The streets and alleys of the city are plastered with dilapidated notices, and each one is indispensable for the seal of the imperial court. After years of wind and sun, the handwriting is mottled and the skin ringworm is pasted on the wall. This went on for about seven or eight years, and at first they were all brand new, patching up every corner of the country. Month after month, layer upon layer, it makes people forget what these walls used to look like, forget the color of bricks and adobe. No one continued it since, but those words have penetrated everyone's heart. Whether you are illiterate or not, whether you know what it means or not, they will always be a part of your flesh and blood.

A young man with a reed in his mouth was staring at a sign. This sign, like the others, is broken. But he wasn't reading the notice, he knew it by heart. He just stared blankly at one of the words, looking at it big, ugly, and strange.

Although young people are young people, they look older than their peers. His eyes were vaguely dark, revealing an indescribable tiredness, and he didn't seem to have had a good night's sleep since he was born. But his demeanor was lazy, as if he didn't care about anything. The young man's hair was a dull sandalwood color, a little long, the ends were tied into small bunches, and the bangs lay lazily and loosely on the forehead. The body looked a little thin, and it was unclear how he could carry the heavy scimitars behind him. However, this is probably the reason why he always hunched his back. He wasn't short, but he couldn't straighten up. In front of the man-high notice, he had to bend over, his eyes a little bored.

To say that this scimitar is very special. The blade is long and narrow, one black and one white, the black one does not shine any light, and the white one does not show any shadow. The blades are inlaid with different colors of yin and yang fish, which are Bai Qiong and Hei Yu. More than half of the people on the rivers and lakes use single soldiers, and double soldiers are also extremely lightweight. His two scimitars, how to look at how heavy. Probably with the addition of the scabbard, you don't want to take a step, so the scimitar has no sheath, but two metal rings pinned to the waist, which can clip the knife in. A swordsman like him can naturally be very skillful in placing it back without scratching his pants.

He thrust his tongue upward, and with a spit sound, the reed was pushed out. Then, he propped his hands on his hip bones at his side and pulled his shoulders back a little, so that the knives would not be too wide open and hit passers-by or stuck in some corner. He turned around and swaggered away.

The reed grass pierced deep above the sign, like a wooden wedge nailing it to it.

From his hometown, he has come a long way. When he left, he didn't have any bags, so he carried a silver ticket and went into battle lightly. He had to go far, far away, in the extreme south of the continent, and he had to cross the ocean. For a time, the coastal areas were blocked, and only those sent by the imperial court were allowed to travel, and even the number of retinues was regulated, which had to be carefully screened. If anyone violates the prohibition and goes to sea without permission, he will be punished with severe and exaggerated punishments. And in the past two years, it has been much more relaxed, after all, there are too many examples of those who have not returned. Besides, no one can stop anyone who is really curious. If you are in a hurry to die, go ahead. However, among these people, there are also some who have naïve imagination and beautiful expectations, let them go.

The imperial court can't control so much.

The factional struggle within the court has never stopped for a moment, endlessly, and there is a shortage of people. But this is complementary to the struggle on the other side - the division of the vassal states. In this Kyushu continent, there are no big countries anymore, and they are all such a group of people when they call around. The imperial court changed its order overnight, and the top could not give a certain number, and the person in the middle ran and broke his leg, and when it was passed to the bottom, it had already become a pot of porridge because of the rules of eight lifetimes ago, and no one could hear what the comer said.

I didn't plan to hear it at all.

An unconvincing court is equivalent to being dumb, no matter how you point fingers, the vassal states will not look at you. With the vast land and vast resources, the sky is high and far away, and there are no suitable rules and regulations, the king of heaven and Lao Tzu can't control this group of bastards. Later, the emperor was changed, a few princes were abolished to kill chickens and monkeys, and a few big and disobedient guys around were annexed, and all the "land" was changed to "cities", and the momentum was lost. So the arrogance of the rabble was suppressed, and finally settled down for a while—but it was also the smashing of dishes on the table that turned into kicking shoes under the table. Finally, there was a chance to catch his breath, and the imperial court finally had time to deal with a certain historical problem.

In the far south, where you need to cross the ocean, there is a broken island, the famous Biluo Archipelago. The largest of them is called the Southland. It's hard to say: the name of the place has been completely forgotten - it's sudden, like a strange spell. When everyone in the upper class quarreled and the lower class was hungry and beaten to death, the name of the country was erased from everyone's hearts, and only the concept of "southern country" remained. It happened so suddenly and so bizarrely that when the matter was taken seriously, it was still when the treasury was empty, and someone remembered that some of the vassal countries had forgotten to pay tribute.

