In the countryside, in the distance of the temples, under the holy light, in the night, not to mention the world, but only in the territory of the dynasty, these things are undoubtedly the most basic in the whole grand framework of the dynasty

No matter how prosperous the peasant women in the countryside are, they must obey the orders of the government, and no matter how powerful the ministers in the temple are, they will never escape the holy light of Emperor Wu and his old man

That place was located behind the Imperial City, and it was in charge of the place where the Holy Light of the entire dynasty could not find it

It is called the Qingye Division, which is responsible for a series of important functions and powers such as the criminal detention and prison heaven in the dynasty, the clear night law, and the examination of hundreds of officials

It seems that in the Dali Dynasty, where the country is so prosperous and the power is so concentrated, there should not be such a powerful and powerful department, but for countless years, this pavilion covered by shadows still stands quietly, and there has never been a trace of the general tilt despite the wind and rain

Maybe it's because the kings of the past generations trust it too much, or because of the strong resentment that surrounds the ghosts all the year round, even the king doesn't want to get involved

But whether it is a favor or a laissez-faire, over the years, this place has done too many horrific things, and countless ministers have suffered all kinds of devastation and died in it, although in the end there will always be many evidence such as corruption and perversion of the law, ignoring the Zhou law to prove the innocence of the department

But who knows whether the evidence is really true, or whether it is framed? Anyway, the person is already dead, and the dead cannot cry out for their own Zhaoxue

Where was there once a fat man, known as the best fat man in the past hundred years

But this kind of excellence is different from the excellence of other places, because excellence there means too strong the smell of blood

That blood is naturally someone else's

I heard that there will be a sad sound of grievances in the middle of the night in the Qing Ye Division, and most of the sad sounds are caused by the fat man, and there was a very favored imperial history because he said a bad word about the fat man in a dream, and he was imprisoned the next day, and he was tortured for several months before he was released, and he did not die when he came out, but he overflowed in his own home the next day

On the suicide note of this imperial historian before his death, two blood-red characters of liberation were written!

Only people who really have no yearning for life will still choose to commit suicide to get relief after they have been released from prison......

Of course, the conviction document for this imperial history to be imprisoned is naturally indispensable to common official words such as corruption and bribery, but no one in the whole of Kyoto knows that the real reason for this imperial history to be imprisoned may be because of unspoken words in the dream

If Zhu Xiaoyu is the fat man in the rumors......

Thinking about the most likely, and also the most unlikely, Sun Yintao was silent, and suddenly felt that it was necessary to advise his master, and it would be more appropriate to stop the matter about Shen Li

No one wants to be remembered by the people of the Dawn of the Night

............

The night in Yuzhen is quiet and deep

The quiet is the spacious and clean bluestone streets of the town, and the deep nature is the dark rocks in the mountains

In the small courtyard under the moonlight, two figures sat opposite each other, one was obese, the other was slightly vicissitudes, and in the middle there was a teenager lying on a chaise longue, and a long stick-like object went straight into the night sky from the boy's chest

Wilted peach blossoms are rare and quiet hanging on the branches, no longer rippling

"I've brought this kid back to you" The fat figure held his forehead and wiped the beads of sweat that didn't exist back and forth, and his movements were very exaggerated

The vicissitudes of life glanced at the other party's pretended hard movements, and said casually, "I didn't let you do this"

"Anyway, I'm also his savior, no matter what, I can be regarded as preserving your inheritance, we can't be so ungrateful" Seeing that he didn't get the comfort and praise he imagined, the fat figure drooped his shoulders, a little listless

Hearing this, the vicissitudes of life figure turned around, "When did I say that this child is my inheritance?, not to mention, when did the people who came out of the courtyard have ever had affection?"

The fat figure stretched out his hand and pointed to a bright narrow knife beside the young man, pouting, "Even the sealing knife was given to this young man, and he said that he is not your inheritance, who believes it?"

"Also, Shen Li," the fat figure sat a little more upright and continued

"Who said that people who come out of the courtyard are merciless, and I'm not one?"

After speaking, the fat figure patted his face, smiled close to the other party, and looked flattering

The middle-aged figure reached out and pushed away the fat face like a steamed bun, and said angrily, "You are about the same"

The fat figure lowered his head and said, "Shen Li, what you said really has no conscience."

The vicissitudes of life figure touched the position of his heart with his hand, as if to say that conscience is also interesting with green onion noodles?

The two people in the dilapidated courtyard are naturally Shen Li and Zhu Xiaoyu, and the dying teenager on the recliner is Xu Zi'an, and the spear that runs through the young man's chest is not pulled out for some reason, and he came here all the way

Because of the pills, the wounds on Xu Zi'an's body have stopped bleeding, and some rotten flesh even shows signs of healing, but the wound on the heart still looks very miserable

Zhang Yiran's shot was quite evil, the gun was full of true yuan, and there was also the blessing of cold air, this shot not only penetrated Xu Zi'an's entire heart, but the last few stirrings completely stirred the young man's heart into a mess of rotten meat

There is a Xuanfu in the heart, and the Xuanfu is like a palace, and outside the palace is a vast blank space, and that blank space is the heart itself outside the Xuanfu, also known as the Xuanting, the young man has no Xuanfu in his heart, and now the Xuanting has been completely damaged, even if he relies on some precious pills to continue his life, but if he wants to restore the heart to the original state, it is undoubtedly wishful thinking

There is no Xuanfu itself, and now the Heart Xuanting has also been destroyed, which means that the young man has no foundation for cultivation

Just like in a world, if there are only no rivers and mountains, relying on countless dirt slopes and shallow ditches, gradually converging into groups can form rivers and mountains, although these mountains and rivers may be relatively unremarkable, without the vastness and grandeur of those other mountain peaks, but in any case, only the world itself remains, then there is still hope for everything

Wanzhang buildings rise from the ground, but if even the land itself does not exist, how can we talk about high-rise buildings?

