Fan Shen held his upper eyelids with great difficulty, looking at his fingers to count what meaningful things he had done in his life, but before he could count the five thin chopstick-like fingers on his right hand, he sighed and gave up the job very sadly. The smell of the potion in the ward is always so pungent, and the old man on the bed next to him has already gone to report to the Jizo King Bodhisattva two days ago, and it will probably be his turn in a few days. He has some kind of strange disease, myasthenia gravis, which is especially suitable for the male protagonist of romance novels. It is said that if you don't get medical treatment, you won't be able to move anything on the day of your burp in the future, and only tears can flow.

"But I'm not the hero of a romance novel. Fan Shen muttered, but because the muscles in his jaw were useless, it turned into a string of muttered babbles. He looked at his middle finger and sympathized with himself, "I'm still a virgin. ”

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He really didn't do anything meaningful in his life, except for helping the old man to cross the street, giving up his seat on the bus, getting along with his neighbors, and helping his classmates cheat on exams...... , Fan Shen is a useless man in the traditional sense. His parents had long since died, so he was left alone in the hospital, waiting for the day when his life would end.

"Good people have nothing to reward. ”

In the middle of a silent night, Fan Shen seemed to be able to clearly capture his throat muscles slowly relaxing, no longer able to tighten, and his respiratory muscles gradually spread out weakly and weakly like a rubber band that had lost its elasticity. The clean little nurse in the hospital didn't know where to go, and next to her was an aunt, babbling something with compassion in her eyes.

"Is this going to die?"

The fear of death and the desire for the taste of life made him feel more complicated than ever before, and it was not the cute little nurse he had been looking forward to for a long time that he had been dying, but this Obasan, which undoubtedly added to the sadness in Fan Shen's heart. Miserable and miserable, his eyes drooped, looking at the black cloth covering the window of the ward to block the sun, and felt that life was really lonely like shit.

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Miserable, a drop of wet liquid slipped from the corner of his eye.

Fan Shen was a little sad, stretched out his tongue and licked the liquid that slipped from the corner of his eyes to his lips, but was surprised to find that his tears were not only salty, but also had a little fishy smell - could it be that because he rarely took a bath in the hospital, even his tears began to stink? He couldn't help but scolded angrily in his heart: "Let you cry, let you cry, do you really think it's the hero of a romance novel?"

But he immediately realized that something was wrong, why could his tongue still stick out his lips to lick his tears? According to the doctor, his tongue had long lost its ability to move, and now its only function is to slide into the esophagus very lightly, blocking his own airway, thus becoming a rare genius in the world who swallows his tongue and commits suicide. Then he found that it was easier for him to open his eyes, his vision was very broad, and his eyesight became much better than before his illness, and the scene before him was clear, and a bamboo object was lying in front of him.

Fan Shen, who was in a daze, suddenly saw a scene that shocked him through those few bamboo pieces. More than a dozen black-clothed people who were full of a sense of murder were holding sharp weapons and slashing towards him! He didn't have time to tell for a moment whether this was a dream or a strange experience before his death, and he purely subconsciously shrank his head and covered his two hands in front of him.

Sneer...... Countless sounds of breaking the sky sounded!

Countless muffled grunts followed, followed by silence. After a while, Fan Shen felt that something was wrong, and carefully separated the palm covering his face by two fingers, and secretly looked outside. The basket made of bamboo pieces divides the space in front of you into countless pieces, and looking through these holes, you can clearly see more than a dozen dead bodies lying on the ground, and the blood on the ground is flowing and the smell is fierce.

Fan Shen was frightened, and the qiē he saw in front of him was too real, so that he couldn't come back to his senses for a while. Immediately after that, he suddenly thought of the hands on his face, could his own hands be able to move? Could his illness really be cured? What was the matter with this qiē in front of him? Was this just a dream? When he woke up from the dream, he was still the same useless person lying motionless on the hospital bed, and could only wait for death?

If that's the case, then it's better not to wake up in this dream, at least your hands can move, and your eyes can blink. He thought with some sorrow, and touched his wet face with his hand. When he withdrew his hand, he found that his hand was full of blood, and it turned out that the wet liquid that dripped from the corner of his eye just now didn't know who splashed the blood on his face. Fan Shen stared at his hands blankly, and shouted wildly in his heart, this is definitely not his own hands! In front of him, there are a pair of incomparably white and tender and incomparably cute little hands, stained with blood, which look like the white lotus blooming in the Shura Field, which is definitely not a small hand that an adult should have!

