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He was the most valued and youngest general in the garrison. He had been protecting the emperor for three years. His entrance into the palace was also out of his expectation. He and Ming Xiao Yuan's teachers came from the same sect, and he was practically practicing martial arts together. In other words, he was also from the same sect as the most popular disciple, Mo Qingfeng. Mo Qingfeng was very distant from Mo Qingfeng when he was young, and he wasn't very intimate with Mo Qingfeng. However, he didn't care about Ming Xiao anymore, and he was even afraid that he wouldn't be able to avoid Mo Qingfeng. Among these brothers, Ming Xiao Yuan would always be that dazzling moon. The others could only be around him like the stars, and he was the most unremarkable one. His talent couldn't compare to Ming Xiao Yuan, his martial arts couldn't compare to Mo Qingfeng, and even the zither, chess, calligraphy, and paintings weren't as spirited as Mo Qingfeng. He only practiced the martial arts that his master taught him every day, but he still couldn't learn it well. Ming Xiao Yuan was no different from the other people. He was never high and mighty, but he was born with that kind of nobility and pride. Every time, he would secretly watch this senior practice martial arts until he was discovered by Mingxiao from behind a tree. He embarrassedly lowered his head, thinking that this time, he was definitely finished and would be scolded to death by his master. However, this was the first time a bright smile appeared on Ming Xiao Yuan's face. He asked, "You practice a set of fist techniques. Let me take a look."

That day was like a dream, his eldest senior brother had personally instructed him! Everyone thought that Mo Qingfeng's martial arts were the highest, even though he was young, his talent was extremely high, and he trained the hardest, to the point where even his master's heart ached. However, that day, he could be considered to be the true mentor. Eldest Martial Brother was the true expert. He was a person with a great amount of wisdom and foolishness. Ever since that day, he had prostrated himself before his senior brother, giving his entire being and mind to his senior brother.

The eldest senior brother was as everyone had expected him to be. Everyone was happy for him, excluding Mo Qingfeng. That day, the Eldest Senior Brother drank a lot and was completely drunk. When he sent the people back to their room, he heard his tiny voice crying. He knew that he was unhappy, but he did not want to! His heart had been aching for so many years, and he knew that his abilities were limited. He only wanted to be a hero, ride his little yellow horse, use the martial arts he had learned to get rid of evil spirits, and use the books he had read to write letters and couplets for his countrymen. That's all.

His life had always been pleasant, his father had urged him to marry, and he had always refused under all pretexts. Until later, when a family came to the end of the alleyway, he had a little girl who could read, write, and ride a horse and shoot arrows. Although the words were written in an unsightly manner, the arrows that were shot did not have much strength. However, she was still as outstanding as ever, and she looked down on the other girls within the alley. Every day, he would follow behind her and call out her name. Later, the old people of the two families made an engagement for them. He was satisfied with his life, and he was willing to be with her, to teach her how to shoot, and she was finally subdued, until her eyes were filled with worship as she looked at him.

Qingfeng was a pitiful child. Perhaps he was forced too hard by that crazy mother of his, so he finally ran away from home and never came back. Later on, his master sent people to find out that he lived in Dragon Sword Villa. Not only that, he even paid respects to the master of Dragon Sword Villa. Qing Feng did not know who that person was, but how could he not know about it? However, he did not oppose it. This child was the most suffering out of this group of people, and although he was inferior in everything, he was still so lucky.

If only this luck could last!

It was not until two months before his wedding to his new bride that she went to town to buy cloth for her wedding and met her husband, who was going home to his parents. He didn't expect that he would end up robbing a lady in broad daylight. He had originally thought that he would enter the mansion with a sword in his hand. However, he was an old martial artist. The old martial artists had their own methods. The other party was a servant of the palace as well as the imperial concubine's nephew, a relative of the Feng family. The first time he had found him after Senior Brother's high school, he rubbed his hands nervously at his sides. After a long time, when Senior Brother was tired of teasing him, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice.

The eldest senior brother was indeed still thinking about him. He thought that he would be surprised that he was going to get married, but he only rode his horse and rushed to the general's estate. Although that person's father had no official position, he had shaded the wealth of his wife's family. He was already a tyrant of his family, and there were countless bodyguards and fighters in his family.

The old man did not act when he heard this and was not surprised either. Instead, he had a sorrowful expression on his face as he ordered his servants to send him out. He had thought that as long as she was still alive, even if he had already been insulted, he would still marry her and take care of her for the rest of his life.

The one sent out was her, but it was no longer her.

Na Lang was overexcited when he forced his way into the room. His lower part had become bloodshot and broken. He was still trying to rescue her. It seemed like he was already a cripple when he saved her.

She lay quietly within the bridal dress. Her lower body was torn, and blood dripped from her wounds. She had actually disappeared without a trace as she was dyed in the bridal dress. There was a bloody hole on her chest, but the heart inside was gone.

With tears in his eyes, the old man only said one thing, "Take her for a young girl. Leave her with an intact corpse." As he spoke, he rose and bowed before the incense table, muttering the words, "Infinite Blessed One."

