A month later, Chang'an

"What?!" The man sitting on the dragon chair slapped his hand on the arm of the chair and said angrily: "Little Loulan dares to collude with the Huns to rob and kill my Han envoy?" This young and handsome man is the emperor of the current dynasty - Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty.

"Exactly, Your Majesty, this is the news that has just come from Dunhuang County, the envoy we sent has not returned for a long time, and then the Dunhuang guard sent people to look for him, and found that he has died in the desert a hundred miles west of Dunhuang. ”

General Gongsun He reported to Emperor Wu the news he had just gotten, and there was a trace of pain in his voice. This time, it was his close friend who was ordered to send Loulan to Loulan, Leng Aotian, the governor of Dunhuang County, but he didn't expect him to go and not return.

"Hmph! King Loulan is really getting bolder!" Emperor Wu of Han's hand slapped heavily on the arm of the dragon chair. Glancing at Gongsun He, Emperor Wu paused, and continued: "So, you know...... How did that envoy die?"

"Your Majesty, please rest assured, he killed himself. Gongsun He pondered for a moment, and then added: "Our plan should not have been leaked yet, otherwise he would not have killed himself to keep it a secret." ”

Emperor Wu listened to this, and then calmed down his anger slightly.

"I heard that he is the governor of Dunhuang County?"

"Exactly. ”

"Well, you are worthy of being a warrior of my Han Dynasty! "Emperor Wu decreed.

"Yes, I obey. ”

Gongsun He received the will and retreated respectfully.

Dunhuang Cold House

A woman knelt in front of the mourning hall with a young boy of about 10 years old, both dressed in vegetarian clothes. The woman sat on her knees, weeping quietly as she burned paper in the brazier.

The little boy had red eyes and stubbornly did not shed a single tear. He just silently and intently stared at the spiritual position placed on the mourning hall - the dragon and phoenix danced on it and wrote in a strong font: Fu Leng Aotian Spiritual Seat.

In his young heart, he knew very well that his father, whom he admired and loved the most, had now become this cold spirit card.

But the little boy still stared at the spirit tablet persistently, as if he only looked at it like this, the lifeless tablet would be transformed into a flesh-and-blood father, the father who took him to practice swords and play with him.

On this day, he secretly made up his mind-

I must avenge my father at any cost!

Ten years later

Leng Qiongming, known as the Cold Swordsman, is indifferent and ruthless, relying on his supreme martial arts to crisscross the desert. No one knew who his master was, and no one knew who he was, for all who had seen him were notorious wicked men, and none of them survived—they all died.

The only thing people know is that the most sensational thing in the martial arts of Leng Qiongming is that he killed all the people of the most famous cult in the desert, the Poison Fire Sect, overnight, and has become famous ever since.

There is also a legend that somehow the cold dome hates the Huns very much. As long as he saw the Huns oppressing people from other weak countries, he would definitely draw his sword to help.

But legends are just legends after all, and no one knows what kind of person Leng Qiongming is!

Dunhuang

A man in black, with a long body and a condensed aura exuding from his body, stood quietly in front of a mansion.

The man was carrying a leather bag diagonally behind him, and according to the shape of the leather bag behind him, it was revealed that it contained a sword-like weapon. The mansion in front of him had obviously not been inhabited for a long time, the red paint on the old vermilion lacquer gate had fallen off, the pair of stone lions lying on both sides were also slightly damaged, and the bluestone steps were covered with grass...... But you can still feel how prosperous this mansion was in the past from this dilapidated scene.

The man in black stood still for a moment, then stepped forward and pushed open the dilapidated door.

He walked through the courtyard and found a room with great familiarity, where a thick layer of dust had accumulated on a wooden table, on which two wooden tablets were crooked. The man in black walked over and stared at the tablet, his indifferent eyes seemed to flash with a flash of water, but only for a moment, his eyes returned to their usual indifference.

The man in black picked up the tablet gently, wiped the dust off it with his sleeve, put the tablet on the table in a dignified manner, and then fell to his knees with a thud and kowtowed to the tablet three times.

"Father, mother, the child is back to see you! The revenge has not yet been avenged, and the child can't take the second elder away this time, but the child swears that after the child takes revenge, he will definitely come back to meet the second elder! May the father and mother be in the spirit of heaven and bless the child to find the enemy as soon as possible!"