It was already snowing on the mountain, Xia Houlin wrapped his jacket and hugged his knees and sat under the porch to watch the snow falling like pear blossoms in the courtyard. Usually at this time, my mother came back long ago. The guy was afraid of the cold and didn't want to travel in the winter. He just wanted to lie down in the bed and lie down. But now the snow on the mountain is getting heavier and heavier, and there is still no sign of his mother coming back.
Should she be wearing a sheath? When she was leaving, the leaves all over the mountain were red, and she swaggered into the depths of the red leaves with a jug and a knife, as if she had walked into a boundless fire. Xia Houluo told her to remember to bring a sheath. The "sheath" was the correspondent assigned by Jialan to the assassin. When the assassin succeeded or was defeated, the sheath would appear to cover the assassin's escape. After all, a qualified assassin is too rare, especially for a peerless sword like Xiahou Pei. If any assassin has an emergency, it will be a big loss to a poor organization like Jialan. Xiahou Pei didn't look back, he just waved his hand and swore that he would definitely bring a sheath this time.
It has now been three years since Xia Houlin's first independent assassination. He didn't know until three years ago that the time he let Shen Jue go, his mother took fifty-one whips for him, and that caused the root cause of his illness. That time when he saw Xiahou Pei, who had never been incomparable, fell in front of him, he knew that Xiahou Pei was not invincible, she was a myth in his heart, but she was a mortal body. Overnight, he seemed to be sensible all at once, obediently doing business, and no longer complained.
In three years, he broke three knives. Assassins other than Jialan Babu have no names. People in Jianghu are used to calling them by their saber inscriptions, but Xia Houlin changes his sword every year. No one knows who the assassin without a name is. He is a nameless ghost.
Xia Houlin stared at the empty courtyard in a daze, feeling upset for no reason. He got up and entered Xiahou Pei's house, looking for her documents. The books were piled up at the head of the bed in a mess, most of which were books she collected from nowhere. It took Xia Houlin a while to find her assassination document this time.
The teeny small letters were densely packed, and Xia Houlin lit a lamp and sat in front of the desk.
What Xiahou Pei wanted to kill was Liu Guizang, the owner of Jingdao Villa in Liuzhou. The name Xia Houlin has been heard before. He is a recognized master of swordsmanship in all corners of the world and a disciple of the descendants of the Qi family. He accepted another apprentice, and from then on, he became famous all over the world, and no one dared to face his blade again.
But when Xia Houlin heard this name, those people were not praising this person's great achievements. You know, rumors and rumors in the market are generally not spread without a peach-colored coat that makes people think.
To say that Liu Guizang spent most of his life working hard outside, but was planted in his own backyard. His wives and concubines are in groups, even more than the emperor's old son. He treats women well, but he lacks skills, so he often lets the troupe sing songs in Zhuangzi to relieve the boredom of his wives and concubines.
But one day, a concubine who was not very favored listened to "The Story of the West Chamber" and resolutely ran away with a disciple in Zhuangzi. Liu Guizang was furious and chased them for thousands of miles, from Liuzhou to Shuobian, and caught the two at the last moment when they were about to leave the border. He took the man to the top of Mount Tai and threw the ashes, and sank the woman's bones into the East China Sea, so that they could not see each other even after death.
This incident has been rumored for a long time, some are cruel and ruthless, and some sympathize with the tragic end of the couple, until the concubine Li Gui in the palace gave birth to the second highness, and the emperor Longxin Dayue pardoned the world. The attention of the people has shifted one after another, and this matter is over.
Xia Houlin felt that Liu Guizang was just a good face. The concubine was not favored in the courtyard, but she was chased and killed like this. In the final analysis, it was because she gave Liu Guizang the reputation of a green-headed turtle.
I just don't know how the swordsmanship of the master swordsman compares to that of Xiahou Pei? The abbot once said that his mother's sword has no hatred and no hatred, no dirt and ruthlessness, and has the image of birth and death of all dharmas. Although Xia Houlin was so used to being inexperienced that he didn't understand what the abbot was saying at all, this should be meant to praise his mother for being so powerful.
