The Governor is Sick

The coriander flowers are full of broken stone steps. They are drilled from the cracks. The thin and long red petals are stained with snow particles, like the blood flowing in the snow. As you walk up the mountain steps, the blossoms are getting denser and denser, and the flames are generally burnt out all the way, and they open the mountain vigorously, waving in the snowflakes.

From time to time, sporadic assassins popped up and came up from behind. Xia Houyi cut them back one by one and followed the footsteps of Baili kite into the unnamed mountain top.

I was very quiet, not alone. Shiraishi had piled up snow, and a sparse row of red pines was planted in front of the zen room, with clusters of cypress flowers under it, like a fire burning. Anonymous cricket is not a ruin, even a bit delicate, like a garden built out of nothing in a barren mountain. There were signs of the sun going down, and the orange sun was shining in the urn, and there was an indescribable silence.

But it was too quiet, like a corner forgotten by the world, picked out from the desolate years.

The Baili kite was gone, only the footprints left on the snow. There may be fraud, but you can only follow the footprints. The footprints disappeared in front of the eaves, and Xia Houyi didn't dare to go in, bowed his waist and touched the outside of the zen room, and cut the window screen with a knife. Inside is a small zen room. There is only a lattice window in the south. There is no one. The door to the cloister inside the house is open. Bailifang must have gone out from there.

Xia Houyi jumped in through the window. The furnishings of the house were simple, a small urn, a rattan table and several rattan chairs. The scroll was hung on the wall, the paper was yellow, and the ink was dim. The person inside was blurred, and it was a little girl who could see clearly. A hanging white-fronted insect kite was hung on the south wall, a corner of which was apparently broken, and was later sewn back. A book was placed on the low table, the cover was broken, and Xia Houyi turned it over a few times. It was a medical book that painted a variety of flowers and plants. A bottle of garlic was placed on the rattan table, and a dead cricket flower was inserted in it. The petals were dark, scorched by fire, dry and hard.

It's about the bedroom of Bailifang, but she doesn't seem to have slept here for a long time. Although the quilt was neatly stacked with quilts, it was covered with dust. Would you rather sleep in the rubble than sleep in the puppet? Xiahou Yan thought. This room gave him a strange feeling, as if he lived not a person but a ghost. Whenever sunset, the ghost would sit by the window and watch the snow and flowers in the mountains.

The wind rose, and the wind duo jingled outside. As if it was an omen, the sound of crippled footsteps on the other side of the quiet corridor, like a naughty child, passed by. Xia Houyi grabbed the knife and rushed into the corridor. A group of people stood in the dark corridor, standing tall and strangely next to each other, with a thin body and empty robes.

Is it 傀儡? Xia Houyi didn't move.

A candlelight lit up at the end of the corridor, and we were sideways apart. There was a little girl standing in the only bright place, and Bai Liyu was standing there with the candlestick. In the faint candlelight, Xia Houzhen saw the fine silk thread spreading around her as the center, and passed through the bucket arch beams, the column color paintings, and connected with these pupa.

At the same time, Xia Houyi also saw the faces of the princes hiding in the dark. It was not a human face, but a skeleton, black skeleton, and hollow eyes. Djisi tied their detached bones together, making them a skeleton pupa of a hundred lilies.

Isn't it ... Xia Houyi has a thrilling hunch in his heart.

"Isn't it your parents, siblings?" Xia Houyi asked.

"Yes." Bai Lijie's voice came from a distance, fluttering in the empty corridor, "I want to thank you for your drawing skills, otherwise how can they stand here. The one in the middle is my father His name is Bai Liyu. Have you heard his name? His sword Wan Wan was famous all over the world 30 years ago. But no one knows that this young prince from Shuobei Snow Mountain is Galanyan Luo, everyone thinks He is a first-class good man. "

"Sorry, I was born late and never heard of it," Xia Hou shouted.

"My dad's left is my mother-in-law. Her name is Wen Ruyi, the daughter of a widower who sells sesame oil in Huaishuo City. I'm afraid that my identity will be leaked. The Baili family is always like this. The daughter of the family enters the house and marries her daughter to an ordinary man. In this way, if they leak the secret, it will be convenient to clean up, and they don't have to worry about the inextricable relationship behind them that requires aftermath. "

"It's an impersonal home ..." Xia Houxi whispered.

