Beginning.

The stars are the companions of the long night.

The silent night hides many unknowable dangers, the stars are complex and chaotic, and the enchanting night sky seems to be a chessboard under the sleeve of the gods. The fleeting star will be forgotten, and no one will even think about what it is.

At the end of the day, the starlight cut through the sky from west to east, leaving a clear and transparent line for the long night, but this scene left many people with a thought.

In Nanhai City, which occupies one-third of the land of the Southern Barbarians, an old man at the city gate is dressed in a hooded black robe, as if he is one with the night. He was excited and calm, because the orbit left by the variable star was slowly devouring the stars around him, and he hurriedly crossed his hands in front of his chest, and his blurry and deep eyes stared at the sky tightly; Repeating a mantra that others don't understand (a glass of power).

"Is it finally coming?" He felt tired. The variable star, in the Xinang of the Hu Nan tribe in the South China Sea City, is the moon star, the meaning of the gods.

Also observing this variable star at the same time were Zhuangzi of Yongzhou Huabei Villa and the dean of Shangcheng Academy in Nanban Leizhou, and they were all amazed that they were finally coming, but most of the expressions on the faces of the latter two were stunned.

Variable star, on the Eternal Continent, is humbly called the disaster star by the star apprentice, also known as the magic star, which is encountered once in two thousand years.

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Introduction: (16 Years of Variable Star)

Open. In the era of Emperor Wufa of the Southern Barbarian Chu Clan, the land of the continent was divided into the north and south continents by the Great Xuan River, and it was rumored that the Great Xuan River was the work of the most mysterious giant spirit gods on the north and south continents.

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The canyon and desert road leading to Leizhou City in the Great Khanate, a misty smoke under the Huangyan Gobi is intimate and soft, connecting the Xuanhuang land with the colorful twilight, and a pile of fire outside the source illuminates everyone's heart. The starry sky of the barren road, every bit is scattered across the sky, as if the gods are portraying a piece of darkness that belongs to the night.

The young man in the costume tore open the ethereal blank and woke up from the nightmare, the cold sweat on his neck had moistened the white collar, the beads of sweat on his forehead glowed like a red candle, and his eyes were full of fear, waking up the sleepy woman on the side.

"Moka, Moka, what's wrong with you?" The woman looked nervous and sleepy, and she knew that this was not a one-time or two-time thing.

The woman's simple dress, but can not hide the slender body, the noble breath is permeated in every inch of the body, a pair of bright eyes are different, like the childishness of the colorful phoenix, and like the ....... In the eyes of the young man, it is a fairy among the gods in the sky, like a touch of rouge left on her body when the god Medusa created life.

"Allah—" Young Adimoka stared slightly, and expertly called out her name.

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A sleeping groom in the carriage snorted and occupied the silence of the gorge. A group of three people descended from the distant Great Khanate, and along the way evolved from a small team of 100 people to a trip of three people, and this was thanks to the timid and fearful grooms, which were able to save the four princes of the Great Khanate.

Allah hugged Adimoka tightly, and did her duty as a sister, but Adimoka knew in her heart that Allah was an unrelated sister, but she was better than any kind of relationship.

"Allah, I'm dreaming again. I dreamed of ...... Moka ...... Slaughtered a lot of lives, one by one, and personally pierced the blade of the knife ... Allah...... Hot body"

Adimoka sobbed and hugged Allah tightly, not daring to think about it.

Allah hesitated, and the small hand that was clinging to Atimoka's back slowly loosened, as if she had seen darkness fall on the earth again, and the fear of darkness was not spared to her. It seems that Allah did not reveal everything that Atimoka saw in his dream to Shangchengin, which means that Moka caused the destruction of Shangchengin?

Adimoka is a test subject in the eyes of Shangchengyuan, and although he doesn't know what the dean's purpose is to save them, Allah thinks that there is no one to trust in this world.

"Moka, Moka is a good boy, a child who can save the whole world" Allah's shirt was already stained with Adimoka tears, and his little hand loosened and clenched his sleeve to wipe the sweat from his forehead.

