When Xiao Xuan woke up from the dream, it was still dark.

Unlike ordinary people who always have a few moments of grogginess when they first wake up, Xiao Xuan really woke up when he woke up. Every morning, as soon as he opened his eyes, he could hear distant voices and smell the fragrance of steamed buns a hundred steps away from the courtyard wall.

This was a habit that I had developed over the years as an Assassin. The Assassins' only mission was to kill, and most of them had never killed a single chicken or duck in their short lives. Obviously, this is one of the most dangerous professions in the world, so even things like eating and sleeping can't be as casual as ordinary people.

One is one, two is two, and if you miss it, you may be separated by life and death.

In order to complete some specific tasks, whether it is a desert or a grassland, whether it is in the cold snow, or in the scorching heat of the dense forest, Xiao Xuan has been there. In those unbearable situations for ordinary people, his spirit gradually became much stronger than his own **, and even after falling asleep, he would not be unaware of what was happening in the outside world.

He had never dreamed since he was born, so much so that he wondered if something was wrong with the world itself.

But, strangely, in the early hours of the morning, he had a dream.

What's even stranger is that as soon as he opened his eyes, he forgot the content of the dream.

That unbelievable dream faded away like smoke and morning dew.

Xiao Xuan lay there, quietly watching a spider crawling around on the beam. He wanted to remember what had happened to him in his dream, because vaguely, he felt that it was important to him.

Yet I couldn't think of anything.

Suddenly, he realized another question, if he really couldn't remember the content of the dream, why did he feel like he had dreamed?

This seemed to be an unanswered question, Xiao Xuan thought for a moment and decided not to think about it anymore.

He was ready to start sharpening his knives.

For an assassin who uses a knife in Guan Yu, it is very important to keep the blade sharp at all times. For Xiao Xuan, sharpening the knife is a kind of attitude on the surface.

Before killing, you must sharpen your sword, and sharpening your knife does not necessarily lead to killing.

The Zheng clan of Tianhai County, the Xie clan of Xiaoshan County, the Wang clan of Xianyan County, and the Yin Wulu clan, which is closest to the royal family, are the four largest families in the Great Xia Dynasty, and the power they have is difficult to express in a specific number. And just yesterday, he injured a member of the Zheng clan, although he is not particularly afraid of the other party's revenge, but if some people go crazy, it will really give him a headache.

Last night, he waited almost all night in his courtyard with a hatchet in hand, but no one appeared.

Of course, if it doesn't appear at this time, it doesn't mean that it will never appear, and he has dealt with these big surname families a lot, and his natural way, those who have grown up under the aura of the family elders since childhood, once their minds are narrow, they will be hopeless.

At that time, what Xiao Xuan didn't know was that the Zheng family of ten people didn't want to trouble him. Especially Zheng Ronghai, who was injured and extremely irritable, gritted his teeth and wanted to go back not long after walking out of the wind to the inn. In fact, somewhere a street away from the inn, those young men and women were already preparing to go back and regain face at the instigation of Zheng Ronghai.

It's just that something went wrong when it came to the end.

Xiao Xuan didn't know these things, so he still needed to sharpen his knife.

At this time, the knife he held in his hand was naturally the one that was commonly used, the one that had no other purpose than to kill.

This knife has been used for many years, but it never rusts. In addition to the fact that its owner scrubs it frequently, another reason is that it is used every few months.

Although the people of the Zheng family are disgusting, Xiao Xuan will not be stupid enough to kill each other in the capital and under the nose of Chiqi. As long as those young people don't come back to look for trouble, he naturally won't take the other party to heart anymore.

The young man with the knife in his hand stood in the morning breeze, watching the sky gradually turn white in the distance, and thought of something else.

The appearance of the Zheng family announced to him a fact from another point of view: the entrance examination of Wufeng Academy is getting closer and closer.

However, he had not yet started his practice.

The young man of the Zheng family who fought against him was at most a mid-grade refining body. Although Xiao Xuan ended the battle with a single sword, no one understood better than him that the other party was more defeated by carelessness and lack of combat experience. If he is given enough time to give, even Xiao Xuan will feel a little tricky.

According to Xiao Xuan's own estimates, if he met a cultivator at the peak realm of body refining, his chances of winning might be very small.

In this form, he is as calm and indifferent as him, and he also feels a little anxious in the passage of time.

Finished grinding.

Xiao Xuan pushed open the door of the hut, put the knife into the cage very seriously, and then prepared to boil porridge.

The moment he pushed the door out, the corner of his eye fell on something in the corner.

It was an old book with a yellowed cover.

Xiao Xuan frowned, and then raised his eyebrows, it actually took him two breaths to remember the origin of this book. In Yu Shi Niang's blacksmith shop, there was an old Taoist in a shabby robe who gave him such a book.

At that time, the old man gave himself the feeling that he was giving away this book, and he had given full play to the spirit of a ruffian, so he almost fell to his knees and wept bitterly. From the time this incident happened to the end, no matter how you look at it, there is a sense of joke.

Xiao Xuan didn't take that old behavior as a joke, but he didn't plan to take it very seriously. When he returned to the courtyard last night, before falling asleep in his wide clothes, he casually threw the old book somewhere, as if he had casually patted a little dust on his sleeve with his hand, and he didn't remember it until this moment.