"Yeah," Bai Lijie laughed. "So it's better to die. You see, I'm going to move them if I let them move. It's very obedient. Xia Houyi, I'll pretend that your brother is dead. When he pulls the wire, he will live with my father, mother, siblings, and accompany me. "

"That's fake, Baili."

"As long as they stay with me, that's true." Bai Lijie turned around and slowly walked away with the candlelight. "I thought I would kill you with disgust, but I didn't expect it to be you. Yeah, This way I don't have to worry about hurting your bones, it doesn't matter if it's broken or ruined. "She blew out the candle and fell into a gloom in the corridor. In the last touch of light, she turned her head and smiled brightly.

The first sword "Wancai" came towards him, and Shen Xiong's sword came to the fore, and suddenly Xia Houzhen seemed to see Bai Liyun's angry white-bearded face. Xia Houyi quickly pulled out his knife and scabbard, and Bu Shenglian's black blade sank into the darkness, strangling with Wanjie. The two-handed knife collided violently, and the fine sparks were rubbed between the blades. The dark light flashed for a moment. The black skull face was only a short distance from Xia Houyi, as if spitting a cold breath.

Other siege came under siege. Baili kite does not wield a knife by herself, but can manipulate a cricket to wield a knife, and it can control nine crickets at the same time! She is far stronger than Xia Houyi imagined, and her power comes from being more intelligent than human beings. Sword art requires day-to-day practice, but manipulating the puppets requires only learning wire drawing skills and keeping in mind the sword.

Bu Shenglian turned over in her hands, and Xia Houyi turned around in a staggered manner, her pace as fast as a drum. He knows the weaknesses of skeletons. Human bones are far more fragile than steel. As long as the bones are cut, these skeletons will lose their ability to move. There was a gap in Xie's attack. Xia Hou took the opportunity to wave the sword straight up, and the black knife hidden in the dark made a sorrowful whistling. The blade was only one step away from Bai Li's arm!

However, the skull's wide sleeves suddenly rolled up, and fine powder bees usually came. Xia Houyi's movements suddenly stagnated, coughing back.

what!

The powder inhaled into the nasal cavity was extremely spicy and seemed to have been tasted somewhere. A cricket fired a crossbow upward, and there was a sound of something being split above his head. Xia Houyi looked up, and the dark roof hung countless cloth bags. Because the light was too dark, he didn't notice it before. The powder came in, flying like fine dust.

Breathing becomes difficult, heartbeat sounds like cymbals, and his head is dizzy. Xia Houyu suddenly remembered, this taste ... is a bliss!

"Xia Houyi, you are a tiring younger brother, let me give you a grace." Bai Lijie smiled wistfully in the dark, "I let you die without pain in Supreme Bliss!"

Xia Houzhen quickly tore off a corner of his clothes to cover his mouth and nose. He had to hurry up, Bliss Fruit was paralyzed and couldn't stay here more. Xia Houyi slowed his breath and closed his elbow so that Bailifang couldn't see his sword. As long as his arm is cut, he can win!

Xun came to the ground with a sword, Xia Houxuan clenched the handle, the tiger's mouth was against the swallow, and the ice was cold. When Xun Hou was three steps away from him, Xia Hou Xuan dared out his sword, his sleeves converged behind his elbows, like a black butterfly wing, the black knife crossed a converging arc, and chopped his arm. This is the ultimate blow of speed and power. No one can predict and no one can resist, and I will be broken under the blade of Bu Shenglian.

However, the slashing knife folds sharply, slashing obliquely from bottom to top, and the blade comes first!

A sharp pain in his arm and blood appeared, and Xia Houyi's eyes widened in disbelief, his sword was restrained.

Step by step, step by step. The light of the sword appeared in the darkness, as if tens of thousands of poisonous snakes sizzled letters. He was defeated in the rampant offensive. Every move was seen through, every move was restrained. The sword was like a depleted stream, unsustainable. . The breathing was disordered, and the cloth strips could not block the powder of bliss fruit. His hands were soft, his head was dizzy, and the scab in front of his eyes was twisted a little, turning into a ghostly shadow.

The voice of Baili kite sounded quietly, "You forgot, Xia Houyi, the Baili family left twelve empty doors in the sword passed to Gala. As long as you use the Gala knife, you will never win!"

But why ... his swordsmanship has hundreds of swordsmanship, why is it still seen?

