In July of the 32nd year of Gaoxin, the suburbs of Dijing Haodu.

The blue sky is like the sea, the white clouds are scattered, and on the endless grassland, hundreds of elk are running in panic. Behind them, all the beasts were galloping, the smoke and dust were billowing and the banner hunting was inspiring.

"Woo-" The horn blew and the drums played.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" Ten thousand arrows fired in unison, dancing angrily into the sky, and countless silver rays of light swept through the midday sun.

Dense arrows are like rain, thousands of miles in an instant. The elk screamed and fell down one after another.

The trumpets were high-pitched, and cheers and shouts resounded throughout the field. The cavalry changed formations to outflank, the sound of "whooshing" was endless, and arrows flew like locusts all over the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the elk was dead and wounded, and only one sturdy stag rushed left and right, running wildly to escape.

The sound of trumpets and drums suddenly stopped, and all the cavalry reined in and retracted their bows.

A purple-clothed young man roared loudly, driving the Red Flame Mammoth to break through the formation, the ape arm was long, the bow was like a full moon, and the tip of the arrow pointed at the fleeing stag in the distance. The sun was shining, and the sharp arrows were shining with a cold blue light. The purple-clothed young man narrowed his eyes, a grim smile spread on his handsome face, and his fingers loosened.

"Whew!"

The stag screamed, raised its hooves and staggered to the ground. Its left hind leg had been firmly pierced through the grass by a long arrow, and no matter how much it struggled, it could not shake it off.

The gongs and drums were noisy, and the cavalry applauded.

A smug smile appeared on the purple-clothed young man's face, and he pulled out the second arrow in high spirits, turned around and smiled, "Master, where do you want me to shoot it this time?"

The cavalry turned their gaze to the banner of the exhibition. Under the banner, a tall old man with an eagle feathered white helmet and a silver armor belt rode majestically on top of the Heavenly Wing Dragon Beast, with gray eyebrows and white beard, thin eyes like silk, and an awe-inspiring momentum that was not angry but mighty.

He stared at the desperate and struggling elk with an expressionless face, and said lightly, "Eyes." Don't hurt its fur. ”

Before the words fell, the second arrow of the purple-clothed young man had already flown out of the string like a thunderbolt.

"Whew!"

The arrow flew straight into the air, and suddenly swirled around in a graceful arc, passing through the elk's left eye with lightning speed. Blood splattered, and long arrows pierced the stag's skull, pinning its right eye through and protruding, and the feathers buzzed and vibrate.

The elk hissed in grief, fell to the ground, and twitched for a moment, before finally cheating and blood quickly dissipating beneath it.

"Huifeng Divine Arrow!" "Huifeng Divine Arrow!" "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is wise and powerful, and his archery skills are all over the sky!" The cheers exploded loudly and were deafening.

The purple-clothed young man laughed, looked back at a pair of young men and women in the slanted cavalry array, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Fang Xun, Yin Qi, how about this arrow of the lonely family?" The young man with a jade crown and white clothes, although he was only eleven or twelve years old, was heroic and upright, and his spirit was full of energy, and he smiled and said: "Famous teachers produce high apprentices, and the disciples of the arrow god are naturally beyond our reach." ”

The girl in white beside her had a beautiful appearance, quite similar to the young man in white, smiled faintly, and didn't look over.

The purple-clothed young man was slightly disappointed when he saw that the girl didn't speak. With a low "snort", he raised his whip in his left hand and slammed it on the grass, shouting, "Release the hounds!"

Everyone roared, and the horn broke through the air again. Hundreds of hounds flew out and barked wildly towards the carcasses of elk scattered all over the distance. The purple-clothed young man suddenly lowered his head, stared coldly at a sackclothed young man standing under the mammoth, and shouted, "Dog, why don't you go quickly?"

The boy shook suddenly, and fell to the ground. Mai burst into tears, blood flew, and there was another blood mark on his scarred back. He staggered to his feet, the iron shackles under his feet clanged, and he suddenly raised his head and glared angrily at the purple-clothed young man.

The purple-clothed young man was furious and shouted, "Look for death!" waved his arms and flicked his head.

The young man didn't flash, "Bang!", his head seemed to be split, blood gushed out, and his face flowed all over his face in an instant, but his eyes were still glaring at the purple-clothed young man with resentment, and he wanted to erupt into fire.

The purple-clothed young man was slightly chilled by his staring, and laughed angrily: "Haha, son of a bitch, I see you want to be the companion of these elks, right?

The cavalry cheered in unison and watched with smiles on their faces. In their eyes, the young slave was no different from an elk.

The Mai boy was beaten and covered in blood, fell and got up, got up and fell, but never said a word. His eyes were full of grief and hatred, and he glared at the purple-clothed young man viciously, without blinking. Like a desperate beast, the fierce killing intent made everyone shudder.