Xu Zi'an is in this situation now, this situation is very tricky, so Zhu Xiaoyu will take the young man back to the small courtyard, and only use some pills on the way to simply stop the bleeding, and he doesn't dare to do too much, he knows very well what the young man in front of him means to Shen Li, although Shen Li doesn't admit it, but the sealing knife can still explain a lot

Glancing at the blade that was as bright as snow in the moonlight, Zhu Xiaoyu suddenly spoke out to break the silence

"Saving can be saved, but saving is completely hopeless"

"It's a real nuisance."

Shen Li habitually touched the rough scumbag on the side of his mouth, and his expression was a little dark

Zhu Xiaoyu looked at the darkness in Shen Li's eyes, bowed his head slightly, and complained a little discouragedly, "God knows that this kid's nerves are crazy, he has to learn what people to play, the moon is dark, the wind is high, kill people and take revenge, honestly prepare for tomorrow's entry into Beijing, when you arrive in Kyoto, not to mention whether you take the exam or not, just rely on your Shen Li's name, at least there is no problem in going to the hospital, when those old guys wake up one day and notice him, it will be difficult, and there will always be hope."

"It's good now, the whole heart has been destroyed, all hope has been completely broken, and Shen Li...... Although I don't know why you chose this child, it seems that this child is really hopeless, otherwise, I will help you find another teenager?"

Zhu Xiaoyu's trivial voice became lower and lower, and his confidence became weaker and weaker, like a student in the study hall who had not completed the homework assigned by Mr. Teaching

For some reason, this fat man, who has made countless people fearful, has always had an indescribable respect when facing Shen Li, this respect has the awe of the naughty boy in the face of the respected teacher, and the worship of the young children when they first entered the rivers and lakes in the face of the legends of the rivers and lakes

Although his fat figure has also made many people unable to sleep at night, for fear of saying one more broken word about this fat man in their dreams

Shen Li didn't have the consciousness of a legendary boss at all, nor did he have any respect for the teacher, he got up and patted the dirt on his buttocks, rubbed out a large mud pill from his neck, wiped it on Zhu Xiaoyu's shirt casually, and turned his head to look at an ant on the ground

The ants climbed at the base of the peach tree, occasionally looking up at the floating clouds in the night sky through the peach branches, and their antennae were cheerful and cheerful, as if they were imagining that one day they would be able to step on the most beautiful cloud

This kind of whimsical courage will certainly make people feel funny, but if this ant has been trying to walk along the trunk of the tree towards the sky, without thinking about the distance of the sky, at least this perseverance and perseverance is worth a few more glances

But if the ant's slender legs are cut off and it can't do a single step, then no matter how hard it tries, it can't change any situation

Unless the clouds can float to the feet of the ants, or someone has given the ants wings......

Or, open up a new world for Xu Zi'an

But isn't this another wishful thinking?

And the craziest kind of delusion

Shen Li looked at the ant that was constantly trying to climb, frowned, stepped on the ant under his feet, and said indifferently

"Ants on the ground can never grow wings, and those who can grow wings are themselves those flying ants."

Zhu Xiaoyu looked up and was puzzled, a little unclear

Shen Li didn't have the slightest intention to patiently explain, Zhu Xiaoyu has always respected him as a teacher, but he has never treated Zhu Xiaoyu as an apprentice, and even for some reason, he seems a little indifferent

Walking to Xu Zi'an's side, Shen Li held the end of the handle of the gun with slight force, and the cold spear was slowly pulled out by Xu Zi'an's chest, and the tip of the gun brought out several strands of flesh, and the skin around the wound had coagulated into a blood scar, revealing a strange crimson that made people palpitate

At the terrible wound pierced by the spear, the broken heart was still beating, and it was surprisingly tenacious

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the black stone pendant that had been hanging around the young man's neck happened to fall into Xu Zi'an's terrifying and deep wound

The black stone pendant is still dark and silent, like a real stone, neither as smooth as a jade bead, nor as delicate as an agate jewel, but for some reason, there is always a trace of extremely faint light in the dark stone, like the veins on the petals of a flash

The terrifying broken wounds, the dark and mysterious black stones, and the dark streamers like flower petals made the scene look very weird, like a flower of death blooming in the broken heart of a young man

Shen Li stared down at Heishi, his brows furrowed into the wrinkled peach blossoms on the top of his head, his expression was dark, indifferent, hesitant, hesitant, unwilling, and all kinds of different emotions loomed from time to time

He tapped one hand on his knee, moving slowly and anxiously, as if he was thinking about some past that he did not want to recall, as if he was extrapolating some immeasurable changes in the future

Until the end, all emotions gradually returned to indifference, with a hint of cruelty in the indifference, as if a decision had been made

For he saw the little white flower again in the black stone

"It's not me who I chose," Shen Li said quietly as he stared at the darkness in front of him

"He was chosen by this night"