The seventh rule of the male god

——In this world, the only constant is change.

The night in Lecheng always comes slowly, and it doesn't come earlier until winter.But the night is still brightly lit, and it is not until the night is extremely dark that it gradually calms down.

Sulara——

In the dark night, a few birds flew across the sky, their wings made a sound through the branches, and the shadows of the trees were shaken, which startled the night, and then quickly fell silent, as if it was just a sound in the sky, and there was only the sound of a watchman in the night.

The watchman was an old man in his fifties, wrapped in an old and torn cotton coat.

This is what is meant by the so-called three years of new, three years of old, and three years of mending.

He lives in a thatched hut in the south of the city. His family has been watchmen for generations and has been passed down from generation to generation. Baby, the old man was kind-hearted and lonely all his life, so he took him in.

It was also such a night when I picked up the child.

The old man thought of the child, so he quickened his pace unconsciously. It was a bit cold tonight, so he had to go back quickly. The child would suffer if he caught the cold. The old man covered the sugar and oil cake in his clothes, and his face was deeply wrinkled when he smiled. The child brought his favorite snacks.

The old man raised his voice, and called out the dull sound of the clapper being beaten——

"It's dry, be careful with candles..."

The sound gradually faded away, only the lingering sound of the beating watch lingering, seemingly almost nothing, a girl in a light yellow dress sneaked through the pavilions and waterside pavilions of the mansion, bypassing the rockery and strange rocks in the garden.

The girl has some knowledge in martial arts, plus she is very familiar with the mansion, she stretched out her head to look around, her footsteps were very light, and she slipped out after a while.

The old man in the distance stopped, put down the clapper in his hand, carefully took out the sugar and oil cakes from his arms, unrolled the oil paper tremblingly, and looked at the three sugar oil cakes lying in the oil paper under the pale moonlight, because Putting it on the chest, there was still some residual warmth, but the old man's chest was hot red.

The old man's loving eyes fell on the sugar oil cake, as if looking at his own young child, his cloudy eyes were bent, and he smiled foolishly.

After looking at it for a while, he began to fold the oil paper with trembling hands again. It cost him three pennies. This sugar oil cake is very precious. Today is the third year he has picked up the child, and it is almost the child's third birthday.

Well, I want to give my child a better birthday.

"Shh-"

A slight voice sounded, like a pebble causing ripples, just for a moment, there was a sharp and indifferent knife light under the moonlight, and there was a trace of blood.

The old man opened his eyes wide, and fell to the ground stiffly and silently. The oiled paper fell from his palm and fell on the ground. Three sugar and oil cakes rolled on the ground several times. The oily light was stained with dust, and there was only a bloodstain on the old man's neck.

There was still a hint of joy in his cloudy eyes that he was about to see the child.

The wind blew again.

The girl walked fast all the way, trotting occasionally, and finally a gray figure appeared in her eyes, which seemed to be a scholar, and she ran over excitedly.

When the scholar saw her, his eyes lit up, and he said anxiously: "Why is Miss going on a hunger strike? How are you doing these days? Why don't you see me?"

"Mr. Yang, don't worry. It was the master who knew about my young lady and young master's friendship. He insisted on forcing the young lady to marry the young master Mo in the east of the city, and restrained the young lady. My young lady refused, so let me ask. Young Master, after three days, the flowers will bloom in Moon Lake, can Young Master wish to accompany you all over the world?"

The scholar was startled, he was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became firm, "As long as you are with Miss, I will..."

Before the words fell, there was a sharp wind, and the girl only saw a flash of knife light, and a bloodstain on the neck of the gray-clothed scholar, and she fell to the ground.

fear.

The girl took a step back in horror, her face was pale, she subconsciously opened her mouth to let out a scream, but before she could react, there was another light in front of her eyes, and when she fell to the ground, she saw the graceful jaw and the corners of her gorgeous mouth. The thin cool arc of the bend.

An exceptionally beautiful smile.

Yuecheng gradually woke up from the haze, and screams of horror pierced the tranquility of the morning.

