The moonlight is like water, and the wind is rustling.
Xiahou Rin stood still with the knife in his hand, the leaves were swirling and fluttering in front of his eyes, and in the rustling sound, his clothes and robes were hunting.
In an instant, the light of the sword lit up.
Xiahou drew his sword out of the scabbard with his feet, and the gleaming light of the sword was like the moon descending on the river, and it was melted and melted, and it swayed one after another. He stepped on the moonlight, the tip of the knife drew a beautiful arc, and the clear eyes were condensed on the tip of the knife, and the sound of the wind in the courtyard seemed to be far away from him. His swordsmanship is clean and neat, not sloppy at all, like a clear breeze in the pine forest.
After a few tricks, Xia Houlin retracted the knife and sheathed it, raised an eyebrow at Shen Jue next to him and smiled, "See clearly."
Shen Jue recalled Xia Houlin's move just now, weighed the wooden knife in his hand, frowned and didn't answer.
"Our kalan knife technique is not like other knives. It pays attention to physical fitness, and uses martial arts to make friends. The kalan knife technique is a murder technique, and the knife will drink blood. Quick, accurate and ruthless." Xia Houlu said while holding the knife, "You don't need to practice too much, you just need to take care of those who don't have long eyes."
Shen Jue thought for a while and said, "The sword technique you just demonstrated is not the same as what you said."
"What's the difference?"
Shen Jue glanced at Xia Houlin, walked to the center with the wooden knife, lowered his body slightly, and made a starting gesture. Xia Houlin retreated to the wall and looked at him calmly. A piece of sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus cake was handed over from somewhere nearby, and Xia Houli subconsciously took it. He woke up and looked at the side in horror. It turned out that Concubine Gao was sitting on a stone and eating with relish.
"Hey you… "
"Shh!" Concubine Gao pointed to her lips, "Look at the knife."
Shen Jue moved.
It was obviously a crude wooden knife, but in his hand it seemed like there was no sharp edge. The wind of his sword was extremely fierce and cold to the bone, and wherever he went, a thin layer of grief seemed to be condensed. The wind picked up and the leaves were scattered all over the sky. Shen Jue was about to make the last vertical split when Concubine Gao suddenly pushed Xia Houlin and sent Xia Houlin to Shen Jue's knife.
Xiahou was startled, Shen Jue's blade wind suddenly enveloped his whole body, he could almost smell the blood of the blade tip.
Shen Jue's knife was obviously stagnant, Xia Houlin seized the opportunity to let go, and the blade slashed against the corner of his clothes. Shen Jue glanced coldly at Concubine Gao, who took a selfie and shouted, "It's fun! It's fun! You two fight!"
Just as Xiahou Rong was about to scold her, Shen Jue turned his blade and came straight towards Xia Hou Rong's door.
He only learned five moves, and at the moment he was using the third form of the Garan knife method - Yanxie.
This kid, just wanted to fight him when he learned the sword? Xia Houlin ducked to avoid Yan Xie, and another backflip to avoid another move. Shen Jue had just learned the sword, and the difference in strength between the two was too great. Xiahou Lin did not attack, but just dodged left and right. However, to his surprise, Shen Jue was able to form a complete attacking routine with only five moves. After a cup of tea, although Xia Houlin could easily dodge every time, Shen Jue's sword stance was continuous and never stagnant.
But he only learned five tricks!
Both were tired, panting against the wall. Xia Houlin supported Shen Jue's shoulder and sighed, "Young master, you are still a martial arts prodigy!"
"You are so stupid."
"What do you mean when you said that my knife skills are not the same as what I said?"
Shen Jue stared at him with a complicated expression, and said, "Your sword is not murderous."
Xiahou Lian was stunned for a moment, remembering what the old dark pile in Xie's house said - "You have the Bodhi sword, but you have no intention to kill." At that time, he was not convinced, but now that he thinks about it, he has to admit it.
He hates killing people. Not because of cowardice, not because of lack of kung fu, but because of hatred. Since the sign was put up, he has made two business trips. He is the son of Garuda, and unlike other children who have just debuted, he is led by a senior every time he assassinates, lest he die. However, he did it every time, either because the planned blow was not in place, or because the action revealed the clues and was noticed by the other party. In short, every time the senior helped him take off the head.
Garuda's son is a piece of mud that can't be glued to the wall. It has been spread all over Garan. In the eyes of other assassins, he died on the killing field sooner or later. A new tombstone will soon be erected in the knife mound in the valley behind the ancient temple of Jialan, with the name of Xia Houlin engraved on it.
