Xu Yang lay on the bed in the room of the "cyclamen" inn, half-leaning to sleep.

Sleeping, cyclamen dreams.

At this time, Xu Yang was sleeping on the roof of the room.

The black-faced man crouched in a corner of the roof of the "cyclamen" inn, and beneath his feet were neatly arranged tiles. He was like a rat afraid of the light, afraid to make a sound.

Sneaky, rats come at night.

Outside the main entrance of the Cyclamen Inn is an empty street, straight and dimly lit.

At this moment, one end of the street suddenly lit up.

Four night watchmen emerged from one end of the street, each with a guiding lantern in their left hand. The night was dark, and the brightness of the guiding lantern became more and more apparent. From afar, it looks like four glowing gems floating in a dark river.

In a short time, the four night watchmen arrived on the opposite side of the entrance to the Cyclamen Inn.

The black-faced man on the roof hurriedly retracted, and the whole person lay directly on the roof. Half of his face was pressed against the roof tiles, and the cold sensation of the tiles could not cool his nervous body.

He heard his own heartbeat.

Puff, puff, puff, a heart is like a restless stone.

If you cut a knife in his vest at this moment, that heart will definitely jump out and jump high.

Is the heart red, or green, or black?

The mass that jumped out, whether its water head was sufficient, whether the meat was transparent, whether it had an ice feeling inside, and whether it was old and fine......

If you go down, will it go up or down?

The black-faced man's mind burst into a strange thought, and one of his hearts jumped out and turned into an emerald green color, green crystalline, green thoroughness, and green hooking.

As Xu Yang said before, "The so-called green of the emperor star is the king of the Burmese Cui, and none of the millions of rough stones exist." The posture of the emperor, the state of the stars, the creation of heaven and earth, the extremely beautiful jade. The vast majority of people never have the opportunity to witness it once in their lifetime. ”

The black-faced man was lost and fell into it.

At this time, the black-faced man's ears heard the secret voice of the golden-eyed leopard: "You black dog, don't get distracted, keep an eye on it." ”

Only then did the black-faced man restrain his mind.

He hurriedly stretched out four fingers under the eaves, shook them slightly, and signaled that the golden-eyed leopard standing against the wall had four night watchmen coming, and they had arrived on the street on the other side of the house.

Perhaps too nervous, the black-faced man accidentally knocked off a roof tile when he retracted his gesture.

There was a slight click.

The gray tile emerged from the many neat tiles and was immediately in the air. But it is not a bird, it has no wings, it can only fall. The result should be a slam to pieces.

The cultivation of the golden-eyed leopard surpassed that of the black-faced man by a big grade, and with his cultivation in the True Dan Realm, he immediately found the fallen tile.

The golden pupil of his left eye flashed a sharp gold, and he locked the trajectory of the falling tile, and quickly made a judgment.

Pick it up by hand, you can't reach it. Jump out and be easily spotted by the people inside the inn.

The golden-eyed leopard's eyes widened, his right leg stretched out vigorously, and his toes were as straight as a sword blade. His body was still pressed against the wall, and his thighs and calves were straight.

The fallen tile was just propped up by him on the tip of his outstretched toe. The tiles swayed from side to side, like children playing on a seesaw, but they didn't fall off.

The golden-eyed leopard broke out in a cold sweat, he slowly bent his legs, retracted his toes, held the disobedient tile tightly in his hand, and scolded angrily: "Black dog, are you shitting? ”

Although the tiles did not fall directly to the ground, they still made a subtle sound that seemed abrupt in the quiet of the night.

The four night watchmen on the street all have cultivation above the Peiyuan realm. Their hearing was many times greater than that of ordinary mortals, and even the slightest sound within ten feet could not escape their ears.

"What's the sound?"

The four night watchmen stopped. Their right hands were held in unison on the hilt of their swords at their waists. The knife was unsheathed, but it seemed to be ready to be pulled out and cut through something.

"It's the "Cyclamen" inn. One of them looked up with a lamp and saw a plaque at the entrance of the inn.