In a dilapidated thatched hut in the south of the city, the three-year-old child never came back to his grandfather.In an exquisite boudoir in Lecheng, the beautiful girl who watched obsessively, never waited for the promise of the end of the world.

"Hey, have you heard? Three people died last night, an old man, a scholar and a pretty girl. What a pity."

"Cut, fuck, who doesn't know this? These three people haven't done any evil, they are really innocent, and I don't know who did it."

"I heard that that person is a powerful character who seals his throat with a knife. I don't know when such a character appeared in the Jianghu."

"Shh, keep your voice down, if someone with a heart overhears you, you will suffer..."

The last man who spoke lowered his voice, glared at the young man who said the word "sinful", and looked around cautiously. Only then did the other three realize that they also looked around cautiously, and stopped talking.

After all, in Jianghu, the most valuable thing is life, and the least valuable thing is life.

"You said that there has been no news about Jiang Yunsui in the past half a year. Could it be that the thief of Jiang has washed his hands in a golden basin?" One of them couldn't bear the silence and changed the topic.

"How is it possible? If I had the ability to be empty-handed, a fool would retreat into the world..."

On the second floor sat a mysterious man in a black cloak. He held out his hand for the cup of tea and took a sip. With his movements, his red lips were slightly exposed.

Some innocent people died?It's interesting.

Putting down a piece of silver, he got up and went downstairs. He walked down the stairs step by step without making any sound. The perfect figure covered by the black robe loomed with his movements, which made people imagine.

When passing by those four people, he paused slightly, causing people to choke, and there seemed to be a slight smile in his tone, "I don't like being gossiped by people, and it's a pity, I'm not a pure and kind person."

As soon as the words fell, a bloody light flashed across the hearts of the four people. Before the four people could react, they fell down on the wine table with a "bang", blood spattered and spilled into the wine glasses on one side.

Rivers and lakes, the long-lost feeling.

The Jianghu people in the inn unconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands. A pampered lady on the second floor saw this scene and screamed in fright.

The voice made the man in black a little dissatisfied, and he looked up coldly.

Just at this moment, the wind blows his black cloak, and the captivating crimson light is flowing from the bottom of the phoenix eyes. Such a gaze is like a poisonous snake staring at you, making people shudder, and scaring the young lady so much that she dare not move. , Shengsheng stopped screaming.

"She's a beauty, but she's too ugly." The black-robed man commented helplessly. He lifted the black cloak to reveal his handsome face, then glanced at everyone present, and said with a smile: " I have been away for half a year, and the world is still the same, but some people have become bolder."

——I have been away for half a year, and the world is still the same, but some people have become bolder.

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

With the aura of a king in the world, he told this eternally cruel and passionate arena that he, Jiang Yunsui, was back.

Yun Changfeng bent down to pick up a few sheets of paper that were blown to the ground by the wind. These were the characters he taught Jiang Yun to practice. The two handwriting complemented each other, and the fonts became more and more similar. Yun Changfeng didn't even glance at them. With a wave of his hand, he threw the paper from the window lattice into the lake.

Immediately turned around and looked at the empty bamboo building.

Half a year, but a snap of the fingers, will never leave anything in his heart.

Thin sheets of paper were blown up by the wind and fell into the lake.

Yun Changfeng used thin strips of bamboo to prop up the window lattice, and opened the window again.

Tiance, Lecheng, Biyang.

His white fingers slid across the words, tomorrow, he should go to the young owner of Wangchen Valley.

The Exorcism Heart Sutra flowed slowly on the floor, and the dark red pattern seemed to be alive, reflecting his innocent and mournful face.

The next day, Yun Changfeng stepped on the water level, skimmed the lake lightly, and came to the other side of the lake in a blink of an eye. Yun Changfeng walked straight forward, and his vision gradually widened.

It is foggy all the year round in the valley, and the surrounding dense bamboo trees are thick with mist. Forgotten Valley is like spring all the year round, with peach blossoms always blooming, but it is already early winter outside the valley.