The repeated love and impact poured into Fan Shen's mind, and he couldn't help but be stunned, countless questions, and incomparable horror occupied his body and mind.

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This year is the fifty-seventh year of the Qingguo era, the war led by the emperor Xià to conquer the Western Barbarians has not ended, and the Count Sinan is also in the army, and Kyoto is governed by the empress dowager and the senators. At this time, there was a fire in the Taiping Courtyard on the bank of the Liujing River on the outskirts of Kyoto, and a group of nocturnal masters rushed into the courtyard while taking advantage of the fire, killing people when they saw them, and committing a shocking bloody crime.

A young servant in the other courtyard took the little master to fight out of the siege at night, and was pursued by a group of murderers wearing night clothes, and the two sides fought until the crossing outside the city to the south, but the masters of the ambush did not expect that this handicapped young man was actually an unfathomable strong man, and behind the hills, there were even reinforcements from the other side - the identity of these reinforcements made these people even more afraid!

"Black knight!" cried out as the murderers who had been slain by the crossbow arrows fell in pools of blood. The reinforcements were on horses, wearing black sè armor, reflecting the moonlight in the sky, glowing with a faint and dark soul-eating luster. The cavalrymen all had hard crossbows in their hands, which were only allowed in the army, and most of the killers had been killed by the light crossbows that had been fired.

Among the arch guards of the black sè cavalry was a middle-aged man sitting in a carriage, with a pale face and a very sparse beard on his chin. He looked at the young servant with the child on his back, nodded, and then clapped his palms gently.

Applause is the signal to attack!

The cavalry broke into a detachment, like a scythe in the night, and mercilessly rushed into the ranks of killers who suffered heavy casualties. Suddenly, one of the mages in the killer team raised his staff and began to chant incantations, and everyone in the room could feel some unknown energy fluctuations beginning to gather on the edge of the hills. The middle-aged man in the carriage frowned slightly, and he didn't make any moves, but a black shadow popped out of him, floating quickly in the night sky like a falcon.

With a crisp sound, the mage's chanting came to an abrupt halt, and his head flew high, blood raining down.

The middle-aged man in the carriage shook his head: "These mages from the west always don't understand that in front of the real powerhouse, spells are the same as the pen of the prime minister, and they don't work. ”

Dozens of slaughtering black cavalrymen confirmed the safety of the surroundings, clenched their right fists and made a gesture, reporting that the killers around them had been cleared. The cavalry parted, and the carriage inside slowly moved forward before the young servant. The middle-aged man in the carriage sat in a wheelchair with the help of his subordinates, and the middle-aged man with poor legs pushed the wheelchair under him, and slowly approached the young man who had been as straight as a gun. Looking at the bamboo basket behind the young servant, a trace of blush finally appeared on the pale face of the middle-aged man in a wheelchair:

"Nothing happened. ”

The man carrying the bamboo basket had a black sè cloth belt on his face, and he was holding a black sè iron drill that looked like a sword but not a sword, and blood slowly dripped from the iron drill, and there were many dead bodies lying beside him, the dead corpses were all masters of ambushes, and there were blood spots left on the throat of the corpses, which seemed to be fatal with one blow.

"I need you to give me an account of this. The man with the black ribbon on his eyes said coldly, and his voice did not tremble or show any emotion.

The tenderness on the face of the middle-aged man in a wheelchair disappeared as soon as he came: "I will naturally give you an explanation, and I must also give an explanation to the master." ”

The young servant, dressed in a black cloth, nodded, and then prepared to leave.

"Where are you going to take this child?" the middle-aged man in a wheelchair said coldly: "You are a blind man, do you want the young master to follow you through the rivers and lakes." ”

"This is the flesh and blood of the young lady. ”

"This is also the flesh and blood of the master!" Yīn, a middle-aged man in a wheelchair, said coldly, "I promise to find a safe place for the little master in Kyoto." ”

The man shook his head and tugged at the strip of black cloth from his face.

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair knew that the other party could not order him except to listen to the young lady's words, even if it was his own master, so he sighed and persuaded: "The affairs in Kyoto, when the master comes back, will definitely be calmed, why do you have to take him away." ”

"I don't trust your master. ”

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, as if he was disgusted by the other party's words, and after a pause, he said: "Little children drink nǎi, literacy, will you do these things?" He sneered: "Blind, what else do you do but kill people?"

