It was almost noon, and there was still mist in the valley.

The sun in early spring is as thin as a piece of paper cut, curled up in the depths of the sky.

Xu Huai, a young man who had grown up in Tongbai Mountain for fifteen or sixteen years, stood in a tangled state at the cliff seven or eight feet tall, watching the carriage slowly approaching the cliff.

When the Qingshi's scholar stood up from the front of the car, the coachman had already placed a long sword wrapped in a bag on his knee. Xu Huai felt that the coachman was like a hungry wolf, and would rush out to give a fatal blow to the prey at any time. He thought to himself that this was probably what Uncle Seventeen mentioned, right? It really gave a sense of sharpness in popularity!

Not far behind, three brave men who pretended to be hunters were very casual, holding the straight-bone long sword at their waists that was only common in the army, and lifting the reins with the other hand, trying to stop the carriage in front of the eagle's mouth.

Seeing this scene, Xu Huai's mouth tightly, holding the hatchet behind him tightly, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were twisted. He struggled for a while, gritted his teeth and asked at the bottom of the cliff, "Is the person who came here demoted to the capital and went to Tangzhou, the censor Wang Bing, the old master of the Censor Wang Bing, who was demoted to Tangzhou?"

"It's me!" The scribe in green clothes grabbed the reins and stopped the carriage, looked at the cliff here, and said proudly, "Your Excellency wants to take the life of the king. I am here, please do not hurt the innocent!"

Xu Huai was shocked like waves: Is all this real?

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Xu Huai has woken up for a few days, but he hasn't figured out what has happened yet.

He seemed to have been in a daze in the Tongbai Mountains for more than ten years, then fell off the horse's back and suddenly woke up and was stuffed into countless strange memories.

Perhaps these memories were in his mind when he was born.

He could not remember anything from childhood. He heard from his mother that after he was born, he suffered from severe brain disease. When the attack occurred, his body would spasm. His hands could not control his head, as if countless steel needles were pricking and stirring in the depths of his head.

After growing tenaciously until he was eight or nine years old, his brain disease was relieved, and he had some vague memories of what he had experienced, but he seemed to be confused, and he was very clumsy in his words and actions, as if he was missing a string in his mind.

I occasionally have some strange dreams, but I will forget them in a few days.

Until a month ago, he fell off the back of his horse and hit the back of his head. The man was not injured and suddenly woke up; it was like a layer of shell suddenly broke.

At the same time, countless strange and strange memories burst out from the depths of my mind.

Unfortunately, when he calmed down a little and recalled these memories, he found that he could no longer remember anything except for the few fragments or pictures that could not see any meaning.

It's like a big dream.

Maybe it's a big dream.

Except for some emotions and feelings that are melancholy, sad, joy, or distress, nothing is left and nothing can be found.

If there is anything to be sure, it is that he can be sure that these memories have existed in the depths of his mind, as if he had spent his whole life in a completely strange world.

It is also certain that the strange dreams he had when he was young were related to these memories. It is even possible that his brain disease in his childhood could not withstand the impact of these memories.

Of course, after he woke up, some of the things he experienced since his childhood became clear.

Perhaps, it is far more than that.

He was forced by his grandmother to study in the clan's school for several years. He might not be able to read the meanings of several enlightenment sutras, let alone have a deep interpretation of these sutras.

Now, he is not only completely clear about the content and the derived principles mentioned in these scriptures, but also can see that there are too many false, pedantic and unremarkable aspects.

His thinking at this moment also became more acute than ever.

The whole person can be said to be a complete transformation.

Many ignorant things in the past suddenly became clear.

This is not what a teenager who has been growing up in Tongbai Mountain for fifteen years should have!

Perhaps those memories that he thought he could not remember, but were not left, and that were completely different from the dream, were actually not lost, but fundamentally changed him.

He is no longer "him"?

Then who is he?

Xu Huai was confused for a few days. When he left Huaiyuan Town a few days ago, a passage suddenly appeared in his mind. He seemed to have been hit by an electric current:

"At the fifth year of Tianxuan, the Censor Wang Bing was demoted to Tangzhou. He passed by Yingzizui in Tongbai Mountain in mid-February and was killed by bandits..."

This passage is like a small historical record, and after that moment it seems to be engraved in his mind and lingering.

However, there was no similar robbery and murder case at that time, and no court officials were demoted to pass through Huaiyuan Town. Xu Huai made this memory difficult for two or three days, and suddenly thought of a possibility:

This passage may be a "memory" that has not happened yet.

So, he has gone out early and returned late these days, and has run to the Eagle's Pearl Cliff to squat.

Not only did others think he was stupid again, but he suspected that his so-called "sense" had recovered, but he was actually possessed.

Until this moment, when Wang Bing stood up from the carriage and accepted his name, Xu Huai's inner shock was like a rush of craziness:

This text memory that suddenly appeared was verified at this time: the three people pretending to be hunters were the "bandits" that Wang Bing was destined to meet on his way to demotion?

The key is that all this actually appeared in his mind a few days ago in a paragraph of text?

What about other memories that have almost been forgotten come from future generations that have not yet happened?

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The Eagle Beak is located at the ridge at the highest point of this hill. The carriage has not passed the Eagle Beak, so it is impossible to see the situation on the other side through the Eagle Beak gap.

