"I think the green-shirted man has good footwork, but unfortunately he looks like he's injured."

"Yes, the people chasing him are not very good, if he wasn't injured, I guess he would have gotten rid of it a long time ago."

Two people sitting by the window facing the street of the restaurant, with two long swords on the table, were drinking and commenting on the chase that came and went quickly.

"You two just came here," a few men at the next table greeted, "The people chasing him in costume are the Haisha Gang, I guess, even if this man in green shirt is not injured, he will soon die on the street." ”

"It turned out to be the Sea Sand Gang." The two Jianghu people whispered a sentence with a jealous expression, and then stopped talking, obviously hearing of the murderous name of the Haisha Gang.

The Haisha Gang in Canghai City has two gang leaders, and there are a large number of people in the Tangkou Gang under it. Although the gang is not known for its martial arts, it has recruited a lot of outlaws, and it is a nest of outlaws.

As the saying goes, "two fists are hard to beat four hands", I don't know how many masters with good martial arts have provoked the Haisha Gang, and they were consumed by them in this Canghai City, and the corpses were scattered on the streets.

The absence of taxes means that Canghai City has huge attractive benefits. And these interests are divided among large and small forces, and a second-rate force here may be no less wealthy than the first-class forces in other smaller cities.

There are 369 forces in the city, and there are dozens of large and small, and there are four major forces that can be counted as the identity of the main affairs in this Canghai City. Led by the eastern martial arts giants, the Canghai Sword Sect that has been established for more than 300 years.

The other three are the Chen family, which is in the shop business, the Fang family, which has a certain background in the Tang military, and the Haisha Gang, which monopolizes the transportation of Canghai City and helps more than 10,000 people.

Looking at these high-ranking martial arts people, Ah Sheng was very envious, of course, not envious of being chased and killed, nor thinking about killing anyone. He yearns for the freedom that martial arts bring to him, the freedom that is unfettered and can be obtained anywhere in the world.

As a poor boy who can barely eat enough, it's a bit far to think about it now. He raised his hand, walked all the way to the easternmost part of Canghai City, turned to the northeasternmost corner, and walked up to the head of the city, and below was the intersection of the East Fifth Road and the North Fifth Road.

In this area, people live at the bottom of Canghai City. His "home" is here, a series of simple thatched huts, and even tents made of cloth and bamboo poles.

At dusk, sit at the head of the city and look at the vast sea in front of you. The afterglow of the setting sun cast behind him sparkled on the breezy sea.

From here, lying on the head of the city and looking in the middle, you can faintly see the magnificent east gate. The square main gate of Canghai City, the three main gates of the southwest and north are only engraved with three big characters of "Canghai City".

Only the Dongdaemun Gate, which is relatively less pedestrianized, has a separate name, which is "Qingji Gate". For as long as he can remember, he has seen six grand Chinese New Year's Eve fireworks in Canghai City. This means that he has been here for six years without a father or mother, without a name or surname.

Perhaps, longer. The name "Ah Sheng"? It was just Uncle Wei who picked him up, and he didn't even have a surname. Sometimes he wanted to simply follow Uncle Wei's surname Wei, but Uncle Wei refused to agree to anything.

How many times he dreamed back at midnight, he could see those cold lights and fires from afar, and hear the sound of horses' hooves fighting. He wanted to get closer and see better, but he drifted away. The sunset finally set its last rays of light, the bright moon rose with the tide, "the bright moon on the sea is born together" This is the earliest poem he understands, and it is also his favorite scenery.

He likes to go to the private school to listen to his lectures, and although he can't go in, every time he finds him under the wall, he never drives him away. Ah Sheng thought that if he was rich, he would either be a scholar or a swordsman who fought the world.

Of course, the most chic thing, which he sometimes can't think of, is to be a swordsman who fights the sword world, and after making a few sword moves, he will chant a few lines of poetry.

