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    Bing Twenty-Three originally had no name.

    He is just an ordinary dead soldier in the Xuanwu world with the rank C, and even this serial number has no special meaning.

    The number twenty-three does not represent the strength of cultivation, it cannot express the age, and it does not mean the ranking.  It's just that it's his turn to get a number, and it happens to be twenty-three.

    ?This group of people is marked according to the heavenly stem, the first batch is A, the second is B, and so on, from A, B, C, D to Wuji, Geng, and Xin.  When the tenth round turns around and starts a new round of "A", the first batch will probably all be dead.

    It was in such a sinister, cruel, and trustless environment that Bing Twenty-Three lived to be sixteen years old.

    He can kill and obey the rules, and he lives no differently from other dead soldiers, and no one has ever paid special attention to him-the dead soldiers are all uniformly cast weapons and parts.  The probability of them being really noticed is not even as good as someone suddenly falling in love with a particular screw.

    Over the years, some of the killers in the same group as Bing 23 died, some disappeared, and some never came back after being summoned.

    For all of this, no one is discussing countermeasures in private, and no one cares about their whereabouts.  The dead men lived numbly, and they didn't even have the energy to worry about tomorrow's dinner. In their eyes, life and death were the same mediocre things.

    For them, death is the end of life, and life is nothing but a continuation of death.

    After receiving all the training, Bing Twenty-Three and a dozen dead soldiers were divided into a canyon, which has been their habitat ever since.  Everything in the canyon is unremarkable, only a stream meanders in from the mouth of the canyon, and runs through the whole canyon horizontally. The scenery is different from other places, so it is somewhat interesting.

    Zhen Shuangliu still remembers that the flowing water of the curved stream is sweet and clear. There was a cinnabar-like pebble lying at the bottom of the section of the stream he visited most often.

    It was there that Bing Twenty-Three met Que Cangjiang.

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    Bing Twenty-Three embarked on a rather sinister mission. Although he struggled to come back in the end, the blow from the other party before his death made Bing Twenty-Three feel burned.  In his trance, he even mistakenly thought that he had swallowed lava in his stomach.

    He stumbled back to the canyon that belonged to himself and others, and fell headlong beside the clear stream.

    He is dying.

    It hurts to die.

    Bing Twenty-Three's tattered headband fell apart, and his blood-clotted hair soaked into the stream, like a clump of weird and dangerous kelp.

    Three or four people in the canyon were preparing to go on a mission. They tacitly walked around Bing Ershisan's dying body. Someone avoided the blood-stained stream and took some water from his upstream to drink.

    Apart from this, there is no other action.

    I am used to life and death, so I am indifferent.

    When he was about to die, every sense of Bing Ershisan was greatly amplified.  When the little footsteps treading water entered his ears, the effect was no less than the sound of a drum beating with a heavy hammer, which made him feel uneasy when he was about to die, so he had to slightly open his eyelids in that direction.

    It was at that glance that he saw the figure coming against the light of the Cangjiang River, unrestrained and high-spirited.  From then on, in Zhenshuangliu's heart, there lived a young man who came from across the river all the year round.

    When he woke up again, the wound on his body had been meticulously wrapped with wound medicine, and someone had treated his internal injury with precious medicine.  Even the body has been changed into a piece of dry new clothes.

    The warm fire was only one step away from him, but Que Cangjiang was sitting on the other side of the fire, staring at him intently with his chin propped.

    Bing Ersan sat up all of a sudden, but Cangjiang noticed that the form he took on when he sat up did not need to be adjusted, it was already the best posture that the defense could take.

    At that moment, Que Cangjiang thought that the boy in black had something to say, but he didn't.

    He just looked at Ke Cangjiang full of vigilance, his lips tightly pursed into a line.

    Across the blazing fire, Qi Cangjiang could clearly see the fine fluff on the young man's ears, and he subconsciously lost his mind for a moment.

    There was such a moment, but Cangjiang thought, there shouldn't be such an old-fashioned expression on such a face.

    ¡ª¡ªThen in the next blink of an eye, Bing Ershisan was already holding a pair of jet-black daggers, and the tip of the daggers flashed sharply in front of Que Cangjiang's eyes.

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    Bing Twenty-Three sat on the highest treetop in the canyon.

