The Governor is Sick

It was snowing on the mountain. Xia Houyi wrapped his sister-in-law and hugged his knees to sit under the porch and watched the snow-filled snow in the courtyard. Usually at this time, my mother returned early. The guy was afraid of the cold and was not willing to rush on in the winter. He just wanted to lie down in the bed. But nowadays, the snow on the mountain is getting heavier and he doesn't see his mother return.

She should have put on a sheath, right? When she was leaving, the leaves of the mountains were all red, and she carried the jug with a knife and swayed deep into the leaves, as if she had walked into an endless fire. Xia Houyu called her to remember to take a sheath. The "sheath" was assigned to the assassin by Galan. When the assassin succeeded or failed, the sheath would cover the assassin and escape. After all, a qualified assassin is too rare, especially a peerless sword like Xia Houyi. If any assassin has a chance, it will be a great loss for a poor organization like Galan. Xia Houzhen didn't look back, but just waved his hands, and said with an oath that this time he must have a sheath.

It has now been three years since Xia Houzhen's first independent assassination. He only knew three years ago that he had let Shen Yu run away that time, and his mother had taken 51 strokes for him. At that time, he saw Xia Houyi, who had never been so powerful, fell in front of him, and he knew that Xia Houyi was not invincible. She was a myth in his heart, but she was even more physical. Overnight, he seemed to be sensible all the time, obediently doing business, no longer complaining.

In three years, he broke three knives. Assassins other than Kalan Babu have no name. Jianghu people used to call them sword swords, but Xiahou changed his sword every year. No one knows who the unnamed assassin is. Someone secretly called it. He is an unknown ghost.

Xiahou looked at the empty courtyard for a long time, and was distracted for no reason. He got up and went into Xia Houyi's room, and rummaged through her papers. The books were piled up at the bedside, most of them were words she didn't know where to collect them. It took Xia Houyu a while to find her assassination paper.

The fly's head was densely packed in lowercase, and Xia Houzhen lit a lamp and sat before the case.

Xia Houyi is going to kill Liu Guizang, the owner of Liuzhou Jingdao Shanzhuang. The name Xia Houyi has heard that he is a recognized master of swordsmanship on the rivers and lakes, and a disciple of the descendants of the Qi family sword. After accepting the apprentice, he became famous all over the world, and no one dared to face his blade.

But when Xia Houyi heard the name, those people were not praising the person's great achievements. You know, the rumors and rumors in the world are not fascinating, and the peach-colored coats are generally not spread.

To say that Liu Gui hid outside for most of his life, but planted in his backyard. His wives are in groups, and the emperor is older than the emperor. He treats women well, and he has no skill to split himself, so he often lets the opera team sing songs in Zhuangzi to relieve their wives and concubines.

However, one day, a little-loved little sister-in-law listened to The West Chamber, and determinedly ran away with a disciple in Zhuangzi. Liu Guizang was furious, chased after thousands of miles, chased from Liuzhou to Shuobian, and arrested the two at the last moment they were about to go out. He took the man to the top of Mount Taishan and confounded his ashes, and sunk the woman's corpse to the East China Sea, so that they could not meet if they died.

This story has been passed for a while, some of the tongue-wrenching willows are cruel and ruthless, and some sympathize with the miserable end of the men and women, until Li Guifei in the palace gave birth to His Royal Highness, the emperor Dragon Heart joyfully pardoned the world, The people's attention was diverted, and this matter was over.

Xia Houyi thought that Liu Guizang was just a good face. The little sister was not favored in the courtyard, but was so desperately killed. After all, it was because she gave Liu Guizang the reputation of a green-headed turtle king bastard.

I just do n’t know how the sword master is better than Xia Houyi? The abbot once said that his mother's sword had no hate, no hate, no ruthlessness, and the image of life and death. Although Xia Houyi was not accustomed to learning and practice, he didn't understand what the abbot was saying at all, but this should be to say that his mother is very powerful.

