In the three years of Xuanwu, in the endless desert, desolate and lonely, the wind and sand permeated this desolate and lonely land forgotten by the world all the year round, the world is full of yellow sand, and only a few dead trees seem to be able to add a little insignificant vitality to this land in the desert.

On the edge of the Xuanwu Dynasty, there is such an ancient city, let the wind and sand blow, the tall ancient city wall is still like a guard to guard the creatures in the city. Its body is full of ancient atmosphere, the vicissitudes of time, the war-torn black city wall is still glowing with a penetrating fierce light, like an ancient beast, like a sword that has not yet been fully unsheathed.

Yilan City, such a small border city, seems to condense the entire desert. Groups of marching desert horses sent goods to the city.

When the people of different colors and eyes came to the city, the faces of the people who had been in the dust relaxed and joked with their acquaintances in the city as they shouted and unloaded.

The owner of the horse team here is fighting for the price of slaves in front of the big merchants of the market, and the owner of the horse team who has made good luck makes a cameo appearance to destroy a certain tribe and complete the transaction with the heirlooms he has stolen.

The market is bustling with traffic, and the surrounding stalls are also full of goods, including gold, silver, copper, and iron utensils, all kinds of animal meat hanging on hooks, beautiful blankets with mysterious patterns, all kinds of special fresh fruits, cheese, candy and raisins, and a stack of golden scones that are stacked to make your thumb move.

If you stand in the bazaar and hear cheerful music coming from time to time in the distance, it's the music of the dancing girls in the tavern.

There is everything for those who have money here, and even more so for those who wield power, luxurious and warm dwellings, capable and decent servants, delicious food, and the possibility of bathing in hot water and sleeping in warm beds at night.

Without money and power, then you are a dog, you are not even as good as a dog, you are no different from garbage. The city is also full of such people, poor people who commit crimes and murderers who offer bounties.

In a dark alley, there is a small figure hiding. It was a boy of about twelve years of age, with long black hair obscuring half of his face in order not to be remembered, and a sharp knife clutched in his hand hidden by ill-fitting sleeves.

His name is Song Lanjiang, and only he knows this name, and the people in the city call him by different names.

He was dressed in rags, his face was deliberately smeared to cover his face before going out, and a pair of cold eyes quietly stared at every passerby, staring at their money bags, and staring at the jewelry on women's bodies. Everything of value became the target of his binocular scanning.

Song Lanjiang's stomach was very hungry, very hungry. But he had to wait quietly like a lone wolf, he only had one life, and if he was caught accidentally, he might not be beaten, but probably with the corpse hanging at the city gate.

This will lead to a target in Song Lanjiang's eyes, a fat man around thirty years old, dressed in rich, brown-haired clothes, and he has a beautiful woman with blonde hair.

The fat man followed the glamorous woman to leisurely select gouache in front of a gouache shop, the fat man's eyes were focused on the glamorous woman, and after the glamorous woman picked the satisfactory gouache, the fat man took out the money bag from his arms.

At this time, Song Lanjiang was like a bolt of lightning, rushed over, grabbed the wallet in the fat man's hand and fled, the fat man was startled at first, and then immediately chased after him, while shouting to the city guards.

The passers-by around gave way one after another, and it happened that three patrolling guards were facing Song Lanjiang, and one of the guards hurriedly stepped forward to grab Song Lanjiang.

The guard opened his five fingers, and a big hand aimed at Song Lanjiang's face was a big mouth, and Song Lanjiang was hit by a sudden slap in the eyes of Venus, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"Dare to rob the streets in Yilan City, the little rabbit cub doesn't want to live anymore. The guards laughed fiercely, and the two guards around him also intervened to watch the show.

Song Lanjiang lowered his head and pretended to cry, and just when the guard was triumphant, he did not hesitate to stab the knife that had been hidden in the sleeve of his left hand into the guard's thigh, and slipped down to open the wound, while pulling out the knife.

The guard only felt a sharp pain in his leg, and hurriedly let go of Song Lanjiang in his hand, and he touched his thigh with his hand, and his hand was full of blood.

The guard gritted his teeth, he drew his saber and wanted to kill this little rabbit cub, but now where is the shadow of Song Lanjiang, he took the opportunity to run away early.

There are dark alleys in the city, small puddles of sewage that are covered with rags of unclear colors, tattered leather, and rotten flesh and bones of unknown nature, and all kinds of filth floating and sinking.

Song Lanjiang panted and turned into the alley, and without hesitation, he lay down in the sewage puddle, and waited for a full half of the incense to make sure that no one was chasing him, and then he stood up and wiped the blood-stained knife with his dirty clothes, and then tied a strip of cloth to his left forearm.

Song Lanjiang was lucky, if it wasn't the guards who stopped him today, but the Yilan City tribal warriors grabbed him, and he injured people with a knife, then Song Lanjiang would have died.

