The Governor is Sick

The dense forest was whirling, the wind blew through, and the waves turned straight to the horizon. This forest is very old, and the trunks inside are thick like buckets, so two or three big men must embrace each other to hold it. The leaves are stacked with branches, the branches are stacked with leaves, and they are tightly stitched, and occasionally only a little bit of sunlight leaks down.

Xia Houyi jumped up and down in the woods, and the monkeys seemed not as good as him. In the next step, which branch should he fall on, and which branch should he put his hands on, he knows well and won't fall with his eyes closed.

Soon, he came to a cemetery.

The cemetery is large, with hundreds of tombstones and hundreds of residual knives. Densely crowded in the forest, some are backed by big trees, with bird droppings and fallen leaves on top; some tombstones have been cut in half, and scattered spoiled fruits are scattered beside them; No one cares.

That's the sword.

All the assassins of the Galan era can find the bones buried here. The tombstone is engraved with his life to kill several people, who killed them, and why they were killed. Their sabers were inserted next to the tomb, and they would kill them when they were alive, and they would also be exposed to the wind and sun next to their masters when they died. Most of the knives are already rusty, and it seems that they can be broken in just a moment.

He was afraid to come to this place when he was a kid. The heads here are buried with mixed-world demon heads, shocking villains, and each knife is full of blood. He always felt that there must be a lot of fierce ghosts here, or else it was the unjust soul who floated over to collect debts. It's not a good place anyway.

It was later discovered that this was a run-down graveyard.

Most of the Galan assassins had no father, no mother, no sons and no daughters, and no one came to worship the sacrifice to the grave. The entire cemetery had never been repaired or cleaned, which was worse than a wild grave on the roadside.

Xia Houyu jumped down from the tree, and slaps three ringing heads outside of Tokazui.

"Uncles and brothers, heroes and heroes, seniors and old friends, and juniors are the twelfth generation of abbots under the seat of the Buddha, Xiahou Hou, and now they are going to go to Huizhou to assassinate an old general. There is no weapon in hand, so I have to come here. Borrow a knife. As the saying goes, rivers and lakes are brothers, not to mention that we are all Galan. I hope you have a lot of tolerance, no wonder! I will treat your knife well, wipe it again and again, and worship it at night. Duck meat. Sorry, sorry! "

After worshiping, Xia Houyi stood up and walked around the periphery of the cemetery. I looked at the inside and didn't know how many years ago the knife was. Don't slam it when killing the enemy, it's really a break.

At the outermost edge is a new tomb. The knife near the tomb has a single slot straight blade and an ebony handle with restrained light. The tomb master called Tang Lan, who died in the first month of last year. He was not killed by a stab, but was killed by the enemies. Xia Houyi had met him a few times during the Chinese New Year before, and he was impressed by an unsmiling man. It was rumored that he was a renegade to Tangmen, and was rescued by the abbot before entering Garan.

Xia Houyi caught the knife with a glance. First, I made three sounds in front of the tomb, and then said, "Senior Tang Lan, the junior dared to borrow your knife and use it to sacrifice your grave in the future. By the way, here is a pack of paper money I brought, you are below Don't betray yourself, buy a girl maid or something, give me what you want to eat, and I will burn it for you. "

Xia Houzhen burned the paper money, wiped his hands on his body, stood up and pulled out a knife. This broken knife has some weight and is inserted quite deeply. Xia Houxi carefully lifted the knife up, but somehow, he accidentally moved the handle. A cold needle as thin as a cow's hair ejected from the tail of the handle, rubbing Xia Hou's nose into the branch above.

Xiahou was startled, and he let go of his hand and fell to Tang Lan's tomb. The word "Qianji" in the blade's body came into view.

"Senior, you don't want to borrow my knife, you can't kill me. However, I really have a bad temper. If you don't give it, I want it!" Xia Houzhen jumped up, rubbing his fists and twisting the handle After shooting all the silver needles inside, he pulled out the knife, put it in the leather bag brought with him, carried it behind him, and returned to the same way.

