The morning dawn is coming as scheduled, this is the most prosperous city in the world, and here is the capital of Daqin - Xianyang.

The number of pedestrians on the street gradually increased, and the noise of hawkers slowly spread to every corner of the street. Some people eat breakfast in the teahouse, laughing and chatting with friends; Some people wipe the sweat of hard work and sell their hot buns with a smile; Some people led their children to wander the streets, laughing and answering every childlike answer of the curious children.

Walking here, no one would have thought that this was a troubled time. Ying Zheng waged war against the other six countries, bringing disaster to the six countries, but bringing prosperity to the Qin state.

In the eyes of the people of the Six Kingdoms, he is a demon who does all kinds of evil, but in the eyes of the people of Qin, he is a generation of Ming Jun. The state of Qin was revitalized in his hands and unified the world step by step. No one else can do what he does!

Right and wrong, who can hand over the best of both worlds for this troubled world?

In the midst of the crowd, a little boy crouched at the corner at the end of the street. He looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, with disheveled hair, disheveled, and unusually quiet. He raised his head occasionally, and his eyes, which were hidden by the hair on his forehead, radiated a bright and cunning light, and quickly surveyed the crowd in the street, and then lowered his head again, so that no one could see that there was anything wrong.

Finally, after he raised his head again, his eyes locked on a certain person, he smiled in a low voice, stretched comfortably, and got up sensitively and burrowed into the crowd.

The boy quickly weaved through the crowd, and the crowd did not cause him any trouble, he was more like a fish in water, taking advantage of his small age and low height to quickly move towards his target in the crowd.

Not far from him, a young man full of alcohol was pushing the people who were approaching him, with a look of arrogance and impatience. Everyone who was pushed by him saw that this was a drunk drunkard, and they didn't bother to bother with him, so they covered their mouths and noses, so as not to be smoked by the smell of wine, and left one after another.

He walked staggeringly, and was half-asleep when he was hit the side of his waist, and he suddenly stood unsteadily, and sat down on the ground with an "ouch".

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." There were repeated apologetic sounds in front of him, and he opened his eyelids, only to see a boy in tattered clothes in front of him, bending down in panic to apologize.

He waved his hand and snorted: "Count you lucky boy, uncle, I'm in a good mood today, let you go." Otherwise, I'll have to beat you kid to death! ! ”

"Yes, yes!" The boy was overjoyed and hurried away. When he missed the young man's side, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a mocking smile, and then his figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.

The young man burped, slowly got up from the ground, and inadvertently stroked his right hand over his waist, but felt a torn cut. Suddenly, he was shocked, and the alcohol was suddenly awakened. He looked anxiously at the side of his purse, and sure enough, it was empty.

"Damn, stinky boy, dare to steal uncle's wallet!" The young man was furious and immediately chased after the boy in the direction where he had disappeared.

The boy slipped around the crowd and into a narrow alley, proudly tossing a bulging purse up and down, muttering, "It's all hard currency here, and it's going to make a lot of money!" ”

From the vicious eyes he had been with for so long, he knew that this young man was not only a drunkard, but also a gambler—because this young man had a jade pendant in the shape of a pixiu hanging from his waist.

Pixiu, the ninth son of the dragon, has a mouth but no asshole, can swallow thousands of treasures without leaking, and is a mascot that all gamblers must wear. Because what gambler doesn't want to win and not lose in a casino.

Is there any reason why a gambler can get drunk with excitement other than winning a full game?

The boy was excited, but he heard an angry roar from behind: "Stinky boy, stop me!" Today, Lao Tzu will not beat you to death, and Lao Tzu's name will be written upside down! ”

The boy was frightened, and looked behind him, only to see the young man who had been stolen by himself with a vicious face, striding towards him, and if he was caught, the consequences would be ......

He made up his mind and ran, completely ignoring the roar behind him.

Thanks to the fact that he usually wanders in this area, he knows the streets and alleys here, and with a quick turn left and right, he just threw an adult away.

"Whew," he gasped, wiped his sweat, and listened triumphantly to the roar that faded away as he could not find his way through the winding and complicated alley. He stayed where he was for a moment, until he couldn't hear the man's voice at all, and then he took another step and walked towards the corner of the alley.

When he returned home, he had just pushed open the dilapidated wooden door, which was already a little exhausted, raised his head and glanced at the empty room, a sense of loneliness in his heart for no reason, and the running all the way was overloaded in terms of a child's body.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, eating the buns he had just bought, he could finally catch his breath, all the money for three days had been spent three days ago, and he spent three days hungry like this, until this morning, when he met this fat sheep, he could eat a few more full meals.

