Jingdao Villa, the wind comes to the waterside.
Liu Guizang sat cross-legged on the ground, with a thin, narrow-edged long knife lying on his knees. Curtains hung all around, swaying with the wind like a hazy fog. Outside the water pavilion, the green trees stood in shadows, and the maid stood quietly in the distance, waiting for his call at any time.
This is the waterside pavilion he is proud of. He personally supervised the construction. Every piece of Huangshan stone was transported from Anhui thousands of miles away, and built into a snow cave rockery under his nose. He received distinguished guests from all over the world here, and listening to their voices was like listening to the spring and white snow of Shikuang.
"Villager, the Donghai Raging Tidemen come to offer a knife score!"
"Taihang Mountain Tianyidao came to offer music!"
"The West Lake Gentleman's Sword has come to offer his music!"
He opened his eyes and looked at his territory like a lion, his eyes full of pride.
"Send an order, set a banquet, all the monarchs can go home as much as they can!"
"Thank you, Villa Master!" Everyone bowed their heads in unison, exiting the wind and water pavilion one by one.
A clear applause suddenly sounded outside the curtain, Liu Guizang turned his head, narrowed his eyes, and saw a black figure sitting on his right. He was wearing a huge hood, only showing a little bit of a bearded chin, and because he was hiding behind a heavy curtain, even his figure appeared and disappeared as the wind curtain swayed.
"Congratulations to the owner of Liu Zhuang for getting what you want, and all the swords in the world belong to Jingdao Villa. You are the first in the world, a master in the world."
"Don't dare to be," Liu Guizang slowly held the glass, "I'm still far behind your abbot."
"He has lived in seclusion for a long time and has long been forgotten by the world. How can he be compared with you?"
"You're wrong," Liu Guizang said solemnly, "it is precisely because he disappeared, no one can challenge him anymore, and no one can surpass his reputation. In thirty years, he killed one person at one step, and ten people at ten steps. , the blood fell at his feet, like stepping out a blood lotus with every step. That scene, even if I was not in the killing field, just listening to the old people's narration was like seeing it with my own eyes!"
"It's all in the past."
"But he is an insurmountable myth!"
The man in black laughed lowly, "Master Liu, do you want our abbot's life?"
"As long as I have you as my inner responder, what are you afraid of?" Liu Guizang laughed, "My friend, don't you want to be the new abbot?"
"Human, how greedy!" The man in black sighed, "Heart-killing Buddha is a man who stood on the top of a mountain and picked stars. I am an ant-like person, how dare I compete with him?"
Liu Guizang sneered, "One thousand taels can buy Garuda's life, I wonder if three thousand taels are enough to kill a heart?"
"Of course it's not enough," the man in black laughed mysteriously, "I'm very loyal to him."
When Liu Guizang heard the joke, he laughed loudly, "Loyalty!? Qiye Jialan, who works for money, who knows? Why, 3,000 taels is too little? Then 4,000 taels, you don't need to take action, just tell me where is he."
"Master Liu, you are familiar with the swordsmanship in the world, but you don't know the grass and trees of Jialan." The man in black whispered, "I wonder if you have ever heard a legend that many years ago, when the war swept the world, the people were poor. , The swordsman walked around with a knife. At that time, when there was hatred among the people, they wrote the hated people on the bricks of the temple, begging the Buddha to beg for mercy and solve their grievances. To show their respect, they would stand in front of the Buddha's feet. Put down a little food, sometimes it is a few steamed buns with sporadic minced meat, and sometimes steamed buns with sugar residue. Passing swordsmen will eat the food and kill them with a knife when they see the name and the offering. An enemy with that name.
Later, the group of swordsmen came together and formed Garan, the earliest assassin. They ate under the same roof as thieves and robbers, and slept in the same bed as ji girls. As long as they hear the prayer in front of the Buddha, they will walk at night with swords in their hands, chasing them for thousands of miles. That is our ancestors, they assassinated just for food and clothing. "
"Now for money, maybe houses and women."
"Wrong, wrong," the man in black shook his head, "Now we are ghosts walking in the night, claiming our lives by name, and we do nothing."
"In the end, you just don't dare to be your enemy." Liu Guizang looked at the man in black with contempt, "Then Xia Houlin's life can always be given to me."
The man in black still shook his head.
Liu Guizang was furious and stood up, "He's just a wretch! If you have more of him and less of him, what do you have to lose?"
"It's wrong again," the man in black stood up, folded his hands in front of his belly, and walked towards the depths of the forest, "he is the half body of Garuda, and the future of Garan. Otherwise, why would I come all the way here to be with you? You worm cooperate. A real sharp blade must be forged with hatred and forged with blood. Now that hatred is enough, he needs more blood."
"You... what do you mean?" Liu Guizang's eyes widened in horror.
"Your blood will pave the way for him to lead to Jialan's first seat." The man in black said, "I hope you will still be alive when we meet again next time. Goodbye, Master Liu."
When the curtain fluttered again, the man in black had disappeared. He was gone as if he had come without a trace, as if a ghost haunted out of nowhere. Liu Guizang was drenched in cold sweat and sat down tremblingly.