"Allah, they all said behind their backs that Moka is a monster, a child of the demon god, and a shark! It is also said that Atimoka's serious injury is due to the killing qi brought by Moka, and Ademoka does not want this strange ability. ”

Allah watched as Atimoka curled up in his arms, his handsome little face somewhat similar to that of his biological mother. "Moka, you know what. Allah... It was a wild child rescued by the princess, who not only did not avoid suspicion, but also treated me as a sister. Allah used to like to hide in your mother's arms and cry her nose, but my sister always likes to pinch my nose," Allah smiled.

"Moka is a good boy, so don't cry. A fragile child," Allah added, his voice very low, and he looked at Atimoka as he fell asleep.

Atimoka is a child, a child of Atimoka, a child of the dragon, a child of the world. A weak child should not bear this strength, Adimoka do you see, Allah prayed silently.

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Huabei Villa, the weapon collection pavilion in troubled times.

In the long and quiet night, the candle lights in the study illuminate every place of the book. In the main hall, the silver-haired old man sitting on the desk with scattered shoulders, Zhuangzi of Huabei Villa, is both the owner of the village and the master of teaching, he is playing with pen and ink meaningfully, and in front of him is a little boy wearing a red practice and a pair of guns on his back, and he is squatting.

"Tell me Mo Han, which young master let you beat it again, or which courtyard let you burn it?" The owner frowned and looked at the little disciple's swollen face and the cloak that had obviously been burned.

The red-robed young man was silent, stirring his lips, but muttered in his heart, "The surname is Zhuang, you can't betray what you say you want to lose, you can't show off if you win, all of them are scoundrels, hum." ”

"Mo Han, Mo Han, do you think that if you don't say anything about the fight between you and Zhuang Xiaozhou, if he doesn't say it, I won't know about it?" The owner smiled and fiddled with the small incense burner on the table.

Mo Han panicked in his heart, knowing that his teacher could read his heart, and avoided his eyes very unnaturally, or rather, there were fierce beasts hidden in his eyes, which pounced out at any time, greedily devouring the prey in front of him.

Zhuangzi once had the stars and the sea, the sun, the moon and the mountains and rivers in his eyes, but the world never gave people the opportunity to survive, he was inevitable, despite this, he had the Huabei Villa coveted by the barbarians, and after the establishment of the Tibetan Pavilion, he put on a hypocritical robe for himself, burying the ambition and fighting spirit of the lion when he was young.

"Teacher, it's Zhuang Xiaozhou who wants to take my gun, and I don't allow anyone other than the teacher to touch my gun."

Zhuangzi put down the pen in his hand and raised his right hand, a small movement, but he pulled the double guns behind Mo Han's back, the two guns seemed to have life, one up, one down, and was introduced to Zhuangzi's hands out of the body.

Zhuangzi made the two knotted guns into one, looked at the tip of the gun, and said, "The gun is a good gun, but the master is not a good master." The Controller's explosive personality tends to cause the gun to face each other, resulting in flaws, so it is a piece of scrap metal. After Zhuangzi finished speaking, he picked up his pen again, and the gun was broken into two as he left his hand, and placed it on the table.

"Mo Han, do you know why you are a teacher and want to accept you as a senior disciple of the villa? Why? Didn't hold the blade of Hengping back then, and the world was uneasy? ”

"Teacher, say it quickly, but I'm in a hurry." Mo Han is very anxious, many times Zhuangzi is like this, the more you want to know, the more he doesn't say, the more you don't want to know, the more he has to tell you.

The straight brush suddenly broke, the flame of the candle swayed in the wind, the corners of Zhuangzi's mouth twitched, and his leisurely state of mind was already uneasy, as soft as Mo Han's gun pointed at Zhuangzi's nose.

Mo Han glanced at the teacher fixedly, the Zhuangzi who was as stunned as a wooden chicken made him feel the power of the black pupil, and the Hongmeng giant beast couldn't stop being silent.

