew his sword. The nameless master's wooden sword flashed again, and it was dazzlingly fast. Bu Yangnan only heard a click, and the steel sword had fallen on the stone slab. "My hands. The guard screamed and clutched his severed finger.

"You're dancing pretty well, pretty fast. Tie Fenglin on the side looked coldly and made an evaluation.

"I'm not fast, he's too slow. The nameless master returned the salute.

"This guy has committed the great crime of treason, and he has no mercy to kill him, and he has arrested that little girl. The golden-cloaked guard ordered.

The four Qingqiu family guards drew their swords one after another, and the one with the severed finger spat at the mouth and pulled out the dagger with his left hand.

The nameless master clenched his teeth and assumed the posture of the Death Sword Dance, turning sideways to meet the enemy.

"Little apprentice," he shouted, but he didn't even glance at Bu Yangnan, and he didn't take his eyes off the Qingqiu family guards from beginning to end, "This is the end of today's dance class. You'd better go quickly and go to your father. ”

"What about you?" Bu Yangnan didn't want to leave him, she saw that Tie Fenglin had drawn his sword, flashing with a cold glow.

"The Death Sword Dancer only listens to his own heart, and he is not afraid of life and death. Remember every word I've taught you before, and now go briskly. ”

Bu Yangnan held the wooden sword tightly in his hand, and his body slowly retreated.

When she saw the posture of the nameless master, she realized that she usually fought with her, but she was just playing casually.

The guards of the Qingqiu family swung their steel swords and attacked him from three sides. They were in hard armor, but they wore no more than ordinary cloth boots on their feet, their hands were exposed, and their helmets had holes in their eyes.

The nameless master didn't wait for them to get closer, and then dodged to the left. Bu Yangnan couldn't imagine that the speed of a person could be so fast. He used his wooden sword to unswipe one and spun around to dodge the second. The second person lost his center of gravity and staggered towards the previous man, and the nameless master made up for his back, and the two Qingqiu family guards fell into a ball.

The third guard jumped over them and rushed over, swinging his sword at the master's head. The nameless swordsman lowered his body and stabbed upward.

The guard fell to the ground screaming, and there was a bloody hole in his left eye.

The person who fell is ready to get up. The nameless master kicked one in the face and ripped off another's helmet. The one with the dagger stabbed at him, and the nameless master caught the attack with his helmet, then struck the man in the knee with his wooden sword.

The last Qingqiu Guard, who had not yet made a move, scolded, held his sword in both hands, and slashed violently to charge, and when he came close, the nameless swordsman flashed to the right. So the guy who had no helmet and was struggling to get up was out of luck. The savage slash struck him right at the junction of his shoulder and neck, and the sword shattered the chain mail leather and bones, and the man fell to his knees, screaming.

As soon as his killer was in a panic, the nameless swordsman had stabbed him in the throat with a wooden sword. The Qingqiu Guardian let out a suffocating cry and staggered back, his hands clutching his neck, his face as dead as ashes.

When Bu Yangnan walked to the door of the other door, the five people either fell to the ground and died, or they were dying. She heard Tie Fenglin curse, "A bunch of useless things. Then he stepped forward with his sword.

The nameless swordsman returned to his fighting stance. "Little girl," he said without looking back, "go quickly." ”

Discern with your eyes, he has just taught. So she saw at the door: the iron guard was wearing heavy armor, his head, feet, and even his throat and arms were protected by steel armor, his eyes were hidden behind a pure white steel helmet, and he held a hideous steel sword. On the other hand, the master is an unknown swordsman, who only has a leather vest and a wooden sword in his hand.

"Nameless master, run!" she shouted at him.

"Kid, it's you who should go, I can't buy you much time. He said.

Tie Fenglin swung his sword at him, and the nameless swordsman gracefully dodged, and the wooden sword in his hand slashed out white light and attacked the iron guard.

