No moon, no stars.

The insects and birds all fell silent and disappeared. The air no longer had the fragrance of spring earth, but was mixed with the gloomy and dull smell of dust that couldn't be shaken off. The whole black stone cliff was silent. There were no lights from the shops.

There were no fireworks in the houses either.

A little shadow was hesitantly walking along, touching the base of the wall.

Facing them, a group of patrolling martial artists walked forward with swords in hand. When they came closer, they raised their hands and saluted: "Thank you, hero!"

An imperceptible smile flashed across his face, and he strode towards the courtyard.

Along the way, six or seven teams of swordsmen were greeted, all uniformly organized. I guess there is no tighter defense than this.

Passing by the backyard, Xue Hai and other female family members must have fallen asleep long ago. It was very quiet. Climbing up the high tower in the Chu Mansion and looking into the distance, the whole town was also sleeping peacefully - except for the policemen who were on alert everywhere. The outside of the town was being flashed by yingying.

The fire dragons surrounded it - it was made up of dots of torches, and the rangers' actions were as coordinated as an army pressing down on the territory. Where is Konoha's hiding place?

He held the hilt of the sword in his hand and smiled.

How long has it been since he laughed sincerely? He couldn't remember it himself. Maybe ten years, maybe more - a pure smile without hatred, like the smile of Mo'er who haunted him in Fenghuo Ridge, turned out to be

What an extravagant hope. Ever since he took over this sword, his life has been soaked in blood, and he can no longer escape from it.

He was afraid of seeing Chu Xuehai, afraid that Chu Xuehai would be contaminated with such filthy things. He understood the reason why Chu Tao guarded this courtyard wholeheartedly - this was the closest to the Jianghu, but the women here had to be the farthest away from the Jianghu, and the further away they were.

The better. Because once you are contaminated, you will never be able to escape. Whether you want it or not, you can only let it go and go with the flow.

He thought of Su Su again - a woman who should not have had anything to do with the world. In the first twenty years of his life, if there was not that soft light, maybe he would be like those people in the back alleys at this moment.

He even fell into a world more gloomy than a back alley. But could he never find Su Su again?

In the courtyard, he grabs a piece of fresh green and plays an untuned tune. It doesn't matter whether other people are sleeping peacefully. Only the whistle of leaves can calm him and relieve him a little bit of pain when he recalls the past. It may be low or low.

It's clear, but can you still hear the woman you haven't seen for a long time? Close your eyes and let a little sadness scatter on the ground.

The sound of pipa? Yes, secretly, hidden in the east wind, like an answer!

The pipa music once again stung his heart. Su Su's pipa sound was one of the most emotional pieces he had ever heard - in fact, he didn't understand so many melodies, but Chu Tao's music could attract him.

Because of the power of the sound of the piano, he was pulled out of the wine vat and returned to reality. Su Su's pipa was the only comfort in the desperate situation - when he was beaten to death and dying, only this pipa could bring him back to reality.

He forgot the pain of his flesh and blood. Pipa played with him and smiled warmly.

It was an illusion, just like the illusion that night in Ningxiang Pavilion. Susu... He called softly to the night sky, and the locked gate in his heart creaked. A ray of light that frightened him leaked through the gap and projected

Enter the vulnerable corners of your heart.

He smelled the fragrance of purple ylang stamens - damn Konoha again!

The white shadow slipped over the roof, throwing down a snarky smile. It was not Konoha, but it had similar skills and arrogance to Konoha. Jiang Shaoyun's white-clothed envoy was obviously not only Konoha's capable person. Are they all here?

?Very good! The stone in his hand flew up and hit the man's ankle. He instantly fell to the other side of the wall and disappeared.

"Come here!" Xie Junhe ordered loudly.

Immediately, a group of guards came here in a hurry.

"Guard the lady's bedroom and be wary of Ziylang Ruixiang, they are coming!"

"Here he comes?" The eight guards were startled and immediately divided into two groups to guard the front yard and rear window of the bedroom.

"No matter what happens, you must not leave your post. I will chase that person." Xie Junhe jumped towards the place where the white shadow disappeared. Konoha, he was going to dig out this person and cut his body into pieces. But

How could he know the pipa music and the existence of Su Su? No one on the south bank knew about this matter, not even Chu Tao. Could it be that Konoha would actually be involved with the north bank? The Qin family? But not the Qin family

Is there a blood feud with Jiang Shaoyun? He secretly felt that this was the most frightening thing.

But at the corner of the street, a woman in blue and white cloth suddenly appeared, wearing a minimalist outfit, holding a pipa, slowly walking down the narrow alley. She was just like Susu before. But she just passed by in a flash, and she looked back as if she was startled, and immediately disappeared without a trace.

.

Is it a trap? A trap specially set by Konoha for him? He secretly felt funny, even though he knew it was a trap, he still had to pursue it now. In the middle of the night, on the moonless long street, the dim light of the lanterns could not dispel the coldness of the bluestone slabs. He

Hiding in the darkness of every corner, I quietly watched her petite figure swaying lonely, farther and farther away.

Susu must have been like this before, silently walking along the long street, passing by restaurants and bars, leaving her voice there for a few pitiful copper coins. She might be bullied one day, so she had to swallow her anger.

In such a vast world, it is not easy for the daughter of an ordinary violinist to make a living with just one piece of pipa! But what a kind-hearted girl she is?

The shadow of the past is projected in my mind, overlapping with the scene in front of me:

In the narrow alley, in the darkness, the messy fists and kicks around him came like a rainstorm. He huddled on the ground, relying only on his arms to protect himself, and sneered. However, nothing could cover the pain - everyone around him was taller than him,

He was stronger than him. He had been surrounded by a circle of strong men like iron hoops. He endured it until he was swallowed up in a deathly silence. In the abyss of despair, he had already given up struggling. He would either starve to death or be killed.

Beating to death seems to have been his destiny since the day he was born - he is just more willing to be beaten to death. At least, he still looks like a human being, and like a person who has survived. Although no one will find out

In the corner of the alley, even if he was completely dead and rotten, he was just treated as a piece of garbage by someone holding his nose and thrown into a mass grave - he had seen this scene too many times since he was born.

Waiting to die? Why is it raining? God will never take pity on him - he can clearly see the dazzling sunlight through his slightly opened eyes - and wants to kill him in this world.

It wasn't raining, but there was warm water flowing through the corners of his mouth, slowly, drop by drop, moistening his dry body. It wasn't raining, but there was a stream of cool water gently wiping his wounds and washing away the blood stains.
Chapter completed!