On an autumn morning, there is already a scorching sun, shining on the land of the Central Plains.

Jiankang City has already fallen into a hustle and bustle, the shops in the West Market and the East Market have been opened, the people have opened their doors one after another, and the greetings of the neighbors and neighbors are full of intertwined into a sea of human voices, disturbing and weaving into a lively air floating in the air.

The sunlight was a little dazzling, shining on the houses in the city, but it became a different look.

The glazed tiles of the city tower and the palace wall reflect such light, and add a strange variety of colors to it, slightly towering, so the entire Jiankang City is dressed up dazzlingly.

Among them, a glazed tile directly south of the palace wall seems to be very different.

Under the background of the sun, it flashes with strange brilliance, which is more complex than ordinary tiles, almost colorful streamers.

This kind of light emanates from a small glazed tile, and because of the towering position where Miyagi is located, it radiates to the whole city of Jiankang City. And that glimmer of brilliance has gradually become fainter because of the increase in distance.

But it doesn't mean it's invisible.

In the alley, there were four or five-year-old children playing in groups, I don't know where the running and running was, one of them felt such a light, stopped, looked at the colorful change of Ambilight, stunned.

It wasn't until his friends called his name from afar that the child came back to his senses, answered, turned back again, looked at the strange brilliance curiously, and ran away.

Very few people were able to notice this brief streamer, and even if they did, no one would have the audacity to come to Miyagi and ask what it was.

Only the immortal cultivators in the city could feel the fluctuations of spiritual power in the scattered streamers. Or some well-informed old people, who have heard from the mouths of their elders about the old days of moving the capital, and know some true or false stories.

Of course, those are too far away from them, and no one will leave their usual work and ask about these things curiously.

At this moment, Xianglan woke up rubbing her sleepy eyes. I opened the window and breathed in the fresh air twice, and found that my nasal congestion seemed to be much better. It's just that there is still some melancholy in my heart, although there is no previous seven up and eight down, but it is still empty. I don't know what to do.

Xie Xiaoman was still at ease in alchemy, and stayed up all night, but there was not much tired look on her face, just blindly calm.

It seems too calm.

Xiaobai has turned back into his prototype and shrunk into a corner to sleep. Slowly digesting the moonlight absorbed last night.

There was an occasional noise outside the courtyard, sometimes laughter, sometimes shouting, no matter what, with a breath of life. Slightly steamed by such a dazzling sun, it becomes more and more alive.

The same vitality pervades every street and alley in Jiankang City.

In the eyes of some people, neighborly friendship is anger, street discussion is anger, men and women love are angry, and verbal abuse and brawls are anger. The hot buns that have just come out of the pot in the West Market are angry. The autumn evening light in the ruins of the wall is also angry.

The breath of life.

Thunder, rain and dew are all Jun's grace.

It's just that this "king" is not the one who sits on the dragon chair in the palace.

Those who thought so were now sitting in a slightly dimly lit hut, flipping through the newspapers of the month.

He held a small teapot, and every time he drank tea, he would make an unelegant slumping sound. The voice was very similar to that of an old man in the market, no different.

His demeanor is not much different from those shabby houses, occasionally enjoying the tea slightly hot to the mouth, making his mouth crispy and numb. A sigh of contentment.

Sometimes, he would scratch his hair, so that the already loose bun would slide down diagonally, making him look even more depressed.

He's too old. So both eyes began to cloud.

But his eyesight is still very good, and he can still read the words on the newspaper.

There are some complicated data written on it, how many people go out of the city, how many people enter the city, how many new waist cards, each of them. It's all too small.

It seems to be a detailed record of the city gate building, a thick book, followed by a detailed list of each day, the name, gender, age, school of master, and degree of cultivation of the people who enter and exit.

Yes, the degree of cultivation.

This degree is written in quantities similar to culinary terms, not "slightly" and "slightly", of course, but they are such ambiguous quantifiers.

Next to the newspaper was another thin booklet, which recorded the major events of the month.

It was the two things in front of him, and the people standing at the bottom of the room, holding their breath, that distinguished him from the old man in the market.

The visitor didn't dare to look up at his face, but just listened to the sound of the old man slumping through the tea to judge the other party's mood.

Di Bao only turned a page, and was thrown there in disgust.

Instead, the old man took the pamphlet and smacked his lips from time to time, showing a bit of lightness in his mood.

The old man's mood was light, and the mood of the visitor immediately brightened, and this brightness was not much different from the feeling of holding his grandson.

So his courage grew slightly, and he squinted his eyes and secretly glanced at the old man, and saw the word "Congzong" on the latter's robe stained with unknown stains, and he was a little speechless for a while.

From the top and bottom of the sect, there is only one person who dares to stain this robe with dust.

