C67

The last rays of red light slowly fell down from the western sky. The entire ground had been inlaid with a golden border.

Changan Street.

Cars and horses, songs everywhere, the sound of people coming and going, people coming and going, endless buying sounds, a magnificent scenery.

At the end of the street, two handsome young men strolled slowly through the crowd.

Each held a long sword in his hand. One of them carried a backpack as he walked, while the other carried a cloth cube on his back as he paced.

The two of them had thin and soft bodies, but their hands that held swords were very powerful.

In the light of the setting sun of Chang'an, it was overbearing.

Wandering in other places?

Or perhaps it was about the secular world?

They were extremely confused about what was happening in front of them, and were extremely confused about what was happening in the martial arts world.

"Young master, Changan is so beautiful and prosperous! It's exactly what I thought it was. "

The youth behind him couldn't help but be ecstatic as he looked at the open space in front of him, "What I imagine is that there are many restaurants, teahouses, vermilion pavilions, many people, and many things to eat. And the girls here are beautiful. "

"That's right!" But the world has changed! "

The young master was clearly not happy at all with Changan's flamboyance, but his voice was filled with sorrow.

The street in front of him looked familiar, yet extremely strange.

The evening in Chang'an was very dark. The sun was setting at the end of the street, but the pedestrians were still bustling around.

A group of fragrant women walked past the two, each holding a handkerchief in her hand. The butterflies on the white silk were dancing in the air, each holding a butterfly in their own posture. The ink on the handkerchief was still wet, a sign that they had just drawn it.

"Wow!" That butterfly silk is so beautiful! "

The youth was quite fond of the veil. Perhaps the city of Chang'an was grander than he had imagined. Even the beautiful butterfly silk was so beautiful.

"Young Master, look over there, there are a lot of people crowded. I think they bought their handkerchiefs from there."

Curious, the two of them pushed their way through the crowd. A young man was beckoning for silk, and in the afterglow he was imposing, his face sharp and full of smiles.

He spread out the white silk cloth, dipped the brush into the ink, and began to dance on the silk. His movements were light and fluid, and his brush strokes were nimble. In a short while, between the white silk and the brush, a colored butterfly leaped onto the white silk.

He looked as if he wanted to fly, but he was so lifelike.

The butterflies painted by the man are all different, diverging and flying, and the color is suitable to match the charming, charming people, can't help but let people not clap the table.

Most of the people who bought the handkerchief were young women, and their smiles were like flowers.

There were also young masters, it wasn't a coincidence that they bought one to give to the person they liked!

"Let's buy one too, young master. That butterfly silk is so beautiful."

The young man smirked as he looked at the young master mischievously.

"All right, Phantom."

The young master pointed at the young man's nose and said. His eyes were a little charming and moving.

"How much is this handkerchief, sir?"

The youth asked with a joyous expression.

"Ten."

The man glanced at the two, "Are you going to give it to the girl?"

He was still dexterously waving his brush, his handsome face, and his bright smile.

Very attractive.

"Oh, no..." "No."

The youth clearly didn't know what to do with the man's question. He stammered, "I'm giving it to my sister. Yes, my sister."

The man quickly sketched out a butterfly on his handkerchief, flapping its wings in the air. It looked very lifelike, like a real butterfly landing on a piece of white silk.

The man carefully handed the handkerchief over to the young man. The young man paid the money and lifted the handkerchief to reflect the dim yellow light of Changan Street. The white silk fluttered in the air like butterflies and a smile as bright as the summer sun blossomed on his face.

Along the way, he took a small jog through the crowds on the street.

As night fell, the two of them took up residence at the Guest Lodge.

The two of them might have traveled for a whole day, but the teenager had yet to see the prosperity of Chang An, and he was still looking out the door with all his heart.

Lying on the bed, the two of them tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

It was late at night, and the quiet streets of Chang'an were suddenly filled with noise. The sounds of footsteps and muttering could be heard throughout the streets and alleys.

The gongzi Mach was the one who got up from the bed and walked out of the guest room. He asked the waiter who was busy tidying up the tables and stools why it was so noisy outside.

"I've disturbed the guest's rest. The soldiers are chasing the thieves outside."

The waiter casually replied while wiping the tables and chairs, "It seems normal for customers to come from outside the city. Since last year, a thief appeared on Chang'an Street, it's strange that this thief has great martial arts skills and could fly over the walls, but when he stole from the government, he did not steal from the people. He stole from rich people who were corrupt officials and bullying the people.

Furthermore, he distributed the stolen money and things to the poor citizens. No one had seen his appearance before. Everyone called him "the Flying Knight".

The hero of the people!

"

The waiter couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

"Isn't Changan peaceful and prosperous now?"

The young master questioned.

"Peace and prosperity? Young master can only see Changan Street, there are still many people suffering and starving in Changan City! "

The waiter sighed and said, "The locust plague and drought have caused the people to lose their income, and the tax revenue has been collected. It's called not to do it every day, it's called not being effective at all. But the father and mother officials of the people were only interested in pleasure, and enjoyed the splendor, and ignored the sufferings of the people. "There are so few good officials these days!"

The young servant's hand trembled, obviously the young servant's words had stabbed him, and a look of sadness appeared on his face.

"What is the way of the world, corrupt officials and wicked men?"

The young master said angrily, his eyes full of sadness.

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