The sky before the rooster crows is dawn, and the world after the roosters crow is morning.

Since it is morning, it is natural that the old man who exercises in the morning and the vendor who gets up early are indispensable.

The footsteps on the bluestone slabs of the town are getting noisier and more lively.

The smoke of the cooking stove rose and slowly dissipated, because the porridge and rice dishes that should be made had been prepared, and the man who was eating the porridge rice was thinking about the busy life of the day today, and at the same time reprimanded the children who refused to drink the porridge, the children were playful, slept late at night, and were inevitably listless in the morning.

The vendors looked good, but there were not many pedestrians on the road, so they became listless, and the shouting was not at all like the hot buns that had just come out of the stall.

The hunter nibbled on the bun in his hand, hoping that there would be some more good prey in the trap he had set yesterday.

Don't ask for a brown bear full of treasures, a goat elk is also very good.

The old hunter, while longing for his prey, walked into the mountains, and he went out of the town, to the stream, and then stopped......

Because, not far in front of him, a long, long shadow suddenly appeared in his eyes!

He thought it was a shadow obscured by clouds, or a projection of sunlight covered by the peaks of the mountains, but after thinking about it, he thought it wasn't.

There is not a single cloud that can obscure the sunlight like a long, more ancient line, and the peaks of the mountains are not stacked, but they are not so gentle.

Curious, the hunter cautiously approached the shadows, only to find that it was a deep, deep abyss, unknown to the depths, revealing a terrifying abyss.

He began to feel frightened, so he hurriedly dropped the bun in his hand and ran towards the town.

Because of the hurry, when the old hunter passed by the stream, he did not notice that a certain dilapidated pavilion that had accompanied the town for more than ten years had disappeared.

He didn't even notice that the ground under his feet had irregular and ugly spots, as if it had been roasted by fire.

And the water level of the stream is a little higher than usual, like a rain last night.

He didn't know, and the people who hadn't left the town naturally didn't know.

Just last night, there was a big battle that took people breathtaking, a middle-aged man who had always been ashamed of the town finally left their sight, and a teenager who they had placed many hopes on also crossed the spatial crack, left the town, and went to an unknown number of miles............

Overnight, many people came and left, but there were only two people who really left this world.

This seems to be the ending that many people want to see......... But again, it is also an ending that many people don't want to see!

For example, Zhu Xiaoyu, who had already stepped on the return carriage at this time.

The next successor of the city lord of Bocheng is already on the way, and the resignation document issued by the imperial court has been sent to the city lord's mansion at this time.

Of course, these are just superficial processes, because Shen Li is already dead, and the Sho Oya Division of the Qingye Division has also dissipated in Kyoto, and the dissipation is dry and tight, and there is not even a single hair.

Shen Li was dead, and there was no need to continue the saucers or dark chess pieces that had been placed here, so overnight, many big people left this remote town.

Of course, the big guys here are only relative to the common villagers in the mountain town.

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

Zhu Xiaoyu's fat eyebrows did not have any expression, and even the wind through the curtains of the carriage could not blow the slightest tip of his hair.

His hands were hidden in the wide sleeves, and they were held very hard, and there were a few dark wilted hairs between his fingers.

He was going to bury his dead hair in a small mound somewhere outside the city of Kyoto, where there were many ashamed trees, although not as lush as Shiri, but they were still the home of the elderly.

The old man did not let him take him back to Kyoto before he died, and he would not disobey the old man's last wishes.

But he won't just let the old man drift in the turmoil!

The place he chose was clever, not in Kyoto, but not far from Kyoto, so that he could visit the old man from time to time.

It can also make the elderly less lonely.........

Those big people who are secretly manipulating have the bottom line of the big guys, and he doesn't have his own bottom line.

This is his bottom line, the most untouchable bottom line.

It doesn't matter if those people agree or not.

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

It doesn't matter if everyone agrees or disagrees, or if they are not satisfied.

Shen Lidu is finally dead, and this coquettish man who once disturbed the entire Dali Dynasty has finally completely dissipated into another abyss.