"That tile on the outside seems to be dirty, you have someone to wipe it." The old man spoke suddenly, and the sound of tea sipping stopped.

The person who came was startled, and quickly withdrew his gaze, and Duan Su should be.

The old man's voice, like that of other old men of his age, was slightly hoarse and muddy.

"What kind of character is this woman? You still don't know?" The old man pointed to a sentence in the booklet, and the inquiring voice did not mean to accuse.

The person who came was already in a cold sweat, and the bright mood before was suddenly clouded: "It should be someone from Rouran's side, yes, as for which one it is and why did you come...... The subordinates are incompetent!"

Hurriedly knelt on the ground, his identity was like him, and he only bowed slightly to meet the emperor of the dynasty. In this heaven and earth, the only person who can make him kneel and wait for him is probably the person in front of him.

Prostrate not only out of respect, but also out of fear.

The puppet was furious, and blood splattered five steps.

The person in front of him is not a puppet, but he is a well-known character, and the identity rules are nonsense in his eyes, and the arrangement of all things, the life and death of all characters, depends on the word mood.

The person who came knelt down, not daring to raise his head, and his body trembled slightly.

So he began to resent his job, which brought him infinite glory and infinite fear.

Maybe he didn't practice enough to see through life and death.

Or maybe it's just a simple reason, he just doesn't want to die. At least I don't want to die inexplicably.

"I don't know what you're nervous about every day, my old man is so scary?" The old man looked at the creeping back in front of him, took out a peanut from the plate, rubbed off the red leather coat, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

Although the old man is old, his teeth are still good.

"There are only one woman in the three saints under the Rouran seat. The one who can make you slept in a mess is probably the one who is there. The old man took another sip of tea, lazily closed his eyes and enjoyed it for a moment, "Rouran is reincarnated every seventy-seven years, so when I think about it, this old guy is not necessarily happy. ”

"That's what you said." The person who came was still trembling, but the old man's tone was brisk, and his nervousness was also swept away a lot.

"Look at the meaning of your newspaper, what Xie Xiaoman should be one of the seventy-seven pieces? Hehe, it's really interesting, among all living beings, what is his turn to be the children of the Xie family? That Huan Wen kid is also interesting, but he is quite smart, and he suffered a dumb loss, but he didn't dare to squeak. ”

When people heard the words, their mood became more and more fluid. He knew that people loved to watch gossip, but fortunately, there were indeed a lot of gossip in Jiankang City this month.

"Wipe the tiles well, and if there is a problem at that time, find a way to get that Xie Xiaoman away." The old man spoke again, and when he said this, it seemed that he was talking about taking away a small dog that had broken into his courtyard, "You must remember that the existence of our sect has never been for the benefit of a certain family or person. Our existence is only to ensure the stability and prosperity of the Jin Dynasty. In order to ensure this, it is a trivial matter to change the emperor once in a while, let alone someone. ”

"Subordinates understood! The subordinates will arrest people and drive Xie Xiaoman out of Jiankang City! lest she jeopardize the stability of the city! "The person who came thought he understood what the old man meant.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the voice fell, it was indeed the small teapot in the old man's hand that smashed into him.

Where did he dare to dodge, and he didn't even dare to block it with aura, so he was hit hard, and his head was bleeding.

"You idiot! What does the first article of the hospital rules say! The old man was already angry, his wide robe was windless, and the stains that originally covered the word "Congzong" dissipated without a trace, exuding a faint gold.

The person who came trembled all over, cold sweat dripped down with the blood on his head, and his voice was muddy: "If it is not necessary, you must not interfere in the affairs of the world. ”

"So," the old man came to him in an instant, crouching down to look at him, "you don't have to be the deputy head of the courtyard. ”

After a while, the head of the deputy courtyard of the sect staggered out of the door, walked dozens of steps out of the courtyard, his legs weakened, and he sat down under the sympathetic gaze of others.

Naturally, there are subordinates who are supported by him, and he is a deputy head of the courtyard, and he was originally in the sect from the sect to the existence of one person under ten thousand people.

"Damn!" For the first time in more than 40 years, the head of the deputy court swore words. He grabbed the arm that held him, trembling all over, "Lao Tzu has been terrified for three years in the post of deputy head of the hospital, and now he is finally free!" Hahahaha! Lao Tzu is finally free! ”

The trembling of this body was not because of fear, but because of the joy that I had never tasted in my life!

As soon as he finished speaking, the arm that had originally come to support was suddenly withdrawn, and the people who were watching the excitement around him also dispersed as if they had encountered a plague.

For many days after that, it seemed to be a forbidden area from the courtyard of the head of the sect, and no one dared to haunt at will.

Damn! Who doesn't know the temper of the head of the hospital! What if he is found on the road and appointed as the head of the deputy court! (To be continued.) )