However, in front of Shen Jue, he couldn't reveal the fact that he was a useless person, even if his face was unwarranted, it was still face. He pretended to be disapproving and said, "I'm not killing people now, I'm just giving you a drill, so of course I'm not murderous." He brazenly boasted, "You don't know my ability, the name of the static iron sword has already been made. It has spread all over the rivers and lakes, and in a few years, it will surpass my mother's waves."
Of course Shen Jue didn't believe it. Xia Houlin had a criminal record. When he was in the Xie Mansion, he boasted about his high status. Others were scrambling to help him with shoes, but he still couldn't escape the whip and stir-fry meat.
But he kindly didn't expose it, only said: "Don't talk about it, continue to teach."
Xia Houlin shook his head and said: "There are many types of kalan swords, including one-handed, two-handed, long, short, and machete, as well as assassination and hacking. , but if the opponent is a group of people, there is no way. I heard that the former abbot of Jialan is a master of assassination, as long as he wants the head no one can keep. But he eventually died in an ambush of ten people, he Killed the leader, but was chopped into meat sauce by the remaining nine."
"How much is a pair of chopping techniques?"
"Yeah." Xia Houlin nodded, "The hacking technique has absorbed a lot of edge saber techniques, so it's no problem to use it on the battlefield. But we assassins don't need to go to the battlefield, and many people don't learn this trick."
"Which ones do you know?"
Xia Houlin looked a little embarrassed, and said: "I originally wanted to learn from my mother, my mother is a generalist master of one-handed and two-handed swords, assassination and hacking. But this thing really needs talent, I am more than my mother. It's still a little bit short. The one-handed straight sword is almost finished, and the two-handed sword is halfway through. The teaching can only be assassination, so I can only assassinate... "
Xia Houlin was a somewhat lower level of being a master, but there was nothing he could do. Shen Jue said, "I want to learn what you are best at."
Yunjuanyunshu, wind and rain. The leaves are getting denser and the small courtyard is filled with cicadas. Every night, Shen Jue stepped on the water-like moonlight and waved his knife to the cicadas in the garden. His eyes were terrifyingly silent, the wind blew his robes, but the waves in his eyes were still unbearable, and the wooden knife in his hand did not move like a mountain. Slowly, the wind seemed to be far away, the sound of cicadas seemed to cease, and the moonlight also receded. In the silent night, only a simple wooden knife remained.
Shen Jue hid the knife under his armpit, then drew the knife to lift it up, and the tip of the knife drew an arc obliquely upward.
Galan knife method Yanxie.
He has practiced this trick thousands of times. Yan Xie's angle is cunning and ruthless, he can cut the enemy's throat upwards, and open his stomach downwards, as long as he is fast enough, the blood splatters only in an instant.
With a "pop", the wooden knife hit Xia Houlin on the body, he wailed and rolled to the ground.
It was his seventh hit tonight.
Shen Jue is simply a lunatic. Ever since he passed on his saber skills, he has practiced for two hours every night, rain or shine, unstoppable by thunder. It's enough to practice on your own, and you have to pull Xia Houlin to feed him. In a trance, Xia Houlin felt that he was back in the days when he was studying with him in the Xie Mansion. There was a bean green lamp in the library building, the wind was rustling in the garden, Shen Jue was holding the book and couldn't take his eyes away, and he was sleepy underneath. It's just that in the past, he could still catch moths and centipedes, and pull out small flowers and grass to play with, but now he has to jump left and right to avoid Shen Jue's endless attacks.
Xia Houlin was so tired that he was sweating profusely, lying on the ground unwilling to get up.
Shen Jue gently kicked him a few times and said with a sullen face, "I'll hit you if you don't get up."
"Brother, aren't you tired!" Xiahou Rin was convinced.
"Tired," Shen Jue stabbed him in the stomach with a wooden knife, "but I still have to practice. I'm not like you, you have Tongzi Gong, your muscles and bones are soft, you get twice the result with half the effort, my muscles and bones are already hard, so I can only get twice the result with half the effort."
Xia Houlin was determined not to get up, and the dead fish were usually corpses on the ground.
Shen Jue was helpless, and was about to think of some idea to get this unreliable up, when he was suddenly slapped on the head.
"I want to play too! I want to play too!" Concubine Gao came out of nowhere and clapped her hands.
"Yes, yes, you go to practice with her, a lunatic has a lot of energy." Xiahou got up and ran in the direction of the house, for fear that Shen Jue would be chasing him.
Shen Jue always felt that his last words were more than just scolding Gao Niangniang.
Turning her head to look at Concubine Gao, she was still wearing a mess of chicken feathers. Shen Jue sighed, showed his hand gesture, and swept the wooden knife. She didn't have time to dodge, and the chicken feathers on her head were knocked out in half, and they were scattered all over the floor.
Shen Jue looked at the chicken feathers all over the floor, and suddenly felt uninterested, and said, "Forget it, don't practice anymore..."
