The slow wind blows through the vast land, and what can't be blown is the blood of mountains and rivers.

In the sixth year of Guangtai, the once prosperous Great Zhou Dynasty has come to an end.

The Son of Heaven lost power, the princes rose up, and the thirteen states of the world fell into chaos one after another. The princes fought against each other. Ten miles of long road, white bones and wild fields. The once prosperous towns have been reduced to ruins, and the Great Zhou Dynasty, which once claimed to be great, has become precarious under the watchful eyes of foreign races.

Ten years of mutual attack, the princes of the world were wiped out. Liang Hou Huanwu greeted Emperor Zhou in the divine capital. Since then, the world's major politics have been governed by the Huan family. Huan Wu coerced the Son of Heaven to order the princes, and in less than 20 years, the thirteen states in the world have already obtained half of Thailand.

In the third year of Yonghe, although Emperor Zhou was in power, between the courts, the voice of Zhou Xing of the Liang Dynasty has become higher and higher. The abolition of the Son of Heaven was only in the thought of Liang Hou Huanwu.

The situation in the world has become very delicate, and perhaps all of a sudden, the world will be turned upside down.

Yizhou, String City.

"Why is this happening?"

Yang Xian looked at himself in the bronze mirror blankly, licked his somewhat chapped lips, and stared at him for a long time.

The sound of cicadas outside the courtyard sounded at some point, and Yang Xian sat down and calmed down.

He finally understood one thing, and he crossed over. Or traveled to a world with the same background as a game he once played, a prime minister who was about to die.

Xiancheng is hot and humid in summer, and Yang Xian has already shed fine sweat. He sat in his chair and pondered the story of the game.

If he remembered correctly, when today's son's sister, that is, the current lord of Yizhou, Xia Yunhua, the king of Shu, will soon collapse. Before she died, she would entrust her concubine Xia Gong Ni to Yang Xian, who was only sixteen years old, and let Xia Gong Ni respect Yang Xian as her father.

Xia Gongnie was young, and Xia Yunhua entrusted her to sixteen-year-old Yang Xian, and she was able to give such a big gift, not because of how powerful Yang Xian was. It is the two Yang Huan families, who have the enmity of the ninth generation. Even though her ministers on the left and right will betray, Yang Xian will not rebel against the Xia family and join the Liang master.

It's ridiculous to say that Xia Yunhua has been the lord of Yizhou for thirty years, and in the end, only sixteen-year-old Yang Xian can be trusted by his side.

In the game, the Shu Kingdom of Yizhou is just a background board-like existence. A few years later, the Liang army attacked Shu, and with the help of a leading party, Yizhou was easily captured, and Yang Xian also died in the battle of the Liang army's attack on Shu.

What a tragic word!

Yang Xian looked at the ceiling and wanted to cry without tears. Of course, it was not because of Yang Xian's loyalty in the game that moved him. If he could, he would be willing to join the mighty Belt and Road Party and become a subordinate of the new dynasty. After all, the name of this game is "Liang Dynasty", and the main scenes and stories are all in the territory of Liang Kingdom.

Yang Xian still remembers that in the storyline of this game, after a few years of the Liang army's attack on Shu, almost all the families in Yizhou became the leading party. To describe the lines of Liang Guo in the game, the king is everywhere, the people in the township all eat pot pulp, and the counties in Shu look at the scenery.

When Yang Xian, the predecessor, confronted the Liang army with the elite of Sichuan, these big families united to mobilize family soldiers and seal the pass. Grain and grass materials could not be transported to the front line, the rear base was lost, and the battle was already lost before it was fought, so that in the end, the predecessor was besieged by the Liang army and was defeated and died.

Yang Xian naturally didn't want this, but sadly, it was also a dead word that he surrendered. There are many kinds of deep hatred in this world, such as killing one's father and wife, destroying one's family and destroying one's country. However, there are very few who can rise to the height of the enmity of the ninth generation, representing that the two sides have inextricable grievances. Children and grandchildren, no matter what, if they don't kill each other, this revenge will not be avenged.

And Yang Xian is unfortunately the last male of the Yang family, and the object that the entire Huan clan wants to kill. Liang Hou Huanwu has even clearly marked the price in the clan: those who kill Yang Xian will be rewarded with thousands of gold and sealed 10,000 households.

His head is very valuable, whether it is in the court or in the rivers and lakes, there is this consensus.

Thinking of the storyline in the game, Yang Xian couldn't help but touch his neck, feeling a little cold.

It's a dead end! The Huan clan holds the seven states of the Central Plains, and there are countless masters of the rivers and lakes under their hands. And as the game progresses, sooner or later, the Great Liang Dynasty will unify the world.

Even if Yang Xian abandons everything at this moment, goes away from home, and hides his name, the people of the Huan clan will still do everything possible to find him.

