Governor’s Illness

Chapter 117: Evanescent water waves

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The man in front of him was completely different from what Xia Houlin had in mind. The timid and cowardly young man in the past has grown into a vicious assassin, and every frown and smile reveals a cold killing intent. Xia Houlin's heart sank, but what made him more anxious was Shen Jue. What does not in the palace mean? Where can Shen Jue be if he is not in the palace

Shu Qing looked up at the sky with her chin on her back, and smiled: "Yeah, it's already time. This time Jialan summoned all the assassins and dark piles in the Beijing-Tianjin area. All eight except me came out from the nest, and the knife was Jialan. The strongest assassin Garuda. You say, how long can your overseer last?"

Is Galan giving it a go? Xia Houlin clenched his fists tightly. It was easier said than done to train an assassin. All the elites of Jialan were dispatched. But as long as Shen Jue was killed and there was no successor in Dongchang, Jialan would be the winner.

"What do you want?" Xia Houlin gritted his teeth and said, "Speak it out, and then tell me, where is the overseer?"

"What do I want?" Shu Qing laughed and raised his head suddenly, with murderous intent in his eyes, "I want you to die, brother!"

In an instant, the light of the sword lit up, and the wispy blade of Hengbo came towards him. Xia Houlin tilted his head to avoid a blow, Lianxiang took Miaozhen and Achu to the side, and the fans rushed out of the courtyard, set up their bows and crossbows, and aimed at the book, but they couldn't get in because of the constant movement of the two. hand.

The knife went empty, the writing did not stop, turned around and slashed, "Brother, how long are you going to survive? Why don't you die!"

"Shiqing, are you crazy!?" Xia Houlin scolded, "Didn't you defect, why did you return to Jialan!"

"You're crazy!" The book's eyes were splitting, "Yes, I defected, but unfortunately I'm not as good as you can hide from my brother, I was caught back!" He tore his clothes to reveal his chest and shoulders, There are countless whiplashes on it, "Look, eighty-one whips, my motherfucker didn't die. I only found out when I returned to Jialan, you killed the heart killer and got the antidote. My good brother, you Did you know that when you were happy outside, we were waiting to die in the mountain temple!"

"I..." Xiahou Rin wanted to defend himself, but his writing was slashed again.

In the piercing knife light, the smile of the bookishness was as ferocious as a ghost, "Brother, do you know how painful it was in the middle of July, we were lying under the Buddha statue, our bodies starting from the hands and feet, turning into wood inch by inch. The abbot did not No one sent us medicine, we broke into the black-faced Buddha to find medicine, but the medicine cave was burned by you! You didn't even leave us an antidote!"

"Shiqing, stop!" Xia Houlin roared.

The writing was not good, and he rushed forward again, "You keep saying that we are your brothers, but you don't take our lives in your eyes at all in order to avenge your dead ghost old lady!"

"Didn't your mother defect, didn't you die? How the hell did I know that you were arrested again!" Xia Houlin flashed across the waves and pulled out the long knife from his waist, "Shiqing, you don't want it? force me."

"Yes, I didn't want to live anymore. Jialan is a ghost place, I want to run away when I die." Shu Qing took the knife and turned around with a smile, "But it's you who gave me hope, brother. You have the antidote, why didn't you come back to save us! I thought you would come back to save everyone, and told everyone that you would definitely come back. Days passed, July and a half were getting closer and closer, and you There is no shadow. At the last moment, I realized that you are really not coming back, you hate Jialan, Jialan killed your mother, you want everyone to die!"

Xia Houlin almost gritted his teeth, "My motherfucker has no antidote at all! Enough writing, don't fight. Tell me where the overseer is, and I'll let you go."

Shu Qing sneered and pointed the knife at him, "Liar, how can you live without an antidote! What you didn't expect is that the abbot's medicine is useless at all, and July and a half is a poison without an antidote! You didn't expect that we would still Alive, right?" Shu Qing lowered her head and stroked Hengbo, and flipped the knife light between his fingers, "I didn't expect that we didn't wait for you, but Mr. Duan and Lord Yan Luo."

Crow feather-like memories came chaotically, and the book recalled the moonlit night that day, the leaves were flying like rain, Duan Jiu led Bailiyuan up the stairs, and pushed open the door of the Daxiong Palace. The assassins stood up from their lingering breaths and looked at the two shadows, one tall and the other short, under the moon.

