A city that never sleeps, with bright lights and singing and dancing.

Only the corner of the street seems to be particularly deserted, and a bamboo pole is obliquely carrying a dim lantern, piercing the small space on the ground with some slight light and shadow.

A figure was reflected on the wall, slowly moving closer to the inconspicuous cabin. This is a man in black who wraps himself like a dumpling, his whole body is pitch black, and only his eyes glow strangely in the lamplight.

Reaching out and knocking on the door knocker, there was a low "pop" sound, and the wooden door opened silently. A large hand stretched out from inside, took the sign handed to him, and disappeared.

After a while, a small lamp appeared inside, and with the guidance of the light, the man in black walked through a long corridor, turned a few corners, stepped on the bluestone paved path, and went straight to the rockery on the west side of the garden. The child holding the lamp holds the lamp in one hand and rotates the pillars of the miniature pavilion on the rockery with the other. The bluestone mechanism inside pulls the bronze gear, twists up a few tendons, and drives the larger hook to make a slight "click" sound.

The two stone walls of the rockery are separated from each other on the left and right, and a narrow corridor appears inside.

Oil lamps are lit every few meters on both sides of the road.

Walking down the steps of the Yongdao, the man in black came to a closed grotto.

It is lined with wooden planks and placed in the middle of a sandalwood table. Tea cups and bamboo slips were placed on it.

The fragrance of tea rose with a light atmosphere, and on the opposite side of the desk, a person had already sat cross-legged.

Evil is not recorded.

The man in black pulled off his mask, and his clear eyes appeared brighter in the darkness.

"What are you going to do?" Evil Bulu didn't look at Evil Xiaoqi, holding the jade teacup in his hand, staring at the pattern on it for a while, and suddenly asked.

"What else, as long as we find Xiaoyang, we will wander the world. Evil Xiaoqi grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth. Pick up the teacup and drink it all.

"It's really naïve, it won't be long before the notice of arresting you will be posted all over Jincheng, and it will be difficult to protect yourself at that time, and it's ridiculous to think about that singer. Evil Bulu said coldly, and the words contained more hatred of iron and steel.

That day, when Xie Bulu came back from Zhai Tianlin's mansion, he faintly felt uneasy. Although Zhai Tianlin did not reveal much information. But after all, the evil family has a lot of eyeliner in Jincheng, and soon found out the ins and outs of the matter. Evil Bulu couldn't have imagined that this son of evil would be so bold and dare to provoke the government?

However, at the moment of crisis, a southern doorman came up with an idea, saying that it would cost a lot of money to invite Jianghu masters to help in other places. As long as he can rescue Evil Xiaoqi, Evil Bulu doesn't care how much money he spends.

But the master invited over there is not only famous but also expensive, and this matter involves the imperial court officials. So even though it gives enough face to the doorman. The amount is also amazingly large, although Xie Bulu is the patriarch of the family, in charge of the family's material management, production and life, but to use such a large amount of money, it still has to be agreed by several other patriarchs.

Not surprisingly, Evil Mu'an tried his best not to let the old lady know about it, and agreed to use the money, and the account was temporarily kept in the accounts shared by several families. Wait for the spring of next year, and use the money from rent collection to plug the hole.

Evil Bulu couldn't help but sneer, thinking that everything he did was laying the groundwork for the patriarch's successor. Who doesn't know that Evil Mu'an wants to push that person with a foreign surname to be elected? But at the moment, the situation is in crisis, and without Evil Mu'an's support, he can't touch the evil family's treasury.

Evil Bulu had no choice but to compromise and get the required money at the expense of the referrer. And promised that the evil family would hold a family meeting in a few days, and he was old and handed over the power in charge of the evil family.

Of course, Evil Xiaoqi didn't know the heavy price paid by his father, he just thought that it was not terrible to do difficult things, as long as he paid his heart and borne the hardships, and then he could get the sincere understanding and joy of the beneficiaries, he would feel that it was worth it to pour out the world.

"The crime of hijacking the family members of the imperial court officials is not big, but it is not small. I'll negotiate with the government, but in the meantime, you'll have to find a way to stay out of the woods. Evil Bulu looked at Evil Xiaoqi, and there was more kindness and kindness in his eyes. The uneasiness that had arisen before gradually disappeared.

Evil Xiaoqi nodded: "I'll be back." ”

"Try not to show up, I met the chieftain of the tribe when I was doing business in the Lindang Mountain tribe, and you brought my letter with you. After a while, wait for Jincheng to stabilize. You go to Kyoto Qingcheng to find Lord Du, and he will find a way to settle your future. The deep eyes like the autumn pool suddenly deepened, and the candles buried the usual majesty. There is gray hair on the sideburns, and there are wrinkles on the forehead, looking so haggard and lonely.

Evil Xiaoqi's eyes were a little moist, his nose was very sour, and the soft liquid swirled in his eye sockets, but it didn't fall.

... In the depths of the dense forest, there is a corner of various vegetation such as olive chrysanthemum, green pout, and Lancôme, like a child in the arms of a mother, forming a natural garden full of spring under the wide branches and leaves.

Houses with branches are built on the tall branches, with vines as ladders and leaves as the tops. Each treehouse has a garden at its core, and three treehouses form a triangle to form a solid defensive structure. And then layer upon layer. Probably to prevent prey beasts and birds, a simple lookout was built on the outermost treehouse.

It seems that the tribe that has been forgotten by society still lives a primitive life of slash-and-burn farming.

