The lingering wind blows through the vast earth, and the blood of the mountains and rivers cannot be blown away.

In the sixth year of Guangtai, the once prosperous Great Zhou Dynasty has come to an end.

The emperor lost power, and the princes emerged, and the thirteen states in the world fell into chaos one after another. The princes attacked each other. The ten miles long road was full of white bones. The once prosperous towns turned into ruins, and the once-declared Great Zhou Dynasty also became precarious under the snooping of foreign races.

After ten years of mutual attacks, all the princes in the world were almost gone. The Marquis of Liang, Huanwu, welcomed the Emperor of Zhou to the capital of Shendu. Since then, the great power of the world has been passed by the Huan family. Huanwu took the emperor to command the princes. In just twenty years, the thirteen states in the world have already gained half of the peace.

In the third year of Yonghe, although Emperor Zhou was in power, the call for Zhou Xing of the Liang Dynasty was getting higher and higher in the court. The deposed emperor was only in the mind of the Liang Hou Huanwu.

The situation in the world becomes very subtle, and perhaps suddenly, this world will turn over.

Yizhou, Xiancheng.

"Why is this happening?"

Yang Xian looked at himself in the bronze mirror blankly, licked his somewhat chapped lips, and looked at him for a long time.

The cicadas outside the yard started to ring at some point. Yang Xian sat down and calmed down.

He finally understood something, and he traveled through time. He still traveled to a world with the same background as the game he had played, a prime minister who was about to die.

The summer is hot and hot, and Yang Xian has already flowed out of his body with fine sweat. He sat on the chair and carefully recalled the plot related to the game.

If he remembered correctly, as his sister of today's son, who is now the lord of Yizhou, Shu King Xia Yunhua will soon die. Before she died, she would entrust her legitimate daughter Xia Gong Nie to Yang Xian, who was only sixteen years old, and let Xia Gong Nie Guan Yang Xian be the prime minister's father.

Xia Gong Nie was young, and Xia Yunhua entrusted her to the sixteen-year-old Yang Xian. She was able to give such a great gift, not because Yang Xian was so powerful. It was because Yang Huan’s two families had a grudge for nine generations. Even if the ministers on both sides would betray her, Yang Xian would not rebel against the Xia family and surrender to the leader.

It's ridiculous that Xia Yunhua has been the lord of Yizhou for 30 years, and in the end, the only one who can trust him was the 16-year-old Yang Xian.

In the game, the Shu Kingdom in Yizhou was just a background board. A few years later, the Liang army attacked Shu, and with the help of a group of leading parties, they easily captured Yizhou. Yang Xian also died in the battle of the Liang army attacking Shu.

How miserable is the word!

Yang Xian looked at the ceiling and wanted to cry without tears. Of course, it was not moved by Yang Xian's loyalty in the game. If possible, he would be willing to join the mighty party leading the way and become a minister of the new dynasty. After all, the name of this game is "Daliang Dynasty", and the main scenes and stories are in the territory of Liang.

Yang Xian still remembers that in the plot of this game, after a few years, the Liang army attacked Shu, and almost all the aristocratic families in Yizhou became leaders. The lines of the Liang Kingdom in the game are used to describe it as the king's army, and the people in the villages all took food and pots of slurry, and the scenery was seen from the counties in Shu.

When Yang Xian, the predecessor, brought the elite troops in Sichuan to confront the Liang army, these aristocratic families united to mobilize the family troops and sealed the roads. The food and supplies were not transported to the front line, and they lost the base in the rear. They lost the battle before the battle was fought. In the end, this predecessor was surrounded by the Liang army and was defeated and died.

Yang Xian naturally didn't want this, but sadly, his surrender was also a word for death. The deep hatreds in this world are divided into many types, such as killing his father and robbing his wife, destroying his family and destroying his country. However, there are very few who can rise to the level of ninth-generation hatred, which means that both sides have unresolved grudges. In any case, if the descendants do not destroy the other party, this hatred will not be considered avenge.

