City of Light.

Since Yang Nan followed the nameless master to learn "dance", the cats in Guangming City fell into blood mold.

In the night, a huge black cat arched its back on the roof and neighed at her.

Bu Yangnan walked along the high beam of the roof, with toes to maintain balance, feel the pounding of the heart, take a deep breath and exhale slowly.

Quiet as ice, he told himself, light as dust.

The black tom cat watched her approach, his eyes full of vigilance.

Catching a cat is not an easy task. Bu Yangnan's hands were covered with scratches that had not yet healed, and his feet and knees were bruised and purple due to the fall, and they were full of scars.

At first, even the big fat cat of the Xiangfu cook didn't take her seriously and swaggered in front of her, but the nameless master told her to practice day and night.

When she returned with her hands covered in blood and crying with her nose, the master said, "Boy, you are too slow, and when you meet the enemy, it will not be such a small injury." He sprinkled homemade white powder on her wound, which hurt a little, and Bu Yangnan gritted her teeth so that she didn't scream.

After briefly treating the wound, the nameless master told her to continue with an expressionless face.

If it weren't for such a task, Bu Yangnan wouldn't have noticed that Guangming City was full of cats.

There are lazy old cats napping in the sun, cold-eyed and swift mouse-catching cats, dexterous kittens with sharp paws, and pet cats raised by palace ladies, supple and obedient with combed hair, and countless stray night cats that are dirty and wandering around the city.

Bu Yangnan tracked them one by one to the end, then picked them up, and proudly brought them back to the nameless master, who didn't care whether the cat wanted to or not, and used a sharp sword to shave off the fluff on the cat's head and shave the poor cat's head.

After the cat shaved its head, it was released by the unknown master, and she was told to continue to catch it.

Bu Yangnan rushed back one after another with loot, sometimes carrying four at a time, making it difficult for the unknown master to clean up.

"Don't show me the cat again, you can bring the cat to shave its head," the nameless master told Bu Yangnan, "I don't care what method you use, anyway, don't let me see the round-headed cat in Guangming City." ”

After that, Bu Yangnan came by himself.

After catching the cat, he followed the example of the nameless master and shaved the cat's head with the small sword he carried.

So that people from other places in Beijing were surprised to find that the cats in the capital were so shaped, they deeply felt that they were outdated, and they were far from keeping up with the fashion of the capital when they returned home.

In this way, the cats of the Seven Kingdoms have fallen into blood mold.

Gradually, it is not easy to find a round-brained cat in Guangming City, and while Bu Yangnan has achieved remarkable results in catching cats, her body is lighter, and her shot is extremely fast.

She leaps from one beam to another with ease and grace than a cat, and falls lighter than a cat.

Just when Bu Yangnan thought that she was done, she found the huge black cat, and the cats in the city took a detour when they saw her, and this guy actually dared to provoke her.

"That guy is Elvis Presley of Bright City, little sister, stay away from it," a guard in a golden cloak told her, "It often haunts the palace, and in the past, Huang Fuxiong invited his husband to a banquet, but this black devil jumped on the table unscrupulously and took a roasted quail from under the nose of Qingqiu's spiritual power, and Huang Fuxiong squirted the queen's face with a smile. ”

In order to catch it, Bu Yangnan ran all over the city, bypassed the Prime Minister's Mansion several times, crossed the atrium of the inner city, got into the wine cellar, walked down the spiral staircase surrounded by layers, passed through the various rooms of the Qinglou, and lifted the curtain to cause bursts of exclamations from the men and women inside.

This is the cat has become a fine, Bu Yangnan had to pass through the barracks of the capital guards, follow the foundation of the riverside city wall, go up the stairs, on the high-walled corridor and the black cat a few miles back, and then go downstairs, go out of a door, bypass a well, and enter and exit the front square building.

Until the night fell, and at the end of Bu Yangnan did not know where he was.

In the end, there is no way back for the cat.

With high walls on the left and right and towering stone walls behind it, it's a dead end.

Still as ice, she slid forward, repeating in her mind, light as dust.

When she was only three steps away from it, the black cat rushed out. First to the left, and then to the right, Bu Yangnan was faster than it to protect the left and block the right, cutting off the black cat's escape route.

