The capital is no better than other places, and if you want to live here for a long time, you still hesitate a little. He knew that Lin'an was very diligent in checking the residents, and he knew who was new when the neighbors asked, and his identity was obviously a little unclear - so at least in the first few months, it was better to stay out of the limelight and live in isolation.www.biquge.info

To the east of the lake is a town where most of the residents live, while the other three sides are surrounded by mountains and forests, and the residence is not dense. Out of those fragmented childhood memories, he decided to build a simple hut in the bamboo forest to live temporarily. Where to go next, he didn't think about it, anyway-

He sat down, opened his backpack, and looked at the thick wad of silver tickets.

The money earned in the past fifteen years is probably not earned by ordinary people in a lifetime.

Ling Li is not a person who can endure loneliness, but he forced himself to live in the bamboo forest for a while, and he really had nothing else to do, so he could only slowly make furniture to kill time, and finally transformed the shed into a decent hut. The season is not good at the moment, winter is approaching, and there is almost nothing around. The vicinity of Lin'an Mansion is still quite rich, and Ling Li sometimes goes out to walk around, passing by the farmer's house, and buys some grain to come back, but the downtown is never going to go.

He's counting the days. I just hope that the rumors about myself will fade with time, and when I appear in the city with a local accent a few months later, it will not cause any associations.

He couldn't believe that these two months had passed, because there had never been such a quiet and boring two months. Sometimes he was almost completely sure that the people of the world should have forgotten about him.

So today he was finally going to the market to find out some news, by the way, the weather was too cold, he thought, I must have a pot of wine to protect from the cold.

When he was about to go out, he suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something very important.

Sword. That's right. Sword. I've got to take it with me.

This made him feel very bad. For the first time, he felt that the sword was a drag on him—something that prevented him from living the life he wanted to live. Or rather, it was something that made him know his own heart.

Sure enough, there are some things I can't let go.

When he went out again, his left and right eyelids throbbed violently at the same time. He stood steeply, wondering if it was an illusion, but the beating was fleeting, and never again.

The fifth day of the 17th lunar month in Shaoxing - many years later, he will still remember this day.