At dusk, thousands of birds return to their nests.

Mu Nianci and Mu Yi turned into the alley with spears, two iron halberds and a variety of things for performing arts, stepping on the bluestone slab with heavy footsteps, and ringing in the lonely alley.

The slanting sun elongated the figures of the two of them, falling on their shoulders and staining their cheeks red. Perhaps because the scenes were similar, Mu Nianci suddenly remembered the twilight in autumn. At the invitation of Grandma, they turned into the street, with black tiles, white walls, wine flags, noisy, noisy children, and the boy who was sitting by the window, eating roasted sweet potatoes, and nodding helplessly at Grandma's teaching.

It seems like yesterday, but the distance is already one south and one north.

Mu Nianci sighed slightly, turned his head and looked at the twilight nostalgically, after tomorrow, they will continue to travel north again.

Zhangjiakou, out of Mongolia? I don't know, in short, to the north, because my father believed in him as much as he did, and his family was in the north.

It's just that all the way north, I don't know when it's going to be a head.

I don't know if there will be such a dusk in the north, such an alley, to remind me of him, the man with a chuckle on his face that makes people fascinated.

People are always forgetful, especially the memories that you will never forget.

Shaking his head with a wry smile, Mu Nianci finally glanced at Twilight, and was about to turn his head to keep up with his father's footsteps, but his neck suddenly stopped.

"That's the guy he tricked, it's called Bai Rang, by the way, it's Bai Rang. Mu Nianci's eyes widened, looking at a figure flashing through the alley, and a strong thought rose in his heart, "He came to Beijing, yes, he came to Beijing!"

"Daddy, it's for nothing. Mu Nianci reacted and pointed to the figure and said.

"What white Jean?" Mu Yi had already forgotten about that guy,

Mu Nianci didn't bother to answer him, threw the banner in his hand to the ground, and ran quickly towards the alley.

Alleyway, afterglow.

Cars came and went, but Bai Rang's figure was gone.

"Bai Jean! Bai Jean. Mu Nianci couldn't help but shout, as if he felt that as long as he called him back, he could see that man again.

But it was in vain, and no one answered her, except for a few womanizers who kept looking at her. After screaming a few more times, she pinched her waist and couldn't help but sit on the horse stone next to her.

Mu Yi had also thought of who Bai Rang was at this time, coughed lightly in the breeze, walked up to her, and said softly: "Nianci, are you mistaken?"

Mu Nianci was silent, and after a long time, he wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, stood up, and said with a smile with red eyes: "Maybe." As he spoke, he took the flag and spear from his father's hand.

The two of them walked towards the inn in the alley again, and the setting sun stretched their bodies longer.

"Daddy. When Sunset finally disappeared at the end of the alley, Mu Nianci suddenly spoke.

"Huh?"

"Would it be better for us to stay in Beijing for another day. Mu Nianci looked at the spear in his hand and said cautiously, afraid that what he heard would be a rejection.

Mu Yi was a little unbearable, and his face was a little moved.

"Nian Ci ......," Mu Yi said slowly.

"Daddy, if you stay for another day, just one day. Mu Nianci raised his head and looked at his face bravely, "Even if I give myself an explanation." ”

"Nian Ci. Mu Yi spoke slowly again, "Actually, you can go back." ”

"No, where Daddy is, I'll be there. Mu Nianci shook his head decisively and said.

"Okay. Mu Yi nodded, "We'll stay in Beijing for another day." ”

"Hmm. Mu Nianci chuckled, and asked suspiciously, "Daddy, why don't we go back to Zhongnan Mountain to find Daoist Qiu?"

Mu Yi shook his head and said, "The Seven Sons of Quanzhen are either in retreat or wandering outside, I can't wait, not to mention that we haven't left a message? ”

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Bai Rang stood still, as if he heard someone calling him, and was about to turn his head to check, but when he saw the beggar turn into another alley, he did not investigate carefully, and hurriedly hurried a few steps to follow.

The beggar had already seen Bai Jean following behind, so he didn't stop at his feet, and led him directly to a dilapidated earth temple overgrown with dry artemisia grass. This temple has long since lost its door panels, but has some hay to shield it from the cold wind. After Bai Rang stepped over, there was darkness in front of him, and then he saw some beggars squatting in the corners of the walls around the temple, some of them were beggars with bags, some were ordinary beggars, women and children, old and young.

The beggar waved his hand at him, pointed to the haystack under the wooden seat of the idol in the temple, and shouted, "Here." ”

It was very dimly lit and almost nothing could be seen. Bai Rang paced over, and although he didn't know what the beggar had in mind, he still clung to the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Are you the apprentice of the Seventh Prince?" As he walked up, a voice suddenly came from under his feet.

Bai Rang raised his feet in surprise, and his eyes moved down, only to see an old beggar, half-lying there, with a smell of herbs on his body, but it did not hide another rancid smell.

The light was too dim, and Bai Rang could only see a rough idea, knowing that he was an old beggar, and he was injured, so he didn't pose much threat to himself. He put down the hand holding the hilt of the sword, shook his head slowly, and said, "No, strictly speaking, I am the grandson of the old man of the Seventh Prince." ”

The old beggar looked at the beggar who brought Bai Rang, and when he saw him nodding, he said again: "Well, you were sent by the Seventh Duke to solve the disappearance of the disciples in the gang, right?"

"Not bad. Bai Rang nodded.

The old beggar coughed a few times, and with the help of the beggar next to him, he leaned on the wooden seat of the idol and said, "I know who kidnapped the disciples in the gang. ”

"What?" said Shiraku, stunned.

"Yes, I know. The old beggar nodded breathlessly, like a candle in the wind, in danger of being extinguished at any time, "Elder Luo underreported one thing to the helper, his old man. ”

"What?" asked Bai Rang, crouching down, eagerly.

"There was a man who survived the captivity. The old beggar was sick and was forced to speak slowly.

"Who?"

"Me. ”

"You?" said Bai.

"Not bad. The old beggar nodded slightly, "At that time, I was taken by them and taken to the cave in the back garden of King Zhao's mansion, where there were no less than a hundred corpses of our beggar gang disciples. ”

"So many?" Bai Jean was surprised again, "what are they doing with you?"

The old beggar coughed a few more times, and with the help of the beggar next to him patting his back, he spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and after taking a few breaths, he said slowly: "At first, I didn't know it, but I saw that the deaths of the beggar brothers were very miserable, and it was a hundred times more cruel than the punishment of beheading." The beggar gang disciples who were taken away with us inevitably scolded them, and at the same time, they also emboldened themselves. But the next scene was a hundred times more terrifying than anything I've ever experienced in my life. ”

At this, the old beggar seemed to be surprised, and his body trembled a little. After a long time, he said: "There are two of them, a man and a woman, who call each other thieves and thieves. Of the two of them, the man's legs were crippled, his open chest was covered with a layer of rotten flesh, and his face seemed to have been slashed by a sword. The woman was born with a beautiful face, but she was blind. ”

(Well, what I want to say is that if it is not updated at noon, it must be two shifts in the evening.) ）

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