The Governor is Sick

Xia Houyu drank water in the kitchen, Tang XVII was chopping on the door, and the door was wormed by several holes. Tang XVII cut out the small holes, and said, "Boss, you are tired and disappeared in Shuobei. "

Xia Houyi turned his back to him, didn't speak, but stopped the action of shui. There was silence all around, the little flying insects came buzzing, the night was dark, the scattered stars flickered slightly, and the air smelled of dirt and flowers.

Tang Shiqi felt embarrassed, and he opened his mouth and said, "Ah, yes, boss, you must not go out these days. You Galan has fallen badly, and many people have been arrested during this time. Some people say that Shen I caught it so quickly and accurately because there was a spy in Galan. You are also on the list. Did you see your portrait on the city wall? A few months ago, I was careless and was found by Dongchang. Fortunately, my life is huge. "Tang Shichi opened his collar and asked Xia Houyi to watch his arrow wounds." You are quite respectable. Dongchang hunts down Galan assassin. You are the top of the wanted list! "

Xia Houyi glanced back at Tang Shiqi's injury. The wound was scabby, but he could also see the danger when he hit the arrow. He was known about Dongchang's arrest. He was not blind. He returned from Tianshan all the way to the Central Plains, and posted his wanted orders in cities and towns along the way. There are other assassins, and Garan's eight books are on the list. The true features of other assassins have never been revealed, only of which has his portrait, which is also his most prominent.

He went to the Tianshan Mountain without hiding the blue, and never stayed at the blue station on the way. Fortunately, when he crossed the river, he passed by a station and saw Dongchang Fanzi surrounded the house. He pulled out the people one by one and pressed them under the sun. There were more and more people watching, and Fanziwei's adult wall did not allow them to approach. Fanzi squeezed people on the ground one by one, about examining the human skin mask. The **** in charge took a round tour and said: "The governor has orders, the Galancans, one is not left!"

They dragged the Garan dark pile and the implicated underworld to the river, throwing them into the river one by one. The waves were raging, people went in like dumplings, and occasionally a black head popped up, which was quickly swallowed by the Pentium river.

The horseman passed by him, he asked, "Dare to ask my lord, is it also the man who ordered the killing of the unknown ghost?"

The head of the squad gave him a sideways glance, and threw the wanted order on his face. "The governor himself approves, will there be leave?"

He seized the wanted order on his face, and painted a pen-and-hook portrait on it with a pen to write the word "kill", as if it had been painted with blood, fierce and rampant.

At this moment, he looked at the scars on Tang Shiqi and finally believed. It turned out that an uninvolved Galan chaos party also included him.

Is Shen Ye looking for him? He didn't think about this possibility. It's just that Shen Wei didn't know that he would die in July and a half, and he couldn't do without Galan.

Time flies and hearts change. Uncle Duan, who grew up watching him, could kill his mother, and his former friends could become enemies.

He turned back in silence, put the water scoop on the table, moved his hand, accidentally knocked down the dishes in the tray, and crackled to the ground. He squatted down and picked the broken pieces into a tray. The pieces were sharp and made a cut in his hand. He didn't feel like it and continued to pick.

Tang Shixi busied him to stop him, but heard him mutely: "You don't know something, Shen and I are brothers who have lived and died together."

Tang Seventeen first stumbled, then patted the table fiercely, and said, "You say this is awkward! Although he is a court hawk, you are a messy party. But anyway, he died together, how could he do that? To you! Well, I really do n’t know people well! Do n’t introduce it, boss, let ’s not mingle with the adulterers who are waiting for the glory of the charming master! Maybe later generations will also seal our name of a righteous man who resists the righteousness! ”

Xia Houzhen still said nothing. He took the bandage and sat on the threshold to wrap his hands. Tang Shishi was afraid to speak. Xia Houzhen seemed to be under heavy pressure. When he sat under the sky, it seemed that the whole night was pressing on his shoulder. The wind was blowing, the leaves were ringing, and the shadows of the world were shaking. Tang Qiqi held the plantain by his legs, plucked the leaves, and tore them into sections.

