The Governor is Sick

The black-faced Buddha is actually a cliff, soaring into the clouds, with strange rocks, black rocks and weeds. Seen from a certain distance, the shape of a giant Buddha sitting cross-legged can be seen faintly. Standing at its feet, as if you could hear the ancient Buddhist sounds of Huang Zhongda Lu, people have an urge to bow down.

Winter snow days, heavy snow permeated the entire mountain, including the black-faced Buddha. Its neck and head were submerged on Zhi Baiyun, and the body was covered with thick white snow, as if wearing a white badger, holy and solemn.

Xia Houyi climbed up against the cold wind, and he had very little luggage, but a few cold buns with a transverse wave, a few flint and a rope. Thin snow accumulates on the eyelashes, like white crow feathers. Xia Houyu walked without even feeling his feet.

He had gone home before. The bamboo building, which had been cleared for a while, lost one person and became more and more like a ruin.

He sometimes forgets that her mother is gone, and gets up in the morning to knock on the door of her house and wants to call her to get up. Cook for two and place two bowls. He used to live alone in a bamboo house, but now he is at a loss.

He would sit all night under the eaves, and the mountains would be silent in the night, as if the world was empty, and he was alone. He felt like a wolf that had just learned to hunt. He stepped into the rough forest alone for the first time and was bitten by the enemy. He thought he could return home to be soothed by the she-wolf, but found that the nest was gone, and he hurt No matter how painful and painful it is, I won't get the comfort I want.

Everyone told him that people are always dying, especially their fate hanging on the tip of their swords and their heads tied to their belts. The number of dead assassins was endless, and none of the dead bodies stacked under the knife grave was dead.

But they forgot that those assassins had no children, lived alone, and died alone. Even if there is no such person in the world suddenly, no one will miss it.

Xia Houyu has children. This is proof that she was alive. In addition to Xia Houyu in this world, no one will be sad for her in the dead of night, no one will hold her knife and walk alone in the snowy night. So there is only Xia Houyi, and only he can avenge her.

Xia Houyi looked at the palm of his hand and thought silently, yeah, it was only him.

It took him a day to climb to the shoulder of the black-faced Buddha. Night had already come, and he did not intend to climb any further, and he made a fire in the ear hole of the black-faced Buddha, and decided to make a night here.

The night was vast black, and a little blue at the end. Shirayuki covered the entire mountain, looking from the shoulder of the black-faced Buddha, as if foggy, and like smoke from nowhere, permeated the depths of the mountain. Occasionally a few lights lit up brightly, scattered all over the mountain, like lonely fireflies, like stars falling from the sky.

He quickly found the direction of his bamboo building, which was trapped in a deep darkness, deadly silence. He erected Xia Houyi's coat of arms there, and if her soul could be recovered, she would find her favorite burning knife in front of the tomb.

Xia Houyu caressed the horizontal wave in her arms and closed her eyes slowly.

Suddenly, a long snoring sound came, and Xia Houzhen slammed. It was scary to suddenly hear blowing in these empty places. Going out of the cave, looking up and looking up, there was nothing so dark. The snoring sound was not too close to him, and the wind and whining wind came, like the whisper of a ghost wandering on the plain in ancient times.

Is he blowing? Xia Houyi was sitting beside the fire and thinking wryly. is it him? That man, his blood brother.

This snoring image has an unknown power, flowing quietly along the rocks on the black-faced Buddha, spreading far and far. Suddenly he felt that in the middle of the cold night, another person like him was looking at the dark snowy mountains. That was also a lonely child. He has lived on this snow top for seventeen years.

He has never met with Perseverance. Even if they are flesh brothers, or even twins who fall from their mother's arms at the same time, they are still strangers. He does not know what Perseverance usually does. What, what do you hate. The mother said that perseverance is a fool. Uncle Duan said that perseverance is the genius of swordsmanship.

But he knew now.

Perseverance is his brother, who is with him looking at the snowy mountains in the dark night.

He fell asleep with a long snoring pillow, and for a while, he seemed to see the young man on the top of the snow, with the same face as him, and his distant eyes fell through the vast snow and fell on him.

The next day, Xia Houyi wrapped his big cock, let the hood cover his face firmly, and set off again to the mountain. Today's snow is a lot lighter, and Xia Houyi did not climb so hard. After climbing for about half an hour, Xia Houyu finally reached the top of the black-faced Buddha.

