Bing Yang looked at Zi Ling, who was in a daze, a little worried.

"Why are you frustrated?" Bingyang blinked.

"I feel like life is so hard. Zi Ling sighed.

Bingyang wanted to laugh a little: "Life is so hard, why are you still going to be sad in spring and autumn?"

"How can this be sad and sad?" Zi Ling was a little indignant: "The past of every Master of Murrah Niro is so sad. I feel that my heart is overwhelmed. ”

Bingyang touched Zi Ling's head and said lovingly: "The water of the waves is clear, you can wet me, and the water of the waves is turbid, you can wet my feet." The water of the waves can share the joys and sorrows with it, but there is no need to mind too much. ”

"I used to be so fascinated by the story of Master Murama Nira. But now, I'm a little scared to hear about those separations and reunions, life and death. ”

"Then next time, let's not listen to those rambling stories. Just kill it. Bingyang hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Hmm. Zi Ling raised her head and promised solemnly.

But for those with a gossipy heart, commitment is a mirror.

Soon, Zi Ling held her cheeks and sat next to a thin old man, listening with relish.

Bingyang clasped his hands and stood aside, looking at the thin old man with some vigilance.

Bingyang interrupted the old man who was dancing and Zi Ling, who was listening in a daze, "Are you really an Asura Master?"

The thin old man was a little unsatisfied: "Of course, otherwise, who am I?"

"If you're an Asura, why do you live by the lake?" Bingyang frowned.

"Who said that an Asura can't live by the lake?" the old man was a little puzzled.

"Not only do you live by the lake, but the exercises you practice are also related to water. Bingyang stared at the old man with a calm gaze.

The old man was stunned for a moment, glared at Bingyang with some anger and said, "You have good eyesight, you can see my exercises." ”

Bing Yang smiled slightly: "Your ten fingers are slender, but the tips of your fingers are swollen and pale, and they are rough, which is obviously the result of using water as a weapon for a long time. If my guess is correct, you should be the one who turns water into a sword. ”

The old man's face turned red, and he said fiercely: "Since I live by the lake, I naturally practice water swords according to local conditions. Even if I use the water sword, I can't deny that I am an asura. ”

Bingyang said without showing weakness: "Except for the dragon sand and sand luo, who else can cultivate the water sword?"

The old man sneered, "You kid is so boring. No jokes, how boring is life?"

When Zi Ling heard this, he stood up dissatisfied, and said loudly: "Master, you actually deceived me? If your name is all fake, then the stories you said about encountering eagle owls in the mountains and learning the magic skills of the world are all fake?"

The old man smiled dumbly: "Such a twist and turn, only you, a stupid girl, will believe it." The old man paused, and said seriously: "But your little husband is too shrewd, I'm afraid that you will be bullied by him in the future." ”

Zi Ling's face turned red and said, "He is not my husband. Zi Ling thought for a while, and then said, "He's shrewd and true." But of course I won't be subject to him. ”

The old man leaned over and said gloomily: "Any martial arts in the world are mutually restrictive, and there is a way to crack it." Only the love poison is difficult to solve, as long as you are deeply trapped in it, it is difficult to get rid of it. ”

Zi Ling squeezed his eyes and said tentatively: "Master Sha Jieluo, listening to your tone, your past is unbearable?"

Sha Juluo's face changed, and he feigned anger and said, "You girl, I kindly reminded you, but you have done it to me. ”

Zi Ling said with a smile: "Master, if you tell your painful lesson in detail and show up to explain the law, I can understand your truth." ”

Bingyang stood aside, rolling his eyes, looking like he hated iron but not steel.

Sha Luo didn't pay attention to Bingyang, just groaned for a while, nodded and said, "It's okay." I'll let you completely die of the wind and moon in this world.

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I used to be a purple-clothed catcher in Shuntianfu, Bianliang.

I wander on the edge of life and death and sin all day long, but my heart is not dark because of this.

I was very sunny.

And, I have a very happy home.

At least, I thought so at one point.

My wife, He Jing, is a famous family.

She is beautiful and demure, gentle and kind.

At least, I thought so at one point.

I have a lot of energy, and I put this energy into the cause of eliminating violence and peace.

There is no suspense, my beloved wife, who was naturally left out and ignored.

I didn't mean to snub her, nor did I have a new love.

It's human nature.

Keen to pursue what they haven't gotten yet.

And what you already have will be like a discarded shoe and put in dust somewhere.

But my beloved wife did not resent these loneliness and neglect.

She always waited for me quietly in the place where she was dusted.

At least, I thought so at one point.

However, people's conscience will always awaken unconsciously at a certain moment.

One day, it occurred to me that I hadn't been home in a long time.

Moreover, that day happened to be the birthday of his beloved wife.

So, I pushed away everything I was doing, bought a lot of things He Jing liked, and rushed home, intending to surprise her.

Who knows, it turned out to be a fright.

