No moon, no stars.

The insects and birds were silent and hidden. The air is devoid of the earthy fragrance of spring, but mixed with the gloomy and dreary smell of dust. The entire Black Rock Cliff was silent. There was no light in the shop, and there was no fire in the house.

A little black shadow, touching the root of the wall and staggering.

Facing him, a team of patrolling martial artists walked with swords, approached, and saluted: "Xie Daxia!" Xie Junhe nodded expressionlessly in response: "Watch tightly." The sound of the sword was a powerful answer. An imperceptible smile flashed across his face, and he strode toward the courtyard.

Along the way, six or seven teams of swordsmen were ushered in, all of which were exactly the same. I guess there's no tighter defense than that.

Passing by the backyard, Xue Hai and other ladies should have already fallen asleep. It's terribly quiet. Climbing the tower in Chu Mansion and looking into the distance, the whole town is also sleeping peacefully - except for the catchers who are on guard everywhere. The outside of the town is surrounded by flickering dragons—dotted with torches, and the rangers move in unison like an army. Where else is Konoha hiding?

He shook the hilt of the sword in his hand and smiled.

How long had it been since he had really laughed? Maybe it's ten years, maybe it's longer—a pure laugh without hatred, like the last laugh that haunts him in the Beacon Ridge, is an extravagant hope. Ever since he took this sword, his life has been soaked in blood, and he will never be able to leave it again.

He was afraid of seeing Chu Xuehai, and he was afraid that once Chu Xuehai was also contaminated with such a filthy thing. He understood the reason why Chu Tao was guarding this courtyard wholeheartedly - this place was the closest to the rivers and lakes, but the women here had to be the farthest away from the rivers and lakes, and the farther away the better. Because once you get contaminated, you can never escape. Whether you want to or not, you can only let it go with the flow.

He thought of Su Su again, a woman who should not have anything to do with the rivers and lakes. In the first twenty years of his life, if it weren't for that soft light, maybe he would have been like those people in the alley at this moment, and even, he would have sunk into a world even more gloomy than the alley. But he can't find it anymore?

In the courtyard, grab a piece of fresh green and blow a tune out of tune. It doesn't matter if everyone else is sleeping peacefully or not. Only the sound of the leaf whistle can calm him and relieve him of some pain when he recalls the past. It was low, it was clear, but could the woman she hadn't seen for a long time still hear it?

Yes, secretly, hidden in the east wind, as if answering!

The pipa music pierced his heart once more. Su Su's pipa sound is one of the most emotional tunes he has ever heard - in fact, he doesn't know so many rhythms, Chu Tao's piano sound can attract him because of the power in the piano sound, pulling him out of the wine vat and returning to reality. And the plain pipa back then was the only consolation in a desperate situation - when he was beaten half to death, only this pipa could make him forget the pain of his flesh. Pipa, laughing and laughing, warm and harmonious.

It's an illusion, like the hallucination of the night in the Incense Pavilion. Susu ...... He whispered to the night sky, the locked gate creaking. A glimmer of light that frightened him leaked through the cracks and into the fragile corners of his heart.

He smelled the purple ylang ylang scent—another damn Konoha leaf!

The white shadow slipped across the ridge of the roof, leaving behind a snarky laugh. It's not Konoha, but it's similar to Konoha's skills, similar arrogance. Jiang Shaoyun's white-clothed holy envoy is obviously not just Konoha a capable person. The stone in his hand was raised, and it hit the man's ankle, and he instantly fell down the other side of the wall and disappeared.

"Someone!" Xie Junhe ordered loudly.

Immediately a group of guards hurried by.

"Guard Miss's bedroom, be wary of Zi Yilan Ruixiang, they are coming!"

"Coming?" The eight guards were startled, and immediately divided into two groups to guard the front yard and back window of the bedroom.

"No matter what happens, you can't leave your post, I'm going to chase that person. Xie Junhe leaned towards the place where the white shadow disappeared. Konoha, he was about to turn out this person and break the corpse into thousands of pieces. But how could he know about the pipa music and the existence of Su Su? No one on the south bank knew about this matter, not even Chu Tao. Could it be that Konoha would be involved with the North Shore? Could it be that the Qin family had a blood feud with Jiang Shaoyun? He secretly felt that this was the most frightening thing.

But at the corner of the street, a woman in blue and white cloth appeared, dressed in a minimalist costume, holding a pipa, walking slowly in the narrow alley. Such as Su Su back then. But it was just a flash, and he looked back like a shock, and immediately disappeared without a trace.

Is it a trap? Konoha specially set up a game for him? He secretly felt funny, knowing that it was a game, and he had to chase it at the moment. In the middle of the night, the long street without a moon, the dimness of the lanterns cannot dispel the cold of the bluestone slab. He hid in the shadows around every corner, quietly watching her petite figure sway lonely and farther away.

Su Su used to be like this, silently walking through the long streets, walking past restaurants and song shops, leaving his voice there, just for a few poor copper plates. Maybe one day I was bullied, and I had to swallow my anger. In the huge rivers and lakes, the daughter of an ordinary pianist wants to make a living with only that pipa! But what a kind girl is that?

Shadows of the past are projected in the mind, overlapping with the scene in front of you:

In the narrow alley and in the dark, the messy fists and feet around him hit like a torrential rain, and he curled up on the ground, only relying on his arms to protect himself, sneering. But nothing could hide the pain—everyone around him was taller and more powerful than him. He had been surrounded by a circle of strong men who looked like iron hoops. endure until they are swallowed up in a dead silence. In the abyss of despair, he had long since given up struggling. Either starvation, or being beaten to death, it seemed to have been a predestined fate from the day he was born—he was just more willing to be killed, at least, like a person, like a man who had survived. Although no one would notice him in the corner of the alley, even if he was dead and rotten, he was just a mass of garbage by the people who pinched his nose and thrown into a mass grave - he had seen too many scenes since he was born.

Why is it raining? God never has mercy on him—his eyes are wide open, and the sun is dazzling—and wants to kill him in the world.

It wasn't raining, but warm water flowed through the corners of his mouth, unhurriedly, little by little, drop by drop, moistening his parched body. It wasn't raining, but there was a cool stream that gently wiped his wounds, washed away the blood, and doused the pain of the fire. It wasn't raining, but there was a gentle brush on his face, removing the dirt that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time.