There were pursuers and assassins squatting on the cliff. The coachman guessed that there might be ambushers ahead, and he did not expect the carriage to break out of the encirclement, untied the baggage, and exposed a long blade without a scabbard.

However, after Wang Bing's husband admitted his name, the man in Yatou became silent. He didn't say a word for a long time and saw no other moves. This made the coachman feel a little impetuous and puzzled: What exactly do these people want to do?

The carriage slowly walked to the bottom of the cliff. The driver stared at the cliff. The trees were blocking it. At this time, he could see clearly that the cliff was a strong boy. Although he held the hilt of the knife in his hand, he had no ruthless expression on his face.

The three assassins behind him who pretended to be hunters did not take the opportunity to surround him at this time, and they actually opened some distances to gather together. They were staring at the cliff head in shock and suspicion. The driver was even more confused:

Could it be that the boy from Yatou is not in the same group as the three people behind?

The scholar in the green shirt was old and his eyes were blurred. He couldn't see the appearance of the young man on the cliff. He shouted to the cliff again: "I know that you are also entrusted by others. I have no intention of knowing where you came from, but please take my life and don't hurt the innocent!"

Xu Huai came to his senses and saw that the three bandits had set a distance and did not retreat. They gathered together two hundred steps away, and they all took the longbow in their hands, complaining in their hearts.

He went out early and returned late for several days and squatted on the cliff, but he was only obsessed with trying to verify the memory that flashed through his mind, but he didn't want to be a hero to save Wang Bing.

However, the reactions of these three bandits also made Xu Huai feel strange:

In addition to the middle-aged man who looked like a coachman beside Wang Bing, he suddenly stood on the cliff and greeted Wang Bing. Shouldn’t these three bandits retreat with difficulty?

What treasures were hidden in the carriage that Wang Bing was riding in? They were still thinking about forcing them to rob?

Not like a bandit?

No matter how robbers are greedy for money, they must cherish their lives first?

Xu Huai was shocked when he thought that Wang Bing had just mistakenly thought he was "entrusted by others". Could it be that these three people were not bandits, they were the ones who were truly "entrusted by others" and came to chase Wang Bing?

Xu Huai couldn't help but pat his forehead, thinking that he hadn't broken it today, and Wang Bing was corpse under the cliff of Eagle's mouth today. In the eyes of others, wouldn't it be that he died of a bandit?

If the text memory that popped up in his mind was a history record of what happened today, wouldn’t it be fine?

Xu Huai was shocked and regretful, thinking that others said he was a fool, but it was true. Why did he follow the devil and get into such a mess?

What should I do now? I told the three guys behind me, "What should you do?" I just passed by and said hello, so it would not prevent you from assassinating Wang Bing?"

At this time, Xu Huai regretted not covering his face with his clothes, and he didn't know if the three assassins could see his face clearly one or two hundred steps apart.

If the assassin saw his face clearly, after killing Wang Bing and his escorts, would he come to kill him to silence him?

Xu Huai thought about it and hesitated to escape from the back cliff, but hesitated to feel a faint feeling in his heart that he could not explain clearly, which prevented him from doing so.

After a while, Xu Huaicai shouted to the bottom of the cliff:

"Mr. Wang, you are afraid you have misunderstood. My elder brother admires Mr. Wang's character. When he learned that you were demoted to Tangzhou, he was worried that the road in Tongbai Mountain would not be very peaceful. There may be three or five thieves who are not open to the eyes and may not be good for Mr. Wang, so I am here to wait. Mr. Wang, you can move forward, I will deal with these three thieves. I wish they would not have the courage to break into this eagle's mouth!"

The cliff of Eagle's beak is towering. Xu Huai saw that there were still many miscellaneous trees on the left and right, thinking that as long as he was careful, he should not be afraid of the bows and arrows in the hands of the assassin.

Also, the walls of Eagle's mouth are steep, so Xu Huai believed that the three assassins might not dare to attack. At that time, even if Uncle Seventeen and Xu Xin'an did not come to him, he could hold on until dark before finding a way to escape.

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Is it a friend but a enemy?

The scribe in the green shirt stared at the cliff, and was also surprised and suspicious.

"I don't know what happened before, but there must be the assassin sent by Cai Ying behind him..." The coachman narrowed his eyes, looked at Xu Huai's eyes, and said in a deep voice to the literati in the green shirt.

As for the current situation, they can only move forward.

The coachman didn't ask the boy and the "big brother" behind him, so as not to be heard by the assassin behind him.

Seeing the scribe in green nodding slightly, he bowed to the cliff and said, "Thank you for your help. If you have any assignment in the future, Lu Xiong will definitely die!" After that, he threw the whip out, slapped the horse's thick butt with a "pop", and the carriage slowly dragged it.

After passing Yingzizhu, it was a downhill road, and there were no pedestrians at this time.

The forests on both sides are sparse and gentle, without any obstruction, and do not seem to be ambushed.

At the end of your view, you can see the rows of buildings in Huaiyuan Town.

The coachman even rushed towards Huaiyuan Town.

When I encountered such an accident on the way, the girl hiding in the carriage hugged in the arms of her tamper, and was almost suffocated. But listening to the movement outside the carriage, I couldn't help but lift the curtains and look at the cliff. I saw the boy half-squatting in the mixed trees on the cliff, his dilapidated clothes shaking in the wind...

(Three leaders appeared, thanks to Ye Ye Darkness, Crow, Super Wood...)
Chapter completed!