Chapter I

In January of the 175th year of the imperial calendar, the cold winter winds were still raging in the southern highlands of Basil, but the fresh grass was already poking its head out of the ground to observe this new world. Spring will soon come to this land.

In the highlands, an emaciated figure stubbornly advances in the cold wind of twilight, and in front of him, there is the endless plain of the Basil Highlands, but a force of hatred is driving him to walk through this highland plain with his feet, and his goal is the "capital of the highlands" Dinimes.

The young face was covered with wind and frost because of the long journey, and there was no trace of the enthusiasm that a young man should have in his eyes except for the cold light of the cold hand, and even those who were in the cold winter could not resist his cold eyes. The evil aura between his eyebrows was undoubtedly a warning to anyone who dared to approach that he was a dangerous person. A blue shirt also began to turn white from the long sun and rain, a five-foot long sword was covered behind him, and the white hair on his head was scattered like a waterfall, because no one in this world could pull it back again.

After more than a month of walking, crossing countless dense forests, rivers, and snow-capped peaks, the hate-burdened swordsman finally reached the destination of his trip. Now his town was only thirty miles from Diniumes, the capital of the king of Basil.

Linghu Yurui, you will pay for what you have done!

As the young man sat in the only restaurant in the town, everyone left their seats under his gaze, apparently no one wishing to provoke the evil star.

"What would you like to eat, officer?" asked the fellow, fearfully.

He had seen most of the people in this world, including beggars begging on the streets, merchants who were rich and rivaling the country, rude robbers, and arrogant and domineering nobles. But he could never think of anything else comparable to the man who was sitting in front of him now. He also believed that he would never see such a person again in his life. His gaze at you can make you think of blood, corpses, battlefields, bitter winter.

"A bowl of noodles, two steamed buns, I'll take the steamed buns away. ”

A hoarseness like the cold tone of an underground rotting corpse.

The man didn't answer, but ran away from him, knocking over a chair in a panic.

Noodles and steamed buns, these are the only foods that the young man has been exposed to for more than a month.

On the cold and snow-covered peaks, nibbling on cold and hard steamed buns can relieve the pain in his heart a little, in the dense and uninhabited forest, biting into the mud-stained steamed buns can make him clench the sword in his hand, and on the endless desert, swallowing cracked steamed buns makes his will stronger and stronger.

After eating, the young man threw down a silver coin on the table, left the shop with the two steamed buns he had wrapped, and headed north, leaving behind a surprised man and the shopkeeper.

A silver coin can call a good banquet on the table, and all he asks for is a bowl of noodles and two steamed buns.

Diniumes, Uncle Wang's Mansion.

Today, for some reason, my mood will feel inexplicably irritable, and I want to calm down and deal with official business several times, but every time I sit in my seat for less than a quarter of an hour, I can't help but get up and pace back and forth in the hall.

Is something going to happen? Or is there some conspiracy against Qiu that he has not been aware of.

No, it's not!

Danger! Yes, danger! Danger is approaching you, a danger of great importance that has never appeared before, a danger that threatens your life!

Ling Hu Yurui is indeed worthy of his nickname, and he has a sixth sense of danger that ordinary people can't imagine. It was with this singular feeling that he avoided one political crisis after another, and won again and again in the contest with his enemies.

"If you fail, I advise you to retreat to the mountains and forests, and stop making useless resistance!"

The words that the Great Elder had said suddenly appeared in Ling Hu Yurui's mind at this moment.

Could it be Li Yuxuan? Could it be him? No, no! The "homeland" has not moved in the slightest for a month, and neither Fallen Leaf City nor Broomfield City has been attacked, so Li Yuxuan should not have a chance to threaten him. Could it be an assassin? Yes, it must be an assassin! I had heard from Bai Ruofeng that the Li family had a very terrifying assassination organization.

It's not that easy to kill me.

"Someone!" Ling Hu Yurui shouted in his hall, Ling Hu Chong, and Ling Hu Tu walked in from outside the door.

"Someone may come to me for trouble in the next two days, you go and arrange it. Remember, it's a master this time, don't have any problems!" The plane bar's tone was quite stern at the moment, obviously not as relaxed as it appeared on the outside, and he couldn't help but remind him.

"Yes, please rest assured!" the two personal guards exited the living room.

Don't worry, can you rest assured? Last time, he used such a powerful force, and even the three elders were dispatched, but in the end, he only killed an insignificant Bai Ruolan, and Bai Ruofeng was even more dismantled by Li Yuxuan. Could it be that the Sword Saint had to make a move to restrain that kid? Knowing this, he should not have missed the opportunity last year and cut off his retreat when the "homeland" attacked Feng Xiang. Alas, man is not as good as heaven!

Dinimes, South Gate.

The setting sun had already submerged under the distant horizon, and the pale sky began to twinkle with stars, but because it was evening, I still couldn't see the twinkling stars clearly, only a little bright color, and even the moon was pale and so transparent.

With a "squeak", the gates of Dinimes began to close, and the heavy, massive wooden doors required four soldiers to push.

When there was still a gap in the other half of the door, the four soldiers found that no matter how hard they tried, the door did not move.

The old soldier turned out from behind the door, and saw a young man with a long sword holding on to the half of the door with one hand, and one foot just stepping into the crack of the door.

"What for?" asked the veteran.

"Into town. The voice was hoarse and rough.

"Didn't you see the door closed?"

"Not yet. ”

The young man pushed back with one hand the half-closed gate in front of the veteran, and walked in without looking back, leaving the four Basr soldiers at the gate stunned.

They didn't know that it was not a person who they had put into the city at this moment, but a Shura, a Shura who was burdened with hatred and thirst for blood.

The young man went nowhere when he entered the city, and sat quietly in the shadow of the walls of Diniumes.

This road for the aristocracy became lively at night, and the feasts between the ministers made the streets full of magnificent carriages and nobles on horseback, and no one noticed the young man sitting in the shadow of the tower at the end of the street.

The moon finally revealed its peerless appearance from behind the dark clouds, and the pure moonlight spread over the land.

The young man looked up at Ruolan in the sky, took out the steamed buns that were already as hard as stones from his arms, and bit them one by one, looking so focused, as if he was not eating cold and hard steamed buns now, but some rare delicacy, and there must be no waste.

The lively street gradually quieted down, and it was late at night, and soldiers began to appear on the streets.

The young man finally stood up, tightened the sword he was carrying behind him, and spread out his body away from the shadows of the corner of the tower.

His speed can only be described as astonishing, and the soldiers on the street could not detect his lightning-fast figure. With the shadows of the walls, the trees, and even the columns, it took him only a minute or so to reach the end of the street, directly opposite the royal palace of Basel.

In Uncle Wang's Mansion, the young man looked up at the plaque hanging in front of him and bowed slightly. Then he jumped and entered Linghu Yurui's mansion.

The young man who stood still in the mansion did not hide his whereabouts anymore, and stood in place and quietly removed the five-foot long sword behind his back, the dark body of the sword blending with the night.

Holding a sword in his right hand and pointing diagonally to the ground, the young man stepped forward and entered the palace at night.