There is a remote mountain range called Lion's Head Ridge in Daxia, and there is a mountain village of more than 40 families at the foot of the mountain. Because more than eighty percent of the people in the village are surnamed Ma, and there are always some relatives between each family, the village is named Majia Village.

In a family in the village, the husband and wife are honest farmers, taking care of the family's five acres of cultivated land when the farm is busy, and the woman will do some needlework to supplement the family when the farm is not working. Although life is poor, it is not poor. Although the husband and wife are in love, but for so many years, the woman's stomach has not moved, which is the regret in the hearts of the couple. It's just that the husband feels sorry for his wife, and although he is often ridiculed by other men in the village outside, he never spits bitterness to his wife when he returns home, let alone complains about his wife.

As the days passed, the crops in the fields ripened. One by one, the children in the village grew up.

One day, the woman who was weeding in the field suddenly fainted, and the man hurriedly left the farm tools in his hand and the rest of the farm work, picked up his unconscious wife and ran to find the village Tulangzhong.

The man looked at the old man who was calling for his wife, with an anxious expression. The old man looked at the sweaty swarthy cropper with a smile on his face.

The man was a little anxious, but because of his clumsy tongue, he didn't know what to say for a while. just stared at the old man in a daze, with his mouth wide open.

The old man smiled and said to the man, "Congratulations, your daughter-in-law is finally pregnant."

On the way home, the kanji grinned and hummed a song, and behind him was his blushing wife. The wife clamored for the man to let him down, but the man said, you have my doll in your belly, but you can't be tired of the two of you.

From then on, the woman still went to the field with the man every day, but the man was the only one to do the work, and the woman sat on the ridge of the field and quietly watched her man's sweat, not knowing what to think.

The crops grew taller and taller, and the woman's belly grew bigger and bigger. The man is also more and more energetic in his work, as if the heavier the hoe he wields, the sooner the child will be born.

On the day of the woman's birth, the man squatted outside the house, and unconsciously pulled out the weeds in the yard.

The wife's screams tugged at the man's heart, and the baby's cry loosened the man's heart.

The man carried a basket of eggs and found the old man in the village who had studied to name the child, and the old man saw that the baby's eyes were clear and clear, so he named the child Ma Jing.

The husband and wife are also middle-aged, so they are very spoiled by Ma Jing. From the age of three, the boy suddenly became like he couldn't wake up all day. The big and smart eyes, which were originally watery, are also blurred into a gap all day long, often half-open and half-closed. Sometimes the boy slept for seven or eight hours, and no matter how loud the noise was, he could not wake up. The husband and wife thought that the child had some strange disease, so they searched for famous doctors in nearby villages and counties, but the doctors said that the child was very healthy and did not find out why.

Some old people in the village said that the child may have been evil, and the couple invited Mr. Yin and Yang from the village, and even knelt in front of the Taoist temple in the nearby mountains for a day and a night, which made the Taoist who was originally concentrating on immortality cry and laugh, and finally had to open the altar for the husband and wife. The child's lethargy still shows no signs of improving.

Over time, the couple became accustomed to their son's lethargy. It's just that Ma Jing can't go to the school like the other children in the village, and I'm afraid that before the children get to the school, they will fall asleep on the road. Similarly, boys are not allowed to help their fathers with farm work, and the children in the village are even less willing to play with them.

In the eyes of children, boys are monsters. In the eyes of adults, the boy is an obstacle to the debt collection. Only in the eyes of the child's parents, the boy is just their child.

Xiao Ma Jing likes to lie on the back of the cow the most, and the buffalo walks slowly, and the boy feels like he is lying on the kang. He looked at the blue sky and the white clouds in the sky. The boy wondered what was above the clouds. When you think about it, you fall asleep. When I woke up, it was already a starry plain.

When he was twelve years old, Ma Jing, who was sleeping soundly on the back of a cow, was unusually awakened by a sudden thunderstorm. The clouds were like lightning bolts piercing a big hole, and the waters of the heavenly rivers poured down to the world. The boy jumped off the cow's back and ran towards his home. The rain was so fast and dense that it was even harder for the boy's eyes, which were already squinted into a slit, to open them. As he ran, the boy wondered what was above the clouds.