    He failed to kill thatThe person named Cangjiang, he can't beat this guy.

    Logically speaking, Bing Twenty-Three should have reported the outsider's intrusion into the canyon.  But he also knew that since Que Cangjiang didn't kill him, he would be suspected, and in this case, he would definitely die.

    He had just tasted the taste of dying, and he didn't want to review it so soon.

    Bing Twenty-Three doesn't want to die now.

    An instructor who once trained them said that everything in the world has a corresponding price.  Orphans like them can be adopted by Lord Xuanwu, and they should be born to become the swordsmen of Lord Xuanwu. This is the price of their upbringing.

    Then, the price Bing Ershisan paid for not wanting to die isthat man named Que Cangjiang, who entangled himself.

    On the thin treetop, Bing Twenty-Three suddenly turned around with a kite, and he showed a short dagger in each of his left and right hands. Although the dagger was not fed poison this time, its fierce and ghostly moves were not less than half.

    However, after three breaths, Bingershisan was completely restrained by Que Cangjiang just like last time.

    The man behind twisted his arm instead, and pressed Bing Ershisan against the tree trunk neatly, carefully avoiding Bing Ershisan's face during the process, so as not to scratch him a bit.

    "This time I won again." Que Cangjiang smiled leisurely behind his back, Bing Ersan looked at him coldly, and even tried to stare at him, but it only made the man laugh even more.

    "Okay, okay." But Cangjiang slowed down his tone reassuringly.  He let go of C23, and reached into his breast pocket, "I brought you something, it's not the first time that little rattle fooled you"

    "Did you fool me with the rattle?" Bing Ershisan asked abruptly.

    "Ah" But Cangjiang was dumbfounded for a moment, and began to reflect on why he had slipped his mouth.  He blinked and suddenly laughed, "Oh, so you can talk, aren't you dumb?"

    There was something suddenly thrown towards his face, and the wind howled, but it was not a hidden weapon, it was just a light and fluffy little toy.

    It was a small, rough rattle.

    But Cangjiang didn't even need to use his spiritual energy to stop it.  After looking at it, he couldn't help laughing: it turned out that the small rattle had been broken.

    He couldn't laugh or cry: "How much effort did you use"

    Bing Ershisan looked at him expressionlessly, his mouth was tightly shut, and he never said a word.

    "I didn't mean it before, I only had this on me at the time." Que Cangjiang explained, "But this time I came to find you, I brought a lot of other things"

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    But Cangjiang always came to look for Bing Ershisan.

    Sometimes, Bing Ersan felt that he didn't seem like the price he needed to pay.

    Will the price in the world be so good and make people so happy?  C twenty-three don't understand.

    But Cangjiang brought many outside things to Bing Ersan, they were sugar figures and fruits that had been glimpsed in the street, and there was also a string of ice crystal beads floating in the air that could change shapes.  He brought many maps and scrolls, and he also helped Bing Ersan repair the small rattle.

    In fact, he can give Bing Twenty-Three a new rattle, but Bing Twenty-Three doesn't want the others.

    He only wants this one.

    But Cangjiang also learned of Bing Ersan's name.

    He said to Bing Twenty-Three gently but firmly, "I think you should have another name."

    "That's my name."

    "It's just a serial number." Que Cangjiang looked straight into his eyes with a rare sharpness, "And this serial number has been used by many people¡ªyes, it's just a code name for consumables."

    Bing Twenty-Three said naturally: "I am a consumable."

    "No, you're not." But Cangjiang suddenly held Bing Ershisan's hand, he paused every word, and said with a serious expression he had never seen before, "You are my friend, you are independent  one person."

    His expression at that moment has been remembered by Bing Ershisan for hundreds of years.

    Then when the sun went down that day, pointing to that stream, Bing Twenty-Three had a new name.

    At the first meeting by the stream, Bing Ersan only saw a hazy shadow with light in his eyes, but Cangjiang took a thorough look at the black-clothed boy lying in the autumn frost and clear stream.

    The boy's hair was soaked in the clear stream, and the black silk had already absorbed the water, looking like a piece of yarn waiting to be washed.

    "Zhenshuangliu." Que Cangjiang said softly, "You can call it Zhenshuangliu."

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