It hissed and tried to slip between her feet, as fast as lightning, and she remembered the mantra her master had taught her and grabbed it at the same time.

Now it's finally caught.

Holding it to his chest, he laughed out loud and walked around, then took out his little sword and shaved the cat's head.

The black cat shook its head from side to side, very uncooperative, and let out a shrill hiss.

"You have to be obedient, you are my defeated. Bu Yangnan proudly shaved the cat's head.

"Who are you?"

Bu Yangnan was startled, and following the prestige, the two personal guards of the Qingqiu family were all tall and big.

They saw the sword in Bu Yangnan's hand and saw the black cat in her arms, "You, you wild boy, you dare to murder the queen's cat?"

They didn't recognize me, so Bu Yangnan was relieved. They didn't even know I was a girl.

It's no wonder that she was barefoot, her shoes were lost, her whole body was dirty, and after running around the city like crazy, her hair was messy, and her clothes were covered with cat scratches.

She throws the cat at them to get their attention.

Just before one of the guards reached out to pick it up, Bu Yangnan took action. Fast as electricity. She shifted her weight to the right, skirting the other guard, soft as water. As soon as the guard turned around, Bu Yangnan was already running towards an exit, as fast as a deer.

There was a shout from behind, and Bu Yangnan rushed towards a stout woman who looked like a cook in the courtyard, and the woman opened her mouth wide and was about to scream, but after Bu Yangnan passed between his two thick legs like white marble pillars, the cook screamed.

She heard the shouting, and as she ran, she looked left and right, looking back and forth, like an eagle. Then the sound of thumping footsteps quickly approached her, and she quickly squatted, and a yellow-clothed guard staggered to her side, almost falling.

Bu Yangnan jumped up and saw a high and narrow window on his head, which was not much bigger than the arrow hole on the city wall, so he jumped up, climbed the window sill, pulled it up, sucked his stomach and squeezed it in, soft as water.

When she jumped out of the window and landed in front of an astonished old washerwoman, the guards outside were still howling, she immediately turned over, patted the dust, and continued to escape. Swift as a deer.

She ran through the door, through the long hall, down the stairs, through a hidden courtyard, around the corner, over the wall, behind a low, narrow window, to a dark cellar where she couldn't see her fingers, and the chase behind her became quieter and quieter.

Bu Yangnan was almost out of breath and completely disoriented.

Now if they could catch up here, she would admit it, but she felt that they couldn't do it, because she was so happy that they shouldn't even see her shadow.

She crouched against a damp stone wall in the dark, listening to the sound of her pursuers, but all she could hear was the sound of her own heartbeat and dripping. Still as ice, she told herself.

She wondered where she was.

When she first came to the City of Light, she often had nightmares in which she dreamed that she was lost in the castle.

The city of light in her dreams was a vast labyrinth of immensity, boundless, and the walls seemed to change shape silently behind her, and she often found herself wandering through eerie halls, past faded landscape paintings, down endless staircases, weaving through courtyards and suspension bridges, screaming but no one responded. Sometimes, she could hear her father's voice, but it was always coming from far away, and no matter how hard she tried to run towards the source, it grew fainter and fainter until it was completely gone. In the darkness, only Bu Yangnan was left.

Bu Yangnan found that the place in front of him was dark enough. So she curled up her bare knees and hugged them tightly to her chest.

He decided to count here silently, and when he counted to a thousand, he should be able to climb out in peace and find his way home.

By the time she counted to sixty, her eyes were accustomed to the darkness, and she could see the outline of the room here, and the things around her slowly appeared.

In the dimness, countless huge, hollow eyes stared hungrily at her. She could faintly see the jagged shadows of the tusks.

She suddenly forgot where to count, and only dared to close her eyes and bite her lip to drive away fear.

When she opened her eyes and looked at it again, all the illusory shadow monsters in her mind would disappear. She pretended that the nameless master was also in the dark, stayed by her side, and whispered to her.

She told herself, strong as a bear, as fierce as a wolf, and then opened her eyes.

Everything is there, just like it was just now.

But the sense of fear is completely gone.