Three days and three nights, starving, even sleeping at night would wake up from nightmares, and then there were bursts of unbearable hunger such days, he originally thought that from that day on, there would never be again, but half a year ago, a group of hateful people beat him back to such days.

He hadn't seen them before, but he was confident that he would recognize the bad guys when he saw them.

After eating enough, the child just wanted to get a good night's sleep, and he hoped that he would not repeat that dream today......

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Dreamland, half a year ago!

"Master, Uncle Lin Xiao, I'm back." An eleven or twelve-year-old boy pushed the door open.

"Tianming, are you done with today's homework?" The man, whom the boy called his master, asked with a smile.

"It's done, the weight-bearing exercises, chopping, punches and kicks, it's all done, but when did Uncle Lin Xiao leave?"

"It's been three years, you don't know his habits, they have to disappear for a few days every month, okay, let's not talk about it, I'm going to teach you to read after dinner......" The master said softly, but Tianming didn't notice that the master seemed to be avoiding something.

"Master, can you be illiterate, looking at those tadpole texts, my head is big...... Isn't it okay to be able to write your own name...... It's so annoying...... "Tianming walked to the dining table and sat down, but his mouth was still complaining.

"Uh-huh!" The master glared, and Tianming shrank his head in fear, "Master, I can't learn yet...... I learn ...... Don't be angry...... Hey! ”

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At night, the village was still as quiet as ever, the lights in a hut were still on, Tianming was still scratching his unkempt hair with a bitter face, and he was looking at the 'tadpole text' on the bamboo slips with a knife and pen in his mouth, fighting with sleepy insects.

Sitting aside, the master was a little helpless, practicing martial arts, this kid's martial arts talent is amazing, but this Xi Wen is really unsatisfactory, is it really that there is a father and a son, big brother, big brother, you handed over Tianming to me back then, and now I know that this trouble is not small.

There was a complaint in his heart, and he compared his middle finger to Jing Ke in the sky, Jing Ke's talent for learning literature back then was said to be rubbish, and genetics was really reasonable.

――Hoohoo――

This burst came violently, came abruptly, his eyes narrowed slightly, the master had already picked up the sword hanging on the wall, it was just a rusty sword, it seemed to break if touched at will, and when he blew it lightly, the dust was raised, making Tianming cough nonstop.

――Ahem――

"Master, why did you take your broken sword again, and you want me to say that I should have thrown it away a long time ago." Tianming was still ignorant, still annoyed by the cough.

"Don't make noise, the enemy is coming......"

"Enemy ......" Tianming's breathing was visibly stagnant, and he remembered the fire, in which his grandfather also died. [The domestic servant of the adopted Tianming Li Ji mentioned earlier].

"Master......" Tianming grabbed his sleeve tightly, as if he was afraid; It's like losing your grandfather as a child.

On the back of the neck, a strange pattern emerged, the Yin and Yang Family's [Sleeping Spell Seal]!

Ever since that fire, I seem to be sick, and when Master rescued him, I was struggling in pain, because of this illness, some memories seem to have been forgotten, and it seems to be some very important memories, but after that fire, I seem to remember everything that happened, and I remember it firmly, and I can't forget it.

"If you encounter an accident later, you will escape first, do you hear?" With his own strength, he still can't crack the spell mark of the moon god......

Raised his head suddenly, his immature face flashed with firmness, "Master, you also want to leave me behind, like saving grandpa, and leave me alone." At the end, his tone was already choked, and there was infinite hesitation in his heart, he was just a child, and finally had a little warmth, although he was strict, but he liked it, he was afraid of being abandoned, and he was even more afraid of losing.

A fire, grandpa died, tonight, will Master also die? I don't know, no one knows.

"Don't worry, I'll come back to you alive—"

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Blood......

This is already a world of blood, occasionally from the wind came a scream, and he can only keep running forward in this bleak night wind, in order to escape, he used to drag down his grandfather, tonight he doesn't want to drag down the master, he believes in the master's words, as long as he lives, the master will come back to him alive, three years of getting along, establish unconditional absolute trust between each other!

"Ahh

The dream, after all, woke up, and today I still dreamed of it, the endless blood red, the endless darkness, it seems that there is no end.

"Master, where are you...... Tianming misses you so much......"