The local committee is not too big, you can see the cliff in a few steps. A few thatched huts were set up in the large open space of Ding Dian, forming a small small courtyard. On the outside is a fence that seems to fall down with a push. There are several flowerpots placed against the wall, and the flowers inside are frozen to death.

Xia Hou shouted: "Anyone?"

No one answered.

Is it not on the mountain? Impossible, last night I heard the kid blowing.

Xia Houyi shouted again, but no one answered. Xia Houyi simply turned over the fence and pierced the window paper to peek inside. The furnishings of the main house are very simple. A fire box, a boxy table, clothes stacked on the bedside, washed clean, a few pairs of boots and cloth shoes on the wall, and a pair of teeth dancing on the wall. Tiger big kite.

Just nobody.

Mother said he was a fool who only knew how to practice knives. Shouldn't this fool be afraid of strangers, just run away when he sees someone?

Xiahou walked around the house a few times, looked around, and suddenly found a cave near the cliff, which was covered by a dead creeper. No wonder he hadn't found it.

Xia Houyu entered the cave and walked dozens of steps along the winding path, his eyes suddenly opened up. Here is the size of a training ground, a stone bed on the other side, and a man in white on the bed.

The man in white was sitting with his back to Xia Houyu, as if facing his wall. He was very thin, and seemed to have only one thin long cymbal, which was almost like Xia Houyi in two seasons.

"That ... uh, tired of it?" Xia Hou murmured.

The man in white turned slowly, and Xia Houxi finally saw his face. It really was exactly the same face as Xia Houyi, except that there was a scar on Xia Houyi's eyes, it was almost the same.

But no one would ever confess the two of them because of the very different eyes.

Standing up, looking up to Xia Houyu, his eyes were large and black, clear and clear like an obsidian, as if reflecting the ever-changing sky and clouds.

"Who," he asked.

"My name is Xia Houyi," Xia Houyi stuttered nervously. "Well, I don't know if I have told you that you have one ..."

Before the words were over, Xia Houyi's pupils suddenly shrank, and his eyes reflected a sharp approaching cold blade!

What the hell!

Xia Hou rushed away, scrambling to avoid the sharp blade that rubbed his face and pierced the stone wall, holding his wrists for a turn, the next move had already broken in an instant!

So fast. Xia Houyu only had this sentence in his mind.

Persistent hate is like a mysterious ghost. The long knife in his hand seems to be part of his body. Xia Houyi can't even see how he drew the knife, but can only dodge his head with instinct to avoid it. There are already many wounds of different shades on the body. If it was not thick, it would have been **** on the spot!

"Those who have reached the summit without an abduction order, kill."

"I'm your brother!" Xia Houxi cried.

I don't care about anorexia, I just keep going out. Xia Houzhen calmed down quickly, Hengbo came out of the scabbard, and he would catch the abstaining knife on his head. He opened the hood on his face with his left hand and shouted at him, "Look, Lao Tzu is your brother!"

Persistently visibly stayed, looking at Xia Houyi's face stubbornly.

Xia Houyi looked angrily at the crippled crippled **** who was tired of scratching. Cotton wool leaked out of the wound, flowing while walking, his heart grinning with pain. He only brought such a mule, how can the cotton wool be wiped out if it is all gone?

"Brother?" Suddenly he was puzzled.

It seems that the abbot, the old bald donkey, has not mentioned it with perseverance. Xia Hou sighed.

Zheng was wondering how to explain to the disgust. He held up a finger and poked Xia Houyi's face, and asked, "Is my brother the same person as me? Are you another me?"

Xia Hou's eyes widened.

This **** ... is really a fool.

Xia Houyu took the boss to explain to him that he wasn't another one. He said "oh" and lowered his head. Xia Houyu saw a slight disappointment in his eyes.

Perseverance is a very special person. He is seventeen years old, as tall as Xia Houyi, but still like an older child. He was raised at the top of a black-faced Buddha since he was little, and he rarely went down the hill. Basically, he went down to kill people. He was totally unreasonable, and it was not clear what the concept of "brother" was.

Xia Houyi communicated with him. He had to explain what "brother" and "brother" were before he could understand.