"Teacher!" Mo Han tried to wake him up, but there was only one person in front of him who could not move, or a shell that had lost its soul.

Mo Han secretly shook in front of the teacher, and carefully withdrew the gun on the table, the two guns that belonged to him, and the five fingers that were about to touch the tip of the gun were about to touch the five fingers of the gun, but Zhuangzi shouted a bad word, and he was so frightened that he immediately withdrew it, and stood back in his original position.

Before Zhuangzi's words fell, he had already stepped out of the thousands of miles, leaving behind a long shadow, an ethereal afterimage and an iron-hearted man.

"When the censer is burned out, you can leave the study."

One step at a time, how strong a person the teacher is. Mo Han often asked himself, how strong is the teacher? Can you stand shoulder to shoulder with the god Medusa? Or is there no one in the world.

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Thirty miles outside the city of Nanhai City, Leizhou, a black male horse pulled the carriage towards Nanhai City of Leizhou at a very fast speed, leaving two illusory lines behind him. There was a woman and a man in the carriage, and the woman hugged the weak boy tightly, and the jolting of the carriage made the two of them very uncomfortable.

"Moka, it's okay, we'll be there soon" Allah was vaguely worried about him, and the shivering Atimoka looked more like a little lion in the water.

Suddenly, a large knife with a silver white light flew out of thin air, and the end of the knife was connected by an iron chain, and quickly cut the wheels of the chariot, so that the carriage lost its balance, and the horse tore the sky and circled twice.

After the horse stopped, Allah stretched out his smooth little hand and lifted the curtain, and the surrounding area was desolate, and there were several sweaty horses in front of him, and the strong men on the back of several horses were holding broad knives, and their faces were covered by a wisp of black cloth, but the strong men on the horses in front of him could not cover the scars on their foreheads, a scar left by the battle of life and death.

"Woo ......" The man with the scar grabbed the horse, staring at the carriage with his eyes, the hand holding the knife moved from time to time, and his inky black eyes were full of murderous intent, and he could feel his presence through the air.

"Moka, it's okay." Atimoka was no different from before, too weak to huddle in a ball, and Allah angrily pulled up the mat and fell ...... Dismount.

"Bold thief, you dare to stop the carriage of the fourth prince of my Great Khanate, don't hurry up and kneel down to apologize!" The first thing Allah did when he got up was to point to the scarred man's nose, and the yellow sand on his face had not had time to wipe off. It may be a matter of losing the formation, speaking, speaking, and talking are all windy, after all, there are more than 20 people on the other side, and there are only three people on his side, and just now the groom has already run away.

The thieves remained silent, waiting for Scar's orders.

The atmosphere became more and more awkward, and Allah felt more like a piece of wood, a piece of wood about to be chopped, a woman who was powerless, and all she could think of in the face of death was to say a few more words. In the Great Khanate, the beheaded puppet courtiers would always say a few more words, so she wiped the sand off her pretty face and began an incoherent procrastination verbal war.

"Relying on the large number of people, I am a close confidant of the four princes of the Great Khanate, as long as I have an accident, the army of the Great Khanate will coordinate the south, and punish your nine clans" After Allah finished speaking, the scar man raised his left hand with a fierce gaze, and the thieves couldn't wait, wiping the beads on their foreheads.

"The wrench!? Are you the second prince's Huang Lingjun and Huang general? Allah thought for a moment, whether to run or wait for death, it was no longer up to her to decide.

Huang Haixin, the general of the Great Khanate, led the army to fight countless battles in his life, and made many military exploits. And few people in the Han Palace know about his relationship with the second prince, a man with Hong Zi's courage, but he is willing to become a fat sheep in other people's plays, which is not compatible with his character, and there is another theory, that is, like a big wolf lying on the grassland and pretending to be a fat sheep, just waiting for the shepherd to appear.

