The night falls and the moon rises high.
In a bamboo garden in a small village, Shui Yan, who was sleeping soundly, quietly opened his eyes and looked at the moonlight outside the window.
After a while.
Shui Yan stood up quietly, put on his clothes, and then carefully left the room.
During the entire process, whether walking or opening the door, there was no sound at all.
Obviously this isn't the first time this has happened in the middle of the night.
It also shows that Shui Yan, who is looked down upon by all the villagers, is not as simple as it seems.
"good weather!"
After leaving Zhuyuan, Shui Yan looked at the moonlight in the sky, smiled and murmured, and then walked out of the village.
...
"Excellent swordsmanship, not bad, not bad!"
"A boy can be taught~!"
Late at night.
In a dense forest, a young man was holding a sword and waving it around.
Accompanied by the cry of the sword cutting through the air, in the flash of the rotor, the young man's figure looked like an assassin and a ranger in the night, with a hint of warrior style.
But the weird thing is.
Except for a dozen graves, there were no other people around the boy.
And those words just now obviously did not come from the mouth of a young man.
Along with the sound of gasping, sweat had already covered his cheeks and soaked his clothes. Shui Yan didn't stop until the last sword move came down.
"Can I be considered a master?"
Shui Yan held the hilt of the sword, the blade inserted into the soil between his feet, and asked breathlessly.
In the eyes of others, there are only a dozen graves. In Shui Yan's eyes, he could see seven or eight dead souls sitting there, looking at him with smiles.
Although Shui Yan is not as tall and strong as others, perhaps after the fusion of two souls, his powerful soul allows him to see things that the world cannot see.
That is the soul of the dead.
But not every corpse can have a dead soul appear. Most of them are those who are powerful or have deep obsessions, so they have a certain chance of appearing.
And these dead souls in front of them are all bosses.
Among these dead souls, there were those who were assassins, but after the assassination was successful, they were outnumbered and killed.
There are also knights and merchants who, after dying in a foreign land, just want to be buried in peace and hope to tell their families.
There are also some scholars who were killed because of the jealousy of others and refused to rest in peace.
But without exception.
They all died on this land.
And the only one who can help them is Shui Yan!
Therefore, Shui Yan reached some kind of deal with many dead souls.
Among them, some of the dead souls who still wanted to take revenge also wanted to pin their hopes on Shui Yan.
In addition to what they have learned throughout their lives, they also want to have a successor.
This is why Shui Yan came here secretly in the middle of the night.
Under night.
Facing Shui Yan's inquiry, the dead souls nodded.
"Zhong Yan, remember that if there is a chance in the future and revenge is taken, bring a jug of wine here."
An old dead soul looked at Shui Yan and gave instructions.
Zhong, they all know that he is the second son in Shui Yan's family, so he is called Zhong Yan.
The words of this old dead soul also made other dead souls nod and look at Shui Yan.
Three years of hard training.
Those who can be handed over to Shui Yan have already devoted all their life's learning. If Shui Yan wants to become stronger in the future, he can only rely on training or opportunities.
It would be best if they met a soul that was more powerful than them, and Shui Yan might be able to move up to another level.
"Shui Yan will never forget what Duke Jin said!"
Shui Yan bowed his hands in front of the old soul.
Jin Gong was the first dead soul to teach him about human rights and tactics. Three years ago, Jin Gong was assassinated by someone he trusted, and his whole family was eventually implicated.
At this point, Jinggong put aside the resentment in his heart and persisted for three years!
He also stayed with him for three years.
For three years, Jinggong taught him patiently and without reservation, just to see him become a teacher.
Now looking at Jin Gong whose soul is gradually dimming, Shui Yan's eyes are gradually turning red. Perhaps only he knows the reluctance in his heart.
"good!"
Jin Gong's dim soul looked at the young man's figure in front of the tomb. When he saw the moonlight gradually brightening in the young man's eyes, Jin Gong smiled with satisfaction.
Although I was taught that emotions and anger should be invisible, I really looked at the young man's reluctance to give up.
But it’s also quite melancholy!
If I had known this person before my death!
that would be nice!
Smiling, Jin Gong stood up and first kowtowed to the other dead souls.
After everyone else returns the favor in turn.
Jin Gong then looked at Shui Yan, his eyes full of contentment.
"If you don't have ten levels of confidence yet, let's tolerate ten levels first!"
This is Jin Gong's last instruction to Shui Yan.
"Shui Yan, remember this!"
Shui Yan cupped his hands and saluted, indicating that he would keep it in mind.
Shui Yan seemed to understand what was going to happen next, and Shui Yan felt a little uncomfortable.
But he also knew that he had to accept it.
Under night.
Jin Gong looked at Shui Yan and held his hands in the master-disciple salute.
"Departure!"
At night, among the mass graves, Jin Gong's satisfied laughter reached Shui Yan's ears.
What followed was a succession of laughter-filled and free-spirited voices.
"Departure!"
"Departure!"
"Departure!"
Shui Yan didn't dare to raise his head as he listened to each voice.
Behind every word of "disciple" are the benefactors who taught him every night.
Perhaps from the beginning, when they taught him, they were waiting for the day when he would start teaching.
The sound disappeared, and after a moment, Dang Shui Yan raised his head.
The sad eyes looked around.
No more dead souls!
Yes, there are only a dozen tombs in this wilderness at night.
They are really gone!
Shui Yan took a deep breath and sighed.
In the past, he could come here to talk about anything. Now that they have left, no one will give him advice on many things in the future.
Before leaving.
Shui Yan knelt on his knees and kowtowed to the dozen tombs in front of him again.
"Shui Yan, thank you all my mentors!"
He whispered softly in a voice that only he could hear.
Shui Yan knew clearly that if he could really succeed one day in the future, he would be inseparable from the kindness of the dead before him.
After getting up, Shui Yan glanced at the place where he had been for three years, slowly pulled out the sword stuck on the ground, turned around and walked back home.
If he succeeds in the future, he will bring wine and return here.