The snow was getting more and more urgent. The sound of gurgling was overwhelming, and Xia Houyan pulled his shoes to open the window.

Liuzhou, night, heavy rain.

Trees in the dense forest, tall beech like ghosts. Assassin walked through the forest, panting, every step pressing a **** footprint on the wet rotten leaves.

Behind her, dozens of loyal disciples were chasing after each other, with a knife in their hands as cold as snow.

What about the sheath? What about her responders?

After running for a long time, it was expected that the people who should have appeared did not show up, and for the first time in the eyes of the assassin, there was surprise.

The pain in her shoulders and back was like burning fire, and the wounds on her waist, arms, and thighs were like hollows one after another. Her little blood and strength rushed out. As if the disciples of Jing Dao Shan Zhuang were unclear about the prophet, she laid an ambush on every path of her escape.

She finally stopped, and the endless sky poured down thousands of rain arrows, each tied to her overwhelmed shoulder.

Pain, unforgettable pain.

The disciples circled around, the cold blade pointed at the end of the assassin.

"You have no way to go, Gallo, let's grab it!"

For years, she hadn't heard anything like this for a long time. The last time I heard it was fifteen years ago, more than thirty people surrounded her path. With a transverse wave, she cut off the heads of fifteen people, pierced the hearts of seven people, and cut off the hands and feet of eight people. Out of blood, as if **** Shura.

Become famous in World War I. From then on, Galo Luo was synonymous with Sensen Yan Luo. As soon as the people in the world saw Yoko, they would know that their death was coming.

She chuckled, as usual, arrogant and extravagant, "No way to go? The road to life and death is the same way, I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

The transverse wave knife ran across the chest, as if an arc of moonlight, the assassin was ready to go, each knife must cut off a skull.

"Slow!" A deep voice suddenly sounded.

The disciples backed away from each other, giving way to a narrow road. In the heavy rain, a tall man approached slowly with a knife.

"Your enemy is me, Gala Luo." Liu Guizang stopped and stood three feet away from Xia Houyu. This is the safest and fastest distance to attack. Their sword is only three feet long, and the knife cannot reach this distance, but they are not too far away from the three feet. As long as they step forward, the battle will start immediately.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, I know you will come sooner or later. I am the first sword in the world, naturally I will be assassinated by your first assassin." Liu Guizang is a burly middle-aged man with gray hair and wrinkles on his face. Like a gully, his eyes were gloomy and sharp. When he looked at others, he was always reminiscent of Ying Zhun.

"Sorry," Xia Houyi raised a provocative smile. "The first assassin in the world is me, and the first sword in the world is me."

"It's really arrogant." Liu Guizang smiled very lightly, his smile was very stiff, as if pulling his mouth upwards, "What name is given by the world, it is not important whether you are the first in the world. The key is What are those stupid pigs and donkeys looking at? I'm curious about your sword, but I won't be defeated by you, you are destined to die here. So the world will know that it was I Liu Guizang who killed you Gallou. "

Xia Hou smirked, with irritating taunts on the corners of his eyes and brows, "Hey, ugly, do you know why you can't make the first sword of the day?"

Liu Guizang didn't mind what Xia Houzhen called him and asked, "Why?"

"To be the first sword in the world, of course, you must first become a sword. If you have so many wry minds, you still deserve to be an individual!" Xia Houxi was slightly short, flung forward like a leopard, Hengbo and Liu Guizang They collided and splattered sharp sword light.

Liu Guizang leaned back and took another blow from Xia Houzhen, saying: "A good assassin with a heart in mind. Don't you want to know, why did you die here?"

Xia Houyi dismissed, "I have no time to talk to you, and there is a fool waiting for me to eat at home, your grandpa, I will hurry!"

Suddenly, Daoguang shrouded Liu Guizang, and the heavy rain seemed to be afraid of Xia Hou's row of mountains and a continuous stream of swords, avoiding the sharp blade. Liu Guizang's eyes couldn't keep up with Xia Houyi's knife, and he could only escape the thunderous kill by relying on his perceptual and dangerous sense of accumulation for many years.