The moment the scar man's gesture fell, the exhaled strong wind rushed to the carriage, and the thieves were at a loss for a while. A black iron brand with processed fine lines made Ala Gao hold it high, repeating three times, and the voice was louder than the other time, "On the Great Khan, who doesn't know the iron coupon of the Khan King"

"On the Great Khan, who doesn't know the iron coupon of the Khan King"

"On the Great Khan, who doesn't know the iron coupon of the Khan King"

"Hmph, a lost dog." The scar man looked at the thieves, of course he knew that they were sweat and blood, and it was inevitable that he was afraid of the Khan King's iron coupons.

"Dead people, they won't use the Khan King's iron coupons, drive ......"

The war horse raised its front hooves high, so that the shadow behind it was stretched out on the loess, which was the preliminary preparation for the horse charge on the battlefield.

The wind makes the horse rush to kill in order to determine the victory with a knife, which is also a long-term move used by the vanguard on the battlefield, and it is obvious that the scar man wants to use this move on a woman who is weak enough to be blown down by the horse wind.

The sharp edge of the knife cut through the air around it.

Since the scar man made the horse rush towards Ala, Alaa was frightened for a while, and leaned sideways to cover his vision with his elbows, so that there was no fear, and second, it could accelerate the pain of death. If you want to say that the scar man doesn't play cards according to the routine, although he is a general of the Great Khan, he is not an authentic khanate.

Seeing that the silver-white and shiny blade was about to wipe out another life in this world, in an instant, there was an arrow in the air flying towards the scarred man, and the target was not necessarily a person. The pitch-black arrows struck the strings of the knife without any mistakes, producing a stabbing sound of the weapon, but the Scar Man's pure knife did not lose its power because of this, but only deviated slightly from its original track, just grazing over Ala's black shiny hair. The carriage broke the roof of the carriage due to the breath driven by the pure knife, and Allah couldn't care about his life and death for a while, and ran to the broken carriage to check the situation of Adimoka, and the scar man didn't dare to act rashly at this time, although the arrow could not stop him from swinging the knife, the collision between the arrow blade and the string, he clearly felt, if he could, the person who pulled the string could kill himself at any time.

"General Huang, you are alive, why bother to die to the death, not to mention that you are alive." Zhuangzi approached from a distance at a speed of 100 steps, lazy the whole time.

Zhuangzi stopped, and there was an arrow at his feet. The scar man began to look at the old man in front of him, dressed in a white robe, matching the color of his hair, holding his hands behind his back, and not wearing a longbow, he was not afraid of Zhuangzi's surprise attack, because a powerful person, killing a person is like crushing an ant.

"Don't look at it, Zhuang Lao I was in a hurry when I came, and I didn't care about taking anything, this arrow, I just met a few gangsters on the road,... Ask them what they borrowed. Zhuangzi picked up the arrow from the sand, pinched it with two fingers, and threw it in the direction from which it came.

"Who are you! You know me. Scar Man frowned.

"In the Great Khan, who doesn't know General Huang Haixin Huang, you are gold, gold in the eyes of a man, a hero to worship, the deeds of the general are comparable to the light of gold, and the old man is inevitable," Zhuangzi joked.

"Then what do you mean?"

"Then what do you mean by that?" asked Zhuangzi, pointing to the carriage.

"The army is here," the scar man replied helplessly.

"General Huang has lived a bright and upright life, but now he robbed and killed two incompetent apprentices halfway, wouldn't he ruin his fame?"

"The most important thing in the army, how can you understand" Scar Man tilted his face to the side.

"There are still twenty miles here is the Nanban, the land of the Nanban, it is not a big deal to die one or two people, but the kid in the car has some relationship with the old man, and his life should not be. Now that he is not yet sixteen, the whole world is going to kill him, and General He Lao has dirty hands and feet. When the general gave the second prince a reply, he gave the old man a word,......。 Zhuangzi said coquettishly, and the scar man's face changed greatly after hearing what he wanted to say.