"Dongchang and Galan have not been separated for a long time. For so many years, Galan has killed many people in Dongchang, and Eastern has also killed many people. I am the most assassin of Galan. He is the governor of Dongchang and he wants to kill me. Not surprising. "Xia Houxi said with a bowed head." Master said before that I still have a chance. "He smiled." There is no vitality. Assassins never have vitality. "

Tang Shiqi didn't know how to comfort him, stuttering: "Hey, boss, don't you think so!"

Xia Houyi continued, "I may not be able to come out again this time when I return to Garan. My dark nests in Liuzhou, Suzhou and Hangzhou, as well as the silver in the ticket number, are yours. You take the silver out early , Or else I wo n’t be able to take it when I kill my heart. "

"Hey, boss, how embarrassed ..."

"If you are free, when Garan disbands, you can go to the mountain to see if I can find my body. Cut down my head and give it to the East Factory." Xia Houxi said slowly, and he said plainly when he said this. No waves, no change in expression, as if talking about how to chop a chicken.

"Boss, you are crazy!" Cried Tang Shishi.

Xia Houyi shook his left hand. The bandage was not very comfortable, and he had a light pain when he fisted. His heart was a little sore and a little painful, but his heart seemed to be numb after being tortured for a long time. Neither the soreness nor the pain could spread to the whole heart, like a man twisting a corner with his fingertips, there was only a small place, But so real.

"When Shen Yan first entered the palace, I was thinking of saving him, letting him continue to study, taking an examination, and being the grandfather who entered the temple. When I first saw the boredom, I also wanted to remove him from the black face. The Buddha's crest was brought down to let him understand the world and don't become a knife. But I now know that my mother can't do anything. "Xia Hou smiled, his smile was very light, like a brush With a sorrow of grief, "Shen Yun is very strong and difficult to deal with. I can only help him a little, but a little bit."

"Boss, I don't know how to say you. It ’s only a matter of giving away money and money. Why are there people giving it away? You do n’t want the whole body?" Tang Shichi sighed.

"Sinful people, don't bother." Xia Houxi stood up on his knees, waved his hands behind his back, "sleep."

Tang XVII opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after all.

They have such desperate people today and tomorrow, but they don't really believe in God or Buddha. But after a long night, I can't help but hold a little bit of fear, some people will string Xingyue Bodhi and wear it, some people will go to the temple to donate some silver, at least pray that they do n’t go to **** and be dug Punishment with eyes cut nose.

Fathers who commit felony sins should fall into infernal hell. Tang Shichi knew that Xia Houzhen was not unbelieving, not afraid, but he just determined that his fate was a stern and wild soul.

He gave up this life and also the afterlife.

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The mountain temple was more and more broken, the tiles were lifted in half, and the decaying mule was barely exposed, like the bones of a carrion. The wall was originally yellow with red ink on it. Now it was painted off, mottled, like an old woman's face painted with thick powder. There are also many large and small black footprints, half of which are masterpieces of Xia Houyi's childhood. A weed grows along the wall, and a small yellow wild flower dotted with stars.

Under the wide eaves, a red lacquered low table and two small benches were placed. The paint on the table was a lot off, one leg was shorter, and a few bricks were placed under it, barely keeping balance and not shaking. A small purple sand pot and two blue-and-white porcelain bowls were missing on the table. They were the abbot's most valuable thing. Xia Houzhen rarely saw him use it. The poor people are like this. With good things, they hide and hold them. When the baby gives them, they are even poorer because they are afraid that they will disappear.

Xu Xin was still wearing his black urn, sitting on a small stool with his hands in a cage, waiting for a long time. Xia Houzhen sat down opposite him, and the abbot held the teapot. The tea soup was poured into Xia Houyu's tea bowl, and the froth tumbled up and down in the hot boiling water.

"Do you know what I am doing? Are you waiting for me?" Xia Houxi whispered.

"Drink tea." Wu Xin didn't answer, picking up a copper pipe from the ground, and the pipe has been around for a long time, but I can see that it is well preserved, and the pipe that is longer than the arm is shiny. Glowing. He filled the leaves in the pot, choked his mouth, and spit out a stream of white mist.

