The Governor is Sick

Shuobei dawned late, it should be the hour of the rooster, and the sky was still a dim dark blue. Xia Hou got up early in the morning and put the horse in the stable into a carriage and led it to the gate. Perseveringly moved to the quilt, and according to Xia Houyi's instructions, spread the compartment soft and firm. Xia Houyi went to find a hand stove and burned it into the quilt.

Fanzis also started to rise one after another, gathered in the yard with their knives, and glanced at each other and pulled a carriage, all looking at each other.

"Uncle Bo, why are you setting up a carriage?" Asked Fanzi.

Persevering did not reply, but just silently looked at everyone behind. Everyone turned around, and saw Xia Houyun coming out from the house holding Shen Ye horizontally. Shen Xunfu was in Xia Houxuan's arms, staring at Xia Houxian steadily, but not moving. Xia Houyi didn't look at him either, straight through the stunned crowd, and sent Shen Ye into the carriage. Xia Houyi drew his hand stove into Shen Yan's arms, helped him get quilted, and finally touched his cold cheek.

"This anesthetic can numb a cow. I'm afraid of hurting your body and watering it, but it's enough for a day. Don't struggle, I won't let you go up the mountain." Xia Houxi looked down at him, "I Abstinence is originally a person who is dying, but you still have a good life. You can't take risks with us, go back and live a good life, don't forget about me. If I can survive, I will go back to you and follow you You can fight whatever you like. "

Shen Yan closed his sour eyes with force, and his mouth was bitter. It was he who was too careless, and thought he had come here. Xia Houyi could not help but object to him, but he did not expect Xia Houyi to play a trick. A soft kiss fell on his forehead in the darkness, and he opened his eyes, and saw Xia Houyu smiled at him, and put a stack of paper near his pillow.

"This ..." Xiahou paused for a moment, as if speaking hard, "It is my testament."

Shen Yan opened his eyes and looked at him in tears. The tears flowed from his eyes, dripping into his hair, and moistening the pillow. Xia Houyi wiped his tears for him and smiled regretfully, "Master, I always seem to make you cry."

The limbs were sore and numb, like a ghost press, Shen Yun wanted to get up and want to speak, but could not do anything about it.

Xia Houyi looked at him for a while and finally whispered, "Master, goodbye."

He pulled back and stepped out, the curtain fell, and the compartment was dark again, only a ray of light leaking from the pane. Shen Xuan heard Xia Houyi saying outside: "Fifteen people sent the governor back to Beijing, and the rest followed me up the mountain."

The carriage started, and the deep ruts on the snow mud extended out. The other side was the sinking in the carriage, and the other side was the Xiahou Yan who looked far away. Xia Houyi led the people to start the mountain climbing, and the hooks shot into the rocks, and they climbed up the mountain along the hooks. The sun is about to come out, and the end of the original blue reveals the crab shell green. Xia Houyu hung on the cliff, turned his head and looked back at the carriage, it had become a little black spot, and slowly moved on the white snowy field.

He remembered his testament, which he wrote for a long time, and wanted to say too much, and it ended up being speechless. He thinks that the biggest creditor of his life is Shen Yun, and the debt he owes him is a life-long debt. He wanted to repay it with his whole life, preferably to 70, 80, 90 years of age ... to pay him for the song and dance on the Qinhuai River, the bells of Hanshan Temple, the Jiannanchun of Bashu Miaodi and the yellow sand of Saiwai The setting sun, when they can no longer walk, build a small house at the foot of the Qingshan ... They lie in the small house and squint, their lifetime debts are over.

It's a pity he can't give anything after all, and his debt will be taken to Huangquan.

and so……

The carriage was bumpy, and the testament slowly unfolded in constant shaking. Shen Ye saw the hazy handwriting at the corner of the letter--

"Master, I'm sorry, this time, let me lose you."

