In the past 100 years, since the proprietor of Taizu, the Great Zheng Dynasty has had six emperors, and after several generations of hard work, it has ushered in a prosperous era like flowers. However, the prosperity must decline, and the extremes of things must be reversed. At this time, the wind of extravagance and corruption is becoming more and more prevalent, prosperous and arrogant, rich and luxurious, arrogant and lazy, extravagant and greedy, greedy and corrupt, and corrupt and defeated. The decline is beginning to take shape.

The summer is over, the wind from the north is blowing, and the weather is getting colder and colder day by day.

In the eastern capital, yellow dead leaves are flying in the streets and alleys, the trees on both sides of the streets have long since withered their leaves, and the bare branches are like spears piercing the sky, which shows the solemnity of autumn.

Occasionally, a few prisoners in prison clothes were escorted away by officials, stepping on the rustling of fallen leaves and the bleak autumn wind, adding another point of desolation.

The Anguo Mansion is in the east of the inner city, the mansion is luxurious, covering a vast area, and it is half a square large.

Put a pair of three-meter-high stone lions at the gate, and the lion neck has thirteen sideburn bumps, which is called the meaning of thirteen Taibao. It cannot be placed in the house of non-public, waiting, and first-class officials. For each downgrade of the official's rank, the lion's sideburns and bumps should be reduced by one, and stone lions are not allowed to be placed in front of the door below the seventh rank.

On both sides of the stone lion, there is a team of armored soldiers with goose wings lined up, and in front of the vermilion gate, there are two teams of black brocade guards on both sides, and there are such battles in the eastern capital, where there are countless magnates, which shows the weight of the power of the Anguo Mansion.

An Guogong is a descendant of Xiao Lin, the founder of the country who led the world with the owner a hundred years ago.

In his later years, the proprietor became increasingly suspicious, so he transferred the elite of the world's soldiers to form the Son of Heaven's pro-army and placed it outside the eastern capital. and dispatched the elite of the Son of Heaven's pro-army to form a secret guard. Give the secret guard the right to spy on the world, and also have the right to directly advise the emperor, without the trial of the three halls, and the law has the right to arbitrarily punish the prison. Temporary Dark Guard weight. In addition, because the secret guards responsible for criminal investigation are divided into two guards, the outer guards have their own prisons for cases approved by the emperor, and can arrest, torture, and execute on their own.

For a while, regardless of the officials and the people, they changed color when they heard the secret guard.

This generation of An Guogong, with a single name and a martyr, is now ranked among the five major governors, serving as the governor of the dark guard, and the chief of the secret guard.

The Anguo Mansion is very large, divided into five courtyards, and the five courtyards are connected. The middle road is the main courtyard, which is Xiao Lie's residence.

Early in the morning, one of the small courtyards in the east courtyard of the Anguo Mansion. Xiao Yu, the eldest prince of Anguo Mansion, stood in the courtyard in a black brocade robe, with a slightly thin face and a resolute face, which was six points similar to Xiao Lie, the Duke of Anguo.

The whole yard was cold, it was deserted.

There were only two little servants guarding the door, and no one else.

A withered yellow leaf fell from the sky flutteringly, Xiao Yu's body moved slightly, and the yellow leaf was already pierced by the long sword in Xiao Yu's hand.

Xiao Yu raised the long sword in his hand and stared at the yellow leaves on the long sword that were pierced by the long sword. This sword was a gift from his mother on his fifteenth birthday.

Xiao Yu's one hand shook slightly, and the yellow leaves on the sword body turned into dots of fragments.

This is also one of the few things left to him by Xiao Yu's mother.

Xiao Lie, who was originally the concubine of the Duke of Anguo, had no power and no power.

Xiao Yu's mother was the daughter of a cabinet scholar before marrying Xiao Lie, and everyone was beautiful. Piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, housekeeper female red are proficient, and the two fell in love at first sight at a lantern festival at the beginning of the year. Although Xiao Lie is a concubine, he is also a talent, and he is a young talent who is erudite and versatile. Xiao Yu's grandfather couldn't resist his stubborn daughter, and finally married his daughter to Xiao Lie. Xiao Lie was already extraordinary, and with the help of the power of his wife's family, he operated in many ways, and after the death of the old An Guogong, he ascended to the position of An Guogong in one fell swoop.