"Stop!" the girl in white couldn't stand it anymore, her pretty face was snow-white, and she whispered coquettishly. The voice is soft and tactful, just like a mountain spring coming out of a stream, drizzling rain knocking on the lotus, indescribably pleasant.

The purple-clothed young man paused for his long whip, looked at the girl in surprise, raised his eyebrows and laughed: "What? I punish this cub slave, and the girl is distressed?"

The black light burst into flames, with a crisp "crackle", and the whip was whipped on the cheek of the young man in Mai.

The young man was looking at the girl in white with a flurry of words, caught off guard, and didn't hum, and immediately flew out of Zhangyu. The skin and flesh on his face and shoulders rolled up, and the bones of Bai Huahua were exposed, and the pain was painful. Rao is strong and brave, and he can't help but curl up in a ball, trembling.

The girl in white blushed and said angrily, "Don't fight again!" turned over and jumped down, running towards the young man in sackcloth.

The white-clothed young man shouted, "Sister!" hesitated for a moment, then jumped off the beast ride and followed.

The purple-clothed young man's eyes suddenly burned with excited and gloomy flames, gritted his teeth and smiled: "Doesn't Princess Yin Qi never ask for help?

Princess Yin Qi's skirt fluttered, and she swept in front of the Red Flame Mammoth like a cloud, blocking in front of the Mai boy.

The young man in purple was taken aback and hurriedly withdrew his arms, but it was too late.

"Servant!" the long whip flew into the air amid the exclamations of the crowd, and was undiminished, and was whipped impartially on the princess's right arm.

The princess's spring-like fingers trembled suddenly, her sleeves were torn, and a deep scar appeared on her snow-white and slippery arm, dripping with blood, burning into her heart. She looked up at the stunned purple-clothed young man in surprise, frowned and wanted to say something, but suddenly became dizzy and sat down on the ground.

The mammoth roared, kicked and danced with its forepaws, and stomped heavily beside her, dusty in the air.

"Sister!" Fang Xun rushed over, startled and anxious, "eat" the ground, tore off a corner of her clothes, and bandaged her right arm.

The young man in sackcloth struggled to get up and looked at the girl blankly, empty, dazed, and confused in his heart. After a while, the circles under my eyes suddenly turned red, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time burst out of my eyes. Tears rolled down his cheeks, mingling with blood, burning his bones like flames.

At this moment, his frozen heart suddenly burst, and he saw the sun swaying in the blue sky and clouds, so dazzling, and the warm wind of midsummer blowing the plains, and the long grass and waves swaying.

He suddenly felt a trace of warmth that he had not felt in a long time, and felt a tearing pain all over his body. The heart twitched violently, tears flowed violently, and the mouth opened wide, but there were no words or tears......

All the cavalry looked embarrassed and looked at the arrow god Gong Fengmeng. Feng was expressionless and said lightly: "Escort the princess back to the palace and summon the imperial doctor and witch." And they took the command, and went their separate ways.

The purple-clothed young man's expression of shock and regret flashed, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the young man in Mai who was sitting on the ground in a daze, and shouted: "Shoot this little puppy to death with arrows and chop up the wild boar that feeds Nanshan!"

The generals were amazed.

The trumpets are high-pitched, the drums are dense, and the beasts roar and neigh.

The four cavalrymen drove the beast wildly, the ropes staggered and flew, tightly bound the limbs of the young man in sackcloth, "whew" to the ground, pulled up in the air, fell heavily to the ground, and dragged with the four horsemen rapidly.

The sky is spinning, and the grass and stones are fluttering. The boy kept rolling and sliding, his head was bleeding, he was broken one after another, and his limbs seemed to be broken inch by inch.

He gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and almost fainted several times. Suddenly hearing a few shouts, his limbs tightened, and he flew up out of thin air again and fell into the grass.

The drums of war were pounding, the trumpets were agitated, and the crowd was shouting like thunder.

The boy struggled to get up, the sun was dazzling, the scenery was blurred, blood kept flowing across his eyebrows, and all around him was blood-red. The warm breeze was blowing, the long grass was swaying, the carcasses of elk were lying everywhere, and the air was thick with blood.

In the distance, white clouds flew, thousands of beasts rushed together, and countless points of light flashed with dazzling light, like thousands of eyes, winking at him viciously.

He knew it was a thousand arrows.

The next moment, like these elks, he will sleep in the summer noon sun.

In an instant, a trace of fear flashed through his heart, but it immediately dissipated again. He wiped away his tears and blood, straightened up, and staggered to his feet with all his might. Raising his head proudly, he looked coldly ahead, a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Someday...... Even if I turn into a ghost, I will come back to you for revenge......" He silently swore in his heart.

