In the past, the Northern Qiang Kingdom would hold a bloody tournament in the slave field every month as entertainment for the nobles and common people as gambling money. It's a brutal and twisted game: when a slave wins the game, he doubles the number of opponents he has to face at the same time, which means that every slave captured in the game will eventually die, either as slave prisoners of war or as untamed beasts. Once a person enters this arena, he can only fight to the end, until he dies, he cannot leave this place, and there have been slaves who escaped because the game was too cruel and bloody, and were caught and sentenced to even more vicious death.

One day, Sikong Shaoyang stood on top of the slave yard competition platform, and he decided to end himself here. Slaves or prisoners of war have always been captured and forced to participate in this competition, and no one has ever volunteered to participate.

Of course, the steward of the jousting arena would not refuse anyone who would bring pleasure to the noble masters, and soon compiled him into the list of slaves, where the slaves had no names, only numbers, and the sign on Sikong Shaoyang's chest read: Bingqi.

After the start of the game, Sikong Shaoyang continued to refresh the number of opponents he had defeated, from five, ten to twenty......

On this day, when Sikong Shaoyang, covered in blood, killed the last opponent with his last breath, he once again broke the record, killing eighty prisoners of war. However, he will face 160 opponents in his next match, which is nearly eight times the previous record, which obviously means that it will be his final match.

The news that Sikong Shaoyang was about to face one hundred and sixty opponents in the match soon spread to Beiqiang, and even many foreigners rushed to witness this cruel but exciting match. And Dongzhao also had a mysterious person who came to the slave farm in Beiqiang overnight.

The night before Sikong Shaoyang was about to fight, he was still empty-eyed, expressionless, lying on the cold and damp ground. The slaves who came to participate in the contest were no different from ordinary slaves, for Beiqiang, they were just tools used to satisfy the cruel pleasures of the nobles, eating moldy and rotten food every day, and dozens of people were tied up in a dilapidated house. However, due to Sikong Shaoyang's astonishing skills and unknown origin, the slave farm steward arranged him alone in a room.

The dilapidated wooden door of Sikong Shaoyang's house was opened, and a man wearing a cloak and a hood walked in.

"You're Bingqi."

Sikong Shaoyang didn't pay attention to him, but continued to look at the leaky roof.

"I can give you a chance to stay alive and get you out of here." The comer unbuttoned his cloak and hood and said to Sikong Shaoyang.

"Escape? Faced with a person who is bent on dying and wants to end himself here, don't you think it's ridiculous that you actually said to take him away? Sikong Shaoyang seemed to have heard a big joke, and turned his head to look at the person who said that he wanted to give himself a chance to live, only to see that his hair was gray, and he should have passed the age of sixtieth birthday, but his skills were extremely vigorous.

However, when he saw the scorching sun sign on the chest of the person in front of him, Sikong Shaoyang's head suddenly felt a sharp pain, and many incomplete fragments of that battle flashed in his mind.

Sikong Shaoyang pressed his head as if it was about to explode, and asked with difficulty, "Who are you?" ”

"I am the lord of Dongzhao Kingdom, Dongling Jue." This is the first emperor of the Tanglin Kingdom - Donglin Jue

"You said you would take me out of here, on what terms?"

"Serve Dongzhao."

"Okay, I promise you."

Sikong Shaoyang's tone couldn't hear any emotion, although Dongling Jue was surprised by Sikong Shaoyang's sudden change of attitude before and after, he didn't show it on his face, just nodded.

Sikong Shaoyang closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: Maybe I found a reason to live a little longer, I hope I didn't do anything wrong.

"Bang! Boom! The next second, the chains on his hands and feet were shattered by him, and the things that could trap him were never these chains.

The two of them were ready to leave immediately, and it would be troublesome to wait until dawn.

Dongling Jue pulled on his hood, pushed the door and stepped past the guard who had fallen when he came, and Sikong Shaoyang casually picked up a long knife and followed him. However, when they were about to step out of the slave farm, they were spotted by a patrol guard.

"Come on, someone's going to run away!"

"There! It's Bingqi! He's going to run away! ”

The silence of the slave yard at night was broken by the shouts of the guards, and it suddenly became noisy, and the guards all gathered in the direction of Sikong Shaoyang and them when they heard the sound.

"Such a little person, it can't be difficult for you, Bingqi."

Sikong Shaoyang didn't respond to him, and in a matter of moments, the long knife had already repelled several guards.

Dongling Jue was even more calm, without the slightest panic, the sword was unsheathed, and he neatly slashed the people who tried to approach, and he showed Sikong Shaoyang the kingly demeanor of Dongzhao for the first time with everything under control.

After repelling all the enemies that followed them, they ran out of the slave yard.

At this time, in a shadow of the competition platform in the center of the slave farm, an arrow shot towards Dongling Jue and Sikong Shaoyang. Sikong Shaoyang was keenly aware of the sound of the arrow piercing through the air, and seeing that the arrow was about to hit Tangling Jue, he jumped behind Dongling Jue.

"Poof!" There was a muffled thud, the sound of an arrow piercing flesh.

Dongling Jue turned around when he heard the sound, only to find that Sikong Shaoyang had been an arrow for himself, when he saw the tip of the arrow that pierced his chest with blood, faintly glowing with cyan, the two realized that the arrow was poisonous, and the pain in the heart made Sikong Shaoyang's consciousness slowly decline, he broke the tail of the arrow, and the two words in his throat were cloudy: "Go away!" ”

Dongling Jue held Sikong Shaoyang, whistled, a string of horses' hooves in the dark from far and near, and soon Dongling Jue's sweaty and bloody horse that accompanied him to fight countless appeared in front of the two, Dongling Jue dragged Sikong Shaoyang onto the horse, and he also jumped on the horse, and ran towards the outside of Beiqiang with a whip.

After returning to Dongzhao, Sikong Shaoyang was directly brought into the palace by Dongling Jue, and was treated by the imperial doctor, so that he could get out of bed and move in less than half a month.

"What's your real name?"

"Yuan Shaoyang."

Sikong Shaoyang had already prepared a statement about his origins, but unexpectedly, Tangling Jue didn't ask him anything other than his name.

With his loyal protection of Dongling Jue's arrows and extremely high martial arts, "Yuan Shaoyang" was banned from the position of the commander of the guards, and followed Dongling Jue in various occasions to protect his safety, and occasionally went out to fight for Dongzhao.

One night two years later, Dongling Jue called Sikong Shaoyang to his dormitory alone. At this time, the elderly Tanglin Jue, whose health was deteriorating, and the country's political affairs were basically handed over to the then prince Donglin Xun.

"Thank you for lightening the amount of poison and allowing me to live longer." It seems that you will never see any other emotions in this monarch's face except calmness.

"You...... I know it......." Sikong Shaoyang couldn't hide the shock in his heart and blurted out.

"If I expected it to be right, your real name should be Sikong Shaoyang, right?"