The mountain is very big and high into the sky. At the foot of the mountain is the village of Garan, where farmers and knives are living. Sometimes the assassins will be recharged there. Along the Yangchang Mountain Road to reach the mountainside is the Galanshan Temple, and the assassins' huts are scattered around the mountain temple. Looking down from the mountain at night, like the stars scattered in the sky at night, under each lamp is an assassin holding a knife. But most of the time, no one was on the mountainside except abbot and Xia Houyi. The whole mountain temple seemed to sizzle, but no fire was seen. Xia Houyu wandered in the empty mountains like a rook, looking for a place with a wide field of vision to see the stars in the sky, and when he was tired, he fell asleep, and woke up again during the day.

Now the mountain temple lay quietly in the dusk, and the dark old tiles were stained with gold. In the middle of the year, most of the assassins were running outside, and some of them may not know that they died at that corner. The mountain temple fell alone in the crowd of ancient woods, like a clumsy old man who couldn't speak, half of the building had been ruined, revealing the rough ebony skeleton, and faint traces of burnt out.

That's what he burned. When he was a child, he set off firecrackers and fired into the haystack in front of the mountain temple, where the abbot was absent. Xia Houyi was hung under the mountain gate and blew all night, and never dared to touch firecrackers ever again.

By the way, he hit a pheasant, climbed up the mountain road, passed the gate of the mountain temple, bypassed a section of thorn bush, and ran towards his house. His house is a bamboo building built out of bamboo. There is no place for hospitality. The main house is divided into two halves. The only room was used for stowage. The kitchen was under the shed.

Xia Houzhen hadn't got up yet. Xia Houzhen plucked the pheasant, washed it, and put it in the pot. He has known this pot for a long time. Since he was eight years old, he has mastered the knack of standing on the bench to keep the balance between wind and rain, holding a large spoon of cooking in both hands, and being able to cook in a cauldron by the way.

He was raised by Xia Hou like a cat and a dog, and it is not easy to grow up smoothly and smoothly to this day. Before the age of eight was the fastest time for him to live. At that time Xia Houzhen was not assured that he stayed alone on the mountain and brought him down every time he went down the mountain. When Xia Houyi went to the assassination, he was put in the shopkeeper of the inn restaurant. When he woke up, Xia Houyi returned and often brought him roasted sweet potatoes. Two people, one large and one small, squatted on the edge of the threshold and scooped sweet potatoes. Xiahou pouted his mouth tenderly. The sweet potatoes were too hot, and they often had to blow for a while before they dared to speak. Xia Houzhen was not afraid of hotness, and he lied to him to help him blow, but with one mouth, half of the sweet potatoes disappeared. Xia Houyu cried a lot, Xia Houyu laughed and fell straight, acting like a trick, and took out a sweet potato from the back and handed it to Xia Houyu.

Xia Houyi did more than that. She delighted in scaring Xia Houyu. From an early age, he was told that children would become dark with drinking tea, and become stupid when drinking tea. The pancreas moisturizing on the body without bathing would cause rotten sores, and the missing teeth would lose their teeth when they did not grow back in time. In this way, Xia Houxi grew up in a daunting moment, and often had nightmares full of teeth.

This is a thing of the past. After eight years of age, Xia Houyi never took Xia Houyi down the mountain.

The scent of the pheasant tickled Xiahou. She had no hair, and her long black hair was scattered behind her. She stepped on a wooden clog and walked to the side of the pot. When she extended her hand, she tore off a chicken leg.

"Sword art is not good, but the cooking is good. I'll talk to the old immortal, let you go to the village to be a cook."

"roll!"

Xia Houyi sautéed two dishes and put a pot of wine, Xia Houyi ate with satisfaction. The wine is full of rice, Xia Hou is about to be about the time, and tentatively said: "Mother, I think ..."

