At night, the wind of the Jade Gate Pass calmed down. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 More than ten miles away from the gate, in front of a fire, four people sat on the ground, and several people stood straight around them. The flames of the fire jumped slightly, reflecting the appearance of four people in the darkness. An old man with gray hair but full of energy. Next to him was a delicate-faced, long-standing figure, and the wit revealed in his eyes made people chill. Below, a man bowed his head, holding a scroll in his right hand. The last person, his right hand always pressed the ground, and he saw a deerskin cloth bag lying quietly on the ground, and two fine knives with cold light were faintly exposed on the mouth of the cloth bag. If someone from the court stood here, they would definitely be shocked. These four people are actually the four major stalls of the East Factory! If you talk about "shocking", maybe what shocks them even more is who can make these four big stall leaders of the East Factory go out together!?

The old man is the father of Dongchang, second only to Cao Shaoqin in terms of prestige and martial arts, and Jia Ting, who ranks first among the four major stalls. The person with a beautiful face is Cao Shaoqin's chief think tank, Lu Xiaochuan. The person holding the scroll is Cao Shaoqin's number one confidant, and Chang Yanxiao, who is in charge of the confidential documents of the East Factory. And the person who presses the two fine knives in his hand is the rising star of the East Factory, the double knife Cao Tian.

Time passed slowly, and the fire swayed slowly......

Suddenly, in front of the empty jade gate, there was a rush of footsteps, and a black figure was like a wind on the desert, quickly approaching Jia Ting and the others.

"Stop!" The elite of the Dongchang Black Cavalry Team, who was guarding Jia Ting's four people, immediately drew his sword and shouted.

"Jia Gong!" The visitor let out a deep sigh.

"Let him in." Jia Ting said softly.

Jia Ting slowly stood up and said with a faint smile: "How is the situation?" ”

The man's sharp eyes sank, and his voice lowered, "It's not good, there is no response from Shouchang and Stealing Jade." ”

Jia Ting said: "What does it mean that there is no response?" ”

After a deep sigh: "Dead ......"

"Huh?!" Jia Ting's fatherly smile just now cooled down, he turned slightly, waved his long sleeves, and said no more.

Seeing this, Lu Xiaochuan immediately got up and waved his hand to signal the comer to leave, and then approached Jia Ting and said softly: "Jia Gong......"

Suddenly, the wind picked up. Jia Ting's old gray hair swayed in the light of the flames. "Let's go!"

In the season of heavy snowfall, in the year of war and chaos, several countries in China were at war with each other, and the people fell into infinite suffering. A thin, yellow-faced boy cowered wearily in the deepest part of the alley, snow falling on his weak body, then turning into snow and seeping into his tattered clothes. He curled his legs, his hands clasped to his knees, pressed against his chest. His long hair was messy, covering his head and hanging down messily. He was so cold and hungry......

At this time, two figures elongated in the dark light appeared in the alley, and they stepped on the snow and walked gently into the depths of the alley.

"Little baby." Just when the boy seemed to have dreamed of a table full of fish and meat, and seemed to be happily lying in the arms of his parents and began to be coquettish, a gentle voice pulled him back from the border of death.

The boy raised his little head with difficulty, and looked up at the middle-aged man in brocade standing in front of him with misty eyes, and the middle-aged man looked at him very calmly. Next to him, a boy who was also dressed in fine clothes and as big as himself looked at him with a smile.

The boy's lips and teeth were pale, and his eyes drooped weakly. He struggled to spit out a voice that had already become hoarse: "Hello......"

The middle-aged man squatted down, stretched out his white palm, ignored the dirtiness on the boy's body, and touched the boy's cheek with his palm, with a trace of sadness in his eyes: "Poor little baby, are your parents still there?" ”

The boy was originally a strong heart, but when he heard the middle-aged man's words, he could no longer hold back the sourness in his heart, and he lowered his eyes and fell into crystal tears, which crossed his cheeks and fell into the hands of the middle-aged man. "Mommy, Dad...... they, they were killed by the officers and soldiers of the Song State...... Uncles, uncles, grandparents also died...... All dead...... Sister brother, they ...... They're all dead......"

The middle-aged man looked at the boy's heart-rending cry in a daze, and raised his index finger slightly to wipe away the tears from the corners of the boy's eyes. The middle-aged man looked at the tears on his index finger, and a trace of even greater grief flashed in his eyes: "Why is there so many wars in this world...... Thief God, this! Is that what you'd like to see...... The family is ruined, the young have no old, and the old have no descendants......"

"Little baby, if you don't want to die. If you want revenge, just follow me......" After speaking, the middle-aged man sighed, stood up, and turned to walk out of the alley.

The boy looked at the back of the middle-aged man turning around, his eyes stunned.

"Come with us." The boy in brocade clothes did not follow the middle-aged man, but also did not dislike the boy's dirty body, and stretched out his clean little hands.

"It's going to get you dirty." The boy let go of his hands that were clasping his knees, and his outstretched right hand immediately retracted.

"No, it won't!" The boy in the brocade dress smiled brightly, grabbed the boy's right hand, which was frozen in mid-air, and pulled him up.

The boy's pale face turned slightly red, and his voice was still hoarse: "Thank you......"

The boy in brocade clothes shook his head and said with a smile: "Thank me for what, I used to be the same as you." Then he turned his head to look at the middle-aged man's step-by-step back, and there was a hint of admiration and gratitude in his eyes: "We should all thank Jia Gong......"

The boy looked at the boy in the brocade dress, and his young heart also imprinted the man in his heart, and he whispered: "I will give my life to you......"

"That's it! Introduce yourself, my name is Stealing Jade! The boy in brocade laughed.

"My name is Shouchang......"

The gears of the troubled times involve a period of life experience and a sad fate. They always have a blind belief in their hearts that they will not be changed by others. When the immature heart is planted with a purple flower that will never wither, when the pain makes them remember the sadness of the past, they will desperately want to realize the sacred ideal that awaits them in their hearts. There was a man standing next to the purple flower in their hearts, that person was everything in their lives, and the direction of his sword was the battlefield where they fought with their lives......

The smoke of gunpowder in troubled times, and the saints of troubled times cannot blame their faith. Because of this troubled era, these people with tragic fate will be born. Perhaps there are many people who have envied their incomparable wealth and envy their good situation. However, no one can understand the scars and pain in their hearts that will never be erased. And they don't need the understanding of others, they just want to use the knife in their hands to let the people of this world taste the taste of pain and let the world understand how beautiful peace is. Their only obsession is to follow the back of the one they admire and create an eternal kingdom together......

However, their beliefs eventually vanished......