People with ugly faces and dim minds walked quietly in the cold rain of the night.

He was just released from prison today.

Jing Zhaoyin of the fake capital felt a headache when he saw him.

How can there be such a person?

Not to mention the ugliness of life, the heart is still bad.

Stealing someone else's bun and peeing on the rest.

No one knew where the man came from, as if he had suddenly come out of some corner or crawled out of some stinking ditch.

In April this year, he raped a girl from the north.

Jing Zhaoyin, who is nearly sixty years old, feels pity when he thinks of that girl.

How could such a weak and weak girl be ruined?

The entire fake capital wants this person who doesn't even have a name to die.

Even during the time he was in prison, many people sneaked into the prison and tried to strangle him to death.

I heard that he did not resist at that time, but opened his hand very obediently and let the man choke his neck.

As for why he didn't die.

Because Jing Zhaoyin came in a hurry with someone and rescued him.

Jing Zhao Yin was diligent and diligent, maintaining the law and order of the fake capital for more than 30 years, and then ruined his reputation for the rest of his life in this matter.

But he didn't feel pity.

It's just panic.

Just like he is standing in the rain with an umbrella now, the October rain is cold, but the old man is constantly wiping his sweat.

The figure was hanging its hands in the rain in the night, heading in a certain direction of the fake capital.

Just like in April, when Kyung Zhao Yin decided to focus on him because of public opinion, a woman wearing an ancient black dress came from that direction.

Even if that time it was His Majesty the Emperor who came in the fake capital.

He thought of the soft and weak girl in the blue and white dress, and he would not forgive this strange person.

Everyone knows that His Majesty the Emperor is just a puppet with no real power.

There is only one majesty in the world, and that is Huai'an.

But alas, it wasn't him who came that night.

It was the woman in the long black dress.

The battle in Nanyi City made the whole world know.

The goddess has returned to the world.

So the yellow sorghum, which had been surrendered for thousands of years, was cut off from Huai'an again.

And Jing Zhaoyin, who has been busy in the holiday capital for 30 years, has also been separated from the people's hearts.

After that night, Jing Zhaoyin also lived as an umbrella man.

Because when you go out, you will be splashed with filth.

He didn't even want to mention his name again.

So he just hid under the umbrella and was in cahoots with the darkness.

The figure faded away.

So Jing Zhaoyin skillfully pressed down the umbrella, and those people who were hiding in the night wantonly poured a lot of filth on this old man.

His thin arms were bare and bent, and he held the umbrella as much as he could, but there was still a lot of filth splashing in from outside the umbrella.

Jing Zhaoyin stood on the night rain road, sweating profusely.

But not by strain, nor by fear of filth.

He just looked at the low edge of the umbrella, and watched the figure in silence from afar.

Why would such an ugly and dirty person be in the fake capital?

Is this a test of the goddess to the world?

Jing Zhaoyin was extremely frightened in his heart.

The filth was also pouring on him, and someone threw the tiles, and the stabbing stabbed open the umbrella and cut the old man's cheek.

So he finally put aside his fears for a moment, put down the umbrella, and turned his head to look into the darkness of those street corners.

The old man asked in a strong cold voice, "Is it enough?" ”

The streets fell silent.

There was the sound of bricks falling to the ground, followed by the footsteps of people scattering.

Jing Zhao Yin stood quietly in the early winter night rain with a filthy body, thinking calmly.

You see, that's what happens to those who pour filth in the dark.

He didn't do anything.

And they fled in the darkness of the night.

......

There seemed to be a mournful singing voice in the walls of the palace at night.

The tune is old and soft, and so are the people who sing it.

It was hard for people wandering in the night to make out how many years it had been pronounced.

So he just looked at the cold night rain on this ancient land with a blank sadness.

And the man with an ugly face stood quietly in the rain with his hands down, standing in front of the palace road and listening.

——

If someone is in the mountains, he will be taken by Xue Lixi.

is both embarrassed and smiling, Zi Muyu is good at smiling.

Take the red leopard from the civet dog, and the Xinyi car is tied to the laurel flag.

was taken by Shi Lanxi to Du Heng, and he was left behind.

——

The ugly-faced man listened quietly with his head bowed and his hands down.

The woman hummed softly, her voice quiet and sad.

If you think from afar, if you don't return.

——

The rest of the secluded place will never see the sky, and the road will be dangerous and difficult to come alone.

The table is independent of the mountain, and the clouds are tolerant and down.

The sun is dark, and the east wind is raining the gods.

Stay spiritually and forget to return, and the years are both Yan Xi and Huayu.

——

Picking three shows in the mountains, stone Lei Lei and Ge vines.

The resentful son is sad and forgets to return, and I can't be idle.

The people in the mountains are full of flowers, drinking stone springs and pine and cypress.

Jun Si I was suspicious, the thunder filled the rain, and the night chirped.

The wind is sassy and the wood is Xiao Xiao, and Si Gongzi is away from worry.

.......

The world is stormy.

The ugly and filthy man, who was hated by the whole fake capital, finally left the palace and walked towards the cold and independent dilapidated palace in the rain in front of him in that mournful song.