The boy ran into the yard and saw his parents' door closed. My father went to the county market early in the morning, and at the moment he was afraid that he was trapped on the way by the heavy rain. My mother doesn't like to hide the door when she is home alone on weekdays.

The boy did not run back to his house to take shelter from the rain, but approached his mother's house in wet clothes. The rain was heavy and loud, but the boy seemed to hear something strange in the house. Under the window, through the half-hidden window, Ma Jing saw that the man in the same village, whom she called the third uncle, was pressed naked against her mother. At this moment, the boy's ears were filled with squeaking sounds and the low gasps that the two of them had deliberately suppressed, which was clearer than the sound of rain.

The boy stood in front of the window, and he wanted to rush into the house and hide back in his house. But his legs seemed to be filled with rain, and he couldn't take a step at all. The boy forced himself to close his eyes, but his eyes, which were usually closed for ten hours, could not be closed today. The boy forced himself to think about what was above the clouds, but to no avail.

The sound of the courtyard door pushing open and the familiar footsteps made the boy's head clearer. The middle-aged man observed the weather on the way to the county seat, and predicted that there would be heavy rain, so he temporarily decided to turn back.

The middle-aged man, who was also drenched, shouted a few times, and the boy standing in front of the window turned around. Seeing the pale boy, the middle-aged man hurriedly walked up to his son and was about to ask his son if he was sick from the rain, but he also saw the same scene as his son.

It was raining heavily outside that night, but Ma Jing could still hear the beating and scolding in the next room and the cries of her mother. The boy did not know when he had fallen asleep or when the rain had stopped, and when he woke up, his house was packed.

When Ma Jing saw her parents again, the two were wrapped in straw mats and carried to the mountains by the men of the village to be buried. There wasn't even a tombstone. The old man who named the boy couldn't bear it, so he took the boy to burn some yellow paper in front of the newly filled pit, and made the boy kneel and kowtow.

The people of the village said that he was an ominous person, and in the past he said it behind his back, because of the boy's parents. Now they would insult him and his father in front of the boy, saying vicious words that the boy would only understand when he grew up.

The boy was sold to the palace by the villagers, and the boy was thirteen years old. Therefore, the knife he suffered was more painful, not only in his body, but also in his heart, whether it was physical pain or mental pain, it was called humiliation.

Ma Jing, who is already a teenager but is no longer a teenager, is lying on a wooden bed, the room is very warm, and there is a fire. Wormwood was lit in the fire again. Ma Jing looked at the blue sky and the white clouds in the sky through the window. He wondered what was above the clouds. Thinking about it, he fell asleep, but Ma Jing said to himself before going to bed, hoping never to wake up.

When Ma Jing woke up, a feather at the knife edge was plucked out. All he heard was the sound of running water, and then he felt much lighter. Then a shrill male duck said in a shrill, "It's really big."

After Ma Jing entered the palace, she was arranged to clean the commode. He has never worked since he was a child, and his hands and feet are naturally not as good as others. Coupled with his own drowsiness, he often fell asleep while working, and he didn't know how many whips he had to whip before he woke up. Just like in Majia Village, the eunuchs around him also felt that he was a monster, and no one wanted to talk to him. As before, he always looked up at the blue sky and the white clouds in the sky, but there was no ox back under him, only a cold stone slab. The sky in his eyes was no wider than before, and he seemed to be imprisoned by this high palace wall.

When Ma Jing was fifteen years old, one day she finally missed work due to lethargy and was seriously injured and dying. Two little eunuchs carried him and prepared to take him to the carriage that specially hauled the corpse out of the palace. He thought of his father, but what he thought was that when his father and mother died, there was still a roll of straw mats, and he didn't even have a broken straw mat.

When he was about to be thrown into the wooden box where the corpses were transported, an old eunuch dressed in a bright red eunuch costume personally escorted the two corpses here. Seeing this person, everyone present knelt on the ground and saluted. And the old eunuch in the red robe inadvertently caught a glimpse of the dying Ma Jing, first frowned, and then his eyes lit up.

