The Governor is Sick

Frightened Knife Villa, the wind came to the water.

Liu Guizang sat cross-legged on the floor with a thin, narrow-edged sword lying on his lap. There were curtains all around, swinging with the wind, like a hazy mist. Outside the water pavilion, the lush green trees stood tall, and the maid stood still in the distance, waiting for his summoning at any time.

This is the water pavilion that he is proud of. He personally supervised. Each piece of Huangshan stone was transported from thousands of miles in Anhui and piled into a snow hole rockery under his eyelids. He is here to receive the distinguished guests from all over the world, listening to their voices like listening to the connoisseur Yang Chunbaixue.

"Zhuang owner, the East China Sea Fury Gate comes to offer a sword!"

"Taihang Mountain came to present a piece of music!"

"The gentleman's knife from the West Lake came to present his music!"

He opened his eyes like a lion smashing his territory, his eyes filled with pride.

"Orders, feasts, and princes can all be happy!"

"Xie Zhuangzhu!" Everyone bowed in unison, exiting the wind for the second time.

There was a clear applause outside the curtain, and Liu Guizang turned his head, narrowed his eyes, and saw a black figure sitting on his right. He was wearing a huge hood, showing only a bit of his beard, and hiding behind the heavy curtains, even the figure flickered with the swing of the wind curtain.

"Congratulations to the owner of Liuzhuang for fulfilling his wishes. The swordsmanship of the world belongs to the knife village. You are truly the first river and lake, the master of the world."

"Don't dare to be," Liu Guizang slowly held the wine glass. "Compared to your abbot, I'm far behind."

"He lived a long time in a secluded world and has long been forgotten by the world. How can he be compared with you?"

"You're wrong," Liu Guizang said, "It's because he disappeared that no one can challenge him, and his reputation can't be surpassed. In thirty years, he killed one person in ten steps and ten in ten steps. The blood fell under his feet, like a blood lotus stepping out at every step. That scene, even if I was not killing, just listening to the old people narrating, it was like seeing with my own eyes! "

"It's all in the past."

"But he is an insurmountable myth!"

The man in black laughed lowly, "Master Liu, do you want our abbot's life?"

"As long as you are my inner response, what are you afraid of?" Liu Guizang laughed. "My friend, don't you want to be the new abbot?"

"Human, it's really greedy!" The man in black sighed. "The Buddha of the heart is a man standing on the mountain to pick up the stars. I am an ant-like person, how dare to contend with him?"

Liu Guizang sneered, "One thousand and two can buy Galo Luo's life. I wonder if three thousand or two is enough?

"Of course not enough," the man in black smiled secretly. "I'm loyal to him."

The statue of Liu Guizang heard a joke, and he laughed, "Loyal !? Qiye Jialan, who lives for money, who doesn't know? Why, three thousand is too little? Then four thousand two, you do n’t need to take a shot, just tell me where is he."

"Liu Zhuang, you know the swordsmanship of the world, but you don't know all the plants and trees of Galan." The man in black whispered, "I don't know if you have heard a legend. When the war swept the world many years ago, the people were poor. The swordsman walked around with a knife. At that time, when there was resentment among the people, they wrote the hatred people on the bricks of the temple and begged the Buddha to beg for mercy and relieve their grievances. In honor of them, they would be at the feet of the Buddha Put down a bit of food, sometimes it is a few buns covered with sporadic meat, sometimes it is a glutinous bun. The passing knifer will see the name and offering, and will eat the food inside and kill it with a knife. The enemy with that name.

Later, the group of swordsmen came together to form Garan, which was the earliest assassin. They ate under the same roof as thieves and robbers, and slept in the same bed with the girl. As long as they heard the prayers in front of the Buddha, they would travel by night with swords and hunt for thousands of miles. That was our ancestor, they were assassinated only for food and clothing. "

"Now for money, maybe the house and the woman."

"I was wrong," the man in black shook his head. "Now we are ghosts walking in the night, and by name we ask for nothing."

"In the final analysis, you just don't dare to oppose your heart." Liu Guizang looked scornfully at the man in black. "Then Xiahou's life can always be given to me."

The man in black still shook his head.

Liu Guizang was furious and stood up. "He's just a waste! If he is more and less, what will you lose?"

"Wrong again," the man in black stood up, folded his hands in front of his belly, and walked toward the depths of the forest. "He is Galo Luo's half body, and it is Galan's future. Otherwise, why am I here to come Your worm is cooperating. The true blade will be cast with hatred and will be forged with blood. Now hatred is enough, and he needs more blood. "

"What do you mean?" Liu Guizang stared in horror.

"Your blood will pave the way to the first seat of Garan." Humane in black, "I hope you will be alive when we see you next time. Goodbye, Master Liu."

When the curtain moved again, the man in black had disappeared. He walked like no trace when he came, as if the ghost was out of nowhere. Liu Guizang sweated coldly and sat down with trembling.