As he walked all the way through the long and broken stone steps that had not been stepped on for thousands of years, and stood in front of the palace, he finally saw the woman in a long black dress and sitting on the eaves in front of the palace with an umbrella.

It is the goddess of Wushan.

It's also a mountain ghost.

The one that has been handed down from Gu Chu has been sung.

It's just that the woman in the black dress is still humming softly under the umbrella.

All things are mournful and sorrowful.

It's just that the woman was originally barefoot, but she was wearing a pair of very clumsy little shoes and exposed floral socks.

So the pair of floral socks swayed quietly in the night rain.

The ugly gaze lingered on the little floral socks for a long time.

He'd seen a pair of similar ones before.

In the midst of a certain sinking struggle.

So he lowered his head in silence and looked at the main entrance of the palace, which had been abandoned many years ago.

The doors were red and broken, and the intricate and ancient colored totems had faded over the millennia.

In the midst of all that damage.

With a sword in his hand.

This ugly man used to know it.

It's called Lingtai.

It used to be a sword from a high cliff in the East China Sea.

In April, through the wind and snow, it was nailed to that door.

The humming above the eaves finally died down in the rain.

Yaoji lowered her head and looked at the person below quietly.

Once by the River Styx, he had a long conversation with her.

- If you are born ugly, if you live a despicable life, if you want to die, if you do all kinds of evil, if you live in the filth that all the world itself will spurn, will you still feel good when you raise your eyes and look at the world?

Yao Ji thinks so and does so.

So Liu Yueyue, who used to live a good life in Huai'an and loved the world, crawled out of the gutter of the fake capital.

He is no longer a practitioner, but a man of the world, or rather, a person who is spurned by the world.

He is crazy, he is ugly, he is like a wandering spirit, walking the streets of the fake capital with a foul smell all over his body.

He wants to live, but the world spurns, so he can only steal, so he has to take revenge on the world with resentment.

So sinking into that ugliness, all resentment will only bring more evil consequences.

Everybody wanted him to die.

But no one did that.

So it was like falling into a quagmire, falling, drowning, sinking. Only in the midst of constant struggle can the ugly head stick out, breathe in the darkness for a moment of lucidity.

The sobriety at that moment was the time when Liu March walked through the long street and walked in front of this ancient and dilapidated corner of the Chu Palace.

"In the eyes of the world, you have died thousands of times, Liu March."

Liu March looked down at her own appearance reflected in the puddles of water accumulated on the worn stone slabs under her feet.

You are such a twist, you are such a sin.

Are you still Liu March?

You're just a dirty monster pieced together by the will of the upper echelons!

But Liu March raised her head, looked at Yao Ji with that distorted smile, and said softly: "What they want to die is not Liu March, but your dark assumption of the goddess." ”

Yao Ji said calmly: "It doesn't matter if it's Liu March or not. ”

Liu March fell silent and said softly, "Yes." ”

Damn it, of course, it's not Yoo March.

It's the twisted man who crawls out of the gutter in the night.

But that's exactly what the conversation on the banks of the Styx was trying to prove.

"You see, if you are such a person, you live in the world, you hate everything, and you are disgusted by everything, can you still talk about the beauty of the world as you did at the beginning?"

Liu March lowered his head and was silent for a long time, and then laughed softly, that smile was very ugly, very terrifying, there seemed to be an unclear irony, he laughed for a long time, and then said calmly: "Then may I ask the goddess, what kind of god would treat her people so cruelly?" ”

Yao Ji said softly, "Do you think everything you have experienced has come from my gift? ”

Liu March said calmly: "Yes, you made my mind confused, let my will be extinguished, let my spirit sleep, and let my humanity be completely lost, and you created such a wrong Liu March to prove what you insisted on - so even if I Liu March really deserve death, I still feel that you are wrong." ”

The word 'you' sounds incredibly sarcastic.

Yao Ji didn't say anything more, just stepped on the night rain and walked down from the eaves, with her back to Liu Yueyue and quietly looked at the sword nailed to the door of the palace of the King of Chu.

The night rain is bleak and cold, and the night snow in the south will have to wait a long time.

Next year is after the snow.

"But what I have shaped is what I have seen in the world, Liu March." Yao Ji whispered. "Next year."

"Wait until next year, but those beliefs that represent gods and ghosts will be re-established in the world."

Yaoji looked back at Liu Yue, her expression was quiet but gentle.

"You take a good look at the world."

"Look at the beauty you sing, the distance from reality."

Liu March looked at Yao Ji quietly for a long time, and then said calmly: "Okay." ”

Then he turned and walked into the night rain.

Today's moment is over.

So Liu March fell into all kinds of painful struggles again.

Every day.

He had a moment of sobriety, to sit in the corner, to sit in the corner, to sit in the darkness and all the squalour, to face all the sins of the day.

But to fall is not to possess the word sin.

Sober will.

So all kinds of pain.

All in the moment of sobriety.

......

In all the darkness, there will always be something that briefly opens his eyes, looks at the world, and speaks softly.

My name is Liu March.

......