"One more thing I forgot to tell you, the Baili knife is the source of thousands of knives, the ancestor of thousands of knives, and the hundred knives are all from the hundred knives!"

The thunderous sword light emerged in the gloomy light, twisted like a dragon and snake in the dark clouds. Bailiyu took a step forward and slashed with a knife, a simple hit, but it came like a thousand mountains and the top! At that moment, Xia Houyu seemed to see an angry warrior. His sword had the power of King Kong's wrath. Everyone was turned into dust under the sword! Xia Hou lifted his knife to block, Bu Shenglian made a slamming beep, the tiger's mouth burst into time, and blood flowed. Xia Houzhen did not stand firmly and fell to the ground.

The heart beats so fast, alas, alas, the whole world seems to echo his heavy heartbeat. Many voices came to my mind in an instant, the rustling sound of the blades colliding, the thick sound of flesh and blood, the woman screaming screaming, the child crying loudly ... No, he had to stand up and stand up.

But his legs were soft every inch, and his vision was shaking. He saw that He was approaching step by step. He tried to keep his eyes wide, but his eyelids became heavier.

Going to die? Going to die? What should I do? What to do ... to break through the empty door!

Who was calling him in his mind, as if thousands of people were shouting his name, countless voices were stacked together, and the tide was generally surging, getting closer and clearer.

"Xiahou Hou!"

"Xiahou Hou!"

"Xiahou Hou!"

The last sound was like Hong Zhong, Xia Hou opened his eyes suddenly.

The world is bright, with the leaves and the dazzling sunlight above her head, Xia Chan clanging in her ears. Mantianhuai leaves rolled and fell, and a woman in black waved a knife in that rain of leaves. When she turned around, Xia Houyu saw her sharp eyebrows, and the rays of demon-like eyes emerged. She held the knife in both hands and sent out the beautiful knife light in the rain.

"This is your mother's knife, Xiaoyu." He trembled at the side of him, "Endless and endless, her sword can cut off all kinds of methods."

Xia Houyi and Xun's heart turned into flying smoke, and there was a moment of silence, and there was a dark village in the field of vision. Shen Xuan stepped out of his side, holding a roll of Gala knife in his hand. .

"I often wonder if there will be a sword in the world to reach the extreme, there is no empty door." Shen Yan said looking at the flame.

"My mother's sword," Xia Houyi heard his voice, "He said that my mother's sword can cut off all ways. You used to say that my mother was practicing the trick in the sword, maybe the trick can."

"That's your mother's knife, everyone's knife is different," Shen Yan looked straight up, Xia Houyi saw the flames beating in his eyes, "Xia Houyi, what is your knife?"

In an instant, thousands of worlds turned into torrents and rushed under his feet. A line of clear light appeared in the darkness, and Xia Houyu heard the sound of killing outside.

"Well," Bai Lijie slightly bowed her head. "Did you attack it so soon? Then I'll hurry up."

She yanked the pull wire, and numerous threads trembled and beeped fiercely in the corridor. All of them moved suddenly, and came to Xia Houyu with a strange posture. Xia Houyi struggled to get up from the ground, his vision was distorted, then he closed his eyes, and there was a noise in his ears, then he didn't listen to anything.

He took a deep breath and rushed towards the darkness ahead. The light of the sword flashed in front of him. Xiahou's ghostly spirit turned around to avoid the blade of the sword. There was still another knife cut on the side of the elbow. Clearer. He did not stop, and continued to charge. He lowered the front blade, and at the same time exposed his back. Bailiyu forced him to turn back to resist, but he was partial!

He growled, stepping forward, his heart was cut, and the chain mail in his clothes blocked him from fatal injuries, but the strong impact still caused blood to pour into his throat. He continued to slash with his sword, and by the power of the block, he rolled over and swept forward, rushing forward.

He doesn't know if there is an invincible knife in this world. All he knew was that to cut through the empty doors, all that was left was to expose them. His goal was not a sloppy arm, not a pinch, but the end of the corridor ...

His mother's sword is to destroy all ways.

And his knife was born to death!

Xia Houyu ran his knife, and the cold blade sharpened with a bit of fluorescent light, marking the wailing whistling. Bai Liyu watched this **** man running towards her. She was crazy and pulling the wire, but the speed was not as fast as Xia Houyun. The powder of bliss fruit ripped his mind, and the pain regained him.

