The owner of the white crane, south of the palace of Changning, in the middle of Feiyu Lane, the white crane hall.

Sleepless NightAccording to the record of "Forgotten Things", he walked through the streets and alleys all the way to Feiyu Lane.

Although he has been listed as a T-level wanted criminal, Sleepless Night has been transformed and does not resemble a portrait at all.

Therefore, the journey along the way did not attract much attention.

Coupled with the appearance of a literati and a scholar, many ordinary people dare not look directly at him.

No one bothered him, and he was at ease.

It's just that when he didn't walk dozens of steps, he didn't see Chu Yan follow.

The only remnants of her voice came to my ears.

"Son, in Nanchang City, there is my old age, and I have to go to an appointment. I will take a half-day off from you. See you tomorrow morning. ”

"See you tomorrow......"

This voice, tactfully clear, lingered in my ears and never dispersed for a long time.

"Hoo ......"

Sleepless at night with a long sigh.

In the past few days, Chu Yan has often made such mysterious moves, and he has left for a while.

Sometimes it's an invitation from the deceased, sometimes it's a temporary emergency.

Compared with the mystery when I first saw her, now she is not only mysterious, but also seems to have an inexplicable estrangement from herself.

Flying Feather Alley.

Sleepless looking at a certain place, where it was just right, as if showing Chu Yan's figure.

He blinked, and the hallucinations vanished.

It wasn't Chu Yan, it was just an illusion of a thousand thoughts in his heart.

The moonlight at the beginning of February is not round, but it is very bright.

The stone pavement in the alley, in the moonlight, glows with a faint sheen.

"The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

The willow trees on both sides are gently swaying in the wind, as if telling the past of this alley.

Sleepless took a deep breath, put aside the distractions in his heart for a while, and walked slowly along the alleyway.

In the dead of night, the lights in Feiyu Alley gradually thinned, and the pace of sleepless night slowed down.

More than ten years ago, when King Ning had not yet rebelled, Nanchang was still King Ning's fief, and this was the core of King Ning's fief.

Later, King Ning was defeated, the fief was deposed, and the huge Ning Wangfu was either deserted or taken over by the royal eunuch station, and it was no longer the scene of the year.

Even with it, outside Feiyu Alley, it was also a lonely and lonely appearance.

The sleepless footsteps of the night echoed in the Flying Feather Alley, and every step seemed to be stepping on the weight of the past.

Although King Ning's rebellion has become a thing of the past, the struggle for power and the greed of human nature are still quietly staged in every corner of this world.

Sleepless eyes swept over the deserted mansions.

Those who were once prosperous and glorious are now only ruined walls, and they are desolate by the moonlight.

What exactly does the pursuit of power bring? Is it glory or destruction?

He shook his head, putting the heavy thoughts aside for a moment.

These are not what he needs to consider now.

In front of a secluded courtyard.

The door seems to be closed, and a plaque is hung on it, with three big characters "White Crane Hall" written on it.

This is the destination of his trip.

Sleepless knocked on the door gently, but the door unexpectedly "creaked" and opened on its own.

"Huh?"

This door is not unlocked, but it is broken, and it opens as soon as it is pushed.

He stepped in, and the courtyard was full of dilapidated and filthy scenes, and in the moonlight, it seemed like he had come to a haunted country house.

Here, it is even more dilapidated than Ning Wangfu.

In the courtyard, every piece of broken rubble, every bush of overgrown weeds, is full of uninhabited desertedness.

Those broken stones and tiles are obviously taken from a lot of raw materials.

can use these materials, this white crane owner, must have been prominent before.

It's just that today is not yesterday, no matter how prominent the characters were, they could not escape the fate of being abandoned by time in the end.

A cold wind blew, and Sleepless couldn't help but shiver.

Stepping on the courtyard like ruins, the sleepless brow of the night wrinkled even deeper.

When he stepped out of the court, and then went to look carefully at the plaque of "White Crane Hall", he saw clearly by the moonlight.

In the middle of the plaque, a shocking crack folded, dismembering the text into pieces.

I just came in and just glanced at it and didn't notice this detail.

Back to the courtyard again.

After rummaging around at night, I finally determined that the courtyard was empty, and it was empty and lonely.