His Majesty Huangliang's Emperor is a middle-aged man who spends his days drinking and enjoying himself in the Windward Building, and does not ask about world affairs, nor can he ask about world affairs.

When the wind blows in the world, he will say that the wind is good.

When it rains in the world, he will say that it is good to rain.

When nothing happened in the world, he didn't say anything, just sat in the windward tower in the palace of the fake capital.

Like his ancestors, he would have everything comfortably, and then live happily through his life and then die - except for the only and last empress of Huangliang a long time ago, when the world was not yet unified.

Of course, sometimes his ancestors don't die in peace.

For example, it is clear that they don't have any ideas, but somewhere in Huangliang someone is making trouble and raising an anti-flag.

So Huai'an's men killed him and replaced him with his son.

So from generation to generation, they learned a good word.

No matter what others do, they have to say yes.

The wind was windy, the rain was good, even if nothing happened, they didn't say anything—but the world knew that the good words in their hearts were louder than anyone else.

So when Yao Ji came to the fake capital for the first time, in April, standing on the windward tower, he also said well.

The north got some news and gathered the entire southern forces south of Fengqiling, and he didn't forget to ask someone to climb over from the Youhuang Mountain Range and write a good word to those people in Huaidu.

Anything is fine anyway.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Just prove to the world that you have no other ideas.

Everything is the best.

So when he dragged his obese body because he was lazy and lazy all day long, drinking and enjoying himself, he came to this Chu palace with an umbrella.

When he looked at Yao Ji, who was standing quietly with the sword at the palace gate, he also clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay! ”

Yao Ji turned her head, looked at him calmly for a long time, and said calmly, "Do you want to be the king of Chu?" ”

Emperor Yan, whose surname no one knew his name, didn't think about anything, just smiled and said, "Okay." ”

Yao Ji said softly: "After the snow in the coming year, on the fifteenth day of the first month, you will come to draw this sword." ”

Of course, Emperor Pei knew what this meant, but he didn't think about anything, just smiled and said, "Okay." ”

Yao Ji walked towards the night rain with an umbrella, but stopped again and looked back at this descendant of the former Emperor of Ancient Chu.

"Is there anything bad in the world?"

Emperor Companion smiled and said, "No, everything is fine." ”

"If you become the king of Chu, you will die in the future."

"If I don't live as the king of Chu, I will also die." Accompany Di Le said hehehe, "Anyway, you like Hu Lai, so why is it bad?" ”

Yao Ji was a little puzzled.

"Why did King Chu die?"

"It will die of old age, it will die of disease, and it may also be killed by those who are keen to restore the country." Emperor Companion said with a smile, "Anyway, when it comes to the things in front of you, they are just good." ”

Yao Ji looked at him quietly and asked, "What about the ones that didn't come to you?" ”

"That's the good thing that hasn't arrived yet."

"I'm curious if anyone has told you to die now."

"I said, I said yes, and then I jumped off the windward building." "But they panicked and used their bodies as cushions to catch me, and even crushed two people to death because I was too fat - if I did fall to my death, they wouldn't have survived." ”

Accompanying the emperor said, standing under the umbrella and watching the night rain very comfortably.

"You see, people like us, just say yes."

So even if Emperor Pei really drew his sword and pulled out the warning from Huai'an from this dusty door, he became the king of Chu who had been separated by more than 2,000 years.

Huai'an won't let him die either.

When he became the king of Chu, Huang Liang didn't dare to let him die.

So he was alive again.

Put a name there, still sitting in the windward building and watching the wind and rain in the world, saying all kinds of good words.

Yao Ji didn't say anything more, turned and left the place.

Emperor Companion is still walking with an umbrella in this night rain.

Say yes when you see anything.

......

Shu He, who had chosen to leave early in that snowstorm, stood on a certain street in the middle of Huaidu.

Beside him was the Ming mayfly who had encouraged all the enthusiastic people to die outside the city of Nanyi, but he was always fine.

This long street runs north-south.

So after the sword killed the person named Zilan outside Nanyi City, it crossed this street, crossed half of the fake capital, and nailed it to the gate of the Chu Palace.

Even though a long time has passed, when Shu He is standing here.

I can still feel that chilling sword intent.

Shu He quietly looked along the line, as if he had seen the sword, was silent for a long time, and said, "So Huai'an has long thought that there will be such a day?" ”

Ming Mayfly shook his head, thinking about what he had seen outside Nanyi City, and said with great regret: "They don't think about it, they just put such a sword there." ”

Shu He fell silent.

Yes, Huai'an really doesn't think about it.

Nanyi City has a sword, just because it is the southernmost point of Huai'an.

It has nothing to do with whether it is sorghum further south.

So whatever comes from the south, you have to try that sword first.

Someone simply came from Daze, tried a sword, and simply went.

"So you have to think about it." Ming mayfly said softly, "Do you follow in the footsteps of the goddess, or believe in the current world." ”

Shu He sighed and said, "Yes, we are not people who just need to say yes and be okay. But I'm curious, why us, you? ”

The mayfly said calmly, "Because I am different from you. ”

"For example?"

"For example, I have also built avenues."

Shu He stood there in a daze.

But the man next to him stepped on the night rain and went north.