There was pain for the first time, and the hazy field of vision seemed to turn in the sky. The lungs were like a broken bellows, and the sound of breathing echoed in the ear. The corridor is too long, and Bailifang is a dark spot in the distance, as if it can never be reached.

But he can't stop!

During that long run, the sound of the killing outside became more and more clear, and a snowflake seemed to float in front of him. The sound of slaughter passed through the wall, in the snow and flowers of the unknown slugs, the assassins were generally killed by each other. The corpses traversed the mountainside and the top of the mountain, with godless eyes looking at the sky. Blood ran down the mountain steps and gathered into a river.

Shen Yan pierced Jingtie into the heart of an assassin's eyebrows, blood and sweat mixed together in his forehead, usually Li Li's face was already difficult to distinguish at this moment. Perseverance cut off the heads of two people at the same time, two round heads were thrown away and rolled into the lotus flower bush. Shen Yan and Perseverance leaned back to back, and they heard each other's rapid breathing. The new assassins approached them, their blades ticking and dripping with blood.

In the corridor, Xia Houyi caught the snowflake and held it in his palm.

He can't lose, he bears the wishes of everyone, he can't lose.

Run faster while he hasn't fallen, while he still has strength!

The closer to the Baili kite, the denser the silk, Xia Houyi wielded the long knife. The wire was cut by him, and the fine silk snowflakes usually fell on the head and shoulders. Xia Houyi kept waving the knife, only one step away from the Baili kite. remote!

Bailifang immediately took the opportunity to give up the wire and ran away.

She slashed into the vest of Bailijie, marking a long bloodstain, she took a moment, and continued to run. Xia Houyu chased with a knife, followed her and ran out of the zen room, through the empty flowerbed, drilled through the dog hole on the back wall, and trekked through the white snow that didn't reach her knee, and reached the top where there was no way out.

The blood of Xia Houyi and the blood of Baili kite dripped all the way, twists and turns. The last two lost their strength and crawled in the snow.

Baili kite gritted her teeth and crawled forward, and snow and ice froze her fingers. Blood took away her consciousness, and her vision became more and more blurred. She seemed to see Ah Chu's cheeks, Shimizu's face without applying powder daisies, homely dresses, like the gentle big sister at home, looking back in the sunlight. She smiles.

"A kite!"

"Sister ..." Baili Xie shed tears, crawling desperately, "I don't ... I don't want to die here alone ..."

It's too cold, it's too cold, it's so extreme, there isn't anyone alone.

Xia Houyun caught up from behind, pulled out a dagger from the waist, and pierced her chest. She clutched Xia Houyi's dagger tightly, blood flowing through her fingers, flowing down her cuffs. Xia Houzhen inhaled too much bliss powder, Qiqiao began to bleed, and hit her face drop by drop. He exhausted his whole body strength, and the dagger dipped into the chest of Lili little by little, and gradually got blood dizzy.

The consciousness gradually disappeared, and Bai Liyu looked up at the blue sky and was pulled back to the past.

She remembered the moon in Yunxianlou, which was very round. She and her brother and sister sat under the moon and put up the sky lanterns. The fat and bulging sky lanterns rose to the top. The younger sister is always together. "

So simple wish, why can't it be realized?

The sunset with no name, no one, the fire burning all night in Baili's house, a pile of countless snowmen alone ... The scenes of the past flash before us, it turned out that her time in Yunxianlou was the best time of her life. .

However, the years are hurried, after all, I can't keep it.

If ... if time can stop there, how good.

In Langzhong, she seemed to hear Ah Chu's voice coming from afar again, crossing the thousands of mountains and rivers, and being brought to her ears by the sky wind of Yaoyao.

"A kite--"

"Sister ... brother ..."

She murmured, and suddenly gave up the resistance, leaving the dagger completely in her chest. The world lost its color in her eyes, she opened her eyes to tears, and her dark eyes gradually disappeared.

Xia Houyi crawled down from her and fell into the snow.

There was blood in his mouth, and he raised his sleeves to wipe, but found that the more and more wipes, the lower his head looked at the sleeves, and it turned out that his wrist was injured, and the sleeves were already red. Too cold, he has lost his pain. Head down, covered with sticky blood. Xia Houyu tore off the cloth of Wai Sang, took out the gold sore medicine that she brought with her, bandaged it a little, and then lay motionless in the snow, so that the blood would flow less and slower.

