Yang Fan carefully checked the surrounding environment, it was quiet and silent, it didn't look like someone was hiding, if it was really to play tricks on himself, he should show up now.

Yang Fan shook his head, stretched out his hand to pat the dirt off the white robe, and looked a little farther away.

On the top of the mountain, there is still curling black smoke rising, and since there is smoke, there should be people there.

Yang Fan used the silver long sword as a crutch and staggered towards the top of the mountain.

Along the way, Yang Fan became more and more puzzled in his heart, no one appeared, not even a house could be seen, it felt like walking in a primeval barren forest.

Finally came to the place where the black smoke rose, there is a courtyard here, there is a wooden sign hanging on the gate of the yard, writing three big characters of Qingfeng Village, there are many wooden houses in the yard, several houses have collapsed, and black smoke is rising from the collapsed houses.

The air smelled of charcoal, some of the flesh was burnt, and the rest was a thick smell of blood.

Yang Fan sniffled and walked cautiously along the steps in front of the courtyard door.

There were people lying on the ground in the courtyard, and the ground had been stained red with blood.

Yang Fan gasped and held on to the door, trembling.

"What the hell is going on? Is this a dream?"

Yang Fan plucked up the courage to walk into the hospital, squatted down in front of a body, and reached out to the man's nostrils.

Cold to the touch, without a hint of breath.

Yang Fan withdrew his hand in a panic and sat on the ground, his hands trembling constantly.

These are dead people, dead people in a yard.

"Vomit ......"

Yang Fan smelled the thick smell of blood, his stomach churned, he lowered his head and retched for a while, and then his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground, and strange memories rose in his mind.

He is the young master of Qingfeng Village, his father Yang Daring, his mother Li Fengjiao, and his brother named Yang Xiong.

About half a month ago, Yang Daring rescued a woman named Mu Qingyao at the bottom of the mountain and married her to himself.

After Mu Qingyao recovered from his injuries, he worshiped the church and got married, and as soon as he finished worshipping heaven and earth, he killed a group of people in black, and killed people when he saw them, his father died, his mother also died, and the people in the village died one by one.

Mu Qingyan knows martial arts, martial arts are not low, at least much stronger than the people in Qingfeng Village, but after all, two fists are invincible to four hands, the key time is that he blocked a sword for her, and the sword pierced into his chest, and then he fell unconscious.

Yang Fan slowly got up from the ground, his white robe stained with blood.

Yang Fan untied his belt, pulled the white robe apart, and looked at his chest, a hideous scar appeared on his chest, and the blood had coagulated.

Yang Fan was stunned, this was definitely not the wound that the antique little sword could cause, this wound was nearly three inches long, and the cut surface was neat, obviously caused by a sharp weapon.

Yang Fan's eyes moved sideways, and there was a red mark in the middle of his chest, which was similar in shape to the antique small sword he often hung on his chest, and on his neck, a piece of jade pendant was hung, the white jade was crystal clear, and the quality was quite high.

Yang Fan picked up the jade pendant, felt warm to the touch, and engraved a Hao character on the back of the jade pendant.

A new memory came to mind, a middle-aged man took his child and traveled thousands of miles to find a doctor to cure his dementia.

It turned out that he had always been a stupid person before, and he couldn't be cured by seeing all the miracle doctors in the world.

Later, the middle-aged man was disheartened, left himself in Qingfeng Village, and hung this jade pendant around his neck, and many years later, he had regarded Yang Daring as his father.

Yang Fan shook his head vigorously: "This must be in a dream, I have to wake up soon." ”

Yang Fan looked at the big water tank on the edge of the yard, his eyes suddenly lit up, he staggered over, scooped up a scoop of cold water and poured it on his head.

The cool water slipped down, and the dream still did not wake up.

Yang Fan looked at the reflection in the water tank, and an unfamiliar face gradually became clear with the ripples.

At the age of seventeen or eighteen, with long hair tied with a belt, sword eyebrows and sideburns, and eyes like stars, he is a beautiful man, but he shouldn't be like this.

Yang Fan put down the water scoop and pulled his long hair hard, and there was a tearing pain on his scalp.

All this is not a dream, but, he crossed over, and his soul pierced into the body of a silly handsome guy.

......

In Daxing Kyoto, in the Qianyuan Hall in the depths of the imperial palace, a middle-aged man in a gold-crowned brocade robe stood by the window, looking at the starry sky in the distance, looking lonely.

Next to the man was an old man in his sixties, and the old man looked respectful.

Middle-aged man: "Ouyang, it's been seventeen years, is Hao'er really alive?"

Old man: "Your Majesty, Bu Tianguan's predictions have always been very accurate, and His Highness should be safe and sound." ”

Middle-aged man: "In the past seventeen years, I don't know how many guards I have sent out to look for them, but there is no news at all, my health is getting worse and worse, and those two imperial brothers are afraid that they will not be able to sit still." ”

The old man frowned slightly: "Your Majesty is worried about illness, you should be relieved to recuperate, and your body will naturally get better." ”

The middle-aged man shook his head: "My body is clear in my heart, but I am afraid that time is running out, and the crown prince can no longer be empty." ”

The old man didn't dare to take on this topic, so he said: "Your Majesty, the internal guards have found out that the Feilong Fort in Huifeng County is abusing a large number of blacksmiths, and it seems that something has changed. ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly: "What is the matter with abducting and abusing the blacksmith?"

Old man: "It may be to build armaments. ”

The middle-aged man's expression was slightly cold: "Hmph, what is the use of a gang in the rivers and lakes to build armaments?" The county order of Huifeng County seems to be recommended by King Ning, and he sent someone to find out, I am afraid that this matter will not be related to my imperial brother." ”

The old man bowed: "Obey." ”

......

Ning Wangfu, Ning Wang Yang Haowu frowned deeply, and said to a young man in front of him: "Qingge, you go back to Feng County, Ghost King Zhai is not good this time, it is very likely that the news has leaked, you can rest assured that you can rest assured when you go to deal with the aftermath." ”

The young man bowed: "Humble duty, please rest assured." ”

King Ning: "There is also the matter of building armaments in Feilong Castle, you also go to supervise this king, don't go wrong, remember, in front of outsiders, you are just the young gang leader of the Huitian Gang, and you have nothing to do with Ning Wangfu." ”

Young man: "Ignorance, understood. ”

King Ning nodded with satisfaction: "Go ahead." ”

......

Yang Fan dragged the corpses in the courtyard into a house one by one, with his current physical condition, there was no way to let them be buried in the ground, but he had to do something, these people were all relatives of his body.

He hadn't fully come to terms with the fact of the crossing, but even in his dreams, he couldn't ignore it.

Yang Fan picked up a torch, lowered his head and sighed, and threw it at the firewood pile in the corner of the wooden house.

The fire spread rapidly, and Yang Fan bowed deeply three times to the fire.

"Rest in peace, everyone. ”

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