People with ugly faces and dark minds walked quietly in the cold night rain.
He was just released from prison today.
Jing Zhaoyin from the false capital felt a headache when he saw him.
How could there be such a person?
Not to mention how ugly he is, he also has a bad mind.
Stealing other people's buns and peeing in the rest.
No one knows where this person came from, as if he suddenly emerged from a nook and cranny or crawled out of a smelly ditch.
In April this year, he raped a girl from the north.
Jing Zhaoyin, who is nearly sixty years old, feels pity when he thinks of that girl.
How could such a delicate and weak girl be ruined?
Everyone in the fake capital wanted this person who didn't even have a name to die.
Even when he was in prison, many people sneaked into the prison and tried to strangle him to death.
It is said that he did not resist at that time, but opened his hands obediently and allowed the man to strangle his neck.
As for why he didn't die.
Because Jing Zhaoyin came in a hurry with his people and rescued him.
Jing Zhaoyin worked diligently and maintained the security of the false capital for more than thirty years, and then ruined his reputation for a lifetime on this matter.
But he didn't feel pity.
Just fear.
It's like he is standing in the rain holding an umbrella. The October rain is very chilly, but this old man is constantly wiping his sweat.
That figure was walking in a certain direction in the false capital in the night with his hands hanging in the rain.
Just like in April, when Jing Zhaoyin decided to deal with him emphatically because of public opinion, a woman wearing an ancient black dress came from that direction.
Even if the person who came that time was His Majesty the Emperor in the fake capital.
He thought of the frail girl in a blue and white skirt, and he would not forgive this weird person.
Everyone knows that His Majesty the Emperor is just a puppet with no real power.
There is only one majesty in the world, and that is the one from Huaian.
But unfortunately, it was not him who came that night.
But the woman in the black dress.
The whole world knew about the battle in Nanyi City.
The goddess has returned to the human world.
So Huangliang, who had been surrendered for thousands of years, was once again separated from Huai'an.
And Jing Zhaoyin, who has been busy in the holidays for thirty years, is also separated from the people's hearts.
After that night, Jing Zhaoyin also became a man under the umbrella.
Because when you go out, people throw dirty things at you.
He didn't even want to mention his name anymore.
So it was Jing Zhaoyin who was just hiding under the umbrella, colluding with the darkness.
The figure gradually went away.
So Jing Zhaoyin skillfully lowered the umbrella, and those people hiding in the night poured a lot of filth on the old man wantonly.
The skinny arms were exposed with curved veins, and they held the umbrella as hard as they could, but a lot of dirt still poured in from outside the umbrella.
Jing Zhaoyin stood on the rainy road, his head covered with sweat.
But it's not hard, nor is it afraid of the filth.
He just looked under the low edge of the umbrella and watched the figure go away in silence from a distance.
Why is such an ugly and dirty person in the false capital?
Is this a test for the world by the goddess?
Jing Zhaoyin was extremely frightened.
The filth kept pouring on him. Someone threw a tile, which cut open the umbrella and cut the old man's cheek.
So he finally put down those fears temporarily, put down the umbrella, and turned his head to look at the darkness on the street corners.
An old but powerful man asked in a cold voice: "Is that enough?"
The streets fell silent.
There was the sound of bricks falling to the ground, and then the sound of people running away.
Jing Zhaoyin stood quietly in the early winter night rain with a dirty look on his face, thinking calmly.
You see, this is what people do in the dark.
He did nothing.
They fled in despair in the night.
...
There seems to be a sad and melodious song in the palace walls at night.
The melody is ancient and soft, and so is the person singing it.
It would be difficult for people wandering in the night to hear the pronunciation of how many years ago it was.
So I just stared blankly and sadly at the cold night rain on this ancient land.
The man with the ugly face quietly stood in the rain with his hands lowered, standing in front of the palace road and listening.
——
If someone comes to the mountains, he will be taken away by Xili and his daughter.