He kept breathing, he was waiting for Shen Wei to pick him up. Shen Yan said that he would come to him.

I don't know if it's too tired, or there is too much blood, or because of bliss, your hands and feet are becoming numb, as if they have become ice cubes. When the consciousness slowly dissipated, he heard the sound of footsteps, he turned to look over, stepping up step by step with a disgust and a knife.

He opened his mouth without making a sound.

Perseverance is also scaly, but looks better than him. Squatting down and touching the top of his head, "My younger master and I parted to look for you, he should be almost there, you wait again."

Standing up, tired, holding the body of Bailifang, took a few steps back, and said to Xia Houyu: "I'm leaving, Xiaoyu."

Xia Houyu vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and sat up hard, "What are you doing? Where are you going?"

"Maybe it's far away." Squat down, dissatisfied with the fox fur on his neck and wrapped the Baili kite, "I can't leave Baili's body to you, I promised Baili to take her Carry his ashes around. "

"You ... you ..." Xia Houzhen was speechless with blood on his throat.

"Little sister, don't you say that you have your own desire?"

He was desperately looking down the cliff, the sunset was west, the snow-capped mountains were rolling, and the distant mountains were misty. His eyes were clear and clear, reflecting the turbulence of the world.

"I'm assured that there is a young master who takes care of you." Standing up tired, my pale face with blood stained was still and peaceful, "I want to travel a hundred miles, while I'm still alive, go to many, many places and walk As soon as you walk, take a look. In this way, my wishes, the wishes of Barry, can be realized. "

Xia Houyi swallowed a few mouthfuls of blood, and said hoarsely, "Can we see you again?"

Persevering in the wind, he whispered: "Yes, no matter whether it is on the other side of Huangquan or in this life, we will finally meet."

He turned around and stepped into the blizzard. The assassin, who came by the snow, finally disappeared into the snow.

Xia Houyu lay back and kept breathing hard. He would hold on for a while to Shen Yu.

Jieruo's medicine strength came up, he wanted to sleep, slowly closed his eyelids, and finally a voice came from the distance. He turned back and opened his eyes hard. He suddenly remembered that his **** face must be scary now, and Shen Xuan might have felt sad again. He struggled to sit up, wiped his face with a pile of snow, and lay back again.

I don't know how long to wait, and finally fell into a warm embrace, Shen Yan took off his sister-in-law and wrapped him up, and called him softly: "Ama, Ama."

He opened his eyes and lifted his head to kiss his heavy cheek.

He wanted to say how did you come here, Master, I waited for a long time. But he was too tired to open his mouth, nor could he open his mouth, and he could not vomit blood in front of Shen Yan's eyes.

"Ama, hold on, let's go to the doctor." Shen Ai carried him on his back. "Ama, don't sleep, obedient, don't sleep."

He lay on Shen's back, blood flowing along the corners of his mouth, his eyelids getting heavier, and he tried to open his eyes. In the distance, there was a brilliant sunset and red glow. The sky seemed to burn a fire, and the snow-capped mountains were rouge. colour.

so beautiful. he thinks.

Consciousness fluttered, and he felt as if he had become a little snowflake, rising slowly and floating in the wind. He saw that the vast white snow covered the killing field, wiped out all the dirty sins, and the assassins slept under the snow. The years here were quiet and serene.

Is everything over?

He had forgotten who said that, because he had created sin, he would be killed.

Has his sin been paid? Is his blood debt over? Is his retribution over? Whether his cruel years have finally come to an end, and from then on, he can rest in peace.

But ... there was still a deep attachment in his heart.

"Ama, Ama," Shen Ao shouted over and over again, "touch your face when you hear it, okay?"

He raised his fingertips in trembling and touched his heavy cheek, and half of his eyes shed tears.

Buddha, forgive me. I really want to ... survive.

Even for a moment.

His hands dropped weakly, and Xingyue Bodhizi slid out of his sleeve and hung on his wrist. Shen Min shuddered and turned to call his name.

"Xiahou Hou!"

Like the stillness sinking into the water, the world suddenly left him, the world is the reflection in the water, shimmering and blurring.

The sound dissipated a little and disappeared into the wind.

In the end, everything was silent.