Shen Li died, but he didn't die, because there were many things that sprung up quietly after his death.

He disturbed the dynasty in turmoil during his lifetime, and it seems that he will also disturb the dynasty after his death.

This is the charm of this man, coquettish, debauched, whether in life or after death, can never make people completely relieved.

There is a unique small courtyard hidden behind the imperial city, just under the vermilion wall and tiles of the main hall, this small courtyard is called Qingye Division, which is the most special ministry of the dynasty's rights.

Thousands of men dressed in black stood in the courtyard, and the black uniforms were like black crows, more like black night clouds.

In fact, they are the night clouds in the dark night of the Dali Dynasty, or in other words, there will be their shadows under every night cloud of the dynasty.

They have a very special name, they are called Nightfall.

The eyeliner of the Qingye Division is all over the entire Tianyan Continent, whether it is a secular country or a sect outside the world, it can be said that as long as there are people, as long as there is a place of night, there will be the shadow of the Qingye Division.

And these nightmen with a mysterious and weird smell are the best people selected from the countless eyeliner tests in the lower layers.

Today, except for a few people who are unable to return to Beijing due to official duties, almost all the night actors in Kyoto Castle gather in the main courtyard of the Seiyashi.

Although the Qingye Division has a great reputation in the world and has the most terrifying deterrent power, its headquarters is not as rich and mysterious as people imagined.

It's like a larger courtyard.

Thousands of nightmen stood in the courtyard at the same time, making the already small courtyard seem a little crowded, but not noisy because no one spoke.

The sunlight covered by layers of dense shame leaves can only sprinkle a few faint wisps, and the few wisps that are sprinkled do not make the whole solemn scene appear brighter, but more heavy and solemn.

It's like a funeral............

The foliage was luxuriant, obscuring the sky and the sun, and the people under the foliage were silent and silent while looking ahead.

Where is there a pavilion.

There was a thick layer of plastering in the doorway, and it seemed that no one had stepped on it for a long time.

In fact, not only the attic, but also the courtyard in front of the gate, few people would have stepped into it unless it was an extraordinary emergency.

Because in that attic was their master, the only master of the night division.

"The Silence Has Gone Night"

After a long time, a middle-aged man in a big red robe at the front looked at the thick gray on the courtyard and said sadly.

Although he was the only one who spoke, he could see that every Nightshader had the same sadness in his eyes.

The fact that the old man, who had watched them for many years, returned to the night forever was the heaviest thing in itself.

"Zhong Shankui represents His Majesty's intentions, although Shen Li is dead, but Mo Shou finally blocked the shot for Shen Li............"

The other big night division, who was also dressed in a big red uniform, hesitated for a moment and said meaningfully.

Although Shen Li is dead, Mo Shou blocked a shot for him, although this is Mo Shou's personal will, but in the eyes of many people, this is Qing Ye Si's contempt and challenge to the royal power!

The middle-aged man who spoke earlier slowly looked back when he heard this, looked at the colleague beside him, who was also the Great Night Division, and sneered with a trace of contempt in his eyes.

"Why, the Great Night Division has taken care of the garden for so many years, and now it has gone against the wishes of some people, are you afraid?"

"We don't approve of Verdict sticking to his deathbed wishes, but his doing so will undoubtedly bring a lot of unnecessary trouble to the hospital."

The big night secretary bowed his head slightly and continued

"Your Majesty let Moshou leave Beijing, this is a very clear signal, now, there are many forces in the court pointing at the Qingye Division, the Yemu Lang in the division has been suppressed and disturbed a lot in the past few days, Kyoto City is okay, after all, this is our headquarters, those officials in the court do not dare to really decide the matter, but the situation in other counties is very serious, if it continues like this, I believe that it will not take long for our Qingye Division's eyeliner to be cut off a large part, without the provision of those information, we will lose a lot of restraint on the dark night of the dynasty”

After speaking, he looked back at the night men behind him, slowly turned his head, looked at the attic in front of him, and said seriously.

