"Drive! Drive! ”

In the night, the sound of horses' hooves echoed through the empty mountain road.

"Bell!"

Two sounds of breaking the air came into my ears, and I saw two slender silver sticks nailed deep to the wooden planks on the carriage.

"Drive!"

The driver subconsciously whipped the whip in his hand heavier, and the blood marks on the horse's back were faintly visible. With a whip down, the horse ran faster as if it were going crazy.

"Whoosh."

A few fluorescent streaks passed in the moonlight. One hit the driver with a dead blow, while the other shot straight into the car.

"Wow~~Wow~~~"

The child's cry was heard, and I wonder if it was the hidden weapon that hit the child's body.

Go by the moonlight. Dozens of black voices and shadows flew through the night, and the blades in each person's hands glowed coldly in the moonlight.

"Fu'er doesn't cry, Fu'er doesn't cry." In the carriage. A beautiful woman hugged her baby boy tightly. Yongrong's face showed extreme panic and anxiety.

"Madame, the horse can't run anymore." The driver said weakly.

At this time, the horse had begun to foam at the mouth, and it was evident that he had begun to lose his strength. The speed of the carriage slowed down considerably, and the pursuers behind them were getting closer and closer.

"Boom"

As he spoke, the horse fell to the ground, exhausted. The strong inertia caused the body to be thrown out, and the carport fell apart. A puff of smoke and dust kicked up.

"Ding!"

Two silver flashes of light fell into the pitch-black woods, and the driver, enduring the pain on his body, drew the sword at his waist and knocked the two hidden weapons to the ground as they flew towards the scattered carport.

Under the moonlight, dozens of black-clothed men formed an encirclement and suppression force, tightly surrounding the broken carriage.

At this moment, the driver was already at the end of his crossbow, the sword in his hand was stuck in the ground, and half of his body leaned on it to barely keep standing. Several fatal wounds on his body were already lacking in blood due to excessive blood loss. It seems that it takes a lot of strength to not move once.

A hand ends the swaddling clothes that have just flown out of the carriage.

"Kill them all, not one left"

The man in black at the head seemed unwilling to say anything too much, and there was no trace of distraction in his eyes. It's a bunch of dead soldiers.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, the rider slowly pulled out his sword and exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"Kill!"

A blue light burst out from the sword and swept away. Hundreds of sword qi approached the group of dead soldiers in front of him.

I saw a green light flashing on the mountainside, accompanied by the continuous crying of the baby.

Immediately, a huge green lotus burst open halfway up the mountainside, and the mountain shook violently.

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I don't know how long it took, but the battle in the night finally quieted down.

In the night, a middle-aged Taoist stood next to the scattered car body, bent down and picked up the swaddling clothes wrapped in the baby. Slender fingers untied the baby's swaddling clothes, and the next moment, his brow furrowed.

"Toast, is this what you call the end?"

"Your life, it's really bad." He looked at the infant baby and said with pity.

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On a border in the south of the Tang Dynasty, there is a small village called Daoxiang, there is a small stream outside the village, and there is a sloping thatched house next to the stream. From time to time, the sound of children chanting aloud can be heard.

The villagers also forgot exactly when the middle-aged Taoist came here with a baby less than a month old. The simple villagers helped build this small thatched hut. The middle-aged Taoist began to become a teacher. Teach the children of all sizes in the village.

On the wall in the middle of the hut hung two swords, one large and one small, the larger one covered with dust. It looks like it hasn't been touched in years. And the small ones are spotless.

The small bookcase is piled up with all kinds of quaint books. It looks like it's been a few years, but every book is in good order. It can be seen that the owners of the books cherish these books very much.

It was past noon, and the day was over. The children in the private school said goodbye to the middle-aged Taoist in groups of threes and twos. The immature face revealed respect for the middle-aged Taoist. It seems that this love has been engraved in their bones.

And only one child was still reciting the awkward classics with a focused expression, and he didn't feel bored at all. This is out of step with his age.

The child's name was Li Fu. It was a child picked up by the Taoist, and for as long as he could remember, Li Fu had been accompanied by this room full of books.

The first thing he knew was this room full of yellowed books. When they learned to speak, they began to learn to read and write under the guidance of the Master. Then it's time to start memorizing the words in the book.

All kinds of books, Confucianism, Taoism, Legalism, military classics, national policies. Memorize one book at a time.

Reciting and learning it, it has reached the point where it can be memorized backwards. This is Li Fu's life.

When Li Fu was bored, he counted 9,900 books of all kinds. When he woke up early in the morning, he began to recite. As night fell, he was also reciting. Spring and winter, he has been holding the book in his hand and reciting it continuously.

However, since the age of six, the master no longer requires Li Fu to memorize books every day. Instead, let him practice swords.

The small arms struggled to even pick up the three-foot sword, but they still obeyed the master's words. For him, the Master is his only relative. Li Fu will work very hard to do what the master asks.

In the cold and summer, Li Fu is with books every morning and Qingfeng in the afternoon.

Beginning at the age of twelve, the Master no longer asked Li Fu to memorize the books in the house. Because Li Fu had already memorized everything, he gave Li Fu a very strange ancient book.

The above things made Li Fu very puzzled. Li Fu once asked the master why he wanted to endorse it.

The master looked at Li Fu for a long time and said, "Remember, it will be useful to you in the future."

This answer made Li Fu very puzzled and a little regretful. But Li Fu is not an ordinary child. Since the period of ignorance, he has been associated with various classics, and he has also gained a lot of knowledge from them. He didn't ask about it. In the company of classics, the temperament is also light and free.

And so the days passed. The summer turned to the cold, and in the blink of an eye, Li Fu was almost at the age of tying his hair.

The New Year is approaching, and according to the customs of the Tang Dynasty, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month will be the time for men to tie their hair.

On this day, an egret flew in. The weather in southern Datang is relatively mild, and egrets are not uncommon in winter. The egret brought a letter and half a jade plate.

The master looked at the half of the jade butterfly with a vain expression, and was silent for a long time. Then he handed the letter to Li Fu.

Li Fu took it blankly, puzzled. In the letter, Daoming invited his master's protégé to go to the eastern capital of the Tang Dynasty to participate in the annual Lantern Festival examination. And the half of the jade butterfly didn't know what it meant.

The peaceful life was shattered.

"Fu'er, it's time for you to go."

"Where are you going?"

"Eastern Capital"

"Why go?"

"Because it's time for you to go"

"What's the time to go?"

"You don't belong here."

"But I was born and raised here. I love the bricks and tiles in the village, the streams, the green hills, the fragrance of the rice, and the rice wine made from the rice flowers. ”

"Don't you want to know where you came from?"

"Yes! ……… I don't want to. ”

"Go ahead, go to the Eastern Capital. If you don't like it, come back. ”

In the Eastern Capital, Li Fu looked at the letter in his hand and couldn't help but ponder............

On the second day, Li Fu packed his luggage and took the two jars of rice fragrant wine handed over by his master. Turn away.

Fifteen years old, oh no, this year has not passed, it should be a fourteen-year-old boy. Left Daoxiang Village, where he had lived for fourteen years.