His wooden sword beckoned back and forth between the Iron Guard's helmet, handguards, and neck armor, but for the most part, it was a useless attack for the heavy armor.

Walking to the same place, Tie Fenglin ignored any attack of the nameless swordsman Mu Jian, and bravely moved forward, and the nameless swordsman had no choice but to retreat.

He blocked the first attack, dodged the second, and swung the third.

But the fourth sword cut off the wooden sword, sawdust flew and the iron skeleton of the wooden sword Li Min was also broken.

The nameless swordsman gave Bu Yangnan one last look, meaning to let her go quickly.

Bu Yangnan couldn't bear to look at it anymore, sobbing and stepping away.

Everything the nameless swordsman had taught was running in her head.

Fast as a snake, swift as electricity. Fear hurts more than a sword. It's as still as water, but it's as cold as ice. Fear hurts more than a sword. Those who are afraid of failure will surely lose. Fear hurts more than a sword......

Bu Yangnan clenched the wooden sword, sweating her palms, and when she came to the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, she was stunned by the scene in front of her.

The original thick wooden gate was only fragmented and dilapidated, as if it had been chopped by an axe.

A dead man fell face down on the steps, his cloak pressed under his body, and Bu Yangnan couldn't think of who it was when he saw him wearing his family's clothes.

"How so?" she whispered. What the hell is going on? Where is my father again? Why are the guards coming to arrest her?

Bu Yangnan remembered what happened in the dark cave, and what a man said, since one prime minister has disappeared, why can't he disappear the second one? Bu Yangnan's eyes were unconsciously full of tears.

She held her breath as she listened, and the sounds of fighting, shouting, wailing, and clashing of weapons could still be heard in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

My father may have been killed. She couldn't help herself from thinking about it.

Bu Yangnan closed his eyes, and he couldn't move in fear for a while.

"Fear hurts more than a sword. She said loudly, but pretending to be a Death Sword Dancer didn't help, the real Death Sword Dance was fighting the Iron Guard, and it was likely that he had died in the Iron Maple Forest Swordsman. She was just a frightened, lonely little girl with a wooden sword in her hand.

She slipped into the square and looked around cautiously before standing up.

There was no one in Guangming City, but this was impossible, everyone must have closed the door and hidden.

Bu Yangnan saw only shuttling between the house and the high wall, leaning his back against the wall as much as possible to prevent others from sneaking up, and finally arrived at the stable safe and sound.

At this moment, she saw a dozen or so blue-robed guards in full armor, wearing chain mail and full body armor, running past her, and Bu Yangnan hid in the shadows and crouched down to wait for them to pass.

Hu Lin, who had served as the head of the stables in the North Underworld since Bu Yangnan had a memory, was lying on the ground by the stable. There were so many stabs on his body that his coat looked like it was embroidered with scarlet flowers.

Bu Yangnan originally thought that he was dead, but when he got closer, he opened his eyes.

"Little lord," he whispered, "you go quickly...... Warning you...... Your father......" Red foam broke out of the stableman's mouth, and he closed his eyes, and lost his breath.

The stables were littered with corpses, two of them who had played with her, and three or five of her father's guards. A carriage full of boxes was abandoned by the door. When these people were attacked, they must have been trying to transport their belongings to the docks.

"So here it is. A voice screamed as it approached her.

Bu Yangnan turned around in panic. I saw a tall and stout soldier standing in front of her, with a look on his face that he would be promoted and make a fortune immediately.

"Don't come here," Bu Yangnan raised his wooden sword, "My father is Bu Yangchen, he will kill you." ”

"He's been knocked down, probably dead. The soldier strode forward again, "Come, little girl, you can at least change me for a thousand households." ”

The tall and stout soldier saw that this was a thin girl with a wooden sword, and he didn't bother to draw the sword, he rushed up and stretched out his hands to press Bu Yangnan's shoulders.

Swift as a snake, ruthless as a wolf. Bu Yangnan remained motionless and closed his eyes.