I found a pair of men's boots in my yard!

Adulterer**, what a cliché story!

Those beautiful and demure, gentle and kind, waiting infatuately, are actually a joke.

I was so angry that my face turned the color of pig liver.

The long sword in my waist was swiped in my hand with a thud. I stared at my beloved wife's door fiercely, only to feel that my blood was surging, and it was difficult for me to think normally.

I just want to make the dog man and woman disappear completely.

So the sword in my hand pierced through the window with a lightning speed, flew into the room, and finally came to rest on the adulterer's chest.

Screams resounded through the courtyard.

He Jing was covered in blood and disheveled, and ran out of the room, looking panicked.

Another scream came from behind me. The maidservant Xiaolian covered her mouth, her eyes were blank and hysterical.

I ignored the screams. I just walked straight into the room.

The adulterer lay on the floor, his stunned expression forever fixed on his face.

In my heart, a sense of happiness rose after the release of hatred.

What followed was the panic after waking up.

As a purple-clothed catcher, I am a law enforcer.

Those who die under my sword are either great traitors or evildoers. Which one is not bloody on his hands and heinous?

This adulterer is indeed despicable, but after all, sin is not unto death.

I abused the death penalty and broke the law.

What's more, the adulterer's face is all too familiar to me.

The son of Shangshu of the Criminal Department, Tang Ling.

Although since the Shang Dynasty, equality has been raised to an unprecedented height.

However, power and background often overshadow equality.

My momentary speed will come at the cost of ruining my future and putting my life at risk.

I don't know if it was frustration, remorse, or fear, I actually sat down on the ground.

He Jing ran towards me and woke me up with a slap.

I'm finally a little annoyed, this **, at this time is still beating me for the adulterer!

I was just about to have a seizure, only to hear He Jing say in a deep voice: "Hurry up!"

I was a little taken aback, but still sat indifferent.

He Jing saw that I didn't react, and was a little anxious: "If you kill someone, you must fill it with your life." If you don't leave at this time, you won't have a chance. ”

I hesitated: "As soon as I leave now, I will die forever." I think I am a loyal martyr in the East, if I am like this, how can I have the face to face my ancestors?"

He Jing said angrily: "Confused! The fate does not exist, and the face is attached?"

Her tone softened: "Today's matter, I can't stand you." If you have lost your life because of this, I will be even more guilty. ”

I sneered: "You still have affection for me, but you are just afraid that you will have too many sins." ”

He Jing's expression froze, and his eyes became cold: "Isn't your indifference and indifference to me a sin?"

I didn't think to argue immediately: "I work day and night, isn't it to give you a life without food and clothing?"

"Hahaha. Unexpectedly, He Jing actually laughed: "Dongfang Zhuo, this is just an excuse for men to be estranged." ”

I was speechless and was struggling to think when suddenly a noise came from the doorway.

Xiaolian ran in in a panic and stammered: "Husband, madam, yes, there are many officers and soldiers at the door, and they are about to rush in." ”

I panicked. How could these officers and soldiers get the news of the murder so quickly?

But I don't have time to think about that.

Because the thing that is full of my mind is that the righteous and awe-inspiring purple clothes catch fast, and they will soon be imprisoned because of the jealousy of the wind and snow. Except to be the talk of the conversation after dinner, I will be useless and have nothing.

I gritted my teeth and turned around and pushed open the back window of the room.

Below the back window, there is a dark street, and there are few pedestrians passing by on weekdays.

As long as I jumped out of the window, I could escape.

But my escape was not free.

I turned my head and looked at He Jing, probably with some nostalgia flashing in my eyes.

Jumping out of this dark window, the once stable home, the demure and beautiful wife, and the decent life will all become a bunch of bubbles.

He Jing was expressionless, and even responded to my reluctance with some indifference.

My heart aches. He could only jump out before the officers and soldiers in the front hall broke down the door.

This is where the days of outlaw begin.

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I used to think that as a law enforcer, I knew everything about criminals.

Now I realize that the world is so different from different perspectives.

Standing in the clouds, looking down on all beings, his eyes are full of bright flowers. And now standing in the quagmire, all I feel is the coldness of the bone.

Clothed in a brown and black cloak, I mingled among the poor, hovering between hunger and cold.

The real dignitaries and nobles regard us as grass mustard at all.

And the little boss with a little power is above the poor, and by dictating to others, he has the illusion that he is a little intoxicated: he is probably also an extraordinary success. The injustices and bullies that they have received on a daily basis are copied by these people to others, to achieve some kind of dark revenge, so that the humble and twisted heart can be balanced.

Those who are as pitiful and pathetic as I am, gritting their teeth in the face of a bad life, and at the same time indulging in cowardice and withdrawal. fantasized that the last moment when he couldn't bear it would come, and a heroic counterattack occurred.

Thankfully, the moment when I couldn't bear it soon came.