Xia Houyi and his team kept climbing up non-stop, along the way in the cracks of the rock, the old pine trees that emerged across the cliff, they encountered one after another pale bones. Perseveringly said that it was Galan's ancestors who came alone and died halfway. Everyone looked up, and from time to time, a layer of snow-white bones were exposed between the stacked rocks, almost fused with the snow, showing a crystalline sheen in the faint morning light. No one knew their names, and their knives sank deep into the snow, revealing only the rusty hilt.

It turned out that the Barry's house was Galan's main hall, and also the place where the assassins were buried. This snow-capped mountain is the real sword grave of the assassin.

Climb a cliff, untied to remove the burden on his body, and put the crickets and pickles on the ground.

"What does unbelievable uncle do?" Asked Fanzi.

Persistently said, "The abbot said that when he saw his seniors, he invited them to dinner."

He turned his head to look at Xia Houyi.

Xia Hou walked silently, and the two kneeled down at the snowy mountain. Xia Hou took out his pouch and spilled hard liquor in the snow.

"I wait for assassins, no names, no surnames, no kings, no fathers, no homes and no nations. Holding bodhi knives, blades of life and death, killing white men, sinners, masters, and generals. Darkness is my brother, and my night is my blood. I wait for the shadows in the light, the ghosts in the night, the moths in the fire, committing evil, beheading and killing enemies. Entering this liberation door, I will be undead, and I will wait for the ancestors to rejoice and be immortal. "

"The twenty-ninth generation of Galileo, Xiahouyu."

"In the thirtieth generation of Gala Luo, Xia Hou held tired."

"May you ancestors, protect my brothers from going forward." Xia Houyi said, "Woo wailing, Fu Weishang!"

The snow wind came through the mountains, and the heavy snow was rising like white flying owls. Fans in the vast snow seemed to hear the whispering whisper of the ghost-"Going back to bliss, returning to immortality", "Going back to bliss, returning to immortality", "Going back to bliss, returning to immortality". The sound was like a heavy bell tossing, swirling and whirling in the snow.

Xia Houzheng and Jiyan stunned three heads, and the snow fell all over.

Fanzi were silent, listening to the howling in the snow. The place was so quiet that it was as dead as dead, only ghosts could whisper. Suddenly they felt that this place was originally the resting place of the dead souls, and they were living creatures strayed into the forbidden area.

Xia Houyi stood up from the snow and said to them: "If I and my stubbornness are exposed for a while, you will evacuate yourself after setting off the fire, regardless of us.

"How does this work?" Xuan Xuan frowned.

Xia Houyi shook his head and said, "Do as I say."

Only then did the Fanzi find that the burden of boredom was almost empty, and he did not leave the rations for the return trip. The assassination consisted of a knife and no sheath. These two men did not intend to go back alive from the beginning. They were Garan's assassins, and they shared the same fate with these souls.

Buried in the snowy mountains, the soul chases the snow.

Shen Chen took a deep breath and shook hands. The fingers are already moving. This anesthetic is not as powerful as Xia Houyi said. Either he added too much water or bought fakes. Xia Houyi has been staying under his eyelids, and he probably bought this medicine with disgust. Sick of that kid, Shen Yan was so angry that he thought he was an honest man, but he didn't expect to be a two-faced man!

Shen Xuan pressed his elbow against the board and wanted to stand up. The body kept trembling, the strength couldn't make it come out, clenched her teeth and held it for a while, then lay back. Although it took only a while, he was already sweating. I tried again, but it didn't work, he was relaxed, he looked at the roof and panted. After a break, I reached out to explore the perimeter of the car, trying to use my strength, my fingers trembled, and my fingertips became blue because of the force, but it still didn't help.

Asshole, Xia Hou, this asshole! Shen Yan closed his eyes and panted.

The carriage ran fast and swayed, something fell from his waist, and he groaned. He reached out and felt a cold and hard gold handle.

It's his dagger.

The snow fell on the mountains, and the snow accumulated on the ground could not reach the heels. The assassins on the patrol rested under the pine trees and drank dry food. Someone went out to pee. Got ice. Putting a hand on his shoulder, he laughed, "Together together?"

