But in a rare move, the man rejected his proposal. On the contrary, the man handed him another bright red jade plaque that day and told him that this plaque was more precious than the Xuan Hui.
The name above became his nickname. It was also from that day on that "Touchi heard the sound" truly became his name.
He still had never had the slightest doubt about men.
After possessing the "Xuanhui", the man asked him to go out occasionally and complete some things. What started as a small errand became more and more important.
He was still grateful to the man, and he never hesitated to do this.
At that time, he thought that his life was saved by a man, and even if he was devastated, he would not regret it.
Time passed quickly like this. The man gradually began to go out frequently, and the tasks entrusted to him became increasingly difficult to understand.
He has become more sophisticated over the years, but his innocent heart has never changed. Although each mission became more and more ruthless, his heart never stopped judging himself.
The man seemed to gradually become aware of his confusion. Finally that night, the man made a decision about his attitude.
Seems like a normal night. When he returned to the house, he saw the man already standing there, waiting for him.
The relationship between the two gradually became cold and lonely, becoming more and more like a rigid relationship between superiors and subordinates. Seeing him coming back, the man didn't say much to him.
He asked him to follow himself and go out to do something.
It was that incident that truly plunged him into an abyss from which there was no turning back.
He followed the man through the woods and mountains, and there seemed to be no sound at night. The wind in his ears could not stir up the waves in his heart. His mind seemed to be out of body, and the back in front of him seemed to be getting farther and farther away.
After traveling for unknown lengths of time, the two of them arrived outside a majestic pavilion.
The majestic scene and the sky-high height made him secretly frightened, wondering what the man was planning to do.
However, the man seemed very relaxed. He even turned around and told him not to worry, saying it was just a small task.
He naively truly believed the man's words. The man asked him to hang upside down outside the seventh floor and hide. When there was a noise in the room, he only needed to throw a Huang Zhanzhan broad knife in and call it a day.
He was still pounding in his heart. But he did. He couldn't really go against the man's wishes, and he even had a slight suspicion that this was just a normal task.
Now that I think about it, I was really hypocritically hypnotizing myself at that time.
He followed every step the man told him. After throwing in the brass knife, he heard a commotion in the pavilion, and then a man appeared below, calling him to leave quickly.
He was also a little scared, so he quickly flew downstairs and left. He didn't dare to ask, but his heart was pounding, and he had a premonition that something terrible had happened.
Later, the news quickly reached his ears.
The world-famous master of Tiandian Wandao Pavilion, Senior Jian Chengfeng, died tragically in the pavilion.
When he heard the news, his mind seemed to go numb for a moment. As if five thunders struck him, he couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that the old man who was rumored to be resisting the disaster of the elves was actually killed by himself!
He suddenly felt that the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and his chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe. He killed, and he killed such a good and respected man. This was something he couldn't do, and he was scared from the bottom of his heart.
Troubles are raging in the world, and people are panicking. Rumors, both true and false, were flying all over the sky, and he felt anxious all day long.
It was at this time that the man came to pick him up.
Seeing the man's figure, he felt more and more anxious.
The man extended his hand to him calmly, just like when they first met.
But he didn't dare to take it. He gradually felt that this man was planning something and that there was a huge hidden secret behind him. This was something he couldn't bear!
The man's expression was calm, but the commotion of the busybody could be heard outside.
The man told him that he could no longer live here.
They didn't do a clean job that night. In addition to the turmoil within Tiandian Wandao Pavilion, there was also a wave of people who followed the clues and actually found their traces.
His mind felt utter despair at that moment. There was no light in sight, and he seemed to be half asleep. Finally, he listened to the man's words, killed all the pursuers outside, and burned the old town dry.
The hot flames shone in his pupils, but pierced into his heart and caused bursts of pain. He cried, but he didn't know what he should do.
He took the lives of countless people in the town, and was buried with him, not only the truth of that night, but also his beating heart.
It was then that the man revealed the truth to him. He pointed to the deer skin on his neck and the old scars all over his body, telling him bit by bit the tragedy that happened hundreds of years ago.
He had the ability, but he failed to save his loved ones. He is here for revenge now. He has been planning a plan for many years, which is called "Jiuche Xiaoying"!
The man told him a lot, and he listened obediently, seeming to take it in, but also seeming to hear nothing.
Finally, the man once again extended his hand of invitation to the confused man. Only this time, it was an invitation to enter the darkness.
He hesitated. But I still didn't make up my mind to refuse. Looking back on the past, he no longer has anyone he can rely on, and only his benefactor is left in front of him, even if it is to repay his past kindness.
At that time, he only had his last thoughts about this man.
Afterwards, as Jiu Che Xiaoying's Cheqi envoy, he started the future plans of the man who was honored as "Shadow Master".
His identity was concealed, and in those years, he was in a state of confusion, like a machine performing a mission. He didn't know day and night, he only knew to complete the task and wait for the day when retribution would come, so that he could leave without any guilt.
He didn't care at all about the affairs of those colleagues. He lurked into the shadows during the day and walked through the darkness at night, alone and heartbroken.
The only fun he had was sitting alone and playing chess. After years of running around, his hands were stained with blood and his mind was dull, but he would still occasionally think of the past and the strange chess player back then.
Later his tasks gradually became less and less. He had more time to face the chessboard, and his heart, sealed by blood and rust, gradually gained color.
He began to think. He thought about many things, and he thought about many things during the long years he spent alone.
He never forgot the teachings of the strange chess player. Despite hundreds of years of ups and downs, when he faced the chessboard, he gradually felt that everything from back then was coming to life again.
As a result of thinking, he felt more and more strange.
Looking at the ever-changing black and white patterns on the chessboard, he seemed to have gained insight into a lot of secrets hidden behind himself.