The wind is blowing, and the branches and leaves are rustling.

Yang Xian was a little tired, lying on the collapse, and the soft touch flashed from his back, dispelling a trace of the heat on his body.

The night was dark, and there was a faint green smoke in the air.

Maybe it was too tired, maybe it was too much pressure in his heart, Yang Xian felt that his mind was swollen, and even his vision became blurred.

Vaguely, Yang Xian only felt that there was a figure shaking in front of him, but he couldn't hold up a little strength.

"Where is the thief, dare to harm my master!"

A loud shout, like the sound of thunder, shook the ears. Yang Xian, who was still in a daze just now, suddenly came to his senses, and a dagger with blue spots was in front of him, only three feet away from him.

However, the distance of three feet was like a moat, and the black-clothed assassin could no longer enter an inch.

A burly old man locked the shoulders of the man in black, and with a muffled snort, he threw the black-clothed assassin in front of Yang Xian behind him like a sandbag. The old man was guarding in front of Yang Xian's bed.

This old man is Yang Chun, the housekeeper of the Yang Mansion, although he is nominally a slave, but in fact he is Yang Xian's protector.

Yang Chun's posture was like a mountain, protecting Yang Xian's body, making him feel a heavy sense of security.

The Assassin was not reconciled and wanted to strike again. But in front of Yang Chun, a superb assassination technique is like a child's dancing hammer, wanting to hammer people, but being casually pushed away.

The movement of the fight in this house finally alarmed the soldiers in this house, Yang Xian saw the figures outside the house, and the old man's shout sounded in his ears.

"Peace and wealth, take down the thieves!"

Among these family soldiers, the leader is Yang Chun's four righteous sons. These four people are tall, burly, and full of masculinity. In comparison, Yang Xian in the house looked a little thin. They burst into the house and quickly surrounded the man in black.

"Catch it alive!"

Yang Chun is thoughtful and has a keen sense of danger, reminded.

The Yang Mansion's home will soon become entangled with the black-clad assassin, and the advantage will grow.

The moon outside the house is like a mirror, and there is comfort in the quiet. The house was full of chaos, and the assassin was very skilled, but now he was like a lonely boat trapped in the sea, struggling desperately.

In the eyes of the assassin, although it was a stone's throw away, Yang Xian on the couch was like a mirage in the sea, close in front of him, but untouchable.

Yang Chun has grown up with Yang Xian for two generations, and was originally the personal guard of Yang Xian's grandfather Yang Ci. A body of self-cultivation, walking in the army, paying attention to the fierceness and calmness, and the external strength is unparalleled in the world.

His four righteous sons are safe and wealthy, although they are young, they have been practicing with Yang Chun since they were children, and their skills are also very good.

The black-clothed assassin was feminine and feminine, and when he met Yang Ping and the four who were good at external skills, he suffered a big loss.

When everyone was fighting, Yang Chun saw the right time, his legs exerted force, his body flashed sharply, and he burst into the battle formation.

Yang Xian only felt that there was a strong wind in front of him, which made him unable to open his eyes a little, and then he saw that Yang Chun had already turned his fingers into claws, grabbing the arm of the black-clothed assassin holding the dagger in front of him.

Yang Chun seemed to exert a slight force, and his five fingers were closed. The Assassin was already in pain, and fell to the ground. Poor this assassin is also a first-class good player, but under Yang Chun's hands, he is like a little chicken, giving what he wants.

Yang Chun took two steps back and kicked the assassin away. The four of them swarmed up and tied up the black-clothed assassin.

The assassin was captured, but there was no fear, even if the poison sac in his mouth had been removed, and he no longer had the cost of suicide.

"Who sent you?"

The mask was removed, revealing an ordinary middle-aged man's face. It's just that on this face, there is an almost crazy smile.

"Who sent me? Heavy or? There are so many people in the world who want you to die! Even without me, someone else would have taken your life! ”

Yang Xian searched for the memories of his predecessor, and he didn't do anything hurtful, why did this black-clothed assassin look bitter and hateful?

The black-clothed assassin first received a claw from Yang Chun, shattering the bones of his hand, and then another kick, wounding all his organs. The blood in his mouth flowed out mouthful, but the assassin had only a twisted smile on his face.

"The unification of the world is just around the corner! Yang Xian, your good days are numbered! Hahahaha! ”

"Take it down and torture it carefully!"

Seeing that the assassin was crazy, Yang Chun estimated that he would not be able to ask anything in a short time, for fear of disturbing Yang Xian, and ordered the soldiers in the palace to take the assassin down.

"The ministers are derelict in their duties, so that this little thing has disturbed the young master! Please punish less! ”

Yang Chun knelt in front of Yang Xian, and the four people of peace and wealth also knelt down.

"Chun Ye doesn't have to blame himself."