There was a sudden pain in his back, his eyes tightened, and his hand covered his mouth, and a scream was put into his throat. He grabbed two hands behind him and collapsed weakly.

Xia Houyu pushed him into the snow, put on his mask, and turned his head towards the assassins in the middle. He grabbed the crossbow from the waist with both hands, and short-ya shot from left to right, running through both of his brows. Tiny blood flowers splattered from under the eyebrows, as if the bright calyx had a **** beauty. The assassins were frightened and pulled out their knives, but countless sons descended from the sky, the Yanyan sword swept in the snow, and the blood splashed like a firework.

One man escaped, walked out from behind the tree with annoyance, and passed him by. No one saw the scabbard for a moment, but the man had fallen over his neck.

Bury the body and hide the blood. Everyone put on a mask and walked towards Houfu.

Once out of the woods, you need to take another section of mountain road. After passing a seven-arch bridge, you can see Houfu. It was a huge, majestic black brick wall, lying in the snow wind, like rolling clouds, as if dividing the yin and yang. The snow is too dense and the sight is not good. The lantern is still lit during the day. The lanterns of the size hung under the wall for two moments, faintly emitting a halo, are the only warm color in the vast snow. A corner door opened underneath, and two rows of assassins stood in front of the door.

Fanzis quietly replaced everyone, opening the door for Xia Houyi and Perseverance.

"Two, please be careful!"

Xia Houyi patted a fan on the shoulder, turned around and held the cross over the threshold. The knocker slammed, the door closed behind, the front ** became clear, the walls were smoked black, the dangled flower gate hole in the distance collapsed in half, the carved stone plaque was broken into two, and half was trapped in snow. Huge ancient trees were scorched in the ruins of the broken wall, and the black wood was covered with white snow. There was an unspeakable desolation.

However, it wasn't the ruins that caught the eye first, but the dense snowman.

There are snowmen in each corner, three in pairs, tall on both sides, short, fat body, white and rolling, like soup **** stacked together, and two thin branches obliquely inserted into their bodies. They are weak. hand. The three snowmen were holding hands with each other, and some snowmen did not straighten their heads, but seemed to shake their heads.

"Is there always ruin here?" Xia Hou frowned. "Are these snowmen still there?"

Persistently walked to a snowman, looking at the snowman's dark eyes through the white porcelain mask, "Before Bailiu became Yan Luo, it was not."

"..." Xia Houyi said, "I mean has Bailifang never rebuilt Hou's house?"

"Well, not repaired."

"Why not repair it?" Xia Houyi looked at the snowman. "This snowman is like a family, do father and mother kiss children?"

Persistently tired to go behind the snowman. The snowman on the left reads "Elder Brother Persistently", on the right is "A young sister", and in the middle is "Ayu". Xia Houyi also apparently found that, looking at the snowman one by one, "Kiji brother", "A young sister", "Ajie", "Kiji brother", "A young sister", "Ajie", one after another, The same handwriting was repeated over and over again, filled with desolate ruins.

"Because a person's world is in ruins." Perplexed softly.

The snow was flying, Xiao Xiao's snow wind faintly heard a whisper, hidden in the snow, and whispered like a whisper. Listening in disgust, he suddenly remembered that he seemed to have saved a girl when he was fourteen. He blew by the pond, a song taught by the abbot. When the abbot said he was lonely, he blew, and the snoring sound was like a low whisper, which could pretend that someone was talking to himself. He actually felt that the abbot was a bit stupid, because his mouth was blowing and he couldn't respond, was he talking to himself, or was he alone.

But he still blew, his snoring scattered in the moonlight, like a white butterfly fluttering wings, flying lonely to the distant sky. He forgot how long he had blown, and tired to stop, trying to return to the room to sleep. As he passed the corridor, he saw the girl, leaning on the pillar, resting his chin on his knee, a small ball.

He remembered the small, pale cheeks in the blue moonlight.

It's her, it's Baili kite.

It turned out that they had met long ago, before they had become a deadly enemy.