Xia Houyi was a little surprised. He never knew that the abbot would smoke.

Xia Houyi drank a cup of tea. He didn't know how to taste tea, and only drank it. The bitter liquid flowed into the chest along the cavity. The whole heart beat in the hot tea. It started to rain, it was a drizzle like a ox hair, and in autumn, the mountain always liked to rain like this. For the first time, he and the abbot sat face to face and drank tea from a smoking pipe. The smell of the smoke was sweet and not unpleasant. Seeing such a scene, people who do not know will think that they are fathers and sons with deep affection, not enemies with deep sea-like hatred.

He looked at the man on the opposite side, his eyes frowning, and when he lowered his eyes, the contour of his eyebrows cast a shadow on his eyes, his beard was white, and his wrinkles were deep, which was the result of long-term thinking. His heart was unexpectedly quiet, as if today he only came to drink tea with Xinxin, gossip about when it was raining or dry in Liaoshan.

"You originally chose me. Why should you let it go?"

He raised his head and looked at the drizzle in the mountains. He said, "You have to remember that some of the burden you put down will be carried on your behalf. It was your mother once. You let go of Master Xie's house, and she did it for you. Whiplash. Now is your brother, you do not want to go to Shuobei, he went to the killing place for you. That silly child, he did not hesitate to lie to me in order to fulfill your wishes. Xinxin was still disappointed. "He should have lied."

He felt numb and painful. He remembered the day when he was tired of asking him if he wanted to be abbot, and remembered the solitary blow of sitting on the top of the black-faced Buddha. He remembered with sorrow and cold eyes, and the wind penetrated into the sleeve of the lone assassin, like a pale moth.

Why didn't he see it? Persistently the guy with a lack of nerves is saying goodbye to him.

"How do you know, I want to kill you?" Xia Hou asked hoarsely.

"You are too young to do things carefully, and you must remember to change it later. The files in the case storehouse have not been turned over for a long time, and they are covered with dust. People will go through Gala Luo's scrolls. "Xin Xin said," I know you, Xiao Xi, I know you will come to me. As long as he is tired, he wants to go, let him go. "

"That's the way it is." Xia Houxi smiled, "From the moment you saw the dossier, you knew that I would come to kill you, so you have been waiting for me. Old bald donkey, you are too conceited. Before I Maybe it won't beat you, but it's still unknown who wins or loses. "

"I don't expect you to die under me. You are my child, after all." He sighed. "I only hope that you can become strong and do what you should do. Galan has many secrets, Xiao Yan, If you kill me today and prove that you are strong enough, Galan's secrets will be open to you. "

Anger raged in his chest, and Xia Houyu pressed the anger in his heart and said, "Secret? Isn't it your enemy in Shuobei? That's your debt, it's not my business! It's your cowardice that hurt your ancestors, Why should you let me repay you with debt! Because we are your son? Funny! Old bald donkey, my Xia Houyi has no father, only a mother. Her name is Xia Houyi, the owner of Hengbo, the first sword in the world. Xia Houyi , Surname Xiahou! "

Xia Houyu stood up, and the black scabbard was usually shed by the mercury in the transverse wave. He raised the knife, and the rain fell on the edge of the blade, fine and dense, with a little light. "It doesn't make sense to say this. Everyone has his own." Today, I'm here to collect debts from you! Pull out your stepling lotus, be careful! "

"No. I'm old. The old man should drink tea and smoke. I'll use this pipe. It's an old friend with me. Let it see how far your sword surgery has gone."

Suddenly his eyes were raised, and the old forehead was exposed. He slammed the low table suddenly, the strength was too big, the low table suddenly fell apart, the sawdust flew horizontally, the purple sand pot and two small cups emptied, Xia Houyi waved a lonely knife, the blade fell into the pot belly and the cup body at the same time, The tea set was neatly cut into two pieces, and the sharp blade of the knife passed in front of Xinxin.

My heart quickly retreated and stood in the rain. The black cormorant was wet with the rain, and wrapped around his thin body, like a lone bamboo tree. He sighed, as if he was sorry for his precious purple clay pot.

Xia Houyi stepped into the rain, grasped the transverse wave with both hands, and the black linen wobbled between walks.

