On the morning of this day, Liu Ran stood in his home as usual, writing a notebook.

Spring is coming, the flowers and plants in the courtyard are growing well, and the grass branches should be dyed green by the spring breeze, hanging in the morning breeze, swaying lightly, like water waves, rustling.

Under the cloister, a shallow stream flowed among the piles of stones, and the water was so clear that a few small fish could be seen swimming in it, and then suddenly disappeared.

With birds chirping in the distance and the sound of flowing water nearby, it should be a quiet morning.

At the table, Liu Ran stood with a pen for a while, and the breeze blowing in his face was not warm or cold, but fresh and warm. After a long time, he should have laughed, put down his pen, and wrote a Ning character on the paper.

Rather is to have the mind and the body to be idle.

Liu Ran was writing, but he didn't notice that a thin breeze that was not so harmonious blew through the corner of the courtyard and landed on the study.

He was always so engrossed in writing that it was as if a single word in the pen was enough to pour out all his thoughts.

The wind slipped into the study, and Liu Ran finished writing.

He cleaned the pen that was still stained with ink, hung it back on the pen stand, and then took his hand and quietly looked at the words on the table, and sighed.

Not bad.

Liu Ran likes to write and paint, and he likes these black and white things because they are clear and clear.

What is white is white, and what is black is black, and there is nothing that is half black and half white, neither black nor white.

And the black and white between the pieces of paper, he can also control it himself.

It's not like this worldly affair, it's muddy, and you can't tell between right and wrong in black and white.

Liu Ran often hears people say that only children can distinguish between right and wrong, and those who do things don't care about black and white. He has always felt that this is sad and ridiculous, and the ridiculous thing is that if you can't even tell right from wrong in life, then what else can you tell.

Sadly, every time he tried to refute this, he found that he couldn't say anything, because it didn't seem to be wrong.

Where in this world is black and white, even what he does himself, can't tell so clearly.

But shouldn't you be right and wrong, since you don't even know what is right and what is wrong, how can you distinguish it?

Liu Ran couldn't figure it out, so he locked himself in this courtyard on the outskirts of the city, trying to figure it out.

This level is more than ten years, he has been out, but he has never asked about the world again.

If it weren't for the fact that his paintings are still circulating in a special way, I am afraid that the world would have forgotten about him.

However, in the past ten years, he still knew a person, a thief.

If Liu Ran is one extreme, then that thief is the other extreme.

The thief was a mess, a mess, even more muddy than the world, because there was nothing clear about him.

Whether it's where you're coming from, where you're going, or what you're asking for, it seems so unclear.

It's as if he has no way to rest, wandering around, doing whatever he wants, but he doesn't do anything wrong.

He is a gray man, gray and impartial, in the middle, not branching, can be called a peugeot.

It's as if he is not a person in this world at all, and if he is not in this world, he will naturally not be in the black and white of this world.

is such a thief, but he is the only outsider who has all the contact with Liu Ran over the years.

How did a person like Liu Ran, who wants to distinguish everything clearly, get involved with such an unclear person.

This Liu Ran himself can't say clearly, maybe it's because the thief is so gray that it's too clear.

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"Bang bang. ”

Not long after Liu Ran finished writing, there was a knock on the door outside his courtyard.

On this clear morning, the knock on the door was obvious, like a pebble breaking through the calm water, making Liu Ran turn around.

He frowned in confusion, not knowing who the person outside the door would be.

At this time, there should be no guests coming to the door.

I wanted to write another calligraphy, but Liu Ran didn't want to leave.

But there was no one else living in the courtyard but him, not even maids and servants, so he had to open the door himself.

After passing through the corridor, Liu Ran came to the door and pushed the door open.

He could see the person outside the door, it was a very special woman. Why is it special, because this woman doesn't look like a Kannai person. Whether it is her skin color or appearance, it is not very common in the territory of the Tang Kingdom.

The skin is slightly dark and wheat-colored, the bridge of the nose is high, and the eyebrows, eyes, and face are more angular than those of the Tang people.

What's even more special is that her hair is very short, and she also holds a long sword in her hand that is slightly wider than Tang Jian.

Together, it's hard not to pay more attention to her.

"Excuse me, girl, what are you here for?"

Liu Ran frowned, looked at the woman in front of him, and asked hesitantly.

There was almost no one in front of his door, and now there was a strange woman with a sword, and he naturally felt a little strange.

This woman is not polite, maybe she doesn't understand the etiquette of the Tang people, so she directly held the sword and explained her intentions.

"I'm looking for Liu Ran, Mr. Liu. ”

Her Tang dialect is jerky, but it's not so incomprehensible.

This made Liu Ran's brows furrow a little deeper, looking for me, what are you looking for me for?

After a moment of silence, Liu Ran said.

"I'm Liu Ran, may I ask you to find me, is there something wrong?"

The woman seemed to be a little surprised, frowned, looked Liu Ran up and down a few times, and said.

"I thought you'd be a little stronger. ”

"Oh?" Liu Ran smiled puzzledly and asked, "Why is this?"

"Because I've heard that your martial arts are not low. The woman looked at Liu Ran suspiciously, as if considering the reliability of the news.

Liu Ran raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, as if he was a little helpless and said: "The level of martial arts is not based on the strength of the body, and my martial arts are indeed not good. ”

"Hmph. The woman snorted as if she was a little dissatisfied, but then, she still looked at Liu Ran and said.

"Whether your martial arts are good or not, you will be the first Central Plains martial artist I challenge, do it. ”

With that, the woman took a step back and drew the sword in her hand.

She couldn't wait, because it had been three months since she left the Jin Kingdom, and apart from the unknown weapon spectrum in her hand, there had not been much progress in the things explained by the master.

She was afraid that if she continued like this, she would only be able to bring some rumors back to Jinguo next year, which was something she couldn't bear.

Therefore, she wants to fight with some Central Plains martial artists as soon as possible, and this Liu Ran in front of her will be the first.

ps: I took the family cat out to see a doctor during the day today, so the update was much late, and here I apologize to everyone for sweating. In addition, today is estimated to be another day when I can't see comments, helplessly, I feel that there are fewer comments from everyone, and I have a lot less fun in writing, hey, I really hope the platform can return to normal soon.