The white veil lanterns swayed in the snow, and he remembered the wish of Baili kite written on the sky lantern-

Our family must stay together forever.

"Let's go, Xiaoxiong, and follow the snoring sound to find her," he turned and walked forward, "kill her."

Shen Yun breathed slowly, her palms stretched together. The snow was flat, and the carriage could not help but shake. The small lantern Ketotuotuo, who was picked by the lamp outside, hit the carriage wall. He listened quietly, and when Ma Jiner receded a little, he finally got some strength. He reached for the dagger a little bit, and took the wrong gold handle into his palm. The complicated pattern on the handle rubbed his palm, causing a slight pain. He sat up on his body, his hands and feet were still soft, and the body collapsed involuntarily. He twisted, leaning against the perimeter of the car, tightening his fingers, pulling his dagger with shaking hands, and making a stroke on his left arm.

Severe pain spread through the body, warm blood oozed out, and wet sleeves. The body was still numb, and it wasn't painful enough. Shen Chen gritted his teeth and made the second and third swords. The pain overwhelmed the anesthetic, and the strength slowly recovered. He shook his hands and opened the curtain, and Feng Xue poured his head into his face. The rushing fan turned back in surprise, looking at his shameless face and angry eyes.

"Now, immediately, return!"

Assassins wandered in the ruins like silent ghosts, and black shadows appeared and disappeared in the pale snow and mist. They didn't speak to each other, and Xia Houyi and Perseverance didn't dare talk, and passed quietly through the corridors of Xun, passing by a blackened courtyard and hall. The snoring was getting closer and closer, scattered in the heavens and the earth, as if trembling a little, like a wavy snowflake.

They passed by a hut, and three snowmen looked at them silently through the moon hole. Persevering without stopping, he walked up the corridor, Xia Houyi glanced and followed. The corridor was tortuous, leading to the depths of the snow and fog, the snoring did not stop, clear and bright, and a little cold. Xia Houyi was a little uneasy in his heart. This snoring sound was like a erratic ghost, guiding them to an unknown dead place.

They walked into the barren garden, and in front of the faded pillars, they saw the lilies in the center of the frozen pond. She turned her back to them, sitting cross-legged on the ice, a hazy petite shadow in the heavy snow.

"Where are you going or should I go?" Xia Houxi whispered.

Persevering without answering, he walked straight out of the corridor and stepped towards the middle of the pond.

There was a flash of Mori's cold blade in the snow, and the snoring came to an abrupt halt, with red blood on the ice. Xia Houyi also walked over and looked down at the little corpse. Bai Lifang's side face was hidden under her long black hair, pale as a doll. Xia Houzhen squatted down to examine her face. There was no human skin mask, it was a real face.

Unexpectedly smooth. Xia Houyi thought, as long as he slipped out before the assassin noticed. I hope that Shen Zhen will calm down before he returns, he can pretend to be injured, so Shen Yuan can't bear to blame him.

"Xiao, pull out the knife," Suddenly said suddenly.

"Ah?" Xia Houyi looked up at him.

Perseverance has pulled out the knife, facing the empty snow and mist around.

"No shit," he said.

Xia Hou trembled suddenly, looking sublimely at Bai Liyu's hand, where it was empty and there was nothing. He searched for clothes, and didn't hide underneath.

The ghostly assassin came out from behind the ruins, the white porcelain mask was expressionless, and a pair of black hole eyes looked at them.

This is an ambush, Baili Kite knows they will come!

Xia Houyu pulled out the step lotus, back to back with disgust, and the snowflakes fell on the black knife, forming a thin layer of snow and frost.

A small shadow appeared at the top of the ruins in the distance. She wore a plain phoenix shoulder and a gold and red satin horse skirt with phoenix clouds shoulders. She was like a bloodstain in the white snow. Looking at her remotely, she kept silent. The girl opened her hands to them as if embracing the sky and snow, as if to hug someone.

She grinned wide and showed a brilliant smile.

"Brother, come and kill me!"