“Just do it.”

“—He has this qualification.”

In the distant sky, countless bright lights illuminate, illuminating the flock of crows flying in the sky. The rotten birds smelled the breath of death and were already wandering anxiously above this city.

When the night lights first came, it was a street filled with relaxed and joyful atmosphere, and the crowds were filled with people, but there was a sense of anxiety gradually spreading.

Pedestrians, vendors, children, beggars, and even wild dogs and night cats wandering in the cracks and walls, all smelled the meaning of this turmoil.

From the crowd and deep in the dark alley.

The expressionless figures, either bare hands or something wrapped in cloth, wandered on the streets, wandering, and looked at everyone's faces with cold eyes.

It's like looking for something.

Such eyes were not hideous, but they were full of trembling meanings.

It's like looking for precious goods.

Waiting for sale.

Following the guidance of the black birds in the night sky, those old or young and cold-tempered figures walked in the shadows, passing through the streets and alleys, gradually gathering towards somewhere.

And right in the courtyard, Li Bai raised his pupils and stared at the sky gradually enveloped by clouds.

Retracted his gaze.

Once again, he knocked on Cheng Yaojin's door.

However, no one responded.

It's like a rare lazy person. He has never shown up again since he went to bed in the morning.

"Stop sleeping, Lao Cheng."

Li Bai said loudly: "I'm leaving."

Behind the paper window, it was dark and no one seemed to hear it.

Unmoved.

Only snoring sounds like thunder, and it continues.

"Hey? Don't you bring such a fool, right?"

Li Bai shook his head: "Even if you pretend to be asleep, I won't care."

The snoring fluctuated regularly, as if he was snorting coldly.

He doesn't care.

"Okay, then I'll really leave?"

Li Bai took a step back and then another step, but after walking a long distance, there was no sound in the room behind him, which made his steps pause slightly.

"There's one more thing, I think I have to tell you."

He scratched his head and said seriously, "Actually, I don't like the nickname 'Heavenly Man'."

He has outstanding swordsmanship and elegant style.

Like a man in heaven.

In the past, he was once complacent about it.

But I don’t know when it started, but this title made him feel like he was radiant.

This idea is too much...

Even though it sounds very majestic, in fact, those things are just names and impressions imposed on him by others.

Even if the white crane is soaring above the nine heavens and looking down, it will feel bored and boring.

One day, I will hate those same scenery.

"The sky is so lonely. Lao Cheng, I'm going to the world. It doesn't matter if I'm in trouble or tired."

He thought for a moment and smiled, "Because everything I care about is in the world."

So, thank you for protecting me for so long, and thank you and the Great Elder for your kindness.

But that's not what I want.

I'm leaving.

He waved his hand and said goodbye softly: "Next time, we'll have a bar together."

There was still no response in the bedroom.

Only the continuous snoring was slightly interrupted, and I rolled over impatiently and helplessly, closed my eyes and continued to sleep.

Very annoying.

Go away quickly.

So Li Bai pushed open the gate of the courtyard and walked down the steps.

"Hey, I forgot about your stuff."

Kunlun Mole, who was dozing off in the doorman, poked his head out and threw something wrapped in cloth over, "The thing that the master threw in the kitchen in the morning should be yours, right?"

Li Bai reached out to catch it.

The cloth slid down, revealing the familiar hilt of the sword, swallowing his mouth and reflecting the lights in the distance, refracting copper light.

"Thank you."

Li Bai smiled and raised his hand to say goodbye: "Remember to teach me how to plant flowers, mole, don't forget."

"OK."

Moer held his chin and revealed a line of small white teeth floating in the night, full of wishes: "A good journey, young man!"

The boy turned around and walked into the bustling traffic.

Toward the night sky where crows fly.

Going to the world.

At this moment, the workshop was cleaned up and there was noisy in the hall.

The children were running and playing in the yard, and there were people fighting or crawling on huge mechanic beasts, graffiti in high spirits.

But inside was covered with smoke in the dim light.

The old men sitting in the chairs in the front row were sighing and waiting for the progress of Mr. Lu's condition. Few people went to meet the teacup in front of them. The middle-aged man who had been busy all day was knocking melon seeds, smoking cigarette poles, waiting impatiently, wanting to know what was wasted everyone's time here.

The worries gathered together to talk about the misfortunes and increasingly difficult livelihoods these days, and whether the price of linen and rice would rise again.

The atmosphere is depressing.

After the hall, Xun Qing leaned against the wall and felt a twitching heart.

No matter what, this is probably the last bit of legacy left by Mr. Lu, and he cannot be squandered at will.

After today, there will be no next time.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door in.

What comes to me is the irritability and unhappiness that I have been patient for a long time.

"Where is Duke Daoxuan?" Someone asked loudly: "Didn't he send an invitation and ask us to come?"

"What are you doing now? Ah Gou." The old man sighed sadly: "Do you know that Qingshan has already spoken? Don't cause any more trouble for everyone, okay?"

"It's time to finish early. I'll have to go to work tomorrow. I'll run several miles to come here?"

"My wife was beaten by several people at the pier because she helped you, and she can't get up yet." A woman with red eyes wiped her tears, "How much do you want us to harm?"

The noisy sounds swallowed Xun Qing in an instant like a tide.

Frozen, speechless.

Until a low voice sounded along with the sound of slapping the table.

"Enough!"

The hall was silent for a moment, and everyone turned their heads in shock and saw the old man who had lowered his eyes to recite the Buddha's name, who was the woman Zhu.

The old cook with gray hair looked up, his old face full of seriousness and displeasure: "Can you say something useful besides these?

No matter how much nonsense is, you can’t listen to Xiaoqing finish the matter first!”

For a moment, no one spoke again.

Only Xun Qing felt dizzy under the sight of many people.

"I invite you all today, there is only one thing..."

He took a deep breath and placed a thick stack of registration documents on the table:

"—Please support me, running for the owner."

In the silence, everyone looked at each other.
To be continued...