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"Escape, run away..."

"The farther you escape, the better... Don't look back..."

Endless darkness. Reading at zero

In the darkness, a female voice sounded rapidly, as if she was crying in her ears, carrying a sharp distortion caused by the high tone, heart-wrenching.

This shout has always been hidden deep in my heart and will never be forgotten.

A sudden light appeared, as if the indelible darkness was pierced.

The hole became bigger and bigger, and the light became brighter and brighter, gradually condensed into a beam of light. Under the reflection of the light, a huge shadow appeared and disappeared.

The shadow is extremely huge, like a demon god who created the world, with horns on his head, and on his body, there are spikes and thorns, which are very majestic. Even if he can't see the specific shape clearly, a violent domineering aroused in an instant:

Brutality, killing, destruction!

A variety of strong and cruel auras are entangled and merged together, like a hurricane, and they are about to tear people to pieces-

"ah!"

Liang Qiufeng screamed in horror, his eyes opened suddenly, and he sat up with a "huh": It turned out to be Nan Ke Yimeng. His back was wet and he was sweating all over.

Have this nightmare again...

Sitting quietly on the bed, a circle of turmoil in my heart; a bloody scene that had long been frozen appeared in my mind, the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and the sad and angry breath was like a wave, reminding him all the time:

Some things, even if they die, must be done back.

must!

He looked up from the open window and saw that the fish belly was pale in the eastern sky, and it was soon dawn. He couldn't help but tighten his face, and quickly got up to dress and wash. He scooped up the cold water from the old porcelain basin and pounced on his face. He was immediately aroused to fight coldly and feel refreshed. Then he picked up the long-tail broom placed on the back of the door and picked up a wide bamboo basket.

The big basket floated around behind him, and a large faded coarse shirt covered his body, which was quite incompatible, making him look thinner and smaller.

With a "Yi" sound, I pushed open the simple door and faced the morning light in the east, and the work of the new day began.

...

Liang Qiufeng is 18 years old this year and works as a servant in Zhongnan Jianfu, south of Huangzhou.

The world is vast and vast, with nine continents, and deserted continents are one of them, and are also called the "Abandoned continent". The geography is steep, barren and remote. Except for the sporadic county towns, most of the places are mostly poor mountains and bad waters, and there are few places where people live.

In the south, on the top of Zhongnan Mountain, Zhongnan Sword Mansion, once one of the ten major sword palaces in the world, is located here.

Jianfu is divided into outer court and inner court, and Liang Qiufeng is a servant of outer court. His daily work is to sweep the floor, wipe the walls, doors and windows, etc.

He finally got this job.

Liang Qiufeng has been displaced since he was young, and he has suffered almost more bitterness than the rice he has eaten. Many people have always thought that he would not live to adulthood. But for eighteen years, Liang Qiufeng has survived like an indomitable weed. Because of his lack of nutrition, he grew thin, as if he could blow down a gust of wind, but his eyes were bright and energetic, and he was quite unmatched.

The morning light was faint and the cold was bleak. Several other servants also stood up, controlled the tools, and began to work in their respective positions.

The Jianfu has strict governance and cannot tolerate "dirty and messy". Once discovered, the servitude workers who work will not only be deducted from their wages, but will also be directly expelled from the mansion and will never be used again.

Liang Qiufeng didn't want to lose this hard-won job, so he was diligent and meticulous every day. Only in his spare time would he secretly glance at the disciples of the sword house passing by, his eyes flashing with envy.

It would be great if one day I could be accepted as a disciple by the Sword Mansion...

But this kind of thought is destined to be a delusion.

When Zhongnan Sword Mansion recruits disciples, it has its own set of strict and abnormal procedures. First of all, the entry threshold of the third paragraph of the Strength is not a qualification that Liang Qiufeng can possess.

One day during dinner, Liang Qiufeng let out a word. The handy workers knew about his dream, which immediately caused a burst of laughter, and the laughter was full of mockery and mockery.

Isn't it? A sparrow that dares to fantasize about becoming a phoenix is ​​a ridiculous and funny thing, which is very ridiculous.

Amid the laughter, Liang Qiufeng became silent, and swears in his heart: From now on, he will never easily reveal his true thoughts to others.

He didn't even think about it because of this: "At least I dare to think about it. If I don't even dare to think about it, then what's the difference between it and a stinky salted fish?"

The bumpy youth experience made Liang Qiufeng become precocious, independent, and not easily influenced by others.

When the last corner of the area was cleaned and it was already midnight, the weather was cold and the north wind was whispering, and the sky seemed a little dark due to winter.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

As always, three melodious and moving bells came from the inner palace one after another. When I heard it in my ears, I felt refreshing and happy as if I heard the morning bell and evening drums.

This is the sound of the sword training bell!

In Zhongnan Sword Mansion, the sword-practice bell has a long history. It was set up by the founder of the founding father and hung on an old pine tree in front of the gate of the inner palace. Every day at dawn, a special person rings the bell, indicating that the plan for the day is in the morning, and all the disciples of the sword mansion must get up and practice sword diligently.