As soon as the strong man's hands touched her shoulders, she opened her eyes.

At the moment when the soldier thought he had succeeded, the tip of Bu Yangnan's wooden sword pierced upward, piercing more than half a foot from the weak chin of the human body.

The strong soldier's throat was filled with his own blood, and he fell to the ground, whimpering in pain.

Soon, he will be drowned alive with his own blood.

The horses neighed in panic. Bu Yangnan stood next to the corpse, shocked and frightened in the face of death.

It was the first time the thirteen-year-old girl had killed someone.

As she hurriedly grabbed the saddle and the bridles, it occurred to her sudden and terrified that the gates must have been closed, and perhaps there were many guards at them.

Perhaps the guards would not have recognized her if they had mistaken him for a boy, and it was more likely that the gates were closed and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

But there is still a way out of the City of Light.

She remembered the black dungeon that she had passed through at night to catch the black cat, and finally she could leave the City of Light through the drain.

She found a cloak in the haphazard salute, then picked a few random things and put them together in a bunch, tucked the package under her armpit, and slipped to the other end of the stable.

Then she opened the latch of the back door and peeked out uneasily.

In the distance, there was the sound of sword strikes, and there was a dying wail on the other side of the inner city. She had to walk down the spiral staircase, through the kitchenette and the barn, the same path she had taken the last time she had caught the black cat, but in any case, she had to walk through the wide, empty square ahead, and in full view of the city guards.

She had never seen so many people standing on the walls at the same time, most of them were golden-robed warriors with guns, and the walls were so far away, she must have looked like a small dot. Would they still be able to identify her? Would they pay attention to a little girl?

She told herself that she had to leave immediately.

She forced herself to finish the journey, with a cold sweat on her head, but she pretended to be a lost reckless child. When Yang Nan arrived in the shadow of the city wall at the other end of the square, his whole body was already soaked. Fortunately, no one paid attention to her, and no one came out to shout.

It took her a long time to find the entrance that she had inadvertently broken in at night, and she crawled in and out, climbing over the walls, groping her way through the dark cellar, and it took her half an hour to find the narrow window that sloped downwards to the labyrinth of the earth.

She tossed the package in first, then melted herself into the darkness.

This time she didn't feel fear at all. This dark dungeon is much safer than the sunny ground in the City of Light.

Fear hurts more than a sword, and the silent voice in my head sounded again. Bu Yangnan curled up in a dark corner, closed her eyes and quickly adjusted herself to the darkness.

She is 100 million from the tomb of the North Underworld. She told herself that it was much scarier than this. When he first went, he was still a little girl, and Bu Yangming had just returned to walking.

That time it was led by her brother Bu Yangfei, with her, sister Bu Yanglin and younger brother Bu Yangming. They carried only a candle, and their eyes were as wide as pears, staring intently at the stone-faced face of the King of the North, as well as the statue of the snow wolf and the iron sword on their knees at their feet.

Bu Yang Fei led them to the end of the corridor, passing by the ancestors of the Buyang family, and by the way, they took a look at their future destination. However, Bu Yanglin's gaze never dared to leave the candle, which was getting shorter and shorter, for fear that it would go out at any time.

"This is where the dead live. The eldest brother whispered. Just then, they heard a low, trembling voice. Small steps held her hand tightly.

When the ghost came out of the open tomb and groaned to suck the blood of the living, Bu Yanglin was the first to scream and run towards the entrance of the cave, and Bu Yangming began to tremble and swing, and he had no strength to run. Bu Yangnan stood in place, and boldly hammered the "ghost", and found that it was just Bu Yangying, who was sprinkled with flour.

Recalling the past, Bu Yangnan in the dark couldn't help but smile.

After that, the darkness ceased to be terrible.

The Nameless Master has said that I will be the last assassin of the dark world.

How can I be afraid of the darkness? No, it should be the darkness that is afraid of me, I am the master of the darkness.

Thinking of this, Bu Yangnan opened his eyes.