It was a night in Chang'an City, and the full moon covered by dark clouds heralded a rain in Chang'an.

In Chang'an City, in a quiet street, the Chen family's mansion is located in the middle of the street, which should be a quiet street, but at this time, it is shouting to kill the sky.

I don't know what the reason is, a group of people wearing armor and fierce faces, armed with big knives, rushed into the Chen family's mansion, without any reason, they killed people when they saw them.

Dark clouds shrouded the night sky, and a heavy rain poured down, but it could not hide the smell of blood in this quiet street.

A six-year-old boy wakes up from his sleep and looks in horror at everything in the mansion.

Amid the screams and wails, the children heard heart-rending cries.

"San'er, let's go! Get away from here, stay away from Chang'an!"

Bewildered, the child looked towards the source of the sound.

As far as the eye can see, there is the greatest misery in heaven and earth, his parents were slashed with a knife, and blood filled the courtyard.

The child seemed to understand what was going on, and he was screaming, a terrible scream, coming from his tender throat.

Obviously, in such a one-sided slaughter, the voices of children did not come far in the mansion, which was filled with screams.

"Young Master, let's go!" In the chaos, the child was picked up and fled in the mansion.

"Fauber, let go of me, let go of me. "The child struggled with his strong arms as he watched his parents fall to the ground with blood on their faces.

The man called Fubo, with a horrified look in his eyes, put his hand over the child's mouth, and rushed towards a very secret place.

"Young Master, you have to live well, remember today's events, and never forget!" After hiding the child, in order to divert the attention of those people, Faber rushed out.

Then the child saw that Fauber, who had just rushed out, was beheaded by a knife.

Filled with blood, this is a tragedy in Chang'an City.

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On the Minshan Road, a bonfire was raised, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Zhang Haokong were waiting for the young man who had fallen asleep in the distance to wake up.

The girl from the Holy Land of the Southern Demon Clan had already gone to Chang'an City, so naturally she would not wait for the young man.

A teenager who has experienced a tragic battlefield has slept from daytime to starry night.

During this time, the teenager who was burned by the fire has been dealt with simply.

Fortunately, the burns are large, but they are not fatal.

"It's really tenacious!" Zhang Haokong looked at the sleeping teenager, and his face became more and more pleasing to the eyes.

The Tang Dynasty respected the strong, although the young man was not a cultivator and could not compare to him in terms of strength, but he had an extreme resilience.

Resilience is the foundation of being strong.

A young man has this precious quality.

"Is he really not suitable for cultivation?" said His Royal Highness the Crown Prince on the side, as if he wanted to confirm again.

Zhang Haokong's expression froze, and then he shook his head helplessly.

When Chen San was asleep, he tested Chen San to see if he had the talent for cultivation.

After all, when he was in Yulong Town, he once said that the boy was born with a sword embryo, and this kind of physique was enough for the boy to easily step into the path of sword cultivation.

"Although he was born with a sword embryo, it is a pity that the meridians around his body are blocked, even if he is born with a sword vein, but the aura of heaven and earth cannot circulate in the body, and it has no effect. Zhang Haokong said with regret.

Such a teenager, whose life is like weeds, has strong resilience, but the heavens do not seem to be very kind to him.

The opening and closing or blockage of the internal organs and qi of the human body are all formed by nature, and no matter how much they practice, they cannot be changed.

Zhang Haokong regretted that in his opinion, the young man who was sleeping on the Minshan Road had thirty-six tricks in his body, even if he only had ten tricks, and with the tenacity of the teenager, the future was limitless.

It's just that the fate of the young man is really not good, and he has no knowledge of the thirty-six qi tricks, and no matter how good his potential is, it is useless.

"In that case, then there is no need to put in more effort. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said calmly.

I thought that when I met a young man born with a sword embryo in Yulong Town, he would be his right-hand man when he entered Chang'an City in the future, but now I want to be in it, but my expectations are too high.

Zhang Haokong's eyebrows were raised slightly, looking at the calm His Royal Highness the Prince, knowing that that sentence easily decided the fate of the young man.

He was silent for a moment and said: "A young man like him, in Chang'an City, although he is like a cloud, after a few years, with his youthful temperament, he will definitely be able to become an extremely outstanding soldier in the Tang Dynasty." ”

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince nodded, but shook his head quickly.

"After three years of being a proton in the Qin Dynasty, some people in the court still defected after all, favoring the prince, and when they first returned to the court, the foundation was unstable, Chen San was naturally able to become an extremely outstanding soldier, but unfortunately it had no effect on me. ”

In the Tang Dynasty, outstanding soldiers abounded, but they were not as important as the Fuyao Academy.

"His Royal Highness promised that young man?" Zhang Haokong was of course referring to the Fuyao Academy Entrance Examination.

"Naturally, I'll help him out. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said.