If he hadn't seen it, he would have had reason to believe that the book, and the old way of delivering it, might have disappeared from his memory.

But with just one glance, he could no longer take his eyes off the book.

Why is that?

It was obviously a dilapidated old book, and it didn't even have a title.

The book was very thin, probably no more than a hundred pages, so thin that it could hold anything that Xiao Xuan thought he might use.

Its corners seem to have been turned over countless times by many doubles, slightly rolled up, revealing the pale yellow pages inside.

This is an old book that is nothing more ordinary.

Not even ordinary.

In Lao Dao's hands, when he saw it for the first time, Xiao Xuan didn't see anything special about it.

But when he looked at it again, the book lay there quietly, and his eyes and even his mind were completely attracted to it, and he could no longer move it.

An old book, which was originally very thin, had an incomparably heavy feeling in Xiao Xuan's eyes at this moment, and the yellowed and slightly scrolled corners of the book were reflected in his eyes, and there was a bit of solemnity and sacredness.

He wanted to get close to the book.

Wanted to get it in your hands.

I want to see what's in the book.

Xiao Xuan felt a little uneasy and worried, because he had never had this kind of emotion for anyone or anything that could be called **. But he was still a little confused, and the old book strongly attracted him, but it didn't make him feel any danger.

The next moment, when he came back to his senses, his fingertips had already touched the cover of the book.

It was no different from any book he had ever touched before, there was no warmth in the fingers as far as his fingers could reach, and it was a little rough, unlike the well-packaged classics of famous artists.

He was about to open the cover of the book, but to his surprise, he actually felt a little nervous.

Although he didn't think that what he needed most at the moment was to know how to start cultivating, and he didn't think that the other party would be so coincidental to give him a secret book that would guide him on how to open that door, but he just hoped for it.

He knew very well that he didn't necessarily want those peerless exercise cheats, as long as he could push open that door and see the mountain behind the door, then no matter how high that mountain was, he would have the courage and confidence to climb along.

Xiao Xuan knew that under the rule of the Great Xia Dynasty, all the classics and books on cultivation were firmly controlled by the sect family, the official court, and the state religion, and the Si Tianjian closely monitored the circulation of such books in any kind of channel. Ordinary people have no access to this kind of books, in other words, the chances of ordinary people being able to open that door are slim.

This is also the reason why he wants to join the Wufeng Academy in every possible way, and without anyone's guidance, he wants to open the door of cultivation, unless a miracle comes down from heaven.

But when he turned the first page of the book, he froze.

It's not because there are some peerless treasures or the secrets of some great sect recorded on it, but because it's ......

There's nothing on it!

He froze and quickly turned the back pages until he reached the last page.

Still nothing.

This is a wordless book.

No book can be written without a word.

What the old Taoist gave to himself can't actually be called a book at all, it's just a pile of waste paper.

After being stunned for a moment, a wry smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Xuan's mouth, and he felt that he couldn't help but be a little impatient, and he had some gains and losses. Since the memory of the previous life, he has never encountered such a thing as a pie falling from the sky, and he will not believe it. Inexplicably met a gossip Taoist, and then got a supreme treasure book to go to the pinnacle of life, such a plot may belong to anyone and will not belong to him.

Xiao Xuan was a little disappointed, but soon this loss was thrown out of his mind.

"Xiao Xuan, Xiao Xuan, the genius has just dawned, and it hasn't had time to get dark yet, so don't dream anything. ”

The so-called gain inevitably means loss, which is already doomed at the moment of gain. Since you have never gained it, why do you lose it? If you don't lose it, why are you disappointed?

Since the wordless old paper could not help him in any way, he planned to throw it away.

However, feeling the heaviness of this old book in his hands, for some reason, he couldn't make up his mind. For a decisive Assassin, hesitation was rare. He didn't understand why, so he left the book on the desk in the room and decided not to think about it anymore.

After leaving the small courtyard, Xiao Xuan came to the inn and started a busy day.

Although the huge flow of visitors attracted by the introductory test is far from reaching the south of the city, at the insistence of the innkeeper, in order to leave a good impression on those guests who have not yet moved in, the only two living people of the Fenglai Inn began to be busy cleaning and renovating.

"You know, whatever we need to do at night, we must never forget what we have to do during the day. ”

"Yes, I'm not going to spend more money to renovate the inn, because it's not necessary, but it won't cost a few dollars to sweep the lobby and put a few pots of flowers and plants in the rooms upstairs. ”

"Also, anyway, on the surface, I am still your boss, until you go somewhere else, I am still your boss, you are my helper, since this is the case, then you will do whatever I ask you to do. ”

"Don't look at me like that, there's still a pile of firewood in the backyard that hasn't been chopped, why don't you hurry up?"

......

For three days in a row, Xiao Xuan was living the life of a real teenager helper.

For the first time, he felt a deep powerlessness for his identity by cleaning the kitchen.

That night, after a busy day, Xiao Xuan lay down on the bed, feeling that his legs no longer belonged to him, and every pore in his body was showing fatigue.

The moonlight shone in through the window and fell on the boy's body.

It's quiet, it's soft.

After tossing and turning for a long time, the young man who couldn't practice got up and had to admit the fact that he had lost sleep again.