What does he mean? Could it be that he helped himself just to let himself be killed by Xiahou Rin
Alarmist! That is a waste that even his mother dared not come out when his mother was eaten by a dog. How could he take his life
Liu Guizang stroked the long knife in his palm and felt a little relieved.
But the next moment, he remembered the look in the boy's eyes that he had seen on Beichang Street, and he couldn't help shivering.
In the dense forest, the man in black walked slowly, his footsteps were unbelievably soft, as if stepping in the void, and there was no sound at all.
There is a small stream not far away. The women in washing clothes roll up their sleeves and tie their trouser legs to pound their clothes by the stream. The sun is melting and shining on their lotus-like hands and feet. They are white and beautiful.
"Ah, I forgot." The man in black murmured to himself, "He still lacks a woman. This woman must be beautiful and gentle enough to heal his mother's pain. Boy, she needs to be in a woman's place. to be a real man in bed."
East Factory Yamen.
A fast horse rushed to the front of the yamen, and the Dongchang Fanzi in black and armor jumped down. Fanzi was carrying the official document printed with the words "Immediately delivered". The yamen guard did not dare to delay and opened the door to let him go. Fanzi, holding the official document in both hands, hurried all the way, turned around the shadow wall, passed through the moon gate, and reached the back hall.
Shen Jue was drinking hot tea and asked, "What's the matter?"
Fanzi stooped over the threshold, knelt down on the ground, and said, "Liuzhou is in a hurry, there is news that Garuda was killed in Jingdao Villa, and the owner of Jingdao Villa, Liu Guizang, exposed his body in the In the market, and let his dog bite his flesh and blood, and Jialan has no one to come forward."
The hot tea fell out of his hands and was poured into his arms, the tea flowing all over his body. Shen Wenxing let out an "Oops" and hurriedly brought a handkerchief to wipe for Shen Jue.
Garuda is dead? Shen Jue couldn't believe it, that demon-like woman's smile with her lips hooked was still reflected in his mind, vividly in his mind.
She is dead, what about Xiahou Lin? Shen Jue hurriedly asked, "What news does Xiahou Lin have?"
"I have never seen a trace of it."
Shen Jue sat for a while, until Shen Wenxing asked him in a low voice, "Godfather, do you want to change into clean clothes?"
Shen Jue glanced at the tea stains on his clothes, shook his head, and asked, "Do you know why Garuda was killed?"
Fanzi replied: "According to the insider's information, it seems that the day when Garuda was assassinated happened to be a heavy rain in Liuzhou. She was whipped for her son many years ago. Return to Tibet to kill."
Shen Jue was shocked, what kind of whipping, what old wounds? Could it be the whipping that Xia Houlin let him escape without permission five years ago? Shen Jue didn't know what it was like in his heart, it was like a mess, he couldn't get it right, he couldn't pick it out. The old things buried under the dust, I didn't expect to bring such a tail, Garuda's death, before he knew it, he also participated in it! He would never have thought that in order to save him, Xia Houlin's mother and son paid such a high price!
What will happen to Xia Houlin? If he knew that he would have such consequences for saving himself in the first place, would he regret and blame himself
Could he... not want to see himself again
Shen Jue's eyes were mixed with light and dark, and his fingers were pressed against the table, making the fingertips blue and white.
At this moment, Fanzi, the gatekeeper, ran in and handed a sandalwood box, "Master, a mother and son brought this box just now at the door, saying that half a year ago, a woman asked them if she didn't come back after half a year. Take it and send the box to the East Factory."
Shen Jue lowered her eyes and looked at the box. She couldn't see any expression on her face. She could only see the dense feather-like eyelashes. When she opened the box, she trembled slightly.
There is only one house deed in it. The house is in Jinggongfang, which is a small yard next to the Buliang Bridge behind the Fuxiang Temple.
The owner's name is Xia Houlin.
Shen Jue rubbed the corner of the house deed and asked, "What about the mother and son?"
Fanzi led the mother and son in, and they hugged each other timidly. There were several patches on the cotton jacket, but it was better than being clean. The child hid behind his mother and stuck out a furry head. , looked at Shen Jue.
"Do you know who the woman who gave you the box is?"
"It's a heroine, she said her surname was Xiahou." The mother whispered, "My little treasure fell into the water, and she rescued Xiaobao. Father-in-law, we have never opened the box, we don't know what's inside, I... Can we go home?"
Shen Wenxing said oddly, "You don't know what's in it and you send it here, aren't you afraid of something going on?"
"She's also a woman with children, I can see that," said the mother, "a person who is a mother will not do bad things."
Shen Jue waved his hand and asked Shen Wenxing to give them a few ingots of silver to send them out of the yamen. He waved the crowd back, opened the curtain, turned into the back room, and put the box and the static iron together. Under the blue light, the black paint of the box was flowing with moist light. Shen Jue stroked the box and let out a long sigh.
The beloved son of his parents has far-reaching plans.
Senior, I heard your wish.