At the beginning, the little prince Beili and his mother were crazy about each other.

The river is so deep that it is difficult to see the river.

There is a river in this world. It is said that no one has ever seen it, because those who have seen it will eventually disappear from this world with their heads and bodies separated.

This river is called the Dark River. Only in the dead of night can you vaguely see it by the moonlight.

Go up the river and you will find them. They are assassins in the night, the most brutal killers in the world.

When the night is deep and the moonlight is shining, a young man in purple clothes, relying on the faint moonlight, walks along the direction of the river.

There is a murderous atmosphere around, as if countless eyes are watching him.

The purple-clothed youth was inevitably frightened by the murderous auras, and his face turned pale, and his heart beat faster and faster.

He began to realize that his decision might put him in danger.

The rippling water was as calm as a mirror, but it exuded an unsettling tranquility.

The purple-clothed youth, holding an oil-paper umbrella, stepped on the muddy soil.

It was drizzling in the sky, and the river was shimmering with light mist.

He raised his head slightly, and saw a slender man in black clothes appearing at the end of the river.

Seeing this man, the purple-clothed youth tightened the sword at his waist, and the corners of his lips rose slightly.

He knew that he had made the right bet!

The purple-clothed youth walked forward slowly, and the murderous intent hidden around him had disappeared.

He came to the black-clothed man, looked at the pale man, raised his chin, and said proudly: "Let's go!"

The black-clothed man glanced at him slightly, his eyes were calm as water, and he didn't say anything, just turned around and led the boy forward.

I don't know how long they walked, and along the way the purple-clothed boy seemed very curious about this taciturn man.

It stands to reason that the person who came to greet him should be of high status, but in his opinion.

The black-clothed man in front of him, although tall, showed a weak look of Tianqi's dandy.

Although curious, he did not take the initiative to ask because of his current identity.

The black-clothed man suddenly stopped and said: "We're here."

The purple-clothed boy looked up and saw that a gorgeous attic appeared in front of them at some point.

The plaque on the attic had an elegant name written on it - Xingluoyueying Pavilion.

There were two people outside the attic, one with a cloth bag hanging around his waist, sitting on the steps smoking a pipe.

A man stood straight outside the pavilion, holding a long knife and looking sharp.

At this time, the purple-clothed boy laughed.

The black-clothed man raised his eyes slightly and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

The purple-clothed boy walked forward, looked at the pavilion, and said loudly, "How many people in this world can step into this Star-falling Moon Shadow Pavilion?"

The black-clothed man did not speak, but led him over.

The man sitting on the steps, smoking a pipe, nodded slightly at the black-clothed man, and looked at the purple-clothed boy with a faint look.

"Now, do you still want to step into this Star-falling Moon Shadow Pavilion?"

Suddenly, the purple-clothed boy heard the sound of heavy rain, and suddenly looked back, but there was still drizzling in the sky.

Hearing is false, seeing is true?

The boy looked surprised, and the man put down his pipe and knocked on the steps, and smiled and said, "Little boy, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it."

Is this... the accent of Bashu?

The purple-clothed youth frowned. Although he didn't understand what the youngest boy meant, he still felt uncomfortable after hearing it. Outside the pavilion, the man holding the long knife closed his eyes, looking intimidating without anger. It was time to give this kid a little shock. Sure enough, the purple-clothed youth put away his previous contempt. The black-clothed man led him into the attic. As soon as he stepped into the attic, the sound of rain outside the pavilion disappeared. With every step they took, the candlesticks on both sides lit up instantly. However, the distance between the candlesticks was very far, the candlelight was weak, and it was still dark inside. The world-famous Dark River, the world's number one killer organization. Can't even light a candle? It's so fuel-saving! The purple-clothed youth couldn't help but complain in his heart. Soon, the two walked to the end of the long pavilion, and in an instant, the surrounding lights were bright. At some point, the two stood in the center. At this time, the black-clothed man who led the way quietly walked to the left and sat down.

The purple-clothed young man looked around and saw that to the left of the black-clothed man was an old man with an old body and fingers as white as jade.

On the other side was a woman who was about 30 years old, with a bit of charm between her eyebrows, charming eyes and infinite charm.

And right above, there was a person sitting behind a curtain, whose face could not be seen clearly.

But

However, the only person who can sit in that position is the head of Dark River, the head of the family.

Dark River is divided into three families, the Su family of weapons and magic, the Xie family of internal power and boxing, and the Mu family of medical secrets.

The three families are represented by the three heads of the family, and above the three heads of the family is the head of the family.

"Welcome to the Starfall Moon Shadow Pavilion." The man above said in a low and hoarse voice.

The purple-clothed youth clasped his fists and saluted: "I believe you are the head of the Dark River. After meeting you today, the Dark River is indeed worthy of its reputation."

The person behind the curtain nodded slightly: "Do you know the purpose of this trip?"

The purple-clothed youth stood up straight: "Of course!"

Su Changhe's eyes flashed with a trace of appreciation: "Very good, although you said it in the letter, I still want to hear it from you in person."

"Tell me, your identity?"

The purple-clothed youth held the sword tightly around his waist and said loudly: "The Sixth Prince of Beili, Prince Yong'an Xiao Chuhe!"

Once the most favored prince by the emperor, everyone believed that he was the candidate for the crown prince. He was an unparalleled genius in both character and martial arts.

However, at the age of fifteen, he was demoted to a commoner and exiled to Qingzhou because of the Langya Prince's treason case. Although he was pardoned later, he still refused to return to the capital.

With such an identity, of course he has the qualifications to stand here.

"Hahaha!" Su Changhe laughed loudly behind the curtain: "Okay!"

Identity is no longer important to them. What they need is a connection.

A connection that can connect with Tianqi!

...

A golden-top carriage slowly moved on the official road. As the number of refugees around it gradually increased, it attracted the attention of the people in the sedan.

"Jin Xuan, bring food and ask why the people of Beili have fallen to begging on the streets."

Jin Xuan, who was guarding the right side of the sedan, nodded slightly, then took off the package on his body and walked towards the refugees.

Could it be...

War broke out in the border area? But why didn't Tianqi receive the news?