"It's so pitiful, but it doesn't matter, your days are still very long, because..." Bailiyuan looked down at them, and a cold smile slowly floated on her lips, "I brought you supreme bliss."

"That's not supreme bliss," Xia Houlu said in a low voice, "that's Senluo hell."

"So it's all your fault, Xiahou Rin," Shu Qing said with an expressionless face, "You are a sinner, you deserve to die."

This sentence, like a sentence of judgment, struck Xia Houlin's heart.

Yes, he was full of evil and blood on his hands, and he should have died.

Xia Houlin was silent for a long time, looking at him with love, and suddenly felt that there was a lot of helpless grief hidden in this man. He suspected it was an illusion and didn't care. In the silence, Xia Houlin pulled out his knife and crouched down deeply.

He looked at the book coldly and said, "I just tell you, I never knew that the abbot gave me the antidote from the beginning to the end. However, it is meaningless to say this. It was me who killed the abbot, and also destroyed Galan. Me, even if you do it all over again, even if you don't defect, I will choose this. You can blame me, hate me, whatever you want. The position is different, no need to say more. I just want to know one thing now - the Lord ,Where!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Houlin slashed his sword with murderous aura!

The knife light exploded in the small courtyard, and the whole body of the book was enveloped in an instant. Shu Qing took a deep breath and held the knife to meet the snowflake knife net woven by Xiahou Lian. Over the years, he has improved a lot, and he can even keep up with Xiahou's dense swordsmanship. He knew that Xiahou Lin was dying soon, but he was still strong, and his advantages were self-evident.

However, he was wrong!

Xia Houlin flipped his wrist, and the long knife drew a continuous cross in the air with a dazzling streamer. Shu Qing retreated step by step in the slashing stance, and Heng Bo struck with Xia Houlin's blade, making a loud and sharp cracking sound. Such a cross cut obviously takes a lot of energy, but Xia Houlin swung tirelessly, and the book's mouth finally broke in the last cut.

"That's it." Xia Houlin said.

Xia Houlin held the knife in his backhand and swung it straight out, the tip of the knife slashed a mournful line. Shu Qing's arm suddenly hurt, and the waves fell to the ground, blood dripped down her arm and dripped on the ground.

"Tell me, where did you assassinate?" Xiahou Rin asked.

"I won't tell you if I die." Shu Qing sneered, "Just wait to see his body."

Xia Houlin picked up his collar and pressed his head into the auspicious jar. The icy water immediately drowned his head and face, and the water choked into his throat and nose. He struggled violently, but Xia Houlin was so strong that he pressed his head to prevent him from coming out.

He clapped his hands indiscriminately, and Xia Houlin brought him up, "Speak!"

Shu Qing spat out several saliva and said in a hoarse voice, "You are dreaming!"

Xia Houlin stared at him fiercely, "Then I'll cut off your ear, and if you don't say anything, I'll cut off the other one!"

Shu Qing roared: "You dare!"

Xia Houlin shouted against his face: "See if I dare!"

Shu Qing stared at his eyes, the eyes of both of them were bloodshot, and they looked like Asura evil spirits. Shu Qing stared for a while, then suddenly laughed, "Okay, brother, why don't we make a deal."

"What deal?"

"I saw your mother's ashes in the ancestral hall. You are a very capable brother. Your mother was bitten like that. You can still find her ashes."

Xia Houlin had an ominous premonition in his heart, "What do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything, I just want to see whether your mother is more important in your heart, or Shen Jue is more important. I want to know where Shen Jue is, okay," Shu Qing looked at him with a smile, "put your mother's ashes with The transverse waves are destroyed, and I will tell you where Garan was assassinated."

Everyone was shocked, and Lianxiang said angrily, "Why is your heart so vicious!"

Shu Qing suddenly restrained her smile and said, "Xiahou Rin is ten thousand times more vicious than me!"

"That..." Ah Chu said in a low voice, "Chang Gong seems to have gone to some temple. I overheard what he said before."

"Which temple? Is it Guangling Temple?" Xiahou Lin asked.

