In the middle of late spring, it should be warm, but tonight the cold wind is raging. The world is slim, and the south of the Yangtze River is obscure, which is really a good time to kill people and set fires.

At this moment, Yan Du knelt down in the wing room that was gradually filled with fire, and behind him was a flame as red as the sun, accompanied by the flames, and the cool and bright voice sounded again:

"Who are you?"

Sensing the great threat, Yan Du took a deep breath of turbidity, choking on the thick smoke that she couldn't help coughing.

"Ahem" She still has a sharp sword around her neck as she coughs on the ground, as long as he slashes lightly, she can't save her life, which everyone is trying to protect.

No way! She hasn't avenged her father, Mama Xiao, Bai Feng, Xiaobao, and her eighty-eight lives, how can she die?

In the dark room, the little person who kept coughing held the charcoal scattered under her tightly in her arms with both hands, and the charcoal that was still burning was hot in her hands, constantly stimulating her nerves that were close to collapse.

Yan Du rubbed the charcoal in her hand vigorously, slowly waking up her body that had been soaked in cold sweat, her legs no longer trembling with fear, only to see her stand up with the sword at her neck one by one, her breathing chest showing her nervousness.

"Turn around!"

The speaker was already impatient, and from the voice behind him and the position of the hilt of the sword, she quickly deduced that this person was not very tall.

"The Yan family has been wiped out, who are you? If you don't say it, you're dead! ”

Destroy the door! Twilight only felt an irrepressible coldness that swept through her body at an extremely fast speed.

"I am ......"

I saw her close her complaining eyes deeply, and when she opened them again in the next second, she became extremely firm, like a morning star that pierced the night: "Yin Difference! ”

Instantly! Twilight turned around, and just as she was about to face him, she slammed it! The handle flicked out soot into his eyes.

The sudden charcoal ash instantly pasted on the assassin's eyes, and the hot charcoal ash made people's delicate eyeballs tingle incomparably.

"Ahh

Yan Du looked down on the person in front of him by the light of the fire, thirteen or fourteen years old, dressed in a black brocade dress, with tied black hair, a face as white as jade, and a red mouth moaning in pain.

No way! That would attract his accomplices!

There was no time to think more, and Yan Du hurriedly threw the charcoal in his other hand into his moaning mouth. The lacquer body is strong, and the charcoal swallowing is dumb, and the fiery temperature and fine crumbs of the charcoal cut into his throat in an instant, making him call the heavens and the earth ineffective!

The fire outside the court had gradually spread, and seeing the enemy in this situation, the young woman had no time to fear or joy, and just wanted to rush out in one go.

Suddenly, Twilight felt a pain in her neck, and she saw that the man in pain was clutching the red rope that hung around her neck.

When Yan Du was born, the sun was setting in the west, the south of the Yangtze River Lake and the sky were the same color, the twilight bathed all over the mountains, the vast clouds and mist were light, and the blue sky was reflected, and the father was overjoyed, and gave her an extremely rare multicolored chalcedony between heaven and earth - color cloud chalcedony, which means that the heaven and the earth are auspicious, and the inheritance is in Yan Dusk.

Now, the man who can't see or speak is clutching her only treasure so hard that she can't live if she doesn't give up! Without allowing her to think, she immediately grabbed the coke on the ground, burned it at the red thread in the pulling, and disconnected it all!

Yan Du shook off the man like crazy and ran to the most hidden passage of Yanfu, Yanfu couldn't stay anymore, and there were assassins in it, she could only take the fastest way, and when she got out, there was a way to live!

If the child is not firm enough, if the reaction is not smart enough, if she does not exhaust all methods, if she does not know that life is the only way out, she may really not be able to get out of this sea of fire.

Many years later, she climbed high again and looked back, the old scene flashed in front of her like a marquee, she still remembered the prosperity and warmth of that night, buried by the sea of blood and hatred, she did not look back, she could only keep running forward, keep running.

My mother is right, she really, grown up!

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Three days later, a group of beggars nested in the broken temple in the north of the city were looking at the path at the door, this broken temple is the only place that can give them this group of homeless children a place to cover their heads.

At this moment, they were touching their shriveled stomachs one by two, as if they were looking forward to something.

Yan Dusk, dressed in rags, touched the painful wounds on her hands, although she pulled some rags to wash and wrap them, but it was still useless, she could already clearly feel that the rotten flesh had turned into pus, and the pain was accompanied by unbearable itching, constantly urging her to hurry up and treat.

She looked at her hands that were as delicate as shallots, becoming so disgusting, if she was slightly bruised in the past, the maids would help her wipe the ointment with great care, why did she need to learn what herbs and trees to treat. Now this blind spot makes her unable to solve the current predicament, and if she continues to let it rot, she may not even be able to save these hands.

Suddenly, a smooth head appeared on the path, and then a half-new bright yellow robe, and the beggars saw the visitor, and each of them had bright eyes, and stood up happily with their heads poked out to greet him.

Yan Du knew him, when he first escaped to this ruined temple, he heard some young children who could not go out to beg talk about "Shen Jian Shami", he would bring some leftover vegetables to the temple every few days, although the food was not much and not rich, but it was a lifesaver for this group of beggars.

