readx; Autumn in the north, the wind is cool but not icy, the clouds are not dense, it is the season that the literati and the talented and beautiful women will never let go. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the gravel-strewn street, a young man approached, covered from head to toe in a huge cloak.

Still, the autumn wind was able to blow it up, and the whole person looked like a dense fog slowly expanding.

The corners of the clothes fluttering in the wind are more like a flock of lost butterflies.

The boy walked slowly, but with a tight pace, as if he had walked a long way, and as if he was overwhelmed by something intangible.

The wind grew stronger, and from time to time the boy reached out and pulled his loose cloak back, and occasionally a sudden strong wind blew the hood off his head, and a few strands of white hair as white as snow slipped out, which seemed extremely inappropriate for his age.

Yes, he has silvery-white hair, which is one of the reasons why he likes to wear cloaks, day and night.

As for the other reasons, it seems that no one has ever mentioned it, and no one knows about it.

He's a mysterious teenager, but he still has a name, though he doesn't like people calling him that. The people on the rivers and lakes call him White Eagle.

White Eagle, martial arts are actually not high, but they are just a little mysterious.

And people tend to exaggerate the unknown. The most terrible thing about losing the real thing is not the original self, but the part that is exaggerated.

After walking for a long time, the boy finally stopped, not to reach his destination, but to be a little thirsty. To his left, there happens to be a teahouse.

Take a seat and serve tea.

The tea leaves tumbled up and down in the boiling water, like a relentless struggle against fate, and at first they rebelled enthusiastically. Later, he gave in, and finally sank peacefully on the ground of the cup, like a smooth and neat garment that had been ironed.

The young man looked at the tea leaves, the corners of his mouth raised, and he smiled.

He felt like these tea leaves. The only difference was that he felt like he was still struggling. Twenty years ago, he was picked up by the prince of Beijing. Today, he is exactly twenty years old.

If you are alone for a long time, you will not feel lonely.

At some point, there were two more people next to the table, dressed with the young man, black cloaks, but their heads leaking out. One is tall and skinny, the other short and fat.

"White Eagle, the prince asked you to return to the nest as soon as possible, the current situation in the rivers and lakes is not good, and rumors are spreading outside the Gusu Murong family, saying that they have obtained the "Lethe River map", and they will soon be able to unify the rivers and lakes and break the Lechuan together. The thin man said in a very low voice.

"Yes, in addition, in the battle of the bamboo forest in Shuzhong, it is said that Ye Wuxin, the young master of the Autumn Wind Pavilion, was killed, and the two swords of Absolute Life and Traceless disappeared. The fat man hurriedly chimed in.

The boy did not speak, raised his glass and took a sip of tea, and the hand that reached out from his cloak placed a letter on the table.

"It's still so boring. The thin man took the letter in his arms, and the two of them left together, very quickly.

White Eagle didn't like to talk, and he could barely be seen laughing. This trait is widely spread along with his ruthlessness and cruelty.

"White Eagle, you really escaped quickly!" Several uninvited guests suddenly burst in, fierce and vicious, and the guests hurriedly scattered away, they were too afraid of death, but White Eagle was not afraid. In fact, White Eagle never fled, and there was no need to flee, at least in front of the few people in front of him.

"Really, it's not quiet to have a cup of tea. Before he finished speaking, he saw a dark shadow flash behind the leader.

With the sound of "Ah!", a slender short sword had already penetrated his chest, and the blood fell to the ground drop by drop along the tip of the sword, very rhythmic, more like a rhythmic drum beat in the eyes of the white eagle.

"Let's go, go back and tell Prince Zhong that you want to kill me and send a few powerful people. In the blink of an eye, the White Eagle was back in his seat, his robe unmoving, like his equally unmoved face.

"You, let me tell you, you know who Prince Zhong is, and when you go back, you will tell your prince, if he still wants to resist stubbornly, when the time comes、、、、。 Among the rest, a bald man said stubbornly.

Another big fat man pretended not to be afraid and said, "Those who know the times are Junjie, and the king of Beijing should understand that Sichuan, Shu, Guanwai, Northeast, and Jiangnan are all bowing down to our prince, at the critical moment, don't stand wrong!

But before he finished speaking, he hurriedly withdrew. Because the White Eagle said that if they made any more noise, none of them would leave alive.

Whether they believe it or not, even the White Eagle himself doesn't believe it, it's just to scare people.

And they actually believed it, their task was only to hunt down and delay time, not to send them to death.

"Hmph, Prince Zhong, what kind of thing is he? White Eagle played with the teacup in his hand, and suddenly his fingers kicked back, "Bang!" The teacup was torn, but at this moment, the tea was already cold.

Walking out of the teahouse, the white eagle pulled the cloak back again, the wind was still strong, looked up at the dim sun, and continued to walk forward.

After a while, a royal palace appeared on the left side of the road.

The two imposing stone lions glared angrily, their gaping mouths blocking the approach of pedestrians, and their two bulging eyes were like two red lanterns hanging on their heads.

Looking up, there was a huge plaque directly above the gate, and the four gilded characters on it stood out in the dim daylight.

On the book "Beijing Palace".

White Eagle straightened his cloak, obviously there was no need, just getting used to it. The white eagle stepped forward and knocked on the door, and the knocker the size of a brass bell slammed against the tall, wide wooden door with a dull sound.

The wind was still very strong, and it was getting stronger and stronger, blowing the empty streets, flying sand and rocks running wildly, like a swarm of headless flies scurrying around, only to hear the sound of "bang bang" in the sky and the earth、、、、、。

Occasionally, passers-by took a sneak peek and muttered, there are still people who dare to be so presumptuous in front of the Beijing Palace, it's really fatal!

This man is either a fool or a man who is not afraid of death. In fact, neither of these statements is true, he is a quiet person.

Twenty years ago, he was an abandoned baby who was about to die in the belly of a wild dog, and now he is the eagle eye of the king of Beijing who monitors the dynamics of the entire rivers and lakes, and is the leader of the entire "eagle group".

Three months ago, he was sent to Prince Zhong's Mansion to inquire about the news and monitor the turmoil in the entire land of Sichuan and Shu. No, the Tang Sect had already laid a net of heaven and earth, and what surprised him even more was that the Tang Sect actually helped Prince Zhong's Mansion!

This is absolutely impossible! After all, the King of Beijing and the master of the Tang Sect, Tang Zheng, are brothers in the same sect! Could it be that the betrayal in the land of Sichuan and Shu has reached such an unbearable state!

Just as he was thinking, there was a "squeak", and the door opened, but only a gap opened, just enough to drill through a person.

"The prince is waiting for you. The door opened and whispered.

The White Eagle glanced at the sky and said in a very low voice, "Hey, it's been a busy season again." ”