Then he turned around in a dashing way, leaving a back for the rivers and lakes to sing. Gradually, the bright moon rose, and Canghai City was still prosperous, even more lively than during the day. Many people and businesses that have not seen the light have begun to operate in the darkness of the night.

And the most lively thing is naturally the man's gold cave, full of green buildings in Gentle Township. Among the green buildings and kilns in Canghai City, the most famous, the girl is also the most beautiful, undoubtedly the two of the Golden Bird and the Fengyue Building, it is said that many big people in Chang'an City have come here to spend a lot of money.

He sometimes thought that one day he would be able to go into the most expensive Golden Finch and Fengyue Tower, and put his arms around the delicate waist of the beautiful girls, and his heavy breasts.

In fact, Ah Sheng doesn't have any concept of women, but he just thinks that this kind of thing can only be done by powerful people, and all that can be done are big people. He stood up, stood on the majestic wall, and shouted, "Ah——! I'm going to be big——! ”

As if he had shouted out all the pain that had been suffocating in his chest for a long time, the sound of the waves crashing on the shore echoed him with the sound of the rising tide, looking at the vast sea under the moonlight, he felt that one day he would get ahead.

I didn't feel like it was enjoyable, and I shouted: "Ah! "Until you shout and bend over, and you run out of breath.

"Ah Sheng, what are you crazy about there, come down and accompany your lame uncle to fight."

The familiar hoarse voice interrupted his emotion. He was stunned for a moment and smiled helplessly.

He turned around, glanced at the lights in the city, and then ran down the city quickly, and said loudly, "Uncle Wei, this is coming." "The old Wei who beat the more in the northeast city is a cripple, no one knows his name, and everyone calls him Wei lame.

Only Ah Sheng never called it that, by the way, and Uncle Wei's son, a strange boy about the same size as himself. For as long as Ah Sheng can remember, in the northeast corner of Canghai City, he followed Uncle Wei to fight the shift, and two years ago, he began to help people deliver letters in the city. With a meager income from two jobs, he can barely earn a ration.

After all, the lame Uncle Wei is also very poor and has a son. Ah Sheng held an old wooden gong in his hand and a broken gong in the other, and followed behind Uncle Wei, who was limping.

Glancing back at the majestic walls, he looked down at his cloth shoes with his toes exposed. He grinned silently, as if he were laughing, but there were tears in his eyes.

At the moment when the swirling tears were about to burst the embankment, he raised his head suddenly, struck the broken gong vigorously, and shouted at the top of his throat: "The weather is dry, be careful of the candle!" ”

The prosperous Tang Dynasty, the vast sea, no name, no surname, no father and no mother. Such as, a drop in the ocean!

Because of the vast area of Canghai City, there are many changfu, each of whom is in charge of a regional time. Uncle Wei and Ah Sheng are responsible for the northeasternmost slum area that crosses the East Third Road and the North Third Road.

The sun rises in the east just after the summer season, getting higher and higher, approaching noon, and the sun rises in the middle of the sky. The shadow of the eastern wall of the wall has almost receded to the base of the wall.

"Brother Hei, hurry up, the sun is already on your buttocks."

A soft and glutinous voice sounded in his ears, with a trace of airflow, blowing his ears itching, waking him up from the sleep that had only begun in the fifth watch.

He was already awake, and he didn't need to open his eyes to know that the dirty little face at this time must be very close to him.

When I opened my eyes, sure enough, those big bright eyes flashed with slender eyelashes and looked at me. The tip of his nose on this little face with a few black marks was only a finger's width from the tip of his nose.

He was lying on the wooden bed, Xiaohua was lying on top of him, and the two looked at each other like this. It wasn't until he was about to cross his eyes that Xiaohua smiled contentedly, got up from him, and rubbed his big eyes.

"Can you please not stick so close every day." He sat up and said helplessly.

"Why?"

This chapter is a dream.

(End of chapter)