Song Lanjiang gently opened the heavy money bag by the moonlight, and there were three gold coins in the money bag, which read "Qiankun Xuanwu".

Song Lanjiang squeezed his fist hatefully, this is a Xuanwu gold coin, three can buy a glamorous dancing girl or buy twenty good sheep, but the use of Xuanwu gold coins is to be registered, not a person like him can use it, Song Lanjiang wants to use it is to tell everyone that he robbed it, come and catch it.

"Cheap old Mo, I hope that the greedy old Mo can exchange it for three months of scones. Song Lanjiang thought about it, and at the same time, the picture of Lao Mo being greedy for money every time came to his mind.

Stomach, even more hungry, Song Lanjiang remembered that Lao Mo had been out of the city for three days to come back, and he still had to solve the current survival.

Song Lanjiang put away the gold coins closely, tore the money bag hard, threw away the rags separately, and after resting for a while, he began to look for a new target again.

Song Lanjiang, who has no father and no mother, understood that without money in this world as early as when he was sensible, he could not fill his stomach. And to survive, in addition to your actions being fast enough, you must also be ruthless enough to be ready to kill and be killed at any time.

Song Lanjiang's knife was an iron piece from the blacksmith shop that Song Lanjiang stole when he was seven years old to make horseshoes, and slowly hammered it with a stone, and then sharpened out the blade and blood groove one by one. So far, this knife has been stained with the blood of countless people. There were those who fought with him for food, there were traffickers who wanted to capture him, and there was the blood of the guards.

Song Lanjiang patted the knife tied to his forearm, and the hardness that came out of the feedback made him feel the only sense of security.

Time passed quickly, the sun was slowly setting, dusk was just here, Song Lanjiang did not find a suitable target, in fact, Song Lanjiang knew that it was very dangerous to do it again in such a dense way.

The gates were closed, the warriors on the walls began to enter the city, and the guards patrolling the streets and alleys gradually increased.

Song Lanjiang saw a thief who stole a money bag not far away, and was caught by a group of guards, and the guards pulled out a knife on the spot and cut off one of the thief's hands.

Song Lanjiang has always warned himself since he was a child that in order to survive, he must be calm, patient, careful, and ruthless, there is only one life, and no matter how much preparation he makes, it is not too much.

It was already completely dark, the temperature difference outside the plug was too great, and the cold wind was already blowing.

Song Lanjiang saw that there were more and more guards patrolling the road at this time, and he felt that he was afraid that there would be no harvest today, such a cold night, hungry, and probably die in his sleep tomorrow.

Song Lanjiang moved his body slightly and violently, and then took advantage of the night to sneak out of the alley, and quickly turned a corner and walked to the other side of the street.

The pancake shops on the street are still closed, and the golden brown and fragrant scones made of wheat keep the temperature on the large stove, giving off an enticing smell.

The owner of the pancake shop is handing four scones to a customer.

"We have bread made of new wheat, and when we have eaten it, the guests will come. The owner took the money from the guest and said.

Song Lanjiang leaned down against the wall and quietly followed behind the guest, casually trying to take out the knife on his body, and after thinking about it, he still picked up a big stone from the ground.

Song Lanjiang's eyes were firmly fixed on the person holding a piece of scone, and he unexpectedly continued to follow quietly in the other party's field of vision. The cold wind blew even harder, and the wind penetrated through the gaps in the clothes, like a needle pricking flesh. The man tightened the sheepskin jacket on his body, walked a few steps to look at the street corner to avoid the wind, tore off a piece of scone and ate it deliciously, it was so fragrant.

Watching the other party eat scones, Song Lanjiang's eyes were full of joy, and he grabbed the big stone in his hand hard.

After a while, after the two of them walked to an alley where there were no people, Song Lanjiang suddenly activated his speed, rushed over and raised the stone in his hand, and smashed it into the back of the man's head.

"Oops," the man in front of him shouted, and he also lay down on the ground, spilling all the scones in his hands.

Song Lanjiang threw a stone and turned his head to rush to the side of the scones, picked up all the scones on the ground twice, thought for a moment, threw back two more scones, and then ran out of the alley as if flying.

Song Lanjiang grabbed the scones covered with dirt and hid in even darker alleys.

Song Lanjiang didn't dare to listen to the movement outside the alley, and after a long time to make sure that the person was not chasing, Song Lanjiang sat on the ground with a sigh of relief.

Today can live again, late night is very accustomed to Song Lanjiang, and the night makes him feel safe.

Song sat down behind a pile of garbage in the depths of the alley. It's dark, dirty, and smelly, so it's a guarantee that no one will come here and disturb him to enjoy his food.

The scones have been frozen and hard, Song Lanjiang doesn't mind this, he is now planning in his mind, how to eat the two scones reasonably, so that he can last until Lao Mo returns to the city.

Song Lanjiang swallowed his saliva and moistened his throat, and he was about to bite into the scones with a very sense of ceremony.