"There's a lot going on in this makeshift market. A few days ago, there was a disturbance in this cyclamen inn. ”

"It is said that it is to compete for a pill that is used to break through to the Peiyuan realm. ”

As a result, three people died, and one person ran away with the pill. ”

"Do you want to go up to the roof and take a look, it seems to be the sound coming from there. ”

"Who's going?"

"I was the one who patrolled the roof last time, and this time you don't look at me. ”

"It's your turn, third. ”

"I'm as fat as a ball, and I jumped on it without crushing the entire roof. ”

"Fourth, you're the thinnest, so let's go up and have a look. ”

"I had a bad stomach tonight and was a little sick. ”

"Don't be lazy, let's jump up and have a look. ”

The voices of the four people were neither loud nor small.

The black-faced man on the roof could hear it so clearly that he could even imagine the four night watchmen.

"These four guys were seen on this street the other day. One old and three young, among them there is a fat man and a thin man. They all had knives on their bodies, and they carried them around their waists. At this moment, their hands must be clenched on the hilt of the knife. If the four of them had jumped up and drawn their swords together, wouldn't I have been cut......"

Cut! a terrible word.

Sweat! soaked through my clothes.

The black-faced man knew that he was no match for the four Night Watchmen. These four night watchmen don't look at the cultivation as not much higher than him, but they make a living by catching people by hand on weekdays. Killing people and fighting ruthlessly, it is a powerful character among monks of the same level.

The black-faced man was so frightened that he couldn't move.

At this moment, he felt that he was a piece of rough stone that had not yet been peeled and cut on the stall, and he had been favored by the buyers of guessing stones, and he was ready to be stabbed at any time.

And tonight, it must be a lot of knives, and the result must be lifeless.

"Meow-", the black-faced man learned a cat meow in a hurry.

Before the black-faced man entered the Xiuzhen rivers and lakes, he had a cat at home. The black short-haired ones are called black steamed buns. The black steamed bun and the black-faced man were both black, thin and black, because both he and he often did not have enough to eat.

He and the kitten black steamed bun are playmates, and he will learn to meow like a kitten on weekdays, and the two communicate and play happily.

Poor joy is pure.

Until one day, the black-faced man had enough of a life without a full stomach, and he was determined to go to Xiuzhen to break through.

Jianghu is so good.

From now on, the black-faced man can eat white-flour steamed buns or white rice every day, but he pays more.

Once, he took a job to deliver a letter.

He ran 300 miles to deliver messages, climbed eight mountains, and waded across five rivers. On the twentieth day of May, a mysterious letter was delivered to the recipient.

The recipient was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, with two pigtails, a yellow skirt, and clear eyebrows, which was the type that black-faced men liked.

The little girl with pigtails couldn't wait to open the secret letter at that time, ignoring the black-faced man on the side, her face was happy and cheering.

The black-faced man couldn't help but glance at it secretly, and the letter only had four words written on it, "Arrive at night", and a red heart was drawn next to it.

"Girl, you haven't given the spirit stone to deliver the letter? The black-faced man's inopportune words interrupted the braided girl's joy.

The black-faced man accepted a medium-grade spirit stone from the braided girl, and turned away expressionlessly. Somehow, this was the first time he had received the spirit stone, but he couldn't be happy.

Before he had gone far, he vaguely heard the girl next to the pigtailed girl behind him whispering, "Miss, look, this black man who delivers the letter walks like a black dog on our street." ”

Single dog!

Since then, every year on May 20, the black-faced man will sleep all day with his face covered. It's a year without this day, and I'm very happy.

Another time, the black-faced man received ten medium-grade spirit stones and took over the work of fighting on behalf of others.

In the nameless bamboo forest, the black-faced man and the man stumbled.

He cut off one of the man's legs, and he was stabbed in the arm himself, leaving a large scar to this day. If he hadn't been treated early and left his arm by luck, his current nickname would have been "one-armed wolf", not a "black dog" who has no domineering at all and even a little cowardly.