It's easy to smile at the same time, and I admire you for being so graceful and graceful.
Riding on a red leopard, we followed Wenli, and Xinyi's chariot came to form a laurel flag.
Being led by Shi Lanxi, Du Heng was taken away, and his thoughts were left behind by the fragrant and fragrant flowers.
——
The ugly-looking man lowered his head and lowered his hands, listening quietly.
The woman hummed softly, her voice quiet and sad.
It's like looking into the distance and thinking about it, like being resentful and never returning.
——
The rest of the place is dark and dark, and the sky is nowhere to be seen. The road is dangerous and difficult, so I have to come later.
The appearance is independent on the mountain, and the clouds are below.
The sky is dim, the day is dark, and the east wind is carrying the rain of gods.
If you stay in spiritual cultivation, you will forget to return home. When the age is over, who will be the most beautiful one?
——
The three beautiful things are collected in the mountains, and the rocks are covered with vines and vines.
I resent the young master and forget to return home. You miss me and have no time to spare.
The people in the mountains are fragrant, and they drink from stone springs and are shaded by pines and cypresses.
You are thinking about me, but you are suspicious, thunder is filling the rain, and the squid is chirping at night.
The wind is rustling and the trees are rustling. I miss the young master but I am worried about leaving.
.......
The world is in turmoil.
The ugly and dirty man who was hated by the entire holiday city finally left the palace road, and in the midst of the mournful singing, headed towards the cold, independent and broken palace in the rain in front of him.
When he walked through the damaged stone steps that no one had stepped on for thousands of years, and stood in front of the palace, he finally saw the man in a black dress, holding an umbrella and sitting on the eaves in front of the palace. woman.
She is the goddess of Wushan.
Also a mountain ghost.
The one handed down from ancient Chu has been sung.
But the woman in the black dress was still humming softly under the umbrella.
Everything is sad and sad.
It's just that the woman's originally bare feet were wearing a pair of very clumsy little shoes and exposed floral socks.
So the pair of floral socks swayed quietly in the night rain.
The ugly-faced gaze lingered on the pair of floral socks for a long time.
He had seen a similar pair before.
In the midst of a certain sinking struggle.
So he lowered his head silently and looked at the main entrance of the palace that had been abandoned many years ago.
The door is red and dilapidated, and those complicated and old colorful totems have already lost their original colors over thousands of years.
In the midst of all the damage.
There is a sword stuck in it.
This ugly man once knew it.
It's called Lingtai.
It was once a sword on a high cliff in the East China Sea.
In April, through the wind and snow, I nailed that door.
The humming sound above the eaves finally gradually subsided in the rain.
Yao Ji lowered her head and looked at the person below quietly.
He once had a long conversation with her by the River Styx.
——If you were born ugly and lived a despicable life, with no thoughts and evil deeds, living in filth that would be rejected by the world itself, would you still feel beautiful when you looked up at the world?
This is what Yao Ji thinks and does.
So Liu Sanyue, who once lived a happy life in Huaian and loved the world, climbed out of the gutter of the false capital.
He is no longer a cultivator, but just a worldly person, or in other words, a person spurned by the world.
He is crazy, his thoughts are ugly, he is like a wandering soul, walking on the streets of the fake city with a stench all over his body.
He wants to live, but the world despises him, so he can only steal, so he wants to take revenge on the world with resentment.
So sinking into such ugliness, all resentment will only bring more evil consequences.
Everyone wanted him dead.
But no one has accomplished that.
So it was like falling into a quagmire, falling, drowning, and sinking. Only through constant struggle can he stick out his ugly head and breathe for a moment of clarity in the darkness.
That moment of clarity was when Liu Sanyue walked across the long street and walked to the ancient, dilapidated corner of the Chu Palace.
"In the eyes of the world, you have died thousands of times, Liu Sanyue."
Liu Sanyue lowered his head and looked at his own image reflected in the puddles on the worn stone slabs beneath his feet.