He slowly adjusted his breath, exhaling step by step, taking a breath step by step. The pace was getting faster and faster, and his breathing accelerated, and he could hear his heavy breathing in the sound of rain. When you reach the fifth step, your breath is adjusted to the perfect state. Suddenly, he suddenly launched, rushed through the rain of Xiao Shou and darted the monk in black, his sleeves extended backwards and flew like black dark butterflies shaking in the rain.

"铮 ——", the crisp and crisp sound of the gold and iron strikes, and He just lifted up the worn-out copper cigarette rod, and actually stopped Hengbo's fierce blow. Xu Xin shook her head gently, while the cigarette rod pressed the transverse wave blade and slid across Xia Houyi's right wrist, hitting Xia Houyi's shoulder well, and her shoulders were stung by poisonous bees. With his entire arm, he almost couldn't hold Shoubo!

He tried to hold Shoubo tight, but had no time to wave the next knife. He flicked his cigarette back and punched his face in a boxing. As the world turned, he fell to the ground and tasted the smell of blood and earth.

Cold raindrops hit the face, and the body became cold from the inside out.

He didn't even make a move under the heart! But he just used a broken pipe!

Xu Xin still stood in place, looking at Xia Houyi mercifully, "Xiaoyu, have you seen this? This is the gap. You forgot that the sword surgery that I am tired of is taught by you. You forget, even yours Mother, I ca n’t beat my step-born lotus. Although my right hand was injured, I still have more than enough to deal with you. Because your sword skills are so bad! "

"Shut up!" Xia Houxi got up and wiped the blood and water from his face.

He charged again, the rain splashed out under his feet, and the mud stained his shoes and socks. His eyes flickered with fierce ferociousness, and with a solitary courage to die from a cavity, he turned to his heart.

Hengbo kept flipping in his hands, and Daoguang almost covered their whole body. The sound of crickets kept ringing, like the vibrating strings constantly being plucked. It was not only the two powerful forces that collided fiercely, but also Xia Hou's. Every blow is blocked by heart! The rain in the sky was accompanied by the fallen leaves. They fought fiercely in the leaf rain. Xia Houyu cut to the heart with a quick combo, and the heart retreated while blocking, and they quickly circled the entire circle of the courtyard. But Xia Houzhen didn't even touch the corner of his heart!

He reacted, and such a quick combo had almost exhausted his full strength, but his heart was not as slow as a stroll in the court.

At the beginning of the second lap, when a yellow leaf fell across the two, Xiahou's blade cut off the leaf, and at the same time, the sound of a breaking wind came, and he saw the smoke pot pass through The gap between the two halves of leaves, however, his head was knocked hard, and he was hit like a big clock in his head.

His vision was blurry, his hair was dizzy, the bells were ringing in his ears, heavy and slow, and he felt his heartbeat seemed to slow down. He knelt on the ground, fluttering forward, and the cold leaves stuck to his cheek. Cold, cold.

"Your swordsmanship has always been poor." He sighed. "Xiahou Hou is looking at you too much, but you are climbing trees, digging bird nests, and burning my mountain temples at the age when others are practicing. Xia Houyi, I want to make you stronger. You are indeed stronger, but it is not enough. "

Xia Hou coughed up a spit of blood, supported the ground, and got up again. His forehead was bleeding, his face was covered with dark dirt, like a gray-faced dog.

"Get out of your egg!" He exhaled a **** sputum and shouted, "Come again!"

The third charge! Xia Houyi fit and rushed to his heart. The two men's figures were sticky together, the same black, the same skinny, and the two inks rushed together. Xia Houyi tried his best to make a knife, Yan Xie, cut the moon, snake step, the sword light covered the whole body of them, weaved into a dense net. However, Yan Xin's smoke pot seemed to fall from the sky, appearing like a ghost from the oblique stab, and hit the acupuncture point of Xia Houyi severely. First thighs, knees, then chest, elbow joints, wrists, spine, whole body up and down, no one was spared.

pain! The chest felt like it was crushed with stones. Xia Houyu spit out a blood, growled and chopped down a hack. The hearty smoke pot crossed the blade of the transverse wave, made a soothing sound, and then hit Xia Houyi's arm.