The snow fell more and more quickly. The sound of rustling was overwhelming, Xiahou Rui pulled his shoes and pushed open the window. As soon as he entered, the top of the mountain was already white.
Liuzhou, at night, it rained heavily.
There are trees in the dense forest, and tall beech trees stand like ghosts. Assassins walked through the woods, panting, pressing a bloody footprint with every step on the damp, rotten leaves.
Behind her, dozens of disciples of the mountain village were chasing after her, and the long swords in their hands were as cold as snow.
What about the sheath? The person who received her
After running for a long time, the person who was expected to appear has not appeared, and the assassin's eyes were startled for the first time.
The pain in her shoulders and back was like a burning fire, and the wounds on her waist, arms, and thighs were like holes one after another, and all the blood and strength she had left were pouring out. The disciples of Jingdao Villa seem to be able to predict the prophets, and they have placed ambush on every path of her escape. She has no way to retreat, and there is no way to avoid it.
She finally stopped, and the endless sky poured down thousands of rain arrows, each of which stabbed hard on her overwhelmed shoulders.
Pain, unforgettable pain.
The disciples gathered around, and the icy tip of the knife pointed at the desperate assassin.
"You've got nowhere to go, Garuda, just grab it!"
For many years, she hadn't heard such a thing for a long time. The last time I heard it was fifteen years ago, when more than 30 people surrounded her path, and with a wave, she cut off the heads of 15 people, pierced the hearts of seven people, cut off the hands and feet of eight people, and was completely covered. Out of blood, like hell Shura.
Fight to fame. Since then, Garuda has been synonymous with Sensen Yama. As long as people in the world see Hengbo, they will know that the time of death is coming.
She laughed savagely, as usual, extremely arrogant, extremely presumptuous, "There is no way to go? The road to life and death is the same as the road, I am afraid that you will not succeed?"
The transverse wave knife was lying across his chest, like an arc of moonlight.
"Wait!" A deep voice suddenly sounded.
The disciples retreated to both sides, making way for a narrow road. In the heavy rain, a tall man with a knife approached slowly.
"Your enemy is me, Garuda." Liu Guizang stopped and stood three feet away from Xiahou Pei. This is the safest and fastest distance to attack. Their knives are only three feet away, which cannot be reached by knives, but they are not too far away from three feet. As long as they take a step forward, the battle will be triggered.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, and I know you'll come sooner or later. I'm the number one knife in the world, so of course I have to be assassinated by you, the number one assassin in the world." Liu Guizang was a burly middle-aged man with gray hair and a wrinkled face. Like ravines, his eyes are gloomy and sharp, and when he looks at others, it is always reminiscent of Ying Zhun.
"Sorry," Xiahou Pei raised a provocative smile, "I am the number one assassin in the world, and I am the number one knife in the world."
"Sure enough." Liu Guizang laughed very lightly, his smile was stiff, as if pulling the corners of his mouth up, "Every name is given by the world, it doesn't matter if you are number one in the world, the key is What do those stupid pigs and donkeys think. I am very curious about your swordsmanship, but I will not be defeated by you, you are destined to die here. So the world will know that I, Liu Guizang, killed you Garuda."
Xiahou Pei sneered, with irritating sarcasm written on the corners of his eyes and brows, "Hey, ugly, do you know why you can't make the first shot of the day?"
Liu Guizang didn't mind what Xiahou Pei called him, and asked, "Why?"
"If you want to become the number one knife in the world, of course you must first become a knife. You have so many crooked minds, you should accept your fate and be a person!" They collided and splattered with sharp knife light.
Liu Guizang stepped back, took Xiahou Pei's blow again, and said, "What an assassin with a heart like water. Don't you want to know why you died here?"
Xiahou Pei dismissed it, "I don't have time to bullshit you, there is a fool waiting for me to eat at home, your grandfather is in a hurry!"
In an instant, the light of the sword shrouded Liu Guizang overwhelmingly, and the heavy rain seemed to be afraid of Xiahou Pei's endless and endless swordsmanship, and they all avoided the sharp blade. Liu Guizang's eyes couldn't keep up with Xiahou Pei's knife, and he could only evade the thunderous beheading by relying on his keen sense of danger accumulated over the years.