Xia Houyi did not wait for him to finish, and waved his hand: "Exempt, don't think about it."

"I haven't said it yet!"

"Know what you are going to say," Xia Houyi said as he flossed his teeth. "I want your mother to accompany you to get that little master out, right?"

"It's truly my mother, and she and her mother are all in one heart." Xiahou poured her wine charmingly.

"Forget it, people don't want to come out at all."

"That was his fascination for a while. Mother, you do n’t know, he was born to study. Mr. Dai Shengyan, have you heard that, praise him as 'beautiful and talented', 'Wen chase Han Liu, Shi Bi Li Du' It is a pity that he didn't go to study? "These are actually the words of Dai Shengyan who praised Li Dongyang for everyone. Xia Houyi planted them on Shen Ye, and he hoped Xia Houyi would agree.

Xia Houyi was unmoved.

"I'll ask Master Qiu to accompany me." Xia Houyu chopsticks.

"Do you think Brother Qiu can promise you?" Xia Houxi hummed.

Xia Houyi: "..."

"Go on your own if you can, what is it to find an elder to help you?"

Xia Houyu was silent for a while, and he tilted his head and said, "What path have you paved for me? You haven't managed me since I was young. At the age of eight, if Master Qiu had not taken me back, I would have starved to death It ’s here. ”Xia Houzhen was eight years old, and Xia Houzhen hung him on the mountain. He could n’t do anything. He sat in the room crying so darkly that he could n’t speak until he was hungry. After picking him back to his yard to feed water and food, he didn't starve to death.

Xiahou was ashamed, and said, "I can just ask for my own life at the age of eight, and I think you can do it. I have also taught you how to cook and cook before you leave. You don't do well."

"And my brother." Xia Houyi lowered his fingers and pinched his fingers. "If it were not for Moga, I would not know that I have a twin brother."

Xia Houyi didn't speak for a long time. Xia Houyi looked up at her. She held the wine glass and didn't know what she was thinking. Xia Houfu lowered her head again and poked her mouth, and said, "I asked him about the black-faced Buddha crest. I'm going to find him. "

There is a huge cliff south of Niubishan, which is cut vertically like an axe, but the straight cliff is not cut out, and a huge Buddha statue with two hands folded is vaguely exposed. Niubishanshan stone is black, and the Buddha image is naturally black, assassins call it black-faced Buddha.

Xia Houyi had only seen it from afar, not that he hadn't moved his mind to play, but that he was too steep to go at all. I don't know how his brother and abbot got up and down.

"Take a picture of yourself in the water, will you not see it?" Xiahou shouted.

This **** didn't want to go to his brother at all! Xia Houyi patted the table and said, "Mother, how can you do this! You are not afraid that he will blame you for hating you?"

"Maybe not," Xia Hou said, "Xin Xin has taught him a fool. He wouldn't say anything except to use a knife."

"..."

Xia Houzhen turned to her side, and she was still holding the wine in her hand, but she did not drink a bite. The fine hair blocked her eyes. Xia Houzhen couldn't see her expression, but it seemed that her voice was much older.

"What about going to see him? Xiaoyu, sometimes wrong is wrong, even if you have a cocoon, you can't make up for it."

"I ... I didn't say you were wrong, just a little cruel." Xia Houyi scratched his head.

"No, it is my fault to give birth to you."

Xia Hou stunned.

"Don't you say I don't care about you? Boy." Xia Houxi stood up, took out a stack of papers from the house and threw them into his arms, "I will lead you to this sale."

"Ah? Really?"

"I will keep the door for you. You go in and fight the general. Whether you win or win, I won't go in, and I won't look back. I will only do one thing, that is, kill the person who wants to go in. . "

"If I lose, who will come out?"

"Simple." Xia Houyi raised his lips, and his smile was cold and mad in the wind. "Your mother, I will die with you."