When the night falls, the earth returns to silence.

Below Chang'an, a distant low roar came from the deep transmission layer, and a vast echo spread. A ghostly whale sang in the dark.

Just like the breath of this city of organs.

In the rare darkness, only red-eyed mechanic puppets and homeless souls staggered and wandered.

Between the cracks between countless huge mechanisms, a thread of sky light fell from the sky. The dim moonlight illuminated the low bed in front of Lu Daoxuan and also illuminated the outline covered by the white cloth.

Covered by the ice, the sleeping boy still maintained his last appearance, his mouth slightly curled up, as if he was smiling.

So quiet.

During the long silence, Lu Daoxuan stared at Li Xiang's face quietly.

He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch something, but his palm was stiff in the air and there was no strength to move forward.

Hover in mid-air.

It seemed as if I wanted to hold the moonlight tightly, but I couldn't recover that afterglow.

After a long time, it slowly retracted.

"Have you found a good place?" Ji Xianke asked, "I still have a piece of land in my hometown, with beautiful mountains and rivers. Don't worry about anyone disturbing me. It's just right for a long sleep."

"You decide."

Lu Daoxuan lowered his eyes and said softly: "There are no places for homeless people to go back. It's also good to have a better place to go."

Ji Xianke nodded, thought for a while, and suddenly said, "Xun Qing probably isn't dead. Well, someone saw him in the ghost market, and I don't know what he was doing."

"It's just a dog that is lost, so don't pay attention to it." Lu Daoxuan said coldly, "It's no difference between living and dying."

Ji Xianke asked: "Aren't you worried that he will have a bad thing?"

"He is like his teacher, protected by others. He doesn't know how terrible the wind and rain outside are. From childhood to adulthood, he has been naive and indifferent. But he doesn't know that with such childish thoughts, he will only freeze to death in winter."

Lu Daoxuan shook his head indifferently, "If he still wants to seek death, let him do it."

In the silence, Ji Xianke suddenly laughed.

He didn't care about Lu Daoxuan's cold gaze, lowered his head and sucked the strong wine in the pot, and sighed: "Actually you didn't want to kill him, right?

You think he is still like the past, like a child, and you will be willing to be obedient when you beat him up and scare him.

But when the child grows up, it will be difficult for parents to do it. With their own ideas and plans, they will start to be tough and make people unable to start."

He paused for a moment and murmured softly: "When you find that his wings are hard, it will be too late."

"Have you ever had a child?" Lu Daoxuan asked.

"There was one before meeting you, the boss."

Ji Xianke shook his head: "I have another wife who has a good relationship and occasionally quarrels. When I get angry, I will make trouble to go back to my parents' home, but as long as I coax her, she will no longer care about it.

Thinking about it now, she was really the best woman in the world. She cried once except when I was about to teach my child to learn swords. Later, after I sent my child to a private school, I never cried.

Until she and my child were killed by me, she never shed tears…”

He paused for a moment, recalling the house ignited by the fire in the wind and snow, and the sounds of passing away, and sighed with a self-deprecating sigh: "I really regret it."

"That's because you're not strong enough." Lu Daoxuan said: "If you're strong enough, you won't lose anything."

"Maybe, no matter how strong a person is, he will occasionally think of a peaceful life of carrying his children home for supper."

Ji Xianke thought for a while and suddenly asked, "Do you regret it, boss?"

As if he was drunk, the slutty swordsman came over and made a sudden suggestion, but he didn't know if it was a joke or a drunken word: "Why don't we run away?"

It is quite easy to buy a house in my hometown. It is green mountains and clear waters, suitable for elderly care. You can fish when you are idle. When you die of old age, I can bury you and Lixiang together."

"If you give up now, it's still time to do it."

He said, "With me here, no one can touch you."

“It sounds really good.”

Lu Daoxuan thought for a moment, as if he was fascinated: "But, it's not a life that people like me can adapt to.