The man was not angry, and gently pushed the bamboo basket behind him: "Cripple, you only seem to kill people." ”

The middle-aged man yīnyīn smiled: "This time it was only those princes and nobles in Kyoto who attacked, and when the master came back, I naturally had to start cleaning them up." ”

The blind boy shook his head.

The middle-aged man's hand gently stroked the wheelchair, as if guessing what the other party was afraid of, and after a moment, he frowned and said, "I know what you are afraid of, but in this secular world, apart from the child's father, who else has the ability to protect him from that unknown danger?"

The blind boy suddenly spoke, and his voice was still so emotionless: "A new identity, a life that is not disturbed." ”

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, smiled and nodded.

"Where?"

"Danzhou Port, where the owner's mother now lives. ”

After a moment of silence, the blind boy finally accepted the arrangement.

The middle-aged man smiled and pushed the wheelchair behind the blind boy, stretched out his hands to pick up the child in the bamboo basket, looked at the child's cute little face like ice sculpture, and sighed: "It's exactly the same as his mother, it's so beautiful." ”

He suddenly laughed and said, "This little guy will definitely have a future when he grows up." ”

His subordinates in the distance stood silently, and suddenly heard such a happy laugh from the adults, although their faces were still unmoving, but deep down they were very shocked, and they did not know what kind of important person this child was.

"Huh?"

The blind boy tilted his head and reached out to take the child back, though he was more innocent than the average human, but he was not willing to let the face of the baby in the basket get too close to the hand of the viper, and at the same time expressed a purely polite doubt in a monosyllabic word. The middle-aged man smiled, looking at the child's face, but there was something indescribable in his smile, which was particularly frightening:

"It's a ...... for a two-month-old child to be able to reach out and wipe the blood off his face, and to be able to sleep so soundly after experiencing such a terrible thing tonight."

His voice suddenly lowered so low that his subordinates couldn't hear the words he said behind him: "...... The child of the Celestial Veiner. ”

This middle-aged man holds great power in Kyoto, and his methods are extremely ruthless, but whenever the offending official falls into his hands, he will confide the truth within two days, and his eyes are even more vicious, but he is such an extraordinary person, and he does not see that this child is not sleeping sweetly, but fainting with fright.

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The heavenly vein, the heaven refers to the heavens, and the veins refer to the bloodline.

The meaning of the celestial vein refers to the bloodline left by the heavens in the world. In the legends of this world, every few hundred years, a bloodline left by God in the world begins to awaken.

This bloodline may represent a force that is too strong to resist, such as the great general in the distant kingdom of Nasus, who assassinated most of the members of the Barbarians' primitive council with his personal bravery and combat power at a historical juncture when the country was about to be destroyed by the barbarians. There are also those who show great talent in art or intellect, such as the Pol ** master who has just been dead for 300 years in the West and his wife playwright Fu Bo. Naturally, no one can prove that they are the bloodline left behind by the heavens to care for the suffering of the world. But in fact, these people brought peace to the world and many other things. Moreover, all the Celestial Veiners eventually disappeared without a trace, and no one, not even a country, could detect the clues. They only appeared and disappeared suddenly, leaving nothing to prove their existence except for some obscure records.

The middle-aged man in a wheelchair is one of the very few people who knows that the vision of the Heavenly Veiner really exists. For some reason, after Fan Shen died, his soul came to this world, and that's it...... Incredibly reincarnated into the body of a baby, and the baby's father or mother is actually the mysterious celestial veins on the continent.

By daybreak, the battlefield had been cleared, and the carriage was slowly moving up the stone road to the east, behind which a group of black sè cavalry and a pale middle-aged man sitting on a wheeled horse made a very eerie picture. The carriage slammed against the stones, swaying for a moment, waking up the baby lying flat on a soft silk mat.

The baby's eyes were a little blank away from the faces of the people who had saved their lives, and they looked at the front of the carriage, not at all like ordinary babies, their eyes wandering, they were clear but unable to focus, but there was a little more indescribable taste. No one knew that such a tender little body could contain a soul from a different world. As far as the eye could see, the curtain of the car at that place floated up with the oncoming wind, revealing a corner of the green mountain sè outside the car, and the long stone road behind the rapid retreat, like countless pictures, which were constantly rewinding.

In front of the carriage, the blind boy was holding the iron hammer in his hand tightly, and his eyes were covered with a black cloth, which blindfolded his eyes and the day.

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