Ah Chu bit her lip and said, "At that time, I was only concerned about surprise... Bailiyuan is Yama's business, I didn't hear it clearly."

Lianxiang said: "Xiao Lin, why don't you send someone to the East Factory to ask, or go to the palace, someone will always know where the Governor went."

"It's too slow, it's too slow." Xia Houlin was furious.

It has been delayed for too long. The East Factory is a distance away from the Shen residence. I don't know if I can ask. Not to mention in the palace, now that the palace gate has been locked, it took a lot of time to persuade Yu Linwei to let him go, and he has to go through many checkpoints. I don't know how much time it will take.

How could Shen Jue wait!

"You count." Xia Houlin grabbed Shu Qing's collar, "Sister Lianxiang, please help me fetch my mother's ashes."

Lian Xiang hesitated for a while, but went anyway, and returned with Xiahou Pei's ashes in her arms after a while. Xia Houlin took his mother's ashes, which were originally remnants of ashes, not too heavy. He held them in his hands as if they were light and fluffy. Xia Houlin picked up the horizontal waves on the ground and walked into the knife furnace, standing in front of the furnace, the raging fire reflected on his face, and there was frost-like sadness in his eyes.

Fanzi took Shuqing into the house, Shuqing looked at Xia Houlin, and his eyes gradually filled with shock, "You are crazy, Xia Houlin, that's your mother." He saw how Xia Houlin took revenge, and he still Remembering the bloody storm at the Liuzhou Punishment Conference, Xiahou came out in blood, tearing apart all the enemies like a fierce wolf. But now, this man is going to destroy his mother's last relic for another person.

Lian Xiang covered her mouth and wept, choked up and was speechless, Miao Zhen buried her face in Lian Xiang's arms, daring not to look at the lonely shadow.

"You lunatic, is that eunuch Shen Jue so important!" Shu Qing sneered, "Don't think I'll be soft-hearted, I'll see if you can really do it!"

Xia Houlin opened the lid of the porcelain altar, and the remains of Xia Houpei's ashes came into view. This was the last dust Xia Houpei left in this world. He remembered the woman who had been away from him for eight years. She had wispy lips and sharp eyebrows, like a knife, the tip of which was forward, as if it could smash everything. Tears swept across his cheeks silently and fell into the urn, and the dust suddenly deepened, like a scar from years.

His mother has been gone for a long time, but now it seems like it was yesterday. He remembered the time he had just learned that his father was an old bald donkey. He was eight years old and knocked on his mother's door while crying: "You lie, you liar. You said I grew it from the ground. , I was born together with you and the old bald donkey!"

Xiahou Pei opened the door and saw Xia Houlin, who was crying, had a headache, "Which turtle broke his mouth and told you, my mother went to cut him."

Xia Houlin put his big head on Xiahou Pei, "You liar!"

Xiahou Pei pressed his head with one hand, "Crybaby, don't cry."

"I didn't cry!" Xia Houlin cried so loudly, "The old bald donkey doesn't recognize me, why!"

"Look at what you're doing," Xiahou Pei thumped his fist on the top of his head, and he hiccupped under her fist, "What kind of ability is it to recognize someone else as a father. It's my son, you should let others call you father, kneel down call!"

Xiahou Pei will always look like that, as if with a wave, all the difficulties and obstacles in the world will be chopped into mud. He later learned that she is not omnipotent, she just has a deep and broad heart, her heart can accommodate all difficulties in the world, and her sword can annihilate all methods.

He is Xiahou Pei's son, and he must have the same courage as her.

Xia Houlin turned the porcelain altar upside down, the ashes poured into the oven, and the little fluorescent lights danced in the flames. In a trance, he seemed to see Xiahou Pei Nongli's eyebrows, which gradually melted away in the flames. Everyone watched that scene with bated breath. At this moment, it seemed that the wind had been silenced, the world was silent, only the chi chi burst of flames in the oven remained. Xia Houlin didn't stop, he pulled out Hengbo and inserted it into the coals of the oven. Hengbo's blade slowly turned black, like an old man waiting for his final rest.

"Mad..." Shu Qing murmured, "Xiahou Lin, you are a lunatic."

Xia Houlin put the porcelain altar on the stovetop, "I used to ask me a question, but I didn't understand it at the time, but now I understand that the living are always more important than the dead. Shuqing, you want me to do it. I have already done it, tell me where the Lord is."