Yes, it seems that Nanguo unilaterally broke off diplomatic relations with them a long time ago.

Now they claim to be called the Nine Heavens, but although no one can remember its name, they know that it is not this one. A few sparsely populated islands, where did they get the courage to call themselves Nine Heavens? How many taels of wine?

At that time, the imperial court was still pinching with the imperial court, pinching with the vassal states, and the vassal states were also pinching with the vassal states. The Son of Heaven must have spoken somewhat authoritatively, so he sent someone to investigate. First of all, I selected some civil officials who were able to speak well, and planned to talk to them about what kind of difficulties they encountered to make decisions, whether there were any amazing discoveries, and also find ways to fool them. By the way, they brought special products from all over the world, gold and silver treasures, as well as fine tea and silk. The ministers went, but not a single brush came back.

The emperor was furious. How can this be justified that this group of people is just detained there? So the imperial court sent another group of generals. If you don't eat the soft ones, you will come to the hard ones, and if you don't give them a dismount, do you really think that this land of thousands of miles is a sick cat? This time, I brought swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, and a complete set of eighteen kinds of weapons. The generals went again, but they were still meat buns and dogs, and they never returned.

How can this be true, how can it be!

The imperial court sent troops.

300,000 soldiers is enough, right? I'm afraid that the coast doesn't even have enough place to put your feet. Even if you eat, you can eat the little southern country poorly. But as a result, year after year, it was still sunk into the sea, and there was no news.

The court felt that something was wrong.

The 300,000 army evaporated out of thin air, which sounds like a creepy story. So someone said that it must have been some thaumaturgy that they had learned over there. So the imperial court sent Buddhist disciples and onmyoji, as well as many people who practiced martial arts, all of whom were carefully selected. But on the road, they quarreled first and killed a few people by mistake. After arriving at the place, no news came. It's just that their ship was cast a spell and floated back on its own. The ship was empty - not even the rest of the supplies had been turned.

Things are getting weirder, and the excessive squandering of resources has serious consequences. The high taxes made the people complain, and the vassal states also intrigued with each other, even pointing the finger at the imperial court, scolding them for abusing resources. So someone in the court got angry and said that you can do it, don't point fingers if you can't. There are really princes who say okay. There must be brave men under the heavy reward, and the rest of the princes also followed suit and recruited a group of wise and brave people on the rivers and lakes. Of course, without exception, they did not return.

It's wicked.

For a long time after that, all corners of the continent were mired in endless infighting, a miasma of smoke and misery. Notices soliciting civilian legions and heroes emerged one after another. At the beginning, he also ensured the livelihood of his family - otherwise who would die. Later, some people were greedy for some money, and most of the basic bounty was deducted, and no one wanted to go. In the end, they did not send soldiers, nor lobbyists, nor counselors, nor rangers, nor warlocks.

Rather, it was a group of death row inmates.

They were like the last sacrifices, exiled with the dilapidated ships, transported into the bloody maws of the invisible monster.

He's always been disdainful of all this. The life and death of the rich and poor are all other people's business, and they polished their knives and widened their eyes to live and finish their work. Strictly speaking, he is a ranger, but he doesn't do much chivalrous things. Basically, when you are in a good mood, you will engage in righteousness and bravery, but there are often things like bad people who are happy to see them go. Sometimes, to see whose children, old men, cats, and dogs are pitiful, they also hand over a piece of cake by the way, and they do it with a gesture.

Breaking the law and discipline, fighting and brawling are not less. It's just that he doesn't have a good face, and most of the local snakes, even the people in the local county government, don't care about him. This is the way of the world, tending to be inflammatory, bullying the weak and fearing the hard. He has too many things that are not pleasing to the eye, but he knows very well in his heart that if he doesn't want to be a person who makes people look unpleasant, there will be people who are not pleasing to the eye to bully. The world doesn't make sense, and things that don't make sense are the majority. Good people don't necessarily have good rewards, but most of the wicked people live comfortably. As a result, the wicked people fought each other and fought with each other, and only in oppressing the good people was surprisingly united.

But so what? As long as you don't count on anyone, you won't have disappointed expectations or accept disappointments. As long as you're strong enough and capable enough to handle anything. He thinks so, his father also educated him this way, and he can be regarded as such a person. I thought that I could mix around so well for a lifetime, until one day a piece of news hit him on the head, and it bleed. He rubbed his head in pain and stood up, only to find that what he had done was the six impermanences.

So what? The master can't afford to lose, and the hand must be returned.

Unless you can't beat it.

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