"We are not afraid of anything, but we need a voice, a voice that can let us know that the night of the dynasty has not left us"

The wind blew, and the leaves in the garden were rattling, bleak and heavy, as if they knew which old man who had taken care of them for many years had gone, and if no one stood up to make a sound, they might not be able to survive a few more springs and autumns, and spend a few times alternating between light and night.

Everyone looked silently at the thick layer of ash in the attic in front of them, quietly waiting for the voice.

After a long time, the attic door was gently pushed open, and a figure in a wide robe walked out.

The man didn't speak, but walked slowly out the door, through the crowd, his shoulders tilted a little, whether it was because the sun weighed on his shoulders, or because his robes were too dark to cover his feet.

He walked all the way, leaving a footprint on the gray steps as thick as a snowfield, the footprints were deep and shallow, just like the situation of the early night division now.

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

In the clouds and mist on the top of a thousand mountains, in a back temple that no one knew, a very small voice suddenly came.

It is the rebirth of the petals stretching in the air when the flower blooms, and it is also the silence of the passage of vitality when the leaves wither.

The sound is very soft, like the humming of flying ants when they flapp their wings in their ears again, and the sound is very loud, like firecrackers and fireworks set off at the end of every year in the villages under the mountain.

Withered and open, weak and roaring, these are the two extremes of the world, which should not be together, and now they are happening at the same time, which makes people feel like a spatial vortex full of chaos, but in fact, since the first plum blossom climbed the branch, it has been very stable, even constant.

Timeless stability

This is the Plum Garden

It is one of the most eternal places in the world.

The rules of time stand still here and do not flow, the changing order of the seasons becomes dead here, and everything is at the most delicate point, which is called balance.

Like a large array on the top of a mountain, it always maintains a constant balance.

In the depths of the plum garden, you can faintly see some shimmering and colorful things, which are like the light of the sun shining on the mirror.

It was a patch of verdant plum leaves, but it contained the Taoist scenery.

With this very different sound, a plum leaf suddenly dimmed and slowly broke away from the branch.

Immediately after, another plum leaf fell.

In a short time, a full seventeen plum leaves leave the branches at the same time.

Each plum leaf has a neat incision, as if it had been pierced by an invisible sword.

And in the gap where the plum leaves fell, there was a faint sound of doubt.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

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

"Everybody wants to know what I want to do, why did I suddenly change my mind at the end."

In the deepest part of the Wanling pine tree, a pine leaf slowly floated in the air like a needle, and finally swooped into the pond.

In the pond, lotus flowers flutter, rising with the water waves and falling with the breeze.

By the pond, a man held hands like clouds, hairpins like swords, and his eyebrows were swords.

In the pond, a toad looked boredly at the silt-wrapped things in the pond, and inexplicably burped again.

When the man heard the belch, he withdrew his hand, bent his elbow in front of him, and watched the toad whisper again.

"Back then, everyone thought that I wouldn't be able to use a sword, but I did, and this sword has ensured the stability of Wanling for so many years."

"Now everyone thinks that I can use a sword, but who am I? Sword Saint, Saint, who can understand the meaning of a saint? Can you understand?"

After speaking, the man shook his head and smiled, looked at Man Ling and said again.

"Of course you don't understand, you're just a lazy person who eats and sleeps, you've been with that person for many years, and now you've been with me for so many years, and you still can't understand it, how can they?"

(They don't understand the meaning of the saints, and they don't understand the sadness of our daytime work and nighttime code......... Ha, I originally wanted to use this chapter as the last chapter of the first volume, but thinking about the cute people and interesting things I would meet on the road in the future, I decided to wait a little longer, and it would be better to stop outside Kyoto City, and then ......... As the old saying goes, newcomers and new books, really need attention, if you think that picking up knives can still enter your eyes, can bring you some fun, please recommend it to your friends, by the way, also in the 17k novel network to give a collection of support, a deep salute, thank you endlessly)