It's impossible, impossible! Xiahou Pei was already covered in bruises, how could he still be so agile
In the dark night, the woman's eyes were like the eyes of a demon, and it could see through his every movement, even the next movement. But she is not a demon after all. Liu Guizang calmly felt her breathing and the sword's stance. She was a human being, and she would be tired and exhausted.
Sure enough, Xiahou Pei was finally unsustainable. The knife momentum was interrupted, and there were flaws in the dense knife technique. The ferocity just now was only a flash in the pan, but Liu Guizang seized the opportunity and sent a knife to Xiahou Pei's heart.
Xiahou Pei clenched his teeth to block the fatal slash at the expense of his shoulders, and then raised his left hand to shoot the arrow in his sleeve. The short arrow cut through the dark night and pierced into Liu Guizang's right eye.
He forgot that she was a swordsman and an assassin.
Liu Guizang cried out in pain, and the disciples supported his body that was about to fall. Xiahou Pei leaned against the tree trunk while panting and laughing, "That's good, I've become a one-eyed ugly monster."
"Someone, kill this woman!" Liu Guizang stared at Xiahou Pei with the rest of his eyes, roaring gloomily, "Cut off her head, split her limbs, throw her corpse in the market, the wind blows every day, thousands of people laugh at it, let everyone People know what happened to Garuda!"
The disciples swarmed up, like birds of prey pouncing on their prey. Xiahou Pei roared loudly, like a lone wolf born to death, like Shura born in blood, slashing through the night with a knife.
In the dark sky, there was not a single star, only countless ferocious raindrops fell on the face.
She remembered that many years ago, she stood on the top of the black-faced Buddha, and the monk in black came behind her.
"You should give Xia Houlin to me too."
"Hey, dead bald donkey, don't tell me you're going to go back."
"You are invincible because you don't have anything to worry about. You swing the transverse wave like waving your own arm. Now that the transverse wave is in the way, it will become heavier, and one day you will no longer be able to swing it."
The top of the black-faced Buddha can overlook the whole mountain. Xiahou Pei lifts his eyes and looks into the distance. She exhausted her eyesight and seemed to see the afterimage of a dirty child jumping among the trees. Suddenly, there were ripples in her eyes that the breeze swept away the water waves, and every wave mark contained an indescribable tenderness, which was an expression she had never had before.
"What are you afraid of?" she remembered saying, "one day he will be a man in the sky, and then I won't have to wave again."
Blood and rain were mixed and splashed on his face, and the sound of tearing flesh was so close. She saw the faces of the disciples, some frightened, some fierce, and some crazy. They fought fiercely in the heavy rain, you come and go, and you never die.
This was the last time she swung the knife, and for a moment, she seemed to see the child with stars in her eyes.
"Small-"
Promise me, don't be afraid. From now on, you will fight all night alone. But even if the storm is dark and the darkness is iron, enemies and thorns will be crushed into mud by your feet.
May your sword be invincible, the wind and rain will not invade, and in the deepest part of the long night, you will finally see the dawn.
Five knives slashed on her left arm, and three knives hit her calf. She fell to her knees all of a sudden, with countless sharp knives stabbing her body behind her. She fell to the ground with blood on her head, and the waves fell at the feet of the disciples, stepping into the mud. Xiahou Pei pulled out the dagger from his waist with the last of his strength and slashed his face with one knife after another. The sword on the back no longer cut, and the disciples used their feet to kick, kick, and trample. In this way, more people can join in the crusade against Garuda. All the bones in her body were broken, and the broken left-handed man was hanging on her body. When the disciples turned her over, she had been out of breath for a long time.
Liu Guizang ordered the disciples to pull her up, and the two disciples each took Garuda's hand and stood her up. However, his left hand suddenly broke, and Garuda's body slumped again. The disciples held her waist and lifted her up again.
Liu Guizang picked up the wave on the ground and cut off Garuda's head with a knife.