Hengbo stepped out, and Xia Houyu fell to the ground, panting quickly.

"You can't beat me, do you want to continue?" Xu Xin looked down at him.

Xia Houzhen didn't have the strength to speak, and he tried to reach out his fingers to reach the handle of Shoubo. I can't tell whether it is mud or blood on my hand, it is sticky. He stood on the ground, struggling to get up, the pain in his legs spreading up, he held back, without a moan. If you can't get up once, you can climb a second time. He tried it three times, and finally stood up holding Hengbo.

"Come again!" Xia Houyan hissed.

So he charged again and again and was knocked down again and again. He was like a stubborn child, a stubborn calf, who did not know how to adapt, surrendered, or yielded. He was stung, and he would bite back with his teeth. He was knocked to the ground for the 26th time, and the 26th time he ate a mouthful of dirty leaves, and the salty smell filled the brain. The acupuncture points of the hands and feet were beaten by a heart-wrenching pipe, which was soft and tingling, drilling like blood in countless tiny bugs.

Stand up, stand up! Gritting his teeth and tears, he stood up for the twenty-sixth time, dragging Hengbo to stumble and walk towards the heart.

Galan Sword · Cut Moon!

The blade of light is turbulent, and the mountains are rushing to the heart. Xun's heart did not change color, until the mountain was as heavy as the moon, and the lonely cold sword approached before his eyes. Then he pulled out the pipe and hit Xia Hou's elbow. Hengbo slammed into the ground and waved his fist with his heart. Xia Hou punched his fist in the door, his nose splattered, and his whole body leaned back and fell into the rain.

The whole body was broken as if it were broken. It seemed that whenever I turned over, my bones would creak.

"You are too weak, Xia Hou." I had a deep disappointment in my eyes. "I thought you were Galan's hope, but I didn't expect that you were just a fragile child. Give up. I'm overestimating you . "

Xia Houyun gasped, his right eye was swollen, half of his cheek was bloody, and his face was blue and purple, like a pig's head. He stood up shaky, raised his head, and looked at his heart fiercely.

"Old bald donkey, my sword skills are really bad. Probably when my mother gave birth to me and perseverance, she gave all her sword skills to perseverance. I only got her ability to eat, drink and play." Blood said, "But there is no way. The wide open old eyes you see can clearly see, what is this?"

Xia Houyi raised his right hand, and he did not know when he was wearing a silver glove, which flashed in the rain.

弑 Mind pupil shrinks.

With Xia Hou's five fingers flexed and stretched, the fallen leaves on the ground were lifted, and a web rose from the ground, silently spreading around the heart, like a giant spider web. The net was almost invisible to the naked eye. If it weren't for the fine raindrops hanging on it, it would flow along the net, and my heart would almost think that there was nothing in the air. Countless fallen leaves, swirling, rolling and falling, but were cut off in the air without warning, broken into two halves, or three halves, or more.

"Leadership," Sighs sighed, "you have recovered the long-lost leader."

It turned out that Xia Hou was running all over the courtyard, and was setting up the net. It was this shocking giant net in front of and behind, and there was no way back.

Xia Houyi looked at him and whispered, "Well, do you have anything else to say?"

Xin Xin touched a silk thread with his finger, and a thin scar was suddenly added to the finger, and red bloodshots leaked out of it. With a smile on his lips, he looked at the distant sky, and sighed, "I have finally forged this superb sword."

He looked at Xia Houyi, and in his eyes there was desolation that Xia Houyi couldn't understand. "Xiaoyi, the elder opened the door for you. The next way, you have to go by yourself. Later ... indefinitely."

Xia Hou froze and froze his fingers. At that moment, he couldn't even start. But he thought of his mother, and of boredom. The hatred in his heart rose again. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fingers suddenly.

The silk thread was tightened by him. Countless silk threads were driven at a rapid speed. The large sky network shrank toward the center, and the raindrops flowed rapidly on the transparent filament. Xu Xin saw countless rays of light flashing sharply in front of his body, pain dull everywhere, and something was running through his skull. His vision turned round and round, he saw himself getting farther and farther away from the body, and the black dress His body was also torn apart, shattered into countless squares, and blood splattered like blocks collapsed and crashed to the ground.