Unfortunately, Yang Xian was the last male member of the Yang family, the target that the entire Huan clan wanted to kill. Liang Hou Huanwu even clearly marked the price in the clan: kill Yang Xian, reward thousands of gold, and grant tens of thousands of households.

His head is very valuable, and there is this consensus in both the court and the world.

Thinking of the storyline in the game, Yang Xian couldn't help but touch his neck, feeling a little cold.

This is a dead end! The Huan clan holds the seven states of the Central Plains and has countless masters under his command. As the game progresses, the Daliang Dynasty will unify the world sooner or later.

Even if Yang Xian abandoned everything at this moment, went away from home, and hid his identity, the people of the Huan clan would still try every means to find him out.

The wind sounded and the branches rustled.

Yang Xian was a little tired and lay on the collapse. The soft touch appeared from his back, dispelling a trace of heat from his body.

The night is fascinating, and a faint blue smoke fills the air.

Maybe it was because he was too tired or because he was under too much pressure. Yang Xian felt that his mind was rising and his vision became blurred.

In a vague way, Yang Xian only felt someone shaking in front of him, but he couldn't bear any strength.

"Who is the thief who dares to harm my lord!"

A loud shout, like the sound of thunder, shook his ears. Yang Xian, who was still confused just now, suddenly woke up, and a dagger with blue spots was right in front of him, only three feet away from him.

However, the three-foot distance is like a natural barrier, and the black-clothed assassin can no longer make any progress.

A burly old man locked the shoulders of the man in black and let out a muffled groan, throwing the black-clothed assassin in front of Yang Xian behind him like a sandbag. The old man guarded Yang Xian's bed.

This old man is Yang Chun, the butler of the Yang Mansion. Although he is a slave in name, he is actually Yang Xian’s protector.

Yang Chun's figure was like a mountain, protecting Yang Xian, making him feel a deep sense of security.

The assassin was unwilling to give in and wanted to take action again. However, in front of Yang Chun, his exquisite assassination technique was like a child dancing hammer. He wanted to hammer someone, but was pushed away casually.

The fighting in the house finally alarmed the soldiers in the mansion. Yang Xian saw the figures outside the house, and the old man's shout sounded in his ears.

"Peace and wealth, take down the thief!"

Among these soldiers, the four adopted sons of Yang Chun were the leaders. These four were tall, tall, burly, and full of masculinity. In comparison, Yang Xian in the house seemed a little thin. They rushed into the house and quickly surrounded the man in black.

"Catch the living!"

Yang Chun is meticulous and has a keen awareness of danger, reminding him.

The Yang Mansion's home will soon get entangled with the black-clad assassin, and its advantages will become increasingly greater.

The moon outside the house is like a mirror, with peace and comfort in the tranquility. However, the house is in chaos. The assassin is extraordinary, but now it is like a lonely boat trapped in the sea, struggling desperately.

In the eyes of the assassin, although it was a short distance away, Yang Xian on the couch was like a mirage in the sea, close to him, but out of reach.

Yang Chun has grown up with Yang Xian for two generations. He was originally the personal bodyguard of Yang Xian’s grandfather Yang Ci. He has a strong and steady career, and is unparalleled in the world.

His four adopted sons are peaceful and prosperous. Although they are young, they have been practicing with Yang Chun since childhood and are also very skilled.

The black-clothed assassin suffered a great loss when he met Yang Ping and the other four who were good at external skills.

While everyone was fighting, Yang Chun seized the opportunity, exerted force with both legs, flashed rapidly, and broke into the battle formation.

Yang Xian felt a strong wind in front of him, making him unable to open his eyes. Then he saw Yang Chun pointing his fingers into claws and grabbing the arm of the black-clad assassin in front of him, holding the dagger.

Yang Chun seemed to have used a little force and his five fingers closed. The assassin was already in pain and fell to the ground. Poor, this assassin is a top-notch player, but he is like a little chicken under Yang Chun, asking for it.

Yang Chun took two steps back and kicked the assassin away with one kick. Ping An Fugui and the other four rushed forward and tied up the black-clad assassin.