After being a young man, Wu You, who has been for so long, has washed his hands, forgotten everything, pretended that nothing had happened, and has had nightmares after such a peaceful and peaceful life."

"So many people are dead," he said.

Because of yourself, or because of others.

For revenge, for liberation, or for money, for more...

After walking in the quagmire of darkness for too long, I have long forgotten the life under the sun.

"I won't leave, Cyclops."

Lu Daoxuan whispered softly: "If there is retribution, let retribution come to me. Even if it is failure, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter whether it is creating a beautiful world or hell.

I won't regret it, nor will I stop. Otherwise, their sacrifice will be meaningless."

He lowered his eyes, and finally glanced at the sleeping boy in the ice, and said goodbye softly.

Then, turn around and leave.

Under the gradually dimming light of the sky, Ji Xianke held his head up and drank the remaining wine in the pot.

"Then let's go, boss."

He closed his eyes and sighed calmly: "Let's go to hell together."

In the deepest part of the darkness, the mechanism roared.

Countless red moo's puppets and evildoers slowly moved forward, as if pulling a rope, carrying fourteen years of pain and despair, and wanted to completely ignite the world!

It was not until dusk that Li Bai woke up from his long dream.

Lifting his eyes and seeing Yuan Fang behind the prison door, the boy glanced at him helplessly: "How can you sleep so much? Every day, you ate, and you ate..."

"Then what should I do? I am so despaired and at a loss?"

Li Bai shook his head: "I have said everything I should say. But even if the evidence is in front of me, I'm afraid some people are unwilling to believe it, let alone a few words from me?

What is the question of the world? It’s better to lie high and eat more.”

"It sounds good, you wrote it?"

"No, listen to others' actions." Li Bai shook his head, "If it were me, I should say that I should drink."

"I brought you wine."

Yuan Fang raised the pot in his hand, "Mr. Di invites you. You are leaving tomorrow."

“Where to go?”

"Tianzhu? Or some secret place." The young man sighed: "The Ministry of Justice will not give up, you must be prepared."

"Um."

Li Bai nodded, but seemed to have no concern. He just looked at the sky outside the iron window. Under the brilliant sunset, a brilliant light lit up in the sky.

“It’s so lively outside.”

"Yes, the flower boat has risen."

Yuan Fang replied: "The new market will be completed tomorrow, and everyone is celebrating. The streets are full of children, and the younger brothers and sisters at home are also clamoring to go out to play. It's a pity that Dali Temple has never been faked to be released."

"I just had a dream."

Li Bai said, "I dreamed that many people were crying. When I flew in the sky, I couldn't hear such a sound, but when I came to the earth, I felt that there was nowhere to stay.

I want to talk to them, but I can't catch up with them."

Close your eyes and still hear their whine, those calls and calls and calls for help that were silent in the darkness.

But it was too late. Fourteen years ago, Li Bai was still a real child, not a man from heaven, and he was not a man from heaven. However, the evil deeds and tragedies in the world never changed any changes because of whether a hero was born.

Yuan Fang didn't say anything, just sat cross-legged on the ground.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Li Bai - the swordsman with a high spirit at that time was completely different from now.

He no longer treats himself as a child, no longer treats others with such sharp words, and will not complain even without alcohol. Even if there is no oil or water in Dali Temple, he can still enjoy it...

Only such a bright look has never changed at all.

Li Bai reached over and said, "Give me a sip?" Yuan Fang was about to refuse, but Li Bai smiled and said, "I forgot that with your age, it's not enough."

It was a hasty thing, and this guy still hated it as before. Yuan Fang shook his ears and woke up for a while.

Li Bai didn't say anything.

As if he was in a daze, he stared at the sky outside the iron window and drank quietly.

Such a quiet expression cannot be said to be sad or happy, just like a bird looking at its own field, but the sky is empty.

Only loneliness.

"I hate eating sour things."

Li Bai suddenly said, "I don't like others to be generous in front of me, and never allow others to pay for it. It feels like accepting other people's alms.
To be continued...