"It's better to die like that," he said to himself, "why wake up again?"

Laughter rang out, and he turned his ears in surprise. It was laughter, but it wasn't the familiar sound of a dream, it was like a night wind passing through the woods, or a bird laughing. The strange laughter seemed to come from someone's chest, flickering and unrecognizable. Laughter, which at first seemed far away, finally gathered around him, and he tried to turn his head to look, but he couldn't see anyone. Fear erupted, and he felt like he was surrounded by unseen demons who were going to pull at his soul and then separate and devour himself.

"I can't die yet! I can't die yet!" he said to himself, desperately trying to move, and there was a kind of exhaustion in his body that made him want to lie down forever.

A few silver arcs of light suddenly passed in front of his eyes, and his heart moved, and he finally saw people. It was the black-clad attendants, who were all crouching in the ground like scavenging jackals, so they were not easy to spot. They only showed two eyes, but they were not loyal and silent during the day, but full of joy for killing. It didn't look like a human look at all, and the three attendants crouched over, gesturing at him with evil knives, as if to cut him into pieces and eat him.

The boy understands his mistake, he knows too many things, these secrets are revealed, and it is not only this small town in the mountains that is shaken, but Kyushu, if the old man does not accept him as an apprentice, then he can only kill him.

And the old man has already made a decision.

The low chuckle from the chests of the black-clothed attendants suddenly disappeared, and invariably, they rushed forward and raised the evil sword in their hands high!

The quiet summit was suddenly filled with a voice, and the knives in the hands of the attendants were also stunned.

It was the boy's roar, and before he died, he shouted the words in his already stiff throat:

"My name is Shohei!"

"I'm coming from far away!"

"I want to serve Mr. Kei Broom and learn the art of the royal road from Mr.!"

"I can't die!

No one dared to imagine that this dying man could still speak like this, it was a roar. No one knew what the young man was trying to say at the end, he ignored the knives at all, but just stared at the sky with wide eyes, tears sliding down his cheeks.

Quiescence.

The attendants exchanged glances, and the boy named Shohei had lost his voice. The leaky firewood was vigorously pushed open, creaking and creaking, and the old man sat quietly in the door.

"What's your name?"

"Will be flat. ”

"Where did it come from?"

"Far away. ”

"Why don't you go the long way?"

"I hope to be able to hold a broom and serve the sir. ”

"What about serving me?"

"I hope to learn the art of kingship from Mr. ”

"Then, come with me!"

When the black-clothed attendants walked into the door carrying Jiang Ping in a sedan chair, the old man looked at him silently, and Jiang Ping only looked at him, and he was speechless.

"I'd love to kill you, but you're right, you're more sincere than anyone else. Then you are the one I am waiting for, I have been waiting for you for many years!"

"From now on, aside from the name Jiangping, your name is Yang Jibai, you are my apprentice, the son of the lord of Liangguo, can you?"

The crackling sound was crisp and cheerful in the white snow, and the laughter and applause also rang out. A bunch of raging fires burned outside the magnificent mansion, and the house slaves threw bundles of thin bamboos into the flames, and the bamboo nodes exploded when they caught fire, which is the so-called "lantern festival" in Luoyi folklore. On the upper floor, there are house slaves throwing all kinds of paper flowers in the wind, and there are paper butterflies, paper sparrows, and paper roses, all of which are painted with gold and red. People who have seen the lantern festival are rushing to grab the paper flowers.