Xia Houyu stood up against the black-faced Buddha. He cleaned up the kitchen. He heated the stovetop at night and slept on the side of the stove. He didn't feel cold. He has very few bored words, hardly speaks, and is in a daze for most of the day. No one knows what is in his head. He likes to sit on the branch of an old tree near the cliff and look into the distance. Xia Houyi asked him if he wanted to go down and look at it, but he shook his head when he was tired. He said that the world is not as beautiful as the mountain.

Xia Houyu sometimes felt that the boredom was a lone wolf staring at the sky. When he overlooked the mountain, his eyes were always lonely and empty.

But his sword skills are really good. His sword is called "Moment", and his speed is as fast as his name.

The battle against boredom, the victory is determined immediately, because no one's knife can pass him.

Perseverance speaks well, and lets him do whatever he wants. Xia Houyi asked him to teach himself swordsmanship, and he agreed without any hesitation. Two people stood in the open space in the cave, surrounded by wild grass, and they stood facing each other with swords.

Xia Hou yelled loudly, and the transverse wave came out of the sheath, and the water was sparkling. Standing in disgust, he looked at him silently, waited for him to move closer, moved his left hand, and strode forward. Xia Houzhen didn't see how he made the knife and how he closed it, but felt that the waist was cold, and he looked down, full of blood.

This **** ...

"Hang tired, you are sick! You actually got your hands on it!" Xia Houzhen collapsed and hugged his waist, found the medicine box and wrapped himself in bandages. Fortunately, Xueding was cold and his blood flow was unpleasant.

"Don't practice anymore?" Looked at him in dismay.

Xia Houyi looked up and saw him in a dumb look, and asked, "Don't you just want to kill me?"

Sitting beside him with disgust, "or else?"

"..."

Suddenly what Xia Houyi understood, he asked hard: "How did you practice with others before?"

"The abbot will find someone to fight with me. For the first time, I will look for the Western Scimitar Acha. His knife is very beautiful, inlaid with gold, and it will glow under the moonlight." He looked tired of his memory, "but he was not enough Quickly, I killed him with one stroke. The second time was the Snowy Double Eagle, a couple. I used three strokes to kill the man and the woman. They committed suicide. The third time was a tadpole whose sword was very It's six feet long. This time I used six strokes. The fourth abbot found ten people to fight with me. They didn't report their names. They seemed to come from different places and the techniques were very different. That time was difficult. It took me twenty tricks to kill them. "

Xia Houyun was a little sad. He realized that Perseverance might just be a knife forged by the abbot. This knife was thoughtless, so ignorant and fearless, he could do who the abbot wanted to kill.

He wondered why the abbot was so cruel. Perhaps all the people in this world are like this. With power and power in hand, all living beings are ants. He is sad and happy, he loves and hates him, and he is born and dead. What about his own son is no different from the ants and insects around him. Did Liu Guizang think so when he trampled on his mother-in-law? The strongest assassin in the world died under his sword and was stabbed by his dog to eat meat. Was he happy in his heart, such as sitting in the clouds? ?

It's ridiculous that a person must use blood and white bones as stepping stones to reach the top and to win the world.

Xia Houyi clenched his fists, and a fierce gas rushed to the top of his head. "Since they can, I haven't tried it? Why don't you just kill me and let me do whatever I want, and run wild! It's the sword that drank the blood and made great achievements. What about killing? "

A pot of cold water was poured on the head, which drove Xia Houyi thoroughly from head to toe. Xia Houyi yelled angrily: "What are you doing!"

"You're stunned." Slowly, he let down the basin.

Xia Hou wiped the water on his face, don't overdo it.

"It's so earth-shattering, not everything can be satisfactory." Chi Yan said.

Xia Houyi was a little surprised, and the fool who was tired of it could say such a thing. He turned to look at the disgust. The expression of disgust was as indifferent as ever, and the obsidian eyes were as quiet as water.

Xia Houyi suddenly realized that perhaps he was not ignorant of his dislike. He probably knew everything, but the sorrows and sorrows of this world could not get into his eyes.

Suspenseful, he continued: "A mother is dead, can't you recognize another one?"

All Xia Houyi's words were blocked in his stomach by this sentence. He looked tired and said, "Did I say something wrong?", And said weakly, "Forget it, what do I care about you?" Shoot this guy with a lack of mentality, "Next time I will bring you this" discipline "," Jin Ping Mei "or something, take a good look, don't be like a fool every day, later go down the mountain and lie How's it going? "

Nodded obediently.