Yin Jizhou walked straight into the depths of the woodland, half an hour, an hour, two hours...... I don't know how long I walked, but the sky outside was dimly shining, because the forest was deep enough, and the branches were luxuriant, and I could smell the mixed smell of mud and rotting leaves. It doesn't smell good, and it doesn't smell bad.

This was the first time Yin Jizhou had walked so far in the woodland, and he didn't expect it to be so long.

But he never doubted the correctness of this path.

The clothes on his body were left behind by Mu Ya's book, and there were his last instructions on them, which was in this woodland. There is also a method of deciphering a string of secret words.

Previously, Yin Jizhou had always suspected that Ye Yuancen had moved the army to the forest.

Imagine, if the army is not here, how can tens of thousands of people hide in the vast sandy plains?

But now, that conjecture seems wrong.

The forest was silent, and there was no one except the leaves.

Yin Jizhou stopped at one place and tried to determine his bearings.

If it is arranged in gossip, the entrance should be in-

Yin Jizhou redetermined his direction and walked forward firmly, paying attention to his surroundings.

The light and shadow are sparse, the green trees are verdant, and the small pond has become a trickle, flowing slowly and meandering forward.

There was a rumbling sound in front of him, the sound was sharp and peculiar, getting closer and closer, Yin Jizhou quickened his pace, and suddenly it became clear in front of him, it was a flat land, and the edge was against the tall city wall.

There was a loud sound in the city, and Yin Jizhou listened, and a string of notes appeared in his head. Because of the wall, you could see nothing.

"Uncle, what are you looking for?"

Suddenly, the crisp voice of the little guy rang in his ears, and he saw Aya standing in the forest on the left with his hands behind his back.

Behind her was a row of tall trees, straight and stout, like soldiers guarding her. Behind the trees are low bushes, which grow in a depressed and sparse place because of the shelter of large trees.

Further back is the vast sandy plain, thick and desolate.

"Aya. Are you awake? ”

"Hmm. I woke up and didn't see my uncle, so I came looking for you. I know where General Ye is, take you to find it? ”

"Good. I'll go with Aya. ”

The little one's thin black cloth robe, which looked thin and smart, saw her turn back into the woods, back to the source of the trickle.

"If you go down from here, you can see General Ye."

The little guy dragged the big tree on the side and shook it, the roots of the tree did not move, but the shrubs on the side blew without wind, revealing the sandy surface.

Yin Jizhou recalled the clues given by Mu Ya, repositioned the gossip direction, and the entrance was there!

"Here." Yin Jizhou walked to the edge of the thorn bush in the rear, "It's down there." ”

"Uncle is so smart." Aya smiled, stretched out her bare hand to the thorny thorns, weird, the hand passed directly through the branches, waving in it, the thorns were like fishing for the moon in the water, as transparent as a mirror!

Yin Jizhou looked up at the sky, and there was indeed a bright light there.

Looking at this forest from another angle, I find that half of everything is ethereal and rootless! Could it be ......

Mu Yaji once said that the people under Ye Yuancen are the best at being inconsistent with what they are on the outside.

Aya had already stepped into the tunnel under the thorn bushes, and the darkness seemed to swallow the little one.

"Uncle, come in!"

The sound disappeared inside.

Yin Jizhou tied up his cuffs and walked in lightly.

The tunnels are narrow and the air is thin, and the prolonged darkness is even more frightening from suffocation. Yin Jizhou doesn't like the dark very much, and the night pearls are arranged in the rooms at home.

Yin Jizhou's steps moved unhurriedly, but his mind began to replay the past.

He began to think more and more about the people at home.

The age of thirteen was a watershed moment for him, and the word "resolute" began to exist in his consciousness.

The Yu Kingdom has been fighting for many years, and the capital is not necessarily too peaceful, and there are often assassins and spies from other countries mixed in.

The Yin family had a small success in the capital and was also patronized by the Assassins.

That time, Yin Jizhou's dog was gone. He did not tell his father that the truth was that someone had taken advantage of the Assassins' confusion to kill his dog.

When the house is bigger, there are more intrigues.

The father had several wives and concubines, and a group of children, and in the end, only the eldest son and the second son were left.

In the winter when he was thirteen years old, Yujing had a snowfall, which was very thick and thick.

Yin Jizhou saw that the snow next to the bed reflected a shallow red, which was blood, and it was like a bright flower against the background of the snow.

He negotiated terms with the Assassin and took him in.

"You're not afraid I'll kill you?"

Yin Jizhou was competing with the Assassins, and he disguised himself as a swordsman.

Although the wooden sword does not have a sharp blade, it is fierce, breaking through the air, and the air is as tense as a string!

Yin Jizhou held the sword separately, and the two divided one side.

Yin Jizhou smiled at the corner of his mouth, thirteen years old, more than seven feet tall, the swordsman was lean, and the two were equal.

"Kill me, you have a chance. But, if you kill me, you will die, and if you want to complete that mission, you must live. ”

Yin Jizhou's mouth is very good, but the long sword in his hand was easily picked off, and he was immediately kicked in the chest and fell to the ground.

"As a swordsman, you must analyze the pros and cons in the shortest possible time and make the most advantageous choice!" The assassin took his hand and swung his wooden sword into the dirt.

The housekeeper on the side saw that he wanted to teach the swordsman a lesson, but was stopped by Yin Jizhou.

"Fu Bo, Master is teaching me family heirloom skills, how can it be possible if I don't suffer a little?"

Yin Jizhou got up, patted the dust on his chest, and smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Master, please continue to teach!" ”

The two waved again.

The Assassin was still on a mission. But what outsiders don't know is that the person exercising the task at this moment is Yin Jizhou.

"Master just heals from his injuries, let me practice my hands on such trivial matters."

One hit, one hit!

Yin Jizhou has more and more lives in his hands. Licking the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, Yin Jizhou asked suspiciously: "In addition to grudges and vendettas, you also take over the work of the imperial court?" ”

"Hmm."

"Hehe, interesting."

The assassin didn't expect Yin Jizhou to have such perseverance, and in the past three years, he has learned all the skills in his hands, and his strength is comparable to that of a first-class killer in the rivers and lakes.

"Your saber!" Yin Jizhou threw the assassin's sword over, and the man caught it, his eyes showing a look of sympathy.

"I've wronged Master, and I've used the wooden pimple that I haven't taken advantage of for three years."

Every swordsman has a sword that suits his heart, and he uses it from life to death. After getting used to it, it is difficult to accept other weapons, which is a kind of self-restraint of swordsmen.

Yin Jizhou was restrained to death, because he usually used a wooden sword when he practiced, and the assassin cut the fine skin of Yin Jizhou's neck under force, and the blood was gushing.

The Assassin then withdrew his sword to get the bandage, but as soon as he turned around, he was pierced in the chest by a long sword!

Another blow, the sword has been drawn, and the blood is gushing unscrupulously!