"Stinky boy! How dare you shoot down my general's plume! Let's see how this general will deal with you!"
Shen Jue was knocked stunned, but Concubine Gao's branches were already falling down like a storm, like the summer raindrops falling on the water, Shen Jue hurriedly raised the wooden knife to resist, and in the panic, he only managed two or three strokes, the rest of the moves. It hit him all over his body, and it hurt so badly.
This lunatic, why so fast!
If it is said that Xia Houlin is the gentle wind and drizzle in the spring forest, then Concubine Gao is the god who went crazy and poured a basin of foot-washing water on his head!
Shen Jue finally gave up his face, hugged his head and ran away.
Xia Houtong woke up the next morning and found the medicine for golden sore on the table with the lid open, Shen Jue lying on the kang, still asleep, his pale face more peaceful than usual.
He must be very tired, or he would not have forgotten to put the gold sore medicine back in its place. Shen Jue's hair was outrageous, and he would blame him for taking off his clothes and not hanging them on the hanger.
Shen Jue is such a temperament, he is strict with others, but also strict with himself. He started so ruthlessly that he didn't even recognize himself, and he wouldn't stop until he had tormented himself to the point of peeling off his skin. Xia Houlin had such a habit of flirting, and he didn't know how to get along with Shen Jue, and he thought it was miraculous.
Xia Houlin packed himself up and went to the dining room to get everyone's breakfast. As soon as he stepped into the Shunzhen Gate, he saw an old eunuch with a wrinkled face standing on the edge of the door and looking at him with a smile.
"Si Xi, you're healed? Looking at your body, it's a lot stronger. Godfather I've been so busy these days, I can't be free, I've finally finished the tossing, and I'll come to see you in a hurry, don't be surprised! He came over with a box of food and said, "This is what your auntie Gan sent from Nanzhili, the Qiaoguer, sesame crispy candy and Dafang cakes from the Moon Festival. I don't like sweets. Your child's house, take it to satisfy your cravings."
It turned out to be the godfather of Sixi. Xia Houlin was a little confused, and just now he was thinking about how to call someone, but it happened that this guy protected his house, so that he would not be exposed. He hurriedly gave a nod, smeared oil on his mouth and said, "Godfather Lao, you're thinking about it, my son went around in the underworld, and Lord Yan said that he would keep his son's life and be filial to his godfather, so he put his son back. Come on. Come inside, you might catch a cold standing in the wind."
The old eunuch laughed, waved his hand and said, "No, the people of Fanbang donated a sweaty BMW early in the morning, and I have to go back and watch the cubs brush the ancestors' hair." He paused meaningfully. After a pause, the old eunuch drooped his eyelids, looked at Xiahou Ran and said, "The emperor has got a good horse, just in time to be interested, and he will go to the hunting ground on the fifteenth. It happened that Cao Lang, who was watching the imperial stables under my hands, was ill. It's a bit fierce, it's not easy to get better, do you want to come to take a class?"
After speaking, he smiled and said, "Don't you always think about leaving the Fourth Ganxi Institute? This time around, the nobles are all here. Go show your face, maybe you can earn a good future."
Xia Houlin, a fake eunuch, ran to join in the fun, and was about to refuse, when Shen Jue's voice came from behind: "Eunuch Yan, Si Xi has just recovered from a serious illness, and his spirits are still weak, so he rushed to serve, I'm afraid there will be a collision. Noble man, why don't you let the younger do it for you, I don't know what the public will do?"
Eunuch Yan looked at Xia Houlin up and down and said, "Our family looks at Sixi in good spirits, and it seems to be a lot tougher."
Shen Jue swept over with a glance, and Xiahou Lin quickly covered his heart with an "Ow", and said, "Godfather, you don't know something, my son is called 'Xu Zhuang', although there is no serious illness, but minor illnesses continue, and now my heart is full of I also suffer from pain. My son doesn't have the blessing to serve him, so let Eunuch Shen go, he is my good brother, and the same goes for him."
Eunuch Yan sighed and said, "Okay, it's fine if you're not motivated by yourself. Shen Jue, come over tomorrow, and our family will introduce you to the imperial stables."
Shen Jue lowered her eyebrows and answered "yes".
Eunuch Yan flung his sleeves and left, Xiahou looked at his hunched back, and said suspiciously, "There is nothing to do without going to the Three Treasures Hall. When you are sick, you don't come, but when you are healed, he comes to the door. I'm afraid this fellow has bad intentions."
"It doesn't matter, as long as the hunters can see Weide, it's a good thing." Shen Jue brushed off the dust on his sleeves that didn't exist, and walked into the room.
Xiahou Lin was horrified, this desperado wouldn't want to assassinate Weide while he was hunting!