Yan Du sat in her place in a daze, and did not step forward to greet him like other beggars, probably, she couldn't even get a bite of food like this!

Just when she gave up on herself, suddenly, a white steamed bun appeared in front of her eyes, and she opened her eyes that had been miserated by the smoke in some surprise, and it took a while to see the person in front of her.

The bald little novice with his unsightly appearance saw a bright and clean smile on his emaciated face, and he was only fifteen or sixteen years old:

"Are you new here? I haven't seen you before. ”

Shen Jian looked at Yan Dusk curled up in the corner, his thin body was wrapped in rags, his whole face was small, all covered by black soot, and his dirty appearance was like a little black cat......

Yan Du stretched out her hand full of rags to take the white steamed bun, and as soon as her dirty hand touched the snow-white steamed bun, five gray finger prints were printed, and she didn't care, she still sent it into her long-hungry stomach.

Looking at the wolfing Yan Duan, Shen saw that he seemed to feel a little distressed, he squatted in front of her in a daze, waiting for her to finish eating a whole steamed bun, and brought her a bowl of water.

Yan Du stared at the large yellow pottery bowl in front of her that was missing a gap, and the clear water in it reflected her unkempt self, she was stunned for a moment, it turned out that the child who had lost his home would no longer have a look on his face.

She sighed deeply, and for some reason, her eyes suddenly became wet, and she held back her tears from dripping, pretending to be strong but hiding in Shinmi's eyes.

"What's wrong with your hand?" The child here is either ruined or abandoned by her parents, and even if you don't ask, you can guess why she is here. But these hands made him feel a little distressed.

"Burned." Yan Du pulled her smoky throat and whispered.

Shinmi reached out and gently grabbed her hand and said, "Let me see!" Immediately and slowly, he peeled off layers of tightly wrapped rags, and it was hard to imagine what kind of abuse that little palm had endured before: "There is too much pus accumulation, you must pick it out as soon as possible and then apply medicine!" ”

Shen Jian's words are like a life-saving charm, at this moment, Yan Dui's heart is most anxious to cure this pair of broken hands, the days of brocade clothes and jade food no longer exist, if you take this pair of hands that can't touch anything, you don't know how to live.

With extremely strong anticipation, Yan Dui's voice seemed to tremble a little, and there was a hint of expectation: "Can you cure it?" ”

Shen Jian nodded with a smile, but her ordinary face seemed to have the compassion of a Buddha in her eyes at the moment, and she only heard him say: "I don't know when I will come next time, your hands can't be dragged any longer, wait and follow me to Punan Temple, there is ointment there." ”

Punanji Temple! This is the temple that the mother often went to before her death, every time the Buddha was born, she would take herself and a group of house slaves, take the car to the slightly remote Punan Temple in the north of the city to incense, the mother said that the Punan Temple is quite famous in the south of the Yangtze River, even if it is located in the north of the city Nanfeng Mountain, she will still go to that place rain or shine to ask for a good sign for the Yan family.

She still remembers that her mother and the abbot of Huiming in the temple had a very good relationship, and the abbot of Huiming also said that he was the "reincarnation of Wenqu Xing", which made her mother very happy.

I wonder if he still remembers himself? Yan Du pondered for a while, and hurriedly nodded to Shen Jian Shami, she had to go, as long as there was any chance, she couldn't let it go!

Shen Jian looked at the weak Yan Du with a smile, not knowing what was going on in his heart, just staring at her flowing and agile eyes tightly, and asked, "What's your name?" ”

Yan Du was stunned by his questioning, thinking about the door, she was no longer in tears like she had two days ago, but the pain in her heart blocked her throat and eyes, she swallowed vigorously and whispered: "My name is Xiaobao." ”

"Xiaobao." Shinmi touched her head and repeated.

A smile on your face, a priceless treasure.

Yan Du followed Shen Mi out of the ruined temple in the north of the city, she looked back at the group of children with immaturity and innocence, her eyes were full of envy, was she envious that she was lucky to have Shen Jian pity, and could go to Punan Temple to live a normal life? Or is she just envious that she can get out of this ruined temple and step into a life completely different from theirs?

Don't be envious! Yan Du shook her head, the moment she stepped out of the broken temple, she told herself that there was no home in the world, the sky was high and the road was far away, and the road ahead would have to be walked by herself.

No matter how hard it is, no matter how difficult it is, she can't turn back! She wants to grit her teeth, tense her muscles, and travel to the ends of the earth to find a truth, take revenge, and kill a group of people!

In the thirty-sixth year of the Daheng Dynasty, on the third day of the third month of the third month, the greedy wolf star was obscure, but he entered the palace of destiny in the world. Emperor Heng summoned the heavenly machine into the palace overnight, and knew the destiny of heaven, and instantly broke the military star and the seven killing stars faintly loomed, and the purple microstar was in danger, Bu Zhaowen: The world will change hands, irreversible!

That night, the prince of the East Palace died violently, and Emperor Heng was angry on the spot when he heard the words, and when he was dying, he named Wang Yinghui as the new prince. Overnight, the capital of the Great Heng Emperor, Shengjing, flowed undercurrently, and the families and sects had their own plans, the rivers and mountains and societies, the rise and fall, and the rise and fall of glory, which was about to break out in an instant!