You are so twisted, you are so sinful.
Are you still Liu Sanyue?
You are just a dirty monster pieced together by the will of the superiors!
But Liu Sanyue raised his head, looked at Yao Ji with that twisted smile, and said softly: "What they want to die is not Liu Sanyue, but your dark imagination, the goddess."
Yao Ji said calmly: "Whether it is Liu Sanyue or not, it doesn't matter."
Liu Sanyue fell silent and said softly: "Yes."
Of course it wasn't Liu Sanyue.
But the twisted man crawling out of the gutter at night.
But this is exactly what that conversation by the River Styx was meant to prove.
"Look, if you are such a person, you live in the world, you hate everything and are hated by everything, can you still talk about the beauty of the world like you did before?"
Liu Sanyue lowered his head and was silent for a long time, and then smiled softly. The smile was very ugly, very frightening, and seemed to have an unknown irony. He smiled for a long time, and then said calmly: "Then, may I ask, Lord Goddess, what is it?" What kind of god would treat her people so cruelly?"
Yao Ji said softly: "Do you think everything you have experienced is a gift from me?"
Liu Sanyue said calmly: "Yes, you made my mind wander, made my will disappear, made my soul sleep, and made me lose all humanity. You created such a wrong Liu Sanyue to prove that you What you insist on - so even if I, Liu Sanyue, really deserve death, I still think you are wrong."
The word 'you' sounds extremely sarcastic.
Yao Ji didn't say anything else, she just walked down from the eaves in Ye Yu, turning her back to Liu Sanyue and quietly looking at the sword nailed to the door of King Chu's palace.
The night rain is cold and cold, and the night snow in the south will have to wait for a long time.
It will be next year after the snowfall.
"But what I have shaped is what I have seen in the human world, Liu Sanyue." Yao Ji said softly. "next year."
"Wait until next year, but those beliefs representing gods and ghosts will be re-established in the world."
Yao Ji looked back at Liu Sanyue, her expression calm but gentle.
"Take a good look at the human world again."
"Look at the distance between the beauty you sing and the reality."
Liu Sanyue looked at Yao Ji quietly for a long time, and then said calmly: "Okay."
Then he turned around and walked into the night rain.
Today's moment is over.
So Liu Sanyue once again fell into a painful struggle.
It's like this every day.
He had a moment of clarity to sit in the corner, sit in the corner, sit in the darkness and all the filth, to face all the sins of daily degradation.
But depravity does not possess the word sin.
Only when you are sober.
So all kinds of pain.
All in the moment of waking up.
...
In all the darkness, there will always be something that briefly opens its eyes, looks at the world, and speaks softly.
My name is Liu Sanyue.
...
Huang Liang's companion, His Majesty the Emperor, is a middle-aged man who spends his days drinking and enjoying himself in Yingfeng Tower. He doesn't care about worldly affairs and cannot care about worldly affairs.
When the wind blows in the world, he will say that the wind is good.
When it rains in the world, he will say it rains well.
When nothing happened in the world, he said nothing and just sat in the Yingfeng Building in the Palace of False Capital.
Like his ancestors, he would have everything comfortably, live his whole life happily, and then die - except for the only and last empress of Huangliang who was a long time ago when the world was not yet unified. .
Of course, sometimes his ancestors would not die peacefully.
For example, it is clear that they have no idea, but somewhere in Huangliang someone is causing trouble and raising a flag of rebellion.
So Huaian's people killed him and replaced him with his son.
So from generation to generation, they have learned a good word.
No matter what others do, they must say yes.
Whether it's windy or rainy, even if nothing happens, they don't say anything - but the world knows that the good words in their hearts speak louder than anyone else.
So when Yao Ji came to False Capital for the first time, in April, and stood on the Yingfeng Tower, he was right.
The north got some news and gathered all the southern troops south of Fengqiling. He also did not forget to ask someone to climb over from the Youhuang Mountains and write a good word to those in Huaidu.