"Who the hell are you! Why meddle in the affairs of the Great Khan? The scar man frowned, the blade in his hand trembled more and more uneasily, and the five fingers holding the knife were already in a cold sweat.

"There is a river in the sky, melodiously take a scoop, sprinkle it on the world, and merge the river. There is a river on the ground, take a scoop leisurely, sprinkle it to the world, and give birth to flowers. You're not the first to ask me who I am, hopefully the one who survives. Zhuangzi said proudly, and the scar man vaguely felt that the white-haired old man's power was weakening his strength, and he was confused and hallucinated.

"You are Zhuang Lao!"

A blank wave centered on Zhuangzi gushed out, until the world became a white expanse, and the scar man instantly felt that the sky had fallen.

"It's such a real illusion, even the pressure on the body is so real" The scar man knelt on one knee, supporting half of his body with only a pure knife, and was swallowed by the white expanse all around. Zhuangzi appeared in front of him in a relaxed manner, looking down at him who was feeling the pressure on his body. Of course, the scar man knows that illusions have weaknesses, but he needs time to explore, and now he can't afford to delay for a moment, thinking about cutting off the hypocritical side, he will stand firm with all his strength.

He only has a chance to swing a knife, and he has to use half of his life just to stand firm, and his forehead sweat is born, and now the scar man is like a big gamble that the gods are watching. He fixed his gaze, and his eyes did not leave the Zhuangzi in front of him, because his smile was too intoxicating.

"Hold the pressure on your back and drag the knife with your backhand, so as to reduce the burden of strength, and you are worthy of being a battle-hardened general." Zhuangzi smiled lightly, this parry reminded the scar man of his exhaustion on the battlefield many times, whenever an enemy approached, the backhand knife obliterated a life in a beautiful arc. Whoosh...... as the blade slashed diagonally, a sneering Zhuangzi split into two petals, without any expression, and dissipated in a phantom. Scar Man's strength has been used up, and he mutters, "The rest can only be done by them."

Shojo-in

The mountain behind Shangchengyuan, the mountain is not high, the flowers and trees are all ready, take a stream as the white silk, the three mouths merge is the Hongtao Waterfall, lead to the foot of the mountain, converge into a lake, and the red carp makes a delicate ripple for the lake. The quiet pavilion next to the Spotted Lake exuded a burst of tea fragrance, and I saw two old men drinking tea in the pavilion and playing tea, and the tea was not cold after chess.

"Senior brother, I'm distracted!" The old man who spoke was the dean of Shangcheng Academy, dressed in holy clothes and white sideburns, with loose hair and a wooden hairpin that went up casually, and it looked faintly about to fall, but it was like a green pine on a mountain cliff, holding the stone cliff tightly and standing still.

"Senior brother, your chess pieces are going to be untenable" The old man with a rotten wood nodded a black chess piece and looked at it with satisfaction.

The dean pouted and stared at the sunspot under the old man, deep in thought. The old man of rotten wood picked up the porcelain cup and slid the mouth of the cup three times with the porcelain lid to remove the scalding. The dean holds the white chess pieces in Wengzhong, and the mother and middle fingers are sandwiched under the index finger and pressed on the black and white chessboard.

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The scar man suddenly woke up, and the slashed Zhuangzi reappeared, with a smile on his face, but it was not for the scar man to smile. Zhuangzi picked up the pure knife at his feet, the knife that the man had used to cut him.

"Cambodian Moon Knife, also known as Silver Moon Knife, is the thirteenth Cambodian Moon Knife in the family of weapons! It disappeared for thirteen years. Zhuangzi thought in pieces, flicked the blade, and listened to the sound. The exhausted Scar Man thought to himself; I didn't expect him to know my knife.

"The Silver Moon Knife, which Guan has achieved success in his life, has made you use a pure knife, this is a soul weapon! Harm! I don't understand it after telling you, no matter how hard you hold on, your life will be gone, so go to sleep. Zhuangzi stretched out his middle finger and pointed it at the scarred man's head, and the whole person fell suddenly.