"..." Shu Qing took a deep look at Xia Houlin and said, "Lutan Ancient Road. Jialan's people are waiting outside, you can't get out."

Xia Houlin put a leather knife hanging on his back, grabbed three long knives and three short knives from the knife holder and inserted them into the knife belt, then put the crossbow behind his waist, and finally put on black gloves and wrapped the thread around his arms. He turned around and ordered a team of cavalry, "The assassins outside are handed over to you, I will go first. After the assassins are dealt with, I will go to the East Factory to move rescue soldiers."

"Yes!" Tiqi clasped their fists together.

"Uncle Xiahou, use this knife." Miaozhen picked up Bushenglian from nowhere and handed it to Xiahou Lin.

The black knife like a burning stick converged in the dark scabbard, like an unspoken Buddhist verse. The iron black knife is forged by the secret method of Galan, and it is the sharpest. Xia Houlin didn't say anything, took the knife silently, picked up Zhaoye with one hand, mounted his horse at the door, and rushed out of the red lacquered door. The assassin appeared in the shadows, like a demon with claws and claws rushing towards him, Fanzi drew his sword to meet him, and Xiahou Lin rode his horse over the assassin's head and ran towards the desolate moonlight.

Shu Qing was locked in the knife furnace, staring blankly at the wave in the oven, that peerless sharp blade was turning black little by little, becoming a piece of scrap iron. He couldn't understand why Xia Houlin did this. He was just a eunuch and a concubine. How could someone like Xia Houlin destroy his mother's last relic for a man.

Why does Xia Houlin always move forward without hesitation

He thought of himself, if Liu Shao'er had been taken away more decisively, she might not have died. If he had been braver and committed suicide by drinking poison, or had fought with Duan Jiu, he would not have been controlled by the Bliss Fruit until now. But Xia Houlin's decision, he would never learn it anyway.

"Young Master Shu." A head stuck out from behind the screen. He recognized her as the little girl next to Xia Houlin, called Miao Zhen.

"What are you doing?" Shu Qing asked angrily.

Li Miaozhen poked a hole in Biyanluo with his finger, and put a paper roll in, "Uncle Xiahou said that destiny is impermanent, and some things should be prepared earlier, so he wrote several suicide letters without the knowledge of the governor, one of which was one of them. It's for you."

"For me?" Shu Qing hesitated, not knowing whether to take it or not. His hands were tied, and he couldn't actually take it. Li Miaozhen poked the hole a little bigger and threw the paper roll at his feet.

"You better have a look, I'm leaving."

Shu Qing stared at the scroll for a while, then rubbed over to unfold the scroll with his toes, and Xia Houlin's unsightly handwriting came into view.

Flickering. Junior Brother, when you read this letter, I was already dead. I don’t know how you are now. You defected six years ago, and I was shocked. I thought you were not so daring. Was it captured? Did you get a lot of whips? It's okay, a man has to have a scar on his body to look like a man. You are my junior brother. If you are still alive when Garan is destroyed, the Governor will not make it difficult for you. I have a little bit of Bliss Fruit in my possession, you can save it for the rest of your life. I buried it under the westernmost stone pier in the bamboo forest of Fuxiang Temple. The one with your name written on it is yours. Don't take the other one, it is for Seventeen.

Will be indefinite later.

For some reason, my vision became hazy when I saw it, and tears dripped down the corners of my eyes. Shu Qing gritted her teeth and blocked her whimper in her mouth. This hypocrite, does he think a pack of bliss can buy him? He will never forgive him, never!

The pain of the eighty-one lashes, the pain of the seven-and-a-half month attack, the years of desperate waiting for death, the pain that will never be relieved is vivid in my mind. He hates Xiahou Lin, hates him for being free and easy, but he sinks in the sea of misery. Shuqing cried bitterly in the light of the fire, and the bitterness of the past poured into his eyes and turned into tears.

If only he had defected one step later, he could have followed Xia Houlin. He wants to run away too!

He suddenly thought of something, raised his head like he woke up from a dream, and shouted out the window: "Girl, come back! Go find Xiahou Lin, don't let him go alone! He can't beat Garuda, he will die! That person... is tiring!"