Anyway, everything is fine.
Nothing bad.
Just prove to the world that you have no other ideas.
Everything is the best.
So when he dragged his body, which was a little fat from drinking and enjoying himself all day long, and holding an umbrella, he came to the palace of the King of Chu.
When looking at Yao Ji standing quietly with a sword at the palace gate, she also clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Okay!"
Yao Ji turned back, looked at him calmly for a long time, and said calmly: "Do you want to be the King of Chu?"
No one knew his name, Emperor Lan, and he didn't think about anything. He just said with a smile: "Okay."
Yao Ji said softly: "Next year after the snow, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, come and pull out this sword."
Of course Emperor Pei knew what it meant, but he didn't think about it. He just smiled and said, "Okay."
Yao Ji held an umbrella and walked towards the night rain, but stopped again and looked back at the descendant of the ancient Chu emperor.
"Is there anything bad in the world?"
Emperor Pei smiled and said, "No, everything is fine."
"If you become the King of Chu, you will die in the future."
"If I were not the King of Chu, I would die too." The emperor said cheerfully, "Anyway, you like to do whatever you want, so why is it bad?"
Yao Ji was a little confused.
"Why didn't King Chu die?"
"You will die of old age, illness, or you may be killed by those in Huangliang who are keen on restoring the country." Emperor Pei said with a smile, "Anyway, the things in front of you are only good."
Yao Ji looked at him quietly and asked, "What about the ones who haven't arrived yet?"
"Then it's better not to arrive yet."
"I'm curious, has anyone ever told you that they want you to die now?"
"As I said, I said yes and jumped off the Yingfeng Building." Paidi said with a smile, "But they panicked and used their bodies as cushions to catch me, even because I was too fat. It also crushed two people to death—if I really fell to death, they wouldn’t survive.”
As the emperor said, he stood under the umbrella and looked at the night rain very comfortably.
"You see, for people like us, all we have to do is say yes."
So even if the emperor did draw his sword, pull out the warning from Huai'an from this dusty door, and become the king of Chu after more than two thousand years.
Huaian wouldn't let him die either.
When he became the king of Chu, Huang Liang did not dare to let him die.
So he was living well again.
Putting his name on it, he still sat in Yingfeng Building and watched the world go by, saying all kinds of good things.
Yao Ji didn't say anything more, turned around and left this place.
The emperor was still walking with an umbrella in this night rain.
Say yes to everything you see.
...
Shuhe, who had chosen to leave early in the snowstorm, was standing on a certain street in Huaidu.
Next to him was Ming Mayfly, who had inspired all the enthusiastic people to die outside Nanyi City, but he was always fine.
This long street runs north-south.
So after that sword killed the man named Zilan outside Nanyi City, it passed through this street, crossed half of the false capital, and nailed it on the gate of the Chu Palace.
Even though a long time has passed, when Shuhe stood here.
You can still feel the chilling sword intent.
Shu He looked along the line quietly, as if he had already seen the sword. He was silent for a long time and then said, "So has Huaian thought that such a day would come?"
Ming Yuying shook his head, thinking about everything he saw outside Nanyi City, and said with great sadness: "They don't think that they just put such a sword there."
Shuhe fell silent.
Yes, Huaian really wouldn't think about it.
There is a sword in Nanyi City just because it is the southernmost point of Huai'an.
It has nothing to do with whether there is Huangliang further south.
So no matter what comes from the south, you must try that sword first.
Some people simply came from Daze, tried the sword, and then left simply.
"So you have to think carefully." Ming Yuyu said softly, "Whether to follow the footsteps of the goddess or to believe in the current world."
Shuhe sighed and said: "Yes, we are not people who only need to say yes and everything will be fine. But I am curious, why us, what about you?"
Ming Yuyu said calmly: "Because you and I are different."
"for example?"
"For example, I have also built a road."
Shuhe stood there in a daze.
But the man next to him walked towards the north through the pattering of night rain.