Mingxiao couldn't stand the atmosphere and took off his cloak to cover her body. He thought that he definitely wouldn't implicate his senior brother, so he picked him up and whispered in his ear, "I'll take you home."

Ming Xiao Yuan sent the two back but did not stay. He knew that he was in the government and could not control himself. That night, he ordered his parents to bring his mother to his hometown. He left her there and buried her in the courtyard.

That night, Lang killed all the masters in the family. Later, according to the servant's memories, that night, blood flowed like a river, and corpses littered the ground. It was like hell. As for that person, a person and a sword, he stood there blood-soaked, as if he was a ghost that came from the ground, as if he was also a death god that wanted to end everything.

The guards were all scared silly. Very few people in this family would dare to cause trouble, let alone kill people. Lang was about to be slashed in the throat in front of the old man. At that moment, the crowd even heaved a sigh of relief. To them, this sort of ending might be a relief, but it was also a punishment.

With his back facing the old man, he softly said, "Considering your age, I'll spare your dog life." Letting him live and watch his children die was the biggest punishment, just like him.

Suddenly, this case spread throughout the capital. No one knew how he managed to get out of the mansion, and no one knew where he was hiding. It wasn't until Mingxiao had found him that he had completely exceeded his expectations.

"Follow me." This was the first thing Ming Xiao Yuan said when he saw him.

"Where to? What for? Do you know what I did? "

Ming Xiao Yuan continued to look at him as if he was looking at the most useless junior brother of his back then, "The tornado is able to destroy everything, only the Wind Eye in the middle is the safest." Looking into his panic-stricken and lifeless eyes, he continued, "Don't be afraid, let's go."

"I'm not afraid, what am I afraid of?" [What is there to fear about an assassin who massacred a village?]

"Aren't you afraid that it will implicate you and her family? You think that you won't be able to find it when you return home? " After Ming Xiao Yuan said that, he pulled him up with disdain and contempt in his eyes, "You're scared to death. You're still as timid as ever and have achieved nothing. He's as dumb as he was when he was young, and just as looked down upon by others. "

"That's not right!" I killed someone! " He had killed many people, but he was not useless. He had proven to himself and to his senior that his martial arts and courage were not inferior to theirs. In fact, he might even be stronger than them.

"Pfft." Ming Xiao Yuan released his hand in disgust and looked at him with even more contempt. "The more useless the person is, the more he will only know how to kill. If you want to kill him, then go ahead and kill him. Do you want to go to Seven Kills?"

He was forced to the point where he had no other way out. He even started crying. Actually, he had never liked killing people, nor did he like fighting with others. "No, no, I don't want to kill senior brother. I don't want to kill anyone." In the end, he still knew that he was scared to death. He was still the most useless junior brother when he was young, not to mention the young Mo Qingfeng.

"Wipe your tears, don't be a woman!" Those were the last words Ming Xiao Yuan said to him.

Everyone held their thumbs up as if they were praising their lord for exterminating his family and personally bringing their junior brother to the imperial carriage. However, the martial arts world looked down on him, not even sparing his junior brother for the sake of wealth.

On that day, he had washed himself clean, leaving behind only a light green beard. His white scholarly shoes had been cleaned. His long hair scattered in the wind, he held his head high, neither humble nor haughty. Three minutes for killing, seven minutes for killing. Seeing this, Nangong Kai Ran was about to run over to him from the dragon throne to ask him what in the world was making him so unhappy!

Nangong Kai Ran did not believe that this person in front of him was the culprit behind the massacre, he did not believe that there would be such a sharp and vicious force hidden within his haggard body. In the end, it was still Emperor Mingyuan who managed to get him a saber art. Nangong KaiRan looked at the silvery light with an almost infatuated look.

"How can a sweet woman be a thief?"

Ming Xiao Yuan knew that his plan was successful, so he quickly brought the truth to light and gave it to everyone. All of them had been signed by the people who had suffered under the hands of General Lang. Mingxiao was only given a single coin. He had to sign his name and make handprints for those who were illiterate to gather up the money very quickly. Nangong Kai Ran snorted coldly, he did not think much about the credibility of the decision, and immediately gave the order for the Lang family to be proud of their own lives, and to not pursue the matter further, considering that they had already been punished. And he, whose compassion is to be pitied, whose heart is to be destroyed, whose grace is beyond the law, shall be caned. Listening to the deacon eunuchs' reports, he knew that from now on, he was someone else's war, and the meat on the chopping block was no longer his. It was unknown when Ming Xiao had left, but Nangong Kai Ran had secretly given the order. A month later, he and her family were taken back to the capital by the imperial court to "settle down", and he was summoned to the palace again, where he became a lifesaver.

He rose very quickly, becoming a general in three years' time. But esteemed wangfei had never caused trouble for the emperor. This woman was truly very intelligent.

Even though he had a meteoric rise in the palace, he rarely saw Ming Xiao ever again, except in the morning court. Even if they met, it would be how His Majesty was lately, and what His Majesty was busy with. He is as big as the god he was when he was a child