There is no moon tonight, and there are only a few sparse stars in the sky.

The time of the curfew is approaching, and the streets and alleys are dimly lit, and the city government officials are beating gongs and carrying sticks, patrolling several lively markets, driving away the already small number of pedestrians.

Suddenly, a fluttering figure appeared in a dark alley, the candlelight cast by the people on both sides of the alley was dim and dim, and a bare hand probed into the candle shadow like lightning, and narrowly caught a piece of falling tile, and then, the slender figure swept up the roof like light smoke and put the tile back in its original place.

Dusting off the floating ash on her sleeves, Wei Shu breathed a sigh of relief.

It was the second time she missed tonight.

When she passed by a house, she accidentally kicked over the vegetable jar that someone had placed under the wall, and almost alarmed people, but fortunately a wild dog ran over with its tail between its legs, but it was for her that the woman scolded a few times.

With Akisi's skills, he should never make such a mistake that only a thief in the rivers and lakes would make, but Wei Shu was a little delirious tonight, and what repeatedly appeared in his mind was the figure of Lian'er sitting in the dark.

Somehow, this figure reminded her of Mama Bamboo, of the thin and thin figure in the twilight.

One is young and young, the other is pale and pale, their faces are constantly alternating and overlapping in front of Wei Shu's eyes, appearing and lingering from time to time.

"Alive...... Why is it so difficult? ”

Stepping on the jagged tiles, Wei Shu's ears seemed to sound Lian'er's dreamy whisper again.

She missed twice tonight, both as she remembered it.

Why is it so hard to live?

In the past, it was rare for avant-garde Shu to think of such a thing. Even if she was chased and killed by King Liang's private soldiers, exiled in various countries, and panicked in the countryside, she never felt that it was difficult to live, but burst out with a strong obsession at that moment of life and death again and again, and under this obsession, she fought bloody, overcame thorns, and climbed to the highest throne.

However, this is not yesterday, and now she is no longer a princess and queen, so this ordinary word "alive" also contains some different meanings for her.

After concentrating, Wei Shu stretched out her hand and pressed to the roof, the dantian qi flowed, and the figure rose sharply, like a big black bird swept over several roofs, and in a rise and fall, it was already a few zhang away.

She was on her way to Jin Gui's house.

Although he didn't promise Lian'er anything, and he didn't plan to help, as soon as he left Zuo Shuai's Mansion, Wei Shu's legs and feet seemed to have his own ideas, and he went north.

Wei Shu knew that she would go this time.

Martial arts practitioners pay attention to the body first, the unity of the mind and spirit, and now the mind is not moving, the body is first, this is the true intention of the martial artist, not to mention, the "Wind Breaking Arrow Method" is only two words for the whole text:

No regrets.

The arrow comes out without regrets.

Only if he has no regrets can he have a good idea; Only when it is accessible can it have both divine and divine will. If you want it, the realm will be strong, and if you are finished, you will be full of energy, and it will become one and condense into a potential.

When the archery is completed, all the plants and trees, mountains and rivers, heaven and earth, people's hearts and even all things in the world and all kinds of life can be the bow in the palm of the hand, the arrow on the string, and the arrow can break ten thousand jun.

Naturally, Wei Shu is far from practicing this realm now, and it is difficult to confirm whether this realm can be reached and whether it exists or not. However, the nature of the martial arts practitioner and the righteousness of the people in the rivers and lakes made her instinctively know that this trip was essential, otherwise she would be in a lack of mood and it would be difficult to complete it.

And the mistakes on this road have nothing to do with the warriors or the rivers and lakes, but only the heart of Wei Shu.

She said that she would save Lian'er, and she promised to save these poor slaves, and she was indeed doing what she did, and it was about to be done, and now she was only one last step away.

However, ask yourself, is it really her purpose to save people?

Didn't she use the guise of saving people to say those high-sounding words and put the common people on the table, but in fact, she was carefully calculating how to use this situation to ruthlessly destroy the prestige of the Jin Kingdom and boost the morale of the Central Plains, and then show that she is actually no worse than those so-called Ming Jun?

How could she ever see these living people as human beings? To some extent, doesn't she, like those golden people, use these slaves as bargaining chips to increase her own weight?

In order to get rid of the evil breath in her chest, in order to take away the titles of "Evil Emperor" and "Yu Xing" imposed on her by later generations, why is she not using them?

And her ultimate goal is nothing more than to prove herself and be a witness. In the final analysis, she is still for herself, as well as the society in her eyes.

But what is the country?

Over the years, Wei Shu has always thought that she understands the meaning of these two words, from listening to politics through the curtain, to being in charge of the national seal, from walking on thin ice to being arbitrary.

Thoughts came and went, there was a noisy hustle and bustle in his mind, but Wei Shu's speed of running did not decrease at all, and he always divided a trace of his mind to peek at the surrounding situation, but he did not continue to make mistakes, the slender figure was like the wind blowing down the flowers, like floating flotsam in the air, silently passing through the city, and it took less than a moment to arrive at the destination of this trip:

North City Sheep's Head Fang Melon Basket Lane.

And the man, whose name was Jin Gui, dwelt here.

In this corner of the city, Wei Shu has also been here before.

When she first entered White Frost City, she hid here for a while, evading several groups of killers in the villa.

This place was more chaotic than the courtyard where she had lived, because it was close to the slave house, close to the base of the city wall, and everywhere there were shacks and thatched huts built haphazardly, and as far as the eye could see, there was not a single brick or tile, only a roof made of horizontal and grass, and the ground was full of cows, arrows and horses, dung and water flowed sideways, and a foul smell wafted from time to time in the wind, which made people unbearable to smell.

Said that this is the alley is to lift it, this is actually a shantytown, originally under the rule of the Great Song Dynasty, this part of the silver city is also a place for the poor to gather, and now the White Frost City government is even more negligent in management, this melon basket lane is more and more out of order.

Wei Shu picked the roof of the shed where he could settle and jumped up, and he arrived at the place in a moment.

As Lian'er relayed, the place where this Jin Gui's house is located is indeed cleaner than the side place, although the small ditch in front of the door is smelly, but the bottom of the water reflects the sparse starlight, the spring grass on the ditch is separated, the wild flowers are scattered, and the occasional fragrance is floating, but it is also like a look.

When he was five or six feet away from Jin Gui's house, Wei Shu had already stopped.

She heard someone talking in the house, and what was even more bizarre was that there was still a light on in the hut, and although the candle flame was faint, it was also very conspicuous in this poor alley, almost out of place.

How can the poor have the money to spend on this candle? Why do blind people need to light lamps? In addition, who is the old woman who is alone at home?