This bell body is an excellent auxiliary treasure. Its voice is peaceful and melodious, can penetrate the heart, and has the special effect of boosting energy and awakening the spirit. It makes people feel energetic when they hear it.

As soon as the bell rang, no matter whether it was inside or outside, a group of disciples rushed to the swordsmanship to start a new day of cultivation.

Unfortunately, with Liang Qiufeng's status, he is not even qualified to enter the swordsmanship.

Since you can't learn swords, you have to listen to the sound of the sword-practicing bell on time at this time every day, and get used to it at the right time--

“Buzz…”

The sound of the bell lingers in the ears, lingering around, and it was inexplicably strange.

laugh!

A sword light suddenly popped up in my mind, and a glance was faintly echoing the tone of the bell, showing an unblocked sense of sharpness. It just flashed too fast and just wanted to carefully calculate it, but it disappeared in an instant, like water dripping into the sea, and it was hard to find any trace.

Hey, strange, how could there be distracting thoughts when listening to the bell today? Could it be that I was too obsessed with hearing it, and even had hallucinations?

He has been a traitor for three years, 365 days a year, and listened to the sound of the sword-practicing bells every day. It has always been nothing unusual. But today, listening to the sound of the bell, a sharp sword light flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel surprised.

"Liang Qiufeng, why are you stunned again!"

A shout came from Deacon Luo. He was over 60 years old and had already gained weight. His big belly was bulging and protruding, looking like a fat duck. His voice was also like a duck, extremely noisy.

"I've met Deacon Luo."

Not afraid of county officials, but only fear of being in charge. Liang Qiufeng knew that the other party was a typical villain, who was accustomed to being arrogant and could not afford to offend him.

Deacon Luo raised his head high, carried his hands on his back, and warned with a stern face: "Liang Qiufeng, the day after tomorrow is the big day in the Sword Mansion. Please give the Deacon elves a point. If something goes wrong, it will be more than just getting out. Do you understand?"

"Understood."

Liang Qiufeng's answer was very straightforward.

Deacon Luo then walked with his eight-character steps to monitor and scold other mailmen. It seemed that if he didn't do this every day, he would not highlight his identity and majesty as a mailman in the foreign government.

Regarding the "big day" mentioned by the other party, there were already instructions a few days ago, so Liang Qiufeng knew that the day after tomorrow was the annual "Sword Lecture Hall" of Zhongnan Sword Mansion. At that time, the elders will personally teach, explain the secrets of sword techniques, and propose sword questions, which is rare.

But it only lasts once a year, each lasts for three days.

Every time, the disciples who listen to the class will gain something. If they can solve the sword questions listed by the elders and obtain the inheritance of their thoughts, it will be a fortune. Their strength can be leapt and raised to a new level.

As a sword house with a long history and once glorious history, Zhongnan Sword House has a good foundation and stores many sword topics in the treasure house. Among them, there are many mysterious ranks, and even the inheritance of the earth ranks. There are even a heavenly rank sword topic with a history of more than a thousand years.

It's just a rumor. In fact, what exactly does this sword title look like and where it is preserved has always been a mystery.

Many people suspect that this rumor is fake.

A hundred years ago, Zhongnan Sword Mansion experienced an almost devastating catastrophe, and his vitality was severely damaged and he has not breathed yet.

The lack of green and yellow, coupled with the constraints of the entire wasteland environment, has become a natural thing to decline. The glory halo of the ten sword palaces has been lost for a long time, and their status and fame have plummeted. Even the world-renowned sword palace competitions, no disciples can be qualified for several sessions.

Not to mention the distance, just the oldest disciples of the younger generation can understand and obtain the inheritance of a low-grade sword title listed by the elders in the sword lecture hall in the past three years.

It's so bleak.

No wonder the four elders in the Sword Mansion looked at each other sadly and lamented that one generation was worse than the other.

However, these have nothing to do with Liang Qiufeng. Even if he understands the situation of the Sword Mansion, even if he takes ten thousand steps, it is not a turn for a sweeper to worry about it.

"Hey!"

Liang Qiufeng exclaimed in a sarcasm. Seeing Deacon Luo walking away, he quickly closed his eyes and meditated again to see if the previous sword light could be reproduced in his mind.

No discovery.

After a long time, he still found nothing. He finally gave up and felt that he must have had hallucinations while listening to the bell.

After disillusionment, it will break like a bubble.

Thinking about the time to have breakfast, I took a step and walked towards the cafeteria.

Today is exactly the fifteenth day, which is the best day for food every month. According to the routine, we can finally get the spiritual rice again.

Thinking of the delicious spiritual rice, Liang Qiufeng couldn't help but smile, just like a ray of sunshine suddenly appeared on the dark sky above his head, and it was as bright as a flower in an instant.
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