Qin Gong

Chapter 3
The night is shrouded, 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 got up quietly, put on her clothes, and carefully left the room.

During the whole process, whether it was walking or opening the door, there was no sound at all.

Apparently this wasn't the first time this happened in the middle of the night.

It also shows that Shui Yan, who is looked down upon by village names, is not as simple as it appears on the surface.

"good weather!"

Leaving the bamboo garden, Shui Yan looked at the moonlight in the sky, murmured with a smile, and then walked out of the village.

"Great swordsmanship, not bad!"

"Children can be taught~!"

In the middle of the night.

In a chaotic jungle, a young man held a sword and kept waving it.

Accompanied by the sound of the blade piercing through the air, the boy's figure flashed in the night, like an assassin or a ranger, with a trace of a warrior.

But weirdly.

Except for a dozen graves, there were no other people around the boy.

Those words just now obviously did not come from the mouth of the young man.

Accompanied by the panting sound, sweat had already covered his cheeks and soaked his clothes.Shui Yan didn't stop until the last sword move fell.

"Can I count as a teacher?"

Shui Yan held the hilt of the sword and inserted the blade into the soil between his feet, asking out of breath.

In the eyes of others, there are only a dozen graves.In Shui Yan's gaze, he could see seven or eight dead souls sitting there, looking at him with smiles.

Don't think that Shui Yan is not as big and strong as others, but maybe after the fusion of the souls of the two lives, 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 show the soul of the dead, most of them are those who are powerful in front of them, or have deep obsessions, so they have a certain chance to appear.

And these dead souls in front of them are all big bosses.

Among these dead souls, there were assassins in front of them, but after the assassination was successful, they were outnumbered and killed.

There are also rangers and merchants who, after they died in foreign countries, only want to be buried in peace, hoping to inform their families.

There are also some scholars who were killed because of the envy of others, and died with regret.

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 dead souls who still want to take revenge also want to pin this hope on Shui Yan.

In addition to what they have learned all their lives before them, they also want to have a successor.

That's why Shui Yan came here secretly in the middle of the night.

Under the night.

Facing Shui Yan's question, those dead souls nodded one after another.

"Zhong Yan, remember that if you have a chance in the future, if you avenge your revenge, you will bring a pot of wine here."

An old dead soul looked at Shui Yan and asked.

Zhong, but they all know that in Shui Yan's family, he is the second son, so he is called Zhong Yan.

And the words of this old dead soul also made other dead souls nod and look at Shui Yan.

Three years of penance.

Those who can be handed over to Shuiyan, they have exhausted all their lifelong learning, if Shuiyan wants to become stronger in the future, he can only rely on training or chance.

It is best to meet a dead soul who is more powerful than them, and Shui Yan may be able to go up to another level.

"Shui Yan will never forget, Duke Jin's words!"

Shui Yan cupped his hands in salute to the aged soul.

This Duke Jin was the dead soul who first taught him about human rights schemes. Three years ago, Duke Jin was assassinated by someone he trusted, and eventually his whole family was imprisoned.

So far, Jin Gong has persisted for three years despite the resentment in his heart!

Been with him for three years.

For three years, Duke Jin taught him patiently and unreservedly, just to see the day when he would become a teacher.

Now looking at Duke Jin whose dead soul is gradually dimming, Shui Yan's eyes are gradually turning red, perhaps only he knows the reluctance in his heart.

"good!"

Duke Jin's gloomy soul looked at the boy's figure in front of the tomb. When he saw the moonlight in the boy's eyes gradually brightening, Duke Jin smiled with satisfaction.

Although I have been taught that emotions cannot be shown, but I really look at the boy's reluctance.

But also quite melancholy!
If you knew this child before you were alive!
that would be nice!

Smiling, Duke Jin got up, and first kowtowed to the other dead souls.

After everyone else returned the gift in turn.

Duke Jin then looked at Shui Yan with contentment in his eyes.

"If you haven't grasped the tenth level yet, let's tolerate the tenth level first!"

This is Duke Jin's last sentence to Shui Yan.

"Shui Yan remember!"

Shui Yan bowed his hands and saluted, indicating that he would definitely keep it in mind.

Seeming to understand the next thing, Shui Yan felt a little uncomfortable.

But he also knew that he had to accept it.

Under the night.

Duke Jin looked at Shui Yan, and clasped his hands in the master-apprentice salute.

"Leave a teacher!"

Under the darkness of night, in the mass grave, Duke Jin's satisfied laughter reached Shui Yan's ears.

Followed by the ear, is one after another full of laughter, free and easy voice.

"Leave a teacher!"

"Leave a teacher!"

"Leave a teacher!"

Hearing each voice, Shui Yan didn't dare to raise his head.

Behind every "teacher" is a benefactor who taught him every night.

Perhaps from the very beginning, when they taught him, they had been waiting for the day when he would be a teacher.

The sound disappeared, and a moment later, when Shui Yan raised his head.

The sad eyes looked around.

No more dead souls!

Yes, there are only a dozen or so cemeteries in the wilderness under the night.

They really left!
Shui Yan took a deep breath and sighed.

In the past, he could come here to talk about anything, but now that they are gone, no one will give him advice on many things in the future.

before leaving.

Shui Yan knelt down on his knees and kowtowed again to the dozen or so graves in front of him.

"Shui Yan, thank you all benefactors!"

He murmured softly, a voice only he could hear.

Shui Yan knew that if he could really rise to the top one day in the future, it would be inseparable from the grace of the dead before him.

After getting up, Shui Yan glanced at the place where he had been here for three years, slowly pulled out the sword stuck in the ground, then turned and walked back home.

If he succeeds in the future, he will bring fine wine and return here.

(End of this chapter)