The surroundings faded and reverted back to their original appearance.

The thieves stepped forward with knives, some of them surrounded the scarred man who fell on the sand, and some of them held the mysterious old man, and Zhuangzi stood with his hands behind his back again.

But the thieves never dared to move, and the human fear of monsters was fully filled with on their faces. Zhuangzi doesn't plan to do it anymore, at present, the scar man is a bird flying in front of him, and he created it single-handedly to become a marker.

"General Huang is fine, but he is too mentally exhausted, and he will be able to recuperate for a few days, I will collect the Silver Moon Knife for him first, and you will take him back wherever you come from" Zhuangzi secretly glanced at the scar man who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

The thieves knew in their hearts that the people they were facing had already defeated the general, and in the cavalry camp, General Huang could defeat ten with one, and the old man in front of him was not necessarily worse, and he was still alive and kicking around, and his scalp was numb when he thought about it, so the thieves panicked and took the scar man to retreat towards the rear of Huangsha Avenue.

"Senior brother, good chess, chaotic chess game, military advisor." Before the dry lips of the old man of rotten wood touched the rim of the cup, he put down the fragrant tea and praised it

"Senior brother, you have won the prize, your chess game has turned into a troubled world, you can be described as a hero" The dean laughed and held tea to salute him.

I am afraid that I will be content with the war, and the people will too

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The aftershocks of Scarman's stab caused Adimoka to spit out a mouthful of blood, and in his sleep and in his present life, he saw Allah sobbing, hating himself, hating himself for not being able to protect himself, and trying to protect Ala. Many times he often thinks about taking Allah to Moxi to see the peach blossoms in the mountains, to the reclamation to hunt a wild wolf cub that has not yet reached adulthood, and to go back to Nanban to make the boat go to sea to fish...

"Moka, Moka, Moka is a good child, good children are all children of the god Medusa, she will protect her good children, definitely..." Allah hugged Atimoka and wept softly, tears crawling all over her eyes and climbing onto Atimoka's body.

In the distance, a small golden-haired beast turned against it, its limbs no longer at its beckon, and its inky black pupils with a small patch of turquoise blue symbolized the overlord in the desert. This is a male lion, this is also a lion cub that has just been broken, and now it is going to die in the desolate wilderness, buried in the desert without natural enemies, and the eagle in the sky does not hesitate to feel sorry for it. The fate of the emaciated lion cub and Adimoka is tightly tied, and in the desert, the beast without prey will also become the prey, the prey of the whole world.

Ala's shoulders sank, and suddenly she became nervous, staring at the dry hand on her shoulder, like a person's leather hand that has been hungry for a few days, of course, Ala, who lived in the emperor's house, had never seen the skinny five fingers, so frightened that she moved her shoulder and shook it off, holding Atimoka's little head and shrinking in the corner.

Allah pulled out the golden silk dagger on his body and said to the thin old man, "Who are you, don't come here." ”

"You don't want to know who I am and want me to save him?" Zhuangzi smiled and pointed at the unconscious Adimoka.

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The desert was surrounded by stormy sand, and there was only a whirling eagle and a hot sun overhead. The white-haired shawl Zhuangzi walked slowly on the sand with a woman in the prime of her weak crown, and the girl Alayi reluctantly followed, often looking back, and the breeze pulled up her black flowing hair. In the desert, there was also a carriage with a carport cut away, imprinting two ethereal straight lines in the direction of departure.

The arrows stopped on a sandy desert, and several men in simple clothes were lying on the sand, equipped with the simple knives that only thieves have, and they could see their eyes and noses swollen when they got close, and now the arrows were stuck in the sand above their heads, which made them panic and scream, as if they saw the presence of the demon god.

Soon, Shangchengyuan in Nanban Leizhou received a shocking gift, a horse-drawn carriage with a broken roof and a child sleeping comfortably in a sea of flowers, holding a very exquisite hairpin in his hand. This will be a great gift received since the establishment of Shangcheng Academy, an unintentional gift.