The morning light first appeared, and the sky appeared clearer after a night of wind and rain.

Last night was the first rain in Chang'an in autumn, an autumn rain and a cold, at this time Chang'an, still cool.

Xu Changfeng woke up very early, he didn't sleep well last night.

When I closed my eyes, all I could think about was Zhao Xinji's figure. Although Zhao Xinji is not his relative, in the years in Chang'an, he and Mr. Qin have visited the vicinity of the prison more than once.

Yes, he and Mr. Qin stayed in Chang'an for ten years.

For ten years, the two of them lived incognito and lived in the alleys of Chang'an, just to prevent the "hounds" of the Prison Heaven Division from being discovered.

At the moment when the first rays of morning light fell into the window, Xu Changfeng decided to change his clothes and get up.

Since he came to Chang'an, Xu Changfeng's daily routine is reading, playing the piano, learning to paint, playing chess, as well as going out to buy vegetables and cooking on the fire.

The book has its own golden house, the sound of the piano can make people calm, learning to paint can give people insight into the autumn colors, and playing chess can see through the situation in the world.

It is precisely because of this that he was able to face the interrogation of Mo Zhifeng, the head of the Heavenly Supervision Division last night, so that he could not leak flaws.

The arrival of Zhao Xinji will be an inflection point in the lives of their masters and apprentices.

It's not an easy road.

Returning to the Celestial Division's gaze was only the beginning of a nightmare.

Xu Changfeng pushed the door and walked out of the room, and saw Mr. Qin standing at the door of the room, looking up at the morning light. And in his chair, hanging was a small bag, apparently freshly packed.

"Sir, what are you ......?" Xu Changfeng asked in surprise.

"After hiding for ten years, I was finally found by the Prison Division. Mr. Qin sighed, "In that case, I should also leave Chang'an." ”

Hearing this, Xu Changfeng's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and he didn't ask Mr. Qin where he was going, because he knew that even if he asked, Mr. Qin would not answer.

Chang'an City is still as lively and noisy as usual, although Zhao Xinji's escape from prison was late at night, but this news still spread throughout Chang'an City at the moment when the rain stopped.

The prisoners in the Chang'an Heavenly Prison are all felons of the prosperous dynasty, and some of them have long been forgotten by the world, but they are still alive. Without the orders of the imperial court, they could not have died or left.

Zhao Xinji's escape from prison is the first time in a hundred years!

Mo Zhifeng, the head of the Heavenly Supervision Division, also stayed awake all night.

"Check it out! Check all the people who have been in and out of the prison in the past ten years, and I want to see who dares to do it under the nose of my prison master. ”

These were the first words he said when he returned home, and then he looked at the file intently.

He didn't believe that even if Zhao Xinji was a sixth-order cultivator, it would be impossible for him to escape from the prison without warning on his own in the heavily guarded heavenly prison.

Behind him, there must be a master to guide him. Here in the prison, there is an inner ghost!

The prince asked him to enter the palace last night to explain the matter. Whatever position the superior person is, allow him to search it out.

"Your Excellency. ”

Shortly after dawn, the officer who had followed him last night handed over a copy of the paper.

He turned around and put down the file in his hand and took the backup file. Even after a sleepless night, there was not a trace of tiredness on his face.

"My subordinates checked the file handed in by the Yangzhou prison ten years ago, and there was indeed a beggar named Xu Changfeng who entered Yangzhou at the age of six. ”

Mo Zhifeng was startled, and hurriedly opened the preparation book and read it carefully.

"This can't be!" Mo Zhifeng always doubted in his heart.

However, all kinds of evidence at present show that Xu Changfeng and Mr. Qin have absolutely no connection with this case.

According to the dossier, not long after the beggar named Xu Changfeng entered Yangzhou City, he no longer lived on the streets. At that time, he lived in the grass house next door to Mr. Qin's Academy, after all, he was just an insignificant person, so the Yangzhou Prison Office did not spend any effort to track it down.

Subsequently, the whereabouts of the young man also disappeared from the sight of the Heavenly Supervisor with Mr. Qin's departure.

Who would have thought that such an ordinary teenager would be Mr. Qin's first disciple and also a closed disciple!

During Mr. Qin's tenure as the national superintendent, countless famous and powerful families wanted to worship their children under him, no matter how talented they were, he always refused.

Is Xu Changfeng just an ordinary beggar?

Mo Zhifeng shook his head:

"During this time, you sent someone to pay close attention to the movements of Mr. Qin and Xu Changfeng. ”

"Yes!" the official put away the paper and turned to leave.

If they didn't know Zhao Xinji, then why did Zhao Xinji end up dying at Mr. Qin's house?

Mr. Qin put his bags on his back and walked in front of Xu Changfeng, with gentleness in his eyes:

"The Heavenly Supervisor will definitely not let go of the surveillance of you, so you should be more careful alone in the next period of time. ”

"Got it. ”

Xu Changfeng replied softly, very reluctant in his heart.

Mr. Qin stretched out his palm, patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What are your plans for the future?"

"I want to learn swords!"

Xu Changfeng clenched his fists, and his eyes showed a firm thought.

Xu Changfeng doesn't like to read, what he longs for is to be like those cultivators in the book, go to the end of the world with a sword, and cut through the injustice of the world with a sword.

If he had learned the sword, maybe Zhao Xinji would not have died. That's what he'd been thinking all along, at least last night.

"For ten years, I have been restricting your preferences and letting you focus on piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, do you hate me?" Mr. Qin asked with a calm face with a trace of waves in his eyes.

"Don't hate. Xu Changfeng shook his head honestly, "I believe that you let me learn this, naturally you have your purpose." ”

"Why do you want to learn swords?" Mr. Qin asked, his face unchanged.

"In every man's heart, he has his own rivers and lakes. Only by learning the sword can you survive in this river and lake. I want to live......"

After Xu Changfeng said this, his heart was surging.

After hearing this, Mr. Qin smiled.

Xu Changfeng looked at the smile on Mr. Qin's face and was very surprised. In ten years, it was the first time I saw Mr. Qin smiling, and he smiled freely.

"Okay!" Mr. Qin replied with a nod.

He turned around and walked to the wooden table, and handed a letter that had been loaded into Xu Changfeng's hand:

"You take this letter and go to the Qingzhu Sword Academy to find Su Yongqiu, if you don't understand anything in the future, you just go to him. After Mr. Qin said this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"It's time for me to go, too. ”

Xu Changfeng held the envelope in his hand, watching Mr. Qin's figure disappear into the alley, he couldn't help but feel a little empty in his heart.

Mr. Qin is gone, and in the future, he will be the only one left in Chang'an.

Xu Changfeng put the envelope away, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the piece of paper that was blown to the ground last night, and saw that a line of poetry on it was particularly conspicuous:

"Ten years of night rain in the rivers and lakes. ”

"Ten years of light, only when I get it, can I live. ”

Xu Changfeng said silently in his heart.