Sikong still remembers that day, and it was raining like this.

That day, he had just finished practicing swords with a famous swordsman in Tai'an, and although his body was tired, his heart was extremely happy, like thousands of wild horses galloping, which aroused his raging ambition. So he had a bold idea in his heart to go to a place he had never dared to go before.

So he asked the master for three glasses of spirits, took a few sips, and with a little drunkenness, he led the horse to say goodbye to the master, and left the school field slowly.

Eventually, the horse stopped at the door of the Bright Moon Tower.

Sikong Xiang raised his head, looked seriously at the three gold-plated plaques with three big characters written on the top of his head, and hiccuped.

Although this kind of land of smoke and willows is a place for the nobles of Tai'an to play, but their Sikong family's family rules are extremely strict, Sikong Quan often says that wine hurts the body and insults the door, and he has always hated such places, so he does not allow his sons to run, and once they are discovered, they will inevitably be severely punished.

Sikong wanted to remember his father's ruthless methods, and couldn't help but shudder, but since he had already taken this step, he had to finish this road.

There is a way that wine is strong and intimidating, not to mention that it is a normal thing for princes and nobles to visit the kiln, and even more proud of it, Sikong thinks that those friends often laugh at him, the second son of the dignified Sikong clan, he can't even go to Mingyue Tower, and then he bragged about how many beautiful girls he was, and then ridiculed him again.

Sikong is angry, but he is helpless.

After all, his thoughts are the same as those of his friends, and heroes should be accompanied by swords, wine, and beauties.

So he stepped on the high threshold.

At the same time, the little guy guarding the door outside Mingyue Tower was also looking at him, and his eyes were clearly full of disdain.

Sikong thought that one foot had not yet landed, and he was pushed back, and those little guys laughed unceremoniously at him, a milky little fart child, has his hair grown, how dare he come to this Mingyue Tower?

Sikong Xiang looks extremely young and immature, and he is indeed very young.

He craned his neck and shouted that he would be able to bow his hair in a short time.

The little ones laughed even more happily, and told him to go back to feeding.

Sikong Xiang's face was red, and he revealed his identity in a fit of anger.

The faces of the little guys changed, they can't afford to mess with such people. So they nodded and apologized to Sikong for their sins, respectfully welcomed him in, and when they left, they still leaned over and read that adults must not care.

Sikong Xiang snorted in his nose and waved his hand to let them go, so he was too lazy to bother with these people.

Because of the magnanimity of the hero, he never cares about such trivial things, which is what is said in the book.

As soon as Sikong Xiang stepped into Mingyue Tower, he immediately caught the attention of almost all the girls. Most of these girls usually come into contact with some greasy middle-aged uncles, or some lewd sons, how have they ever seen such a handsome young man?

Fresh.

Sikong also felt fresh, and I learned a lot of things that I couldn't learn from books.

When he walked out of the Mingyue Tower again, it was already the second day's Shen Shi, the sky was much darker than usual, and it was raining lightly, and Sikong was drunk deeper than yesterday.

He was disheveled, and he stepped on the way home step by step, and in a daze along the way, he could not remember what had happened along the way, but remembered that the people were all running around in a panic, shouting "Something is wrong".

A gust of cold wind blew, Sikong wanted to shiver, and a moment of coolness came, which made him sober up a lot.

Only then did he remember that he had not returned all night, and that his shrewd father could guess what had happened and went back this time......

Sikong didn't dare to think about it anymore, but now that it was the aftermath, he finally began to feel scared, and even regretted it extremely much.

He remembered that the heroes in the book were the same, always doing things that he couldn't regret, but after thinking about it, heroes have to go through twists and turns.

He comforted himself like this, and returned to Sikong Mansion with a feeling of trepidation.

When he got home, he found that no one in the mansion would still care about his, even the always strict father didn't look at him more, and didn't say a word about his failure to return overnight, and everyone in the entire Sikong Mansion had fear and even despair on their faces.

No one was in the mood to bother with him about that little thing anymore.

He grabbed a steward and asked what was wrong.

The latter wept and told him that something had happened to the eldest prince.

Sikong wanted to squint his eyes, a flash of lightning flashed, reflecting the entire sky as if it were day, and there was a thunder explosion in his ears, and he raised his head suddenly.

It rained all of a sudden.

My grandfather was so sick that he collapsed in bed, unable to speak or move.

The servants in the Sikong Mansion left one by one as if they were fleeing, and in the end, only an old housekeeper and a few helpless servants remained.

My father was frowning all day long, getting thinner and thinner, and his back was getting more and more bowed.

But Sikong wants to remember that his father's eyes have not changed, but have become more and more sharp and gloomy, he remembers this kind of gaze, when he was young, he had seen it in the mountains and forests, and at a glance, it was unforgettable.

It was the wolf's gaze.

Sikong looked at the vermilion lacquer gate that had been deserted overnight and the pommel horse was extinct, and gently closed it, and none of the invited guests came.

He glanced back at the courtyard with fallen leaves and sighed heavily.

It's time for the crown.

He was only fifteen years old.

On that day, Sikong Quan solemnly handed over a sword to him, Sikong wanted to remember that this was a sword that symbolized the supreme power of Sikong Clan, he looked at this sword when he was young and drooled, and wanted to touch it, but his father slapped his hand away fiercely and angrily reprimanded him.

At that time, he didn't understand why his father was so angry.

Later, he learned that this should belong to the eldest brother, and this kind of thing, his own family, should not be robbed.

He used to be very envious of this sword, and secretly vowed to find a divine weapon that was not inferior to him, but he couldn't find it.

Now that the sword was in his hands, he suddenly couldn't be happy.

He respected his eldest brother, but at that moment he hated him very much.

Then his father told him a secret, a secret that shocked him beyond measure, and his hand went so weak that he almost threw the sword to the ground, and in this lightning, Sikong Quan held his trembling hand tightly, and his eyes were like lightning.

"Take it!"

Sikong thought of a spirit, held it tightly in his hand, and also took over his father's secret.

The assassin organization that shocked the world, Yu Linling, was a retainer and a dead soldier raised by their Sikong clan.

And this sword also has a resounding name, loud and a little harsh.

Dragon.

It's a big rebellion.

Sikong laughed self-deprecatingly, but his laughter was full of sadness, but he had no choice, everything was for Sikong's sake.

There are roads that are enough to sink deep into them with one foot, and there is never going to be a turning back.

He remembered that in the book, it was all said that way.