Another time, the black-faced man took it

to find the deal of the eighth aunt who ran away for an old lady of a big family of Xiuzhen.

The old lady is one hundred and two years old, and the eighth aunt who ran away is twenty-two years old. The difference between the two is eighty years, and after the black-faced man received this job, he carefully calculated it.

This kind of buying and selling, which involves the privacy of the employer and the content is inconvenient to be disseminated, has high remuneration and is mostly riskless.

The black-faced man chased all the way out for 800 miles, using both soft and hard, and captured the eighth aunt in an inn.

As a result, the black-faced man fell for the beauty trick of the eighth aunt.

I don't remember the name of the inn, but I only remember that day, he and his eighth aunt twisted together, and the inn bed babbled and screamed for a night.

It's dawn, and the eighth aunt is gone.

The black-faced man lay on his back on the bed of the inn for a day, his whole body was soft, like a noodle fish out of water. He finally knew why the old lady wanted to pay a high price of twenty high-grade spirit stones to recover this girl.

It's worth the price, it's a fucking value.

This is the rivers and lakes, swimming, swimming, turning over the river and the sea, and the climax is repeated......

That year, the black-faced man was just twenty-two years old. Although the mission failed this time, it was unforgettable for the black-faced man. Whenever he drank too much at the wine table and began to brag, he would tell it out loud.

He finally became a Jianghu man, and he also lost the little black cat called "Black Steamed Bun".

To this day, the black-faced man remembers the moment he left home, and was given the kitten "Black Steamed Bun" by Wu Lao Er next door.

The kitten "Black Steamed Bun" was caught in Wu Laoer's arms. The little guy scratched his paws and wagged his slender tail as he meowed at the black-faced man in the distance.

"How can a true hero take a cat on the road? The black-faced man swore and left the house.

At that moment, there was a sparkle in the corner of his eye, and he lost his cat.

That year, the black-faced man was eighteen years old.

......

At night, on the roof of the Cyclamen Inn.

The past flashed through the black-faced man's mind. He learned this cat meow vividly, as if at that moment he had become a kitten "black steamed bun", and if he had a tail, he would definitely wag it.

The four men on the street did not jump onto the roof, and the sharp waist knives in their scabbards were not unsheathed, but walked away side by side with their guiding lights.

"It's a cat. ”

"There are a lot of rats on this street, and it's normal to have a cat. ”

"In another hour it will be dawn. ”

"Get a good night's sleep during the day and get a day off tomorrow. After receiving the payment for the night, the four of us could also find a place to drink a pot. ”

"It's a good day when there are no thieves in the world. ”

These four night watchmen are all old rivers and lakes. If you can scare the thief away, you will never use a knife. Their hands are always on the hilt of their swords, which is for the thief to see.

Because they know that the thieves in this world cannot be killed, and there is only one life for themselves. If there are really no thieves in the world, there will be no livelihood for them.

Maybe there are no thieves in the world, and thieves are all in people's hearts.

......

The black-faced man on the roof quietly raised his head and watched the four night watchmen go away, until their backs turned out of the street, and the whole street went dark again.

The black-faced man made a thumbs-up gesture towards the eaves, and said, "Master Jin, those four night watchmen have gone away. According to the previous rule, there will be no more night watchmen on this street until dawn. ”

The golden-eyed leopard, who had been standing against the wall, heard the words, and then exhaled. His hand was spread out, and the tile in his hand had already been crushed by him with his mysterious power, and it was floating without making a sound.

The golden-eyed leopard said: "Black dog, you can watch it on the roof, and the one in the room will be left to me to deal with." ”

"Master Jin, it's all up to you. ”

The golden-eyed leopard pressed against the wall, moving its body sideways like a dexterous spider, and in a few clicks, it came to the window of the room where Xu Yang was.

He licked the window paper with his tongue, then pricked the wet spot with his fingers, and finally peeked into the room with his golden pupil. The movements were skillful and did not make a single sound.

Xu Yang lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Cyclamen dreams.