This is impossible, impossible! Xia Houzhen has already been covered all over the body, how can he still be so agile?

In the night, the woman's eyes were like the eyes of a demon, and every movement, even the next movement, could be seen through it. But after all, she is not a demon. Liu Guizang calmly feels her breath and sword. She is human and she will be tired and exhausted.

Sure enough, Xia Houyi finally couldn't survive. The knife edge was interrupted, and there was an omission in the dense knife method. The ferocity of the genius was just a flash in the pan, a glance back, Liu Guizang seized the opportunity, and sent a knife at Xia Hou's heart.

Xia Hou bit his teeth and blocked the desperate knife at the cost of his shoulders, then raised his left hand to shoot the arrow in his sleeve. Short arrows cut through the night and pierced into Liu Guizang's right eye.

He forgot that she was a swordsman and an assassin.

Liu Guizang screamed in pain, and his disciples supported him to fall. Xia Houyu leaned on the trunk while panting and laughing, "This is all right, it has become a one-eyed ugly monster."

"Come here, kill this woman!" Liu Guizang stared at Xia Houyi with the remaining eyes, growling grimly, "Broken his head, divided his limbs, left the dead market, exposed to the wind, the people laughed and let all Everyone knows the end of Gallou! "

The disciples rushed up like raptors rushing at their prey. Xia Hou yelled, like a lone wolf born to death, like Shura born from blood, slashing the night with a sword.

There is no star in the dark sky, only countless fierce raindrops hit the face.

She remembered many years ago that she was standing on top of a black-faced Buddha, and a monk in black came behind her.

"You should give me Xia Houyi too."

"Hey, dead bald donkey, don't tell me you have to regret it."

"You are invincible because you have nothing to worry about. You wave the transverse wave just like you wave your arm. Now that the transverse wave has an obstacle, it will become heavy, and you will never be able to wave it again one day."

The black-faced Buddha crest can overlook the whole mountain. Xiahou Hou looks up and looks at the distance. Songtao rushes like the sea tide, the tide rises and falls, one after another. She exhausted her eyes and seemed to see the afterimage of a dirty child jumping among the trees. Suddenly there was a ripple of breeze sweeping through the water in her eyes, and every wave mark hid an indescribable tenderness, an expression she had never seen before.

"What are you afraid of?" She remembered when she said, "Someday he will become the man of the day, so I don't have to wave the waves."

Blood and rain splashed on his face, the sound of the flesh tearing was so close. She saw the disciples' faces with fear, some fierceness, and some madness. They fought in the heavy rain, you come and go, endlessly.

This was the last time she waved a knife. For a moment, she seemed to see the child with stars in her eyes.

"Little sister-"

Promise me not to be afraid. From now on, you will be alone and fight all night. But even if the storm is dark and the darkness is iron, enemies and thorns will be crushed into mud by your feet.

May your sword be invincible, rain and wind intact, and in the deepest part of the long night, you will see dawn.

A five-handed knife struck her left arm, and a three-handed knife hit the calf. She fell to her knees all at once, with countless sharp blades piercing her body behind her. She fell to the ground with **** head, and Heng Bo fell on the disciples' feet and was trampled into the mud. With the last trace of strength, Xia Houyi pulled out the dagger around his waist and slashed it across his face. The knife on his back was no longer cut, and the disciples switched to fetters, kicks, and tramples. In this way, more people can join the crusade against Gallou. The bones of the whole body had been broken, and the broken left hand Lang hung on her body. When the disciples turned her over, she had been out of breath for a long time.

Liu Guizang ordered the disciples to pull her up, and the two disciples held one of Galaro's hands and stood her up. However, his left hand suddenly broke, and Gallo's body crooked again. The disciples supported her by the waist and lifted her up again.

Liu Guizang picked up the transverse waves on the ground and cut off Gala Luo's head with one stroke.