"It seems that this White Crane Hall has been abandoned, and no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like it is inhabited."

As for the owner of the white crane, I am afraid that he has long since disappeared.

Is it alive, or is it long gone?

None of this is known.

Came specifically for it, and it turned out to be a failure.

sighed, shook his clothes sleeplessly, and prepared to leave.

"Bang bang".

There was a muffled sound, and when Sleepless passed by somewhere, he kicked over a crockpot.

If you don't sleep at night on a weekday, you won't make such a low-level mistake.

It's just that tonight, immersed in worrying thoughts, and not paying much attention to the road under my feet, that I kicked a crockpot that couldn't stand in the way at all.

The water in the clay pot overflowed.

With the water flowing to the ground, under the moonlight, three lines of words that seem to be poems come into view.

The water in the clay pot, I don't know if it was rain or something, as soon as it touched the ground, it poured out a few lines of text:

The words, as if they had an expiration date, were fleeting.

Fortunately, before the night disappeared, he read it out:

The hidden immortal family in the depths of the white clouds,

The shadow of the crane flies alone in the sunset.

Nothing happens when the host and the guest meet,

The population is gradually decreasing.

Forget the machine and get tired of fame,

Sorrowful and distracting, clear as a bloom.

The secluded path in the valley seeks spring,

There is a peach source to avoid Qin.

At first glance, it is a landscape idyll tired of secular strife, but it is also fresh and elegant.

When he finished reading all the words, these lines disappeared in front of his eyes, and he quickly understood after sleepless nights.

This is a Tibetan poem.

The first word at the beginning of each poem is connected into one sentence:

The owner of the white crane, forget the worries in the valley.

……

Sleepless at night, his brows furrowed, and he thought hard.

What is this? Is it a hint?

If this is a hint, then it makes sense from the context of the context.

The owner of the White Crane was tired of worldly strife, so he abandoned his White Crane Hall and chose to withdraw from the rivers and lakes.

However, considering that there might be an old man who would come to him, he wrote a hidden poem to leave some clues for the deceased.

This clue is not so easy to find, you need to accidentally kick over the crockpot, the water in the crockpot overflows, and this line of text is revealed, and it is seen in a fleeting moment to successfully find the clue.

All of this requires a series of coincidences to be connected.

In such a coincidence, it can be regarded as having a relationship with the owner of the white crane, so it doesn't hurt that the owner of the white crane tells you where he is hiding because of this.

Sleepless smiled at night.

It seems that his luck is not too bad.

Now you only need to find this Valley of Forgotten Worries to find the owner of the white crane.

In the courtyard, next to a stone table.

This stone table is one of the few well-preserved buildings in the courtyard, and it does not affect its use except for a thick layer of wet mud and some wear and tear at the corners.

Sleepless sat down on the stone bench next to the table, cleaned up briefly, and took out a map of Nanchang City and its surroundings from his arms.

This was bought by him in a bookstore in Nanchang during the day for five taels of silver.

"Forget the Valley of Sorrows, where are you ......"

According to the map, I couldn't sleep all night to find the place name mark with the word "Forget Worry Valley" on it.

The map is big enough, the words are also very fine, and when I hold the fire fold at night, I read all the maps, and I hear a shout from the street in the distance.

"Three more ......"

In a blink of an eye, I saw the third watch, but I never saw the location of the "Valley of Forgotten Worries" on the map.

"Could it be that the Valley of Forgotten Worries is not in Nanchang City and its surroundings?"

Sleepless nights plunged into deep doubt.

Since the owner of the white crane chose to live in seclusion and leave Nanchang far away, it is also reasonable. Not near Nanchang, it is indeed possible.

But then I don't know how to look for sleepless nights.

The world is so big, the Valley of Forgotten Worries is just a drop in the ocean.

How easy is it to find?

What's more, who knows, is the name of this "Valley of Forgotten Sorrows" given by the owner of the white crane himself?

Wait a minute.

"Got it yourself?"

Not to mention, it's really possible.

Forget the Valley of Sorrows, not necessarily the real place name, it may be a name given by the owner of the white crane himself.

Thinking of this, I couldn't sleep at night and immediately checked the map again.

After a while, there was a new clue!