Finally, he saw the boy in the black sackcloth in the distance, staring at him with stunned eyes, tears falling from his eyes. At that moment, he seemed to see a child who had the same eyes many years ago ran to the temple gate with his broken straw shoes for the first time. He was just higher than the threshold and looked at him with his fingers.

After hesitating for a while, he removed the sugar puppet from the stage and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

There was a desire in the boy's eyes, but he tried his best to show pride, "I don't want it!"

There was a gurgling sound in his ear. He knew that his skull had fallen to the ground, and the boy in the distance was still crying silently. He opened his mouth and wanted to say don't cry, Xiaoyan. The boy has grown up and should not cry.

But in the end he didn't say it. He had no throat and couldn't speak. So everything went away from him, sinking into the silent darkness as if sinking into the water.

He's finally gone in this life.

Xia Houyi sat on the threshold, staring at the long order in a daze.

He should have killed the man who should be killed, he had reported the hatred of the newspaper, and his affairs had already been done. Lin Musensen, the morning glory climbed to the upper stage and opened brilliantly. Touching the sticky liquid in his hands, he lowered his head before realizing that he was still bleeding. He covered his wound, picked up Hengbo, set fire to the black-faced Buddha, and then came back deep and shallow, crawling back to his bamboo house.

Behind him, a man in a black cape stepped out of the darkness. Duan Jiu looked at his back as he walked away, and then turned his head to see the spider webs in the courtyard.

"It's a stunning and beautiful killer." Duan Jiu laughed softly, turned around, and stepped into the darkness.

The bamboo tower stood in the woods, surrounded by bamboo trees, and unknown wild flowers opened up. He opened the door and returned to his room. Quiet and silent, his feet stepped on the ground and squeaked.

He is tired, he wants to take a good rest. He did not bandage the wound, the blood would take his life, and his affairs were over.

He sat on the cymbal with the corner of a letter under the pillow. He frowned doubtfully, pulled out the letter and opened it.

start. Yu Shuobei, Mo Zhi returns. When he lived in Jinling, the Confucian Master's Temple was in three bags of silver money, and it was hoped that his younger brother Yu Qingzhang would represent it. A raccoon dwells under the door hole on the west side of the Wanxiang Tower.

Shuobei Lu is far away. I'm not afraid of life or death, lest my brother worry. Yu Changju lived on the mountain, and never tasted the world, he heard the autumn frost of Fengqiao, the night bell of the cold mountain, and the singing of Wu Jiang. He is famous all over the world. He is very happy. Brother and Yu have the same appearance, and look at the foot of the fake brother, the eyes of the fake brother, look at the world on behalf of Yu Xing, no regrets.

May my brother be safe and happy all the time.

Brothers hate

The words of stubbornness are very handsome, like his people, quiet and clean. Xia Hou stroked his handwriting, tears dripped, and smudged the ink. Xiahou coughed a few mouthfuls of blood, and took the letter into her arms. He took Hengbo out of the door and stumbled towards Daozuka. He went all the way, bleeding all the way, stepping on a blood mark every time, sometimes holding a bamboo for a rest, and also printing a blood fingerprint on the bamboo pole. After walking a few feet away, his legs softened, he fell to the ground, rolled down the hillside, and rolled all the way down.

He didn't plan to leave, lying in the bamboo forest and looking at the sky. Just after it rained, the wind was light and the clouds were swaying. The bamboo trees swayed, and the sunlight leaked through the cracks of the bamboo leaves and struck light. He raised his hand and touched the bright sun.

In his life, his mother died and his teacher died. When he was young, he regarded him as an enemy. The elder brother and younger brother are missing. The loved ones stay forever, so the lovers leave. The only person who sent him to the end of the journey was Tianguang Yunying and Xiao Xiao Zhuhai. Not bad, after all, he has blood on his hands, he is full of evil, and his sin is unforgivable.

If you create a killing industry, you will be killed.

His retribution came just right.

(End of the first volume)