The chief was a dignified old man dressed in a red robe and a feather crown, describing him as a thin old man. I know a lot of languages, so it's not difficult to communicate.

Evil Xiaoqi lives in a mysterious and quaint tree house connected by pine branches, and when he sleeps at night, he can look at the starlight through the branches of the pine tree, and he feels that the sky is right in front of him, and it seems that he can touch it with his hand, but he can't catch anything.

The moonlight sparkles in the dense forest, the light and shadow are mottled, like the dark waves of the river flowing quietly, although it is not turbulent, but it floats out of a living sky. Evil Xiaoqi stroked the faintly humming forging knife, which looked very ancient, revealing a slight coldness.

The hum of the forging knife was incessant, and it vibrated faintly, as if it was about to pop out of the scabbard.

Just when Evil Xiaoqi was strange, there was a high-pitched "woo-woo-woo-woo-woo" horn sound from the forest, penetrating the cold wind at night, undulating and echoing on the high and low hills, endlessly.

In the hazy night, a puff of white smoke rose and spread over the edge of the woods, and the bonfires burned and burst into golden flames.

The slaves sprang down the towering trunks with a whoosh, and as they watched, they ran on the vertical trunks as if they were walking on the ground.

The chieftain, surrounded by several middle-aged slaves, sat by the fire. The firelight reflected his face, neither happy nor sad, and his eyes reflected the flames faintly, revealing a gloom of pity.

Evil Xiaoqi sat in the tree house a few feet above the ground, feeling that the ground was trembling slightly.

The forging knife trembled, like a dragon's groan.

The sound of hooves was rapid, and the gallop came.

Five or six tall horses rushed out of the woods on either side, and knights dressed in animal skins slammed their reins. A few horses raised their heads and neighed, their nostrils still spewing fishy heat.

Evil Xiaoqi crouched on the top of the tree house and saw that the leader was holding the reins in one hand and a big axe in the other, with a simple axe body and a black wood axe handle, and the axe was sharp and flashing with a cold light.

"Chief, you have not paid the hunting tribute to the whole tribe. How long do you want to drag it out?" In the firelight, the man with the axe looked hideous and said viciously: "Don't provoke the Pleiades master, you won't be able to eat and walk around when the time comes." ”

"You lowly slaves, no matter how many you die, no one will care. A man beside the axe-wielding man pointed a long knife at the nearest black slave and shouted.

The flames on the tip of the knife danced, and the fire was so dazzling that it almost touched the tip of the black slave's nose. The black slave remained motionless, his resentful eyes glaring at the man on the horse without blinking.

"You dare to stare at me, you don't want to live, do you?" The man's sword flickered and stirred up the bonfire, and a half-human-high flame jumped in the fire, and the smoke and ash were scattered and sparks flew away. caused the surrounding slaves to dodge and cough incessantly. A lot of snot and tears are embarrassed.

"Hahahaha..." several knights straddled their horses and laughed wildly, the smoke gradually cleared, and the old chief's red face was reflected in the firelight.

"This year's harvest was not good, and the prey in the trap was skinny to death. We don't have enough to eat, so we have a lot of extra tribute. The chief said, his tone neither arrogant nor humble.

"Old fellow, it seems that I really don't want to live. The axe-wielding man shouted angrily, leaping forward and nearly stomping on the chief's head. At the screams of a few slaves nearby, the axe slashed down.

The chieftain's expression was as calm as water, and he closed his eyes. It seems that I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, not panicked, not sad or happy.

The hideous knife light was full of ferocity and coldness, and the silver rainbow rolled in, and the blade of the knife was already a strong wind before it arrived.

The "bang" woke the chieftain, and he opened his eyes to find himself unscathed.

The man's face was distorted in pain, and one hand was clasped over the shoulder wrapped in animal skin. Blood poured from between his fingers.

"There is a kind of waiting, boy, and tomorrow I will destroy your stockade. The man's wolf-like eyes glared at Evil Xiaoqi. Turning around, he whipped the horse fiercely with his other hand. The horses were in pain and left the stockade by the moonlight.

The hot blood will swell and burst out in the subtle veins of the evil little seven. The sky-shattering sword just now came entirely from the savage soul in his head, under the moonlight that shrouded the primordial savage forest.

Evil Xiaoqi took another step forward and realized the blade of savagery.

"These are all people from Master Ang, who often rely on their strong soldiers and horses to bully the surrounding tribes. The people of the nearby village were extremely jealous of Master Ang. Some people say that at the height of his popularity, he only paid bribes and extorted money to the lowest slaves. He was also said to be fierce and cruel, tyrannical and domineering. The forest outside the stockade is too big, and we often return empty-handed, so how can there be prey to pay tribute to them. "The night is deep, the moon is in the sky, the stars are dotted, the evening breeze is blowing, and it is cool. The old chief sat in front of the fire that was about to be extinguished, squinted slightly, and said hatefully.

The tired slave had already entered the sleeping village, and the evil little Qizhu sat opposite the old chief with a knife, and was silent for a while. He said, "Isn't there a royal law? Why don't you report to the official?"

"It's useless, more than a dozen houses in this vicinity, large and small, are all under the jurisdiction of Luyang County. But Master Naang has a very little friendship with Luyang County. Even if you report the crime, no one will care. ”

"Why don't you carry it back? You can unite a few stockades together. ”

"It's useless, they'll definitely come tomorrow. The old chief sighed.

"Don't worry, old chief, I have a way to deal with these people tomorrow. After saying this, Evil Xiaoqi quickly climbed up to the tree house and fell asleep in a blink of an eye.