Under the calm night sky, as if he had thought of something, Zhang Haokong said with some expectation: "Although he can't practice, but the world is impermanent, if he can enter the holy mountain behind the school palace, he may not be able to step into cultivation from this." ”

In the holy mountain behind the Fuyao School Palace, it is a magical place, and the most amazing thing is that there are ordinary martial artists who have created an unprecedented road in the Divine Tablet Forest.

Six thousand years ago, Ke Taichu, the first person in swordsmanship, was in that holy mountain, changed his life against the sky and created a new path in the world - sword cultivation.

If Chen San really entered that holy mountain, who knows what wonderful things will happen, maybe he will really step into cultivation.

"That holy mountain?" His Royal Highness the Crown Prince shook his head and said, "Although his mental martial arts skills are good, if you want to enter that holy mountain, I'm afraid your confidence in him is too high." ”

Fuyao School Palace provides a large number of Tianjiao and capable people for governing the country for the Tang Dynasty every year, but everyone knows that only the holy mountain behind the School Palace is fundamental.

Zhang Haokong shook his head and sighed, who can enter that holy mountain, who is not a cultivator, so far, only six thousand years ago, that legendary figure, Ke Taichu, entered that holy mountain with ordinary martial arts.

No one knows how Ke Taichu entered that holy mountain with the identity of an ordinary martial artist, but he is a legendary figure.

And the boy who was sleeping on the road of Minshan, although Zhang Haokong admired him very much, he also knew that it was too difficult to enter that holy mountain.

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The sleepy boy suddenly opened his eyes, and in the darkness of the night, he looked like a stalking tiger.

That dream, extremely real, so real that it made him immersive, accompanied by a night of blood and bones, was exactly what he experienced twelve years ago.

However, the boy obviously didn't have time to be sad, because on the road to Minshan, he felt a trace of murderous intent.

"There is a second wave of killings in Minshan!"

In the dark night, Chen San decisively rushed to the front of His Royal Highness the Prince, picked up the longbow next to him, and aimed the arrow in one direction.

Zhang Haokong also had a solemn look in his eyes, and an invisible aura swept around, but he didn't find the killer hidden in the dark.

Those who can not reveal their traces under the investigation of the monks are either carrying the secret treasure of isolating the qi machine on their bodies, or they have used the assassination technique to the extreme.

"The second wave of killings shouldn't be the same group. Zhang Hao said emptyly.

Otherwise, the time of the attack and killing would not have been so long.

There are two groups in the dynasty who do not want His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to return home safely.

One of them is the prince, so who else is it?

"There are three murderous auraes. Chen San's eyes were solemn, and the bow and arrow in his hand were ready to go.

Under the calm night sky, the feather arrow in the young man's hand roared and shot out towards a dark place, like the entrance to hell.

A dull sound rang out at the entrance to the Hell, the sound of feathered arrows striking tree trunks.

"Could it be you?" Chen San felt this assassination technique deep in his mind, and he was muttering to himself.

It seems to be excited, but it also seems to be afraid.

In the entire Tang Dynasty, there was only one person who could master this kind of assassination technique.

Xu Hu, one of the five tigers in the Tang Dynasty, was powerful and powerful.

In the twelfth year, the bloody case in Chang'an City was controlled by Xu Hu.

For twelve years, countless days and nights, the boy wanted to see this man and killed him with his own hands.

The sound of the feather arrow taking the bow and the bowstring being taut under the calm night sky was particularly harsh, and a few people on Minshan Mountain would not relax because of this harsh sound, because the killer hidden in the dark was approaching.

Two black-clad assassins flashed out of the night, two rusty knives drawn from their waists.

Like striking iron, a series of extremely piercing sounds of metal blades colliding erupted in the calm night sky.

The swords collided, Chen San's body flicked upward, quickly threw away the bow and arrow, drew out the Pu knife, and went from top to bottom.

The razor-sharp blade slashed down from above, slicing the shoulder blade of one of the black-clad assassins and slashing into his chest.

Ignoring the miserable howl of the man in black, Chen San turned his wrist, pulled out the Pu knife from the assassin's chest, and slashed it down to the side.

In the calm night, there was another terrible howl, and the head of another man in black was cut off, and blood was scattered all over Minshan.

There's a third Assassin in the night!

The ghostly assassin fell from behind the young man, and the short blade in his hand was aimed at Chen San's neck without looking back.

The boy turned around violently, and the third assassin was immediately cut in half, and his body was broken in two.

"You ......" The assassin who was slashed into his chest was not killed immediately, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

How did this decisive teenager know their assassination skills so clearly.

Chen San didn't speak, and the Pu Dao slashed again, directly into his head.

"I want to know why I know your assassination technique?" Chen San said to himself with a ruthless look in his eyes, "Because, I have been preparing for twelve years in order to understand you. ”

That dream, which lasted for twelve years, was the reality of the tragic murder of the young man.