Since the Great Yan unified the Eastern Territory, the level of martial artists in the entire Great Yan Dynasty has also risen.

In the beginning, the person who guarded the library was just an innate martial artist.

But now, guarding the library pavilion are three martial artists at the peak of the innate realm!

If it was An Ming in the past, as a half-step great master, it would naturally not be a problem to deal with the three of them.

But he will also be discovered.

But now it's different.

Directly stepping over the realm of the Great Grandmaster, so that An Ming's half-step figure moved, and he floated directly into the library pavilion.

Not only did the guards on the bright side of the Library Pavilion fail to find out, but even the three innate peak martial artists hidden in the dark part of the Library Pavilion did not notice it at all.

An Ming rushed all the way into the library pavilion, but walked in a different direction.

On the top floor of the library is the top martial arts books.

On the other side, there are the most confidential files of Dayan.

An Ming didn't know what level of secrecy that matter would be recognized, so he had to start with the highest level.

Or maybe he didn't know what level it would be in his current capacity.

That was the truth about his father's death!

This incident has been bothering him for many years, and the black-robed man who taught him martial arts once said that his father did not fall off a cliff and died.

What is the truth?!

The black-robed man asked him to find the truth by himself after he became a martial artist, but An Ming felt that this matter was not simple.

Out of this inexplicable feeling, he did not ask King Yan to grant him the right to look through the confidential files.

Instead, after he broke through to a half-step step, he came secretly.

He didn't even want people to know that he had broken through, so he chose to break through in an unnamed barren mountain thousands of kilometers outside the city.

In this way, no one can know that he has broken through.

At the same time, no one will know that he is already capable of finding the truth.

An Ming's eyes hidden in the shadows became more and more solemn, and the things that had plagued him for more than ten years might be able to get an answer today.

With a tap of your toes, you can quickly climb the stairs.

Soon, he reached the top floor of the library, and at this moment, a large door appeared in front of him.

Looking at this door, his breathing couldn't help but rapid.

He was well aware that

Push open this door, and the truth may be inside.

Push open this door, and he may be able to get the truth that he has been thinking about for more than ten years!

"Whew-"

An Ming exhaled heavily, forcibly calming down his excited emotions.

Then he gently pushed the door open with a solemn expression.

"Squeak-"

The door seemed to have not been opened for too long, and when it was pushed open, not only a thick layer of smoke fell, but also a loud sound.

An Ming looked at the scene in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

I saw that the secret room behind this gate was very empty.

Because there were no other objects in this secret room, only three tables placed in the middle of the secret room, and each of them had a file on it.

Three tables, three files.

An Ming slowly walked in, came to the table on the far left, and picked up the file.

The cover of Dayan's confidential file is logically wordless.

But on this file, there is strange handwriting.

But this file has been sealed here for too long, and it has been stained with a thick layer of dust, and it is impossible to see what the handwriting on it is.

An Ming took a deep breath, then stretched out his slightly trembling thumb and gently brushed away the dust on it.

Looking at the handwriting that revealed the whole picture, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes were full of excitement.

On this cover, there are two words written impressively.

An Wei!

His father's name is An Wei!

An Ming's face was overflowing with joy, and he hurriedly opened the file.

The first page is a portrait of An Wei.

On the face of an ordinary middle-aged man, there is a scar that spans the entire face.

This is what his father looks like!

An Ming caressed the portrait tremblingly, and his eyes couldn't help but start to moisten.

His father, he didn't even have a portrait of his father.

Since his father's death, his father's appearance has only stayed in the vague memory of his childhood.

It was only today that he 'looked' at his father again.

"Daddy........"

An Ming looked at this portrait and couldn't help himself for a long time, and his expression was full of warm smiles.

Those childhood memories came to my mind at once, and my father's voice and smile were even vivid.

In the end, An Ming still turned the page and wanted to see the record behind.

But as soon as he opened it, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and he was stunned for a while.

The first line of this page has two words.

An Wei.

The second line has four words written on it.

Innate Warrior!

"How could it be ......," An Ming muttered, his face full of incredulity.

How can it be?

How can it be?!

That ordinary middle-aged man, that ordinary mountain and forest medicine picker.

How could it be an innate martial artist!!

He quickly flipped through the remaining pages of the file, and the hundreds of words sprinkled on it were all records of An Wei's life deeds, and he carefully read them word by word.

In the end, he drooped his right hand holding the file with a sluggish face, and suddenly collapsed directly to the ground.

His mouth was still muttering, "How is it possible....... How could it be ........"

Those records were only reduced to a few key words in his mind at the moment.

An Wei.

Innate warrior.

The former rebel henchman - Luo Runlin's hired killer.

"How could it be ......." An Ming looked at the file in his hand in disbelief.

This is what he calls his father?

The identity of the herb picker is just a cover-up.

The so-called family is just to hide his identity as a killer.

The heavy money earned by being a killer is not to make the family live a better life, but just to let himself spend all his time drinking.

The so-called going out of the city to collect medicine, going for a month and a half, is just leaving them to be a killer, or to spend money and have fun.

"Impossible...... It couldn't be ......."

Although An Ming was still muttering in his mouth, he still stood up with support and crawled, went to the second table to pick up the second file and looked down.

Above the cover, there are four big characters.

The cause of An Wei's death!

Seeing this, An Ming's emotions became even more excited, and he quickly turned the first page.

But after reading this page, his eyes widened and he froze in disbelief.

This page is not many words, but it completely recounts the causes and consequences of the death of his father An Wei.

And An Ming's gaze was condensed on the last sentence.

In order to protect the rebel henchman Luo Runlin, An Wei was beheaded by Yun Feiqi, the guest of the fourth prince Xiao Lin, on the street of Pingcheng. ”

Xiao Lin, the fourth prince of the year........

Isn't that the current King of Yan?!

His guest back then, Yun Feiqi.......

Today's Marquis of Wu'an, the general of Zhenguo.

His father was actually killed by Yun Feiqi?!

Killed by Wu Anhou?!

An Ming looked at this file, and there was disbelief in his pupils.

Wu Anhou?

Why that Wu Anhou?

That Wu Anhou, who leaned towards the government and the opposition, but smiled gently at him, a ten-year-old little eunuch?

That Wu Anhou who once told him to have good thoughts in his heart no matter what kind of predicament he was in in the future?

That Wu Anhou, who was regarded by him as a lifelong martial arts goal?

That, the Marquis of Wu An, whom he respects immensely?

An Ming looked at the ground with a blank gaze.

Wu Anhou......

When he was taught martial arts by the black-robed man, no matter how hard and tired he was, he had two things in mind.

One is to find the truth about his father's death.

The other is to stand side by side with Wu Anhou on the martial arts one day!

But now, the dossier told him......

His father,

Was he killed by Wu Anhou?!

An Ming stared at the red sockets, took a deep breath, and then set his eyes on the third table in the secret room.

The file on the table was just a folded piece of paper, with no writing on it.

He trembled and picked up the piece of paper and opened it gently.

This piece of paper has only two lines of words.

But these two lines of words made him tremble!

"Weekdays are in late spring in the fourth year, and on the third day of February. ”

"Wu'an Hou Yunfei Qi, got the warrant of King Yan, and entered the top floor of the library to take a look. ”