Originally, this was also a good story, but I didn't want to break out a few years later, the prince's rebellion case was exposed, and Xiao Yu's grandfather was implicated.

Xiao Lie, who is already the Duke of An Guo and is in charge of the secret guard, is loyal to show his loyalty, and in order to draw a line with his father-in-law, Xiao Lie killed his wife with his own hands. Sure enough, the Sacred Heart was happy, Xiao Lie Qingyun went straight up, and took over the power of the secret guard.

That year, Xiao Yu was fifteen years old.

The revenge of killing the mother is not shared, and the enemy is close at hand but cannot be avenged. A complicated look of helplessness and resentment appeared on Xiao Yu's face.

"Grandpa, you told me not to blame him too much when you left, but I couldn't. ”

Xiao Yu's eyes showed hatred, "Of course, it's not his fault alone, if it weren't for the Ninety-Five Supreme who was high above the court, how could my current family be ruined!"

Somehow, Xiao Yu remembered a poem by the rebels of the previous dynasty.

"If I am the ...... of the Green Emperor in his year," Xiao Yu muttered two sentences.

If I am the Green Emperor, what should I do?

Of course, it won't be a peach blossom blooming together.

When my flowers bloom, a hundred flowers will be killed!

Xiao Yu was expressionless, burying this rebellious mind deep in his heart.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves in the wind are more and more urgent.

Hastily!

A sword light flashed, and a yellow leaf was split in half from the middle.

Xiao Yu drew his sword again, and the long sword was like a dragon.

Xiao Yu's sword danced more and more urgently, as if he had to chop the yellow leaves in the sky into countless pieces in order to vent his resentment.

The early morning sunlight fell on the blade of the long sword, refracting stripes of white light. With the dance of the long sword, the white light became practiced.

The sword in Xiao Yu's hand became more and more urgent, and the long sword in his hand almost turned into a "light wheel".

Countless fallen leaves were strangled by the light wheel and turned into countless fragments.

Xiao Yu walked forward with his sword, and took a step forward in the flying yellow leaves in the sky, this step was only more than a foot away, and with one foot on the ground, smoke and dust flew up, leaving a footprint.

The second step increases the distance, from one foot to two feet.

He took nine steps in quick succession, leaving nine faint footprints on the bluestone ground, and the distance of each step gradually increased.

By the ninth step, it was already two feet away. If there were a real person from the Dao Sect who had achieved cultivation at this time, he would definitely be able to recognize that there were traces of the Taoist Sect's stepping on the gang in Xiao Yu's steps.

After Xiao Yu took nine steps, his momentum reached its peak. A sword fell.

A deep sword mark was left on the bluestone ground beneath his feet.

The yellow leaves in the sky were cut open by a sword.

A moment later, the fluttering fragments of yellow leaves fell from the sky, and the ground was full of fallen leaf fragments.

Xiao Yu looked at the long sword in his hand and sighed, "No matter how much you practice this sword, you can't practice it." ”

If you are not a cultivator, how can you take great revenge?

Xiao Yu's swordsmanship is a Confucian swordsmanship learned since childhood, although his grandfather once said that he built a foundation for him, but he has not noticed anything special until now.

Over the years, Xiao Yu has also thought of other ways. But Xiao Lie himself doesn't teach, so no matter whether the cultivators outside the mansion or the cultivators in the secret guard, who would dare to go past Xiao Lie, the grandfather of Anguo?

In the past five years, Xiao Yu has practiced every day in addition to swordsmanship, there are only two methods, one is the three-sword method that his grandfather said, and the other is the technique of stepping on the gang passed down by Xiao Lie in his early years, which is called Nine Steps and Nine Floors.

"Even the lowest of the three swords, the sword of the Shuren, must be the sword of a cultivator......," Xiao Yu said softly as he looked at the yellow leaves flying in the sky.

The autumn wind swelled, bringing Xiao Yu's whispers and the fallen leaves all over the ground to the unknown sky.