What does he mean, does he help himself just to let himself be killed by Xia Houyi?

Alarmist! It was a waste that his mother couldn't dare to eat out of dogs.

Liu Guizang caressed slightly with the long knife in his palm.

But the next moment, he remembered the boy's eyes on the Mayor's Street in the North, and he couldn't help shivering.

In the dense forest, the man in black moved forward slowly, his footsteps sounded strangely, as if stepping in the void, there was no sound at all.

There is a stream not far away. The girls in the yurt costumes are sleeved, their pants are tied at the edge of the stream, the sun melts, and they shine on their hands and feet like knots. They are beautiful.

"Ah, I forgot." The man in black muttered to himself, "He still lacks a woman. This woman, to be beautiful enough and gentle enough, is best to heal the pain of his bereavement. Boy, be in woman To be a real man. "

East Factory Yemen.

A fast horse rushed to the gate of Yamen, and immediately the Dongchang Fanzi in a black suit jumped down, and the fast horse behind him finally fell exhausted and wept. Fan Zi was carrying a document with the words "Flying right away". The door guards did not dare to delay and opened the door for release. Fan Zi held the document in his hands and ran all the way. He turned around the shadow wall and passed through the moon cave door to the back hall.

Shen Ye was drinking hot tea and asked, "What is it?"

Fan Zi bent over the threshold and fell to his knees on the ground. He said, "Liuzhou has been anxious for eight hundred miles. There was news that Gala Luo was killed in Jingdao Shanzhuang. The owner of Jingdao Shanzhuang Liu Guizang exposed his body to The market has also caused his dog to bite his flesh, and Galan is currently unattended. "

The hot tea fell out of her hand, poured into her arms, and the tea flowed over her body. Shen Wenxing said "Oops," and busy fetched the parcel to wipe it out for Shen Yan.

Is Gallup dead? Shen Xuan couldn't believe that the demon-like smile of the demon-like woman was still in his mind so far.

She's dead, what about Xia Hou? Shen Xun asked quickly: "What news is there for Xia Houxuan?"

"I have never seen him."

Shen Yan sat for a while, until Shen Wenxing asked him in a soft voice, "Godfather, can I change into a clean shirt?"

Shen Yan glanced at the tea stains on his clothes, shook his head, and asked, "Why did Galo Luo get killed?"

Fanzi replied: "According to inside information, it seems that the day of Galo Luo's assassination happened to be the heavy rain in Liuzhou. She was whipped for her son many years ago. The old injury was not healed for a long time. When it rained, it was drama. Killed in Tibet. "

Shen Yun was shocked. What caning, what old injury? Could it be that Xia Houzhen released his caning whistle privately five years ago? Shen Xun didn't know what it was like, like a mess, confused, confused. The old thing buried under the dust and smoke, did not expect to pull out such a tail, the death of Gala Luo, before he knew it, he even participated in a copy! How could he never have thought that in order to save him, Xiahou Aunt and his mother paid such a great price!

What about Xia Houyi? Would he regret it if he knew that he would have such consequences when he saved himself?

Would he ... unwilling to see himself again?

Shen Yan's eyes were mixed with light and dark, and his fingers pressed against the table, his fingertips were pale.

At this moment, the janitor rushed in and handed a sandalwood box. "Supervisor, the box was sent to the mother and son by the door, and said that a woman had told them half a year ago that if she did not return six months later, Take it and send the box to the East Plant. "

Shen Yan looked down at the box, and there was no expression on his face. He could only see the dense eyelashes. When he opened the box, he trembled slightly.

There was only one deed in the house. The house was in Jinggongfang, a small yard beside the Puliang Bridge behind Fuxiang Temple.

The owner's name is Xia Houyi.

Shen Mo rubbed a corner of the deed and asked, "What about the mother and son?"

Fanzi brought the mother and the child in, the two flinched together and hugged several patches on the cotton rafters, but the victory was clean. The child hid behind his mother and found a furry head. , Stunned Shen.

"Do you know the woman who gave you the box?"

"It's a heroine. She said her surname is Xiahou." The mother said softly, "My little treasure fell into the water, and it was she who rescued Xiaobao. Father, we never opened the box. I don't know what's inside, I ... ... can we go home? "

Shen asked, wondering, "You don't know what's inside, just send it, aren't you afraid of something wrong?"

"She is also a woman with children, I can see it," said the mother. "A mother-in-law cannot do bad things."

Shen Ye waved his hand, and asked Shen Wenxing to give them a few silver bars and send them out of the door. He waved everyone back, opened the curtain, turned into the back room, and put the box and Jingtie together. Under the blue light, the box's black paint was flowing with moist light. Shen Min sighed as he stroked the box.

The beloved child of the parents is far-reaching.

Senior, your wish, I heard.