At that time, the old eunuch gave two orders to take Ma Jing back for treatment, and all the eunuchs who caused him serious injuries were killed.

Later, he learned that the old eunuch was the sword eunuch at that time.

After Ma Jing recovered from his injuries, the old eunuch asked him if he would like to be his apprentice. He asked the old man what he would teach him, and the old man only said eight words, "The way of serving the king, the art of killing".

So he had the third closest person in this life, and the third person who changed his fate. The first two were his parents, and the third was his master.

Master said that he was a once-in-a-lifetime martial artist who could cultivate while sleeping, and that he could use sleep as a cultivator. Under the guidance of the old man, he cultivated the art of killing people in dreams. On the night of his departure, the population of 43 households in Majia Village became 187 corpses.

Day after day, his martial arts cultivation realm is getting higher and higher, and his killing skills are becoming more and more sophisticated. His position by the side of the Son of Heaven became more and more important.

When he broke through the bottleneck of the Imperial Soul Realm, he rose against the wind and went straight to the sea of clouds. Standing in the clouds, overlooking the world, he finally got the answer that he had been meditating on since he was a child. It turns out that there is golden sunlight above the clouds, and there is the strongest martial artist in the world above the clouds, and there is a place for his horse crystal above the clouds.

He lay on his back on the sea of clouds, no longer a cold slate or a slowly swaying cow's back. Overhead, there is no longer a blue sky, or a white cloud in the sky, and there is no canopy imprisoned by the palace walls. Beneath him was an endless sea of clouds, and above his head was an endless firmament. He basked in the golden sunlight and pondered what was above the firmament. Thinking about it, I fell into a deep sleep. When you wake up, you can see the stars at your fingertips. He gathered a handful of galaxy water in his palm, and the glow flickered in his palm. He took Starlight in his sleeve and returned to the world.

Since then, he no longer sleeps soundly in the sea of clouds, but has devoted himself to seeking a way to break through the Xuanwu Realm, but he has stopped at the end of nearly two hundred years. Despite this, he used the cultivation of the Leaving Spirit Realm to kill more than a dozen iQue Realm martial artists, and was known as the first person to kill the iQue today. Because he is good at killing people in dreams, he is known as a dream demon by the world. Because of drowsiness and then murder, there are people who hate this person for being vicious and ruthless, and the murderous warriors gave him the nickname Night Cat.

From then on, he wore a big red official robe and ranked first among the five major eunuchs with the honor of the palm seal supervisor. Accompanied by three generations of Xia Emperors. It was also given the infinite honor of the python robe after the new emperor Chai Dingquan ascended the throne. It can be said that his life has reached the extreme that a eunuch can achieve.

Although he has an eccentric temperament, he is dark and ruthless, and he is ruthless in his work. But on weekdays, he took care of the young eunuchs in the palace, received the favor of the old man, and even picked up a life because of the old man, I am afraid that there should be 800 people without a thousand people over the years.

It's just that since he entered the palace, except for the time when he was lying on the sea of clouds, he has never stepped out of the Ziwei Palace for half a step. Even if you kill someone in your dream, it's where the magic is, not the person who is there. It seemed that the palace wall that he could easily step over with a single leap would really bind him. The palace walls can imprison the sky, and naturally they can imprison him. It wasn't the walls of the palace that imprisoned him, it was himself.

His real name is Ma Jing, and now he is called the eunuch by the people in the palace, and the old man who is called the dream demon or the night cat by the people outside the palace drank the last drop of wine in the altar. He looked at the young eunuch named Zhigui in front of him. It seems to have seen a shadow of himself two hundred years ago. It's just that the young man in front of him was lucky or unlucky compared to himself at that time, and the old man didn't think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

The palace wall is a little deeper, the young man goes, the temples are white and beardless, and the python robe is changed into rags. Speechless people are afraid, and no one refuses to speak. However, he is still like a fluttering experience.