The assassin was captured without a trace of fear. Even if the poison sac in his mouth had been removed, he would no longer have the cost of suicide.

"Who sent you?"

The mask was taken off, revealing an ordinary middle-aged man's face. However, above this face, a nearly crazy smile was revealed.

"Who sent me here? Is it important? There are countless people in the world who want to kill you! Even without me, there will be others who will take your life!"

Yang Xian searched for the memories of his predecessor, but he did not do anything that was harmful to the world. Why did this black-clad assassin look bitter and revenge?

The black-clad assassin first suffered a claw of Yang Chun, his hands were broken, and then he was kicked, and his internal organs were injured. Blood flowed out of his mouth, but the assassin only had a twisted smile on his face.

"Daliang unified the world just around the corner! Yang Xian, you don't have many good days! Hahahaha!"

"Take it down and ask carefully!"

Seeing that the assassin was crazy, Yang Chun probably couldn't ask anything in a short time. He was afraid that he would disturb Yang Xian, so he ordered the family soldiers in the mansion to take the assassin down.

"I am in dereliction of duty, which has disturbed the young master! Please punish me!"

Yang Chun knelt in front of Yang Xian, and Ping An and Fugui also knelt down.

"Mr. Chun doesn't have to blame himself."

Yang Xian dragged Yang Chun up, "My Master Chun guards the mansion and does his best to do his best. I see it all. Some slutty is not worth worrying about."

Thank you 100 from Yang Chun!

At this time, a line of numbers suddenly appeared in front of Yang Xian's eyes. Just when he couldn't figure it out, Yang Chun's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Young master is kind and kind! But if you are guilty, you must not be punished!"

Yang Chun looked at the four people kneeling on the ground and said, "Yang An! It's your turn to guard the mansion tonight, but let the thief get in. Ignore my duties and get fifty military sticks by myself!"

"Thank you for your adoptive father!"

Yang An continued order and kowtowed quickly, but he dared not have any complaints. Yang Chun ruled the government with the law of governing the army. The subordinates in the palace seemed to be servants, but in fact they were like soldiers.

After cleaning up, Yang Xian's room returned to silence. However, Yang Chun dared not sleep anymore. He covered his armor and held a knife in his hand, guarding Yang Xian's door.

Even though she knew that Yang Chun was away, she was safe, but Yang Xian couldn't sleep at all.

He closed his eyes, his thoughts turned around, and a reflection of the starry sky appeared in his mind. However, the icons engraved on the reflection of the starry sky were each other.

Yang Xian is very familiar with those icons. It is the skill table that players can use in the game "Daliang Dynasty"!

These icons are now gray and obviously not activated yet.

Below the skill table, a progress bar shows a hundred gratitude value from Yang Chun.

In the next few days, Yang Xian tried many times. Finally, he confirmed that this skill table can absorb the positive emotions of the characters in this world as a magnitude.

As long as you absorb enough magnitude, that is, experience, Yang Xian can obtain skill points and obtain skills on the skill table.

The skill table system of the game "Daliang Dynasty" is very complicated. Due to the level limitations, players in the game can only choose one route.

Yang Xian is different. As long as he has sufficient positive emotions, he can light up the reflection of the starry sky. In other words, as long as he has enough skill points, even if Liang Jun finally succeeds in attacking Shu, he still has enough self-protection ability to survive in this world.

Thinking of this, Yang Xian swept away the haze in his heart a few days ago and became suddenly enlightened.

Yang's mansion is very big. Yang Xian has been wandering around the mansion these days, familiar with the terrain of the mansion, but there is a faint curse in his ears.

Yang Xian remembered that there was the place where the night assassin was imprisoned, so he walked over immediately.

There is no special prison cell in the Yang Mansion, so the family soldiers will temporarily use an abandoned house in the East Mansion as a place to detain assassins.

Seeing Yang Xian coming, the soldiers guarding the gate saluted one after another.

"Young Master!"
To be continued...