"Shoot the arrow!" I heard a cry from afar, and the countless points of light suddenly bloomed like chrysanthemums, drawing thousands of silver threads under the blue sky, and swooped towards him brilliantly......

At this moment, he suddenly heard a thunderclap in the air, the wind was blowing, the grass was undulating, and a black shadow swept over his head, spreading its wings and flying like a roc.

"Boom!"

Thousands of emerald rays of light erupted from the man's body, scattering and flying, forming a huge turquoise light shield in the sky above the young man.

"Servant, servant!" the rainstorm-like arrows slammed into the light mask, reflecting off the sky and dancing in a colorful manner.

The blue light ripples, rippling dense ripples, round after circle, shining with colorful and bewitching luster.

The young man looked up dizzily, holding his breath, his mind blank, but the blood rushed up like flames.

"Boy, let's go!" the man rolled over and swept down like a whirlwind, and without saying a word, lifted him upwards and flew into the sky.

The sky was spinning, the wind was blowing, and in an instant, it was already a hundred feet in the sky. The boy was surprised, delighted and frightened, confused and dazed, not knowing what had happened. Looking up, the man's face was full of brown and yellow beard, and his eyes were like brass bells, fierce, wild and majestic.

The sound of wind, drums, trumpets, shouts, arrows breaking through the air...... The mixed drums responded, and Fengmeng's deep voice exploded in the air like thunder: "Cut off the head of the traitor and reward 10,000 taels of gold!"

The man flew with the Mai boy in the wind, laughed and said, "Lao Tzu has nine heads, and the turtle grandchildren are going to get rich!" The voice was like thunder, and he suppressed Feng Meng's voice at that time.

Who was this man? Why did he save himself? A series of questions suffocated the boy in confusion like an oncoming wind. But he didn't have time to think about it, and the arrows like locusts flew all over the sky, chasing after him.

"Artemisia rice stalks, do you want to shoot birds too?" In the midst of the wild laughter, the fingertips bounced, the blue light flew, and the arrows were swept away and shattered like a hurricane.

"Bang!" the wind and thunder roared, and a cloud of blue light suddenly burst into the sky, bursting like lightning.

"Hey, the Sky Splitting Thunder Arrow?" suddenly turned over sharply, twisting and rolling like a spirit snake in his right hand, and with a "bang", the blue light was wrapped around the flying scroll, and rushed out from the five fingers, forming a snake-shaped light knife more than five zhang long.

The light knife rolled angrily, instantly slashing into the blue ray.

"Boom!"

The young man's eyes were dark, his blood was surging, and he was unconscious. When he woke up, it was a starry sky.

The reeds are shaking, and the water is rippling. Beside him was the boundless Yun Mengze.

The water and sky were vast, a breeze blew, and the entire Yunmengze seemed to shake, and the sparkling waves shone gently, merging with the stars, and he seemed to melt with it.

The scent of reeds penetrated his nose and swirled around his heart, tickling him numb and itchy. It was a feeling familiar and strange, like happiness and sadness, which he seemed to remember and then to forget.

"Boy, do you know where this is?" Xiang Xiang sat beside him, glaring at him with a strange expression.

He shook his head.

"This is where you live. ”

The boy sat up blankly. In his memory, his hometown was surrounded by cold walls in prison.

"Boy, do you know why those people hate you so much, torture you in every possible way, and want to break you into thousands of pieces?"

The boy shook his head, but anger rose violently.

Xiang Xiang grabbed his shoulder, his eyes burned with flames, and he said word by word: "Because you are the grandson of the 'Xuantian Water God' co-worker." You are the most feared enemy of the Gausin dynasty. ”

The boy shook slightly, and unconsciously clenched his fists.

He had never heard of the name "Gonggong", but from this moment on, these two words were imprinted in his heart like a soldering iron, and he could never forget them. Xiang Xiang stared at him for a long time, and thousands of expressions flashed across his face, as if he was sad, joyful, mad, and angry, and suddenly let go of his hand, stood up, and raised his head and shouted: "My lord, I have found him! I have found him!" The voice was like rolling thunder, and it spread far away, faintly echoing between the water and the sky.

The young man's cheeks were on fire, the blood all over his body poured to the top of his head, and tears suddenly flowed out again. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and let out a beastly roar with all his strength.

It was his first cry in eight years. Although hoarse and low, it is so painful.

He looked up to the sky and howled for a long time, and suddenly laughed and tears rolled out. turned his head, stared at the young man with a burning gaze, and said with a smile: "Young master, Xiang doesn't know your name yet." ”

The boy shook his head and said bitterly, "I...... No...... Name. ”

Xiang Xiang nodded, meditated for a moment, and said hesitantly: "Young Master, when I found you, you were standing under thousands of arrows, and your name will be 'Yi'." ”

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On the night of July 18, the twenty-second year of Gaoxin, Yi met his fate on the bank of Yunmengze.