Yang Xian dragged Yang Chun up, "Master Chun guards the mansion and does his best, I see it all in my eyes." It's a little small, and it's not worth noting. ”

Gratitude +100 from Yang Chun!

At this time, a line of numbers suddenly appeared in front of Yang Xian's eyes. Just when he couldn't figure it out, Yang Chun's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Young Lord Kuanren! But the guilty cannot go unpunished! ”

Yang Chun looked at the four people kneeling on the ground and said, "Yang An! Tonight it was your turn to guard the mansion, but you let this thief in. Dereliction of duty, go and get fifty military sticks yourself! ”

"Thank you, father!"

Then Yang An ordered and hurriedly kowtowed, where did he dare to have a trace of complaint. Yang Chun ruled the government with the rule of law, and the people in the house seemed to be servants, but in fact they were like soldiers.

After some tidying up, Yang Xian's room was clean again. The night returned to silence, but Yang Chun didn't dare to sleep anymore, his whole body was covered with armor, and he held a knife in his hand, guarding Yang Xian's door.

Knowing that Yang Chun was out and safe, Yang Xian couldn't sleep at all.

He closed his eyes, his mind drifting, and a reflection of the starry sky appeared in his mind. However, the reflections of the starry sky are engraved with icons.

Those icons Yang Xian is very familiar with, and they are exactly the skill list that players can use in the game "Great Liang Dynasty"!

At the moment, these icons are gray and obviously have not been activated.

At the bottom of the skill table, a progress bar shows a hundred gratitude points from Yang Chun.

In the next few days, Yang Xian tried many times. Finally determined, this skill table can absorb the positive emotions of the world characters as a measure.

And as long as he absorbs enough value, that is, experience, Yang Xian will be able to obtain skill points and get the skills on the skill list.

The skill table system of the game "Liang Dynasty" is very complex, and players in the game can only choose one route due to level restrictions.

Yang Xian is different, as long as he has enough positive emotions, he can light up the reflection of the starry sky. In other words, as long as he has enough skill points, even if Liang Jun's attack on Shu is still successful in the end, he also has enough self-protection ability to survive in this world.

Thinking of this, Yang Xian swept away the haze in his heart a few days ago and suddenly became enlightened.

Yang's mansion is very large, Yang Xian has been wandering around the mansion for the past few days, familiar with the terrain of the mansion, but there is a faint curse in his ears.

Yang Xian remembered that there was a place in front of him where the assassin was held that night, and immediately walked over.

There were no special cells in the Yang Mansion, so the soldiers were to temporarily use an abandoned house in the Eastern Mansion as a place to hold the Assassins.

Seeing Yang Xian coming, the soldiers guarding the door saluted one after another.

"Young master!"

Yang Xian nodded and walked straight in.

The door opened, and a wave of blood-smelling heat hit my face. A scarlet iron was baked in the brazier in the room, and several domestic soldiers took turns torturing the Assassin.

These family soldiers are all veterans who followed Yang Xian's grandfather back then, specializing in prison, and their subordinates are very stable. The Assassin was wounded and horrible by the waiting, but he couldn't die if he wanted to.

When the assassin saw Yang Xian walk in, he didn't know where he got the strength, so he scolded loudly.

Yang Xian was secretly surprised, this guy has been beaten for so long, ordinary people have already been recruited, why is he still fighting more and more, is it an M?

"Dog thief! Even if you kill me, don't want to know! ”

"Let you be strong!"

The assassin cursed and was whipped again. These soldiers have never met such a fight-resistant guy.

Yang Xian waved his hand and motioned for these soldiers to stop the torture.

"Even if you don't say it, do you think I don't know who instructed you? The left and right are just Li Zhang, Yan Huang, and these Yizhou clans. ”

The assassin's hideous expression shrank suddenly, as if time had stopped.

"Recently, it has been rumored that the king wants to make me his minister. Some people in Liangchuan are afraid that they can't sit still. ”

Yang Xian smiled and took a few steps in the house. The flames were blazing in the brazier, and sparks flew on the red charcoal. Before you know it, it seems that the temperature in this room is a little higher again.

"Young master, how is this guy cleaned up?"

At this time, a soldier beside Yang Xian asked.

"This kind of waste, it's a waste to stay in the house, let it go!"

"What did you say?"

Not only the soldiers in this house, but even the black-clothed assassin had a look of surprise on his face.

"I see that this person is not capable, but he is also tough, he has been beaten for so long and has not confessed to the mastermind behind the scenes, and he is barely a righteous man. Since you are a righteous man, it is ominous to kill, let it go! ”

"Yang Xian, don't think that if you say that, I will be grateful to you!"

+50 Gratitude from the Black Assassin

Admiration from the surrounding Yang Soldiers is +160

Looking at these positive emotional benefits on the reflection of the starry sky, Yang Xian felt inexplicably that he would still have to convince people with virtue in the future!