"Come again!"
"Not this time, come again!"
"Cough! His grandma's, I don't believe I can't beat you!"
The ninety-eighth time Hengbo was knocked into the air, Xiahou Lin knelt on the ground, his hands trembling. Blood seeped drop by drop from the tiger's mouth and other open wounds on his palms, and fell into the snow like bright plum blossoms.
In seventeen years, this is the first time he has practiced the sword until the tiger's mouth is broken, but he is still no match for even one trick.
Chi Yan took out the bandage from the room and wrapped it around Xia Houlin's hand. The blood quickly soaked the white cloth strips, and red ink-like spots appeared. Xia Houlin clenched his fists, his palms were burning with pain, and every finger was clamoring for exhaustion.
"I'm bored, do you have any wine?"
Shaking his head in disgust.
This kid lived like an immortal. He didn't drink or eat meat. Xia Houlin almost suspected that he didn't shit.
Xia Houlin sighed again, and sat side by side with Chiyan under the large eaves, watching the sunset over the distant mountains.
"Am I very useless? I tried my best, but I can only do it to this extent." Xiahou Rin looked at his palm.
"You're not useless, you're just a little stupid."
"..." Xia Houlin turned his head to look at Chi Yan, and Chi Yan also looked at him. Chi Yan's pupils were very large, black and lacquered, and Xia Houlin's face was clearly reflected in them.
This guy is not mocking him, he is comforting him seriously.
Xia Houlin was a little speechless, sighed, and said, "When can I kill Liu Guizang when I look like this?"
"Is he great?"
"He is a master. Some people say that when facing his knife, it is like lightning strikes his body. He can't hide or escape. He can only let him split himself in half."
She was silent for a while, as if she was thinking seriously.
"Maybe you can live longer with him."
"… "
"Or you can find another way."
Xia Houlin raised his eyes and asked, "What's the trail?"
Chi Yan shook his head and said, "I don't know. I just met a person before. The first time I saw him, he was kneading a noodle man, and the business was very bleak. He told me that he had set up a stall for seven days, and I was the first The man who bought his noodles. When I went there again, he had changed jobs, and a lot of people praised him, saying he made a lot of money doing new jobs."
"What kind of errand did he change?"
"Pick shit."
"..." Xia Houlin covered his face, "Chiyan, if you weren't my brother, I would have beaten you now."
Chi Yan drew his knife blankly, "Are you going to fight?"
Xia Houlin still practiced day after day, tirelessly accompany him to practice, but Xia Houlin was always defeated at the first move. This seems to be an endless cycle, the knife is shot, pick up the knife, hit again, and pick up again... Holding annoyance is like a natural danger that can never be crossed, standing in the snow holding the knife, indifferently again and again Repel Xiahou Lin who wished to defeat him.
After practicing until the beginning of spring, Xia Houlin went down the mountain and brought back spring clothes and a few booklets.
He put the booklet on the kang table, the top is "Disciple's Rules", and the bottom is "Yan's Sleeping Pleasure". Xia Houlin was practicing swordsmanship outside, and he was sitting in the room looking at the booklet.
The sun was setting, and when Xia Houlin stopped, Chi Yan was already sitting under the eaves. Xia Houlin sat next to him and took a sip of water, and asked casually, "How is it, do you see any way? I have arranged it for you. First, read "Disciple Rules" and teach you to be a serious kid. Baby, read "The Analects" again to teach you how to be a man, then read "Jin Ping Mei" and "Yan's Sleeping Pleasure" to teach you how to be a famous man."
Chi Yan showed no expression, Xia Houlin couldn't tell what he was thinking, maybe his heart was full of turbulence, but his face was still calm.
"Have you watched "Picture of Love"? The one who taught you how to work with your daughter-in-law, you must take a good look. I found it from my mother, she was on the foot of the bed, and I was so big I just found it." Xia Houlin slept on the ground holding his head, "I can't stay behind, you can give birth to a baby for our family and continue the incense."
"Daughter-in-law?" Chi Yan frowned.
No wonder this kid didn't react at all, he didn't even know what his daughter-in-law was. Xiahou sat up swiftly, looking at Chihan with a headache.
Although Chi Yan has a very strong swordsmanship, how to be a person still has to learn from Xia Houlin.
Xia Houlin felt that he had a heavy task on his shoulders, so he chose his words carefully and said, "My daughter-in-law is the person who will accompany you for the rest of your life, wait for you to eat and sleep, and give birth to you. Do you understand? As men, we just You have to protect your wife and children, and don't let them be bullied even if you risk your life."
"What kind of person can be a daughter-in-law?"
"The one you like." Xia Houlin thought about it, and then said, "But you have to be virtuous, at least you have to be able to cook and needlework!"
Under the dark golden sunlight, Chiyan turned his head and asked, "I like you, can you be my daughter-in-law? You can cook and needlework, which is very suitable."
Xia Houlin was stunned for a while, and looked at him quietly, his dark pupils like an ancient mirror.
Xia Houlin felt sadness in his heart, it's over, this kid's brain can't be saved.
With a heavy sigh, Xiahou grabbed the abbot's tired shoulders. He looked a little weak, but in fact, there were thin muscles under his clothes, full of strength, and the moment of eruption was enough to kill a god and kill a Buddha. The powerful assassin sat obediently and listened quietly to Xia Houlin's words.
"Chian, remember, your daughter-in-law must meet the following conditions. First, she is a person; second, she is a woman; third, she is younger than you, well, two or three years older than you. It doesn't matter how old you are. I won't say anything about being smart, wise, virtuous and housekeeping. You can figure it out for yourself when the time comes, do you understand?"
Chi Yan stayed for a while before realizing that Xia Houlin had rejected him, and nodded somewhat disappointedly, as if unhappy.
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Xia Houlin's progress was very slow, not even at all. Under his disgusting men, he even managed to survive a single move. That time, it was because Xiahou made glutinous rice dumplings at noon, and he was tired of eating it, so he was in a hurry to go out.
Xia Houlin was completely at a loss, he might not be the material for practicing swords at all.
Everyday, besides sitting under the eaves in a daze, Chi Yan sits on the edge of the cliff in a daze. He hasn't practiced the knife much at all, but he can still beat Xia Houlin with one move. Talent must be paid attention to in everything. When Xia Hou Pei gave birth to the two of them, he gave Chi Yan his talent, and gave Xia Hou Rin a joke about eating, drinking, and having fun. Xia Houlin knows nothing but swings in the woods to catch frogs.
He began to become very irritable. Xiahou Pei's rotting corpse and carrion eaten by dogs were tossing and turning in his dreams every night, but he still stagnates, the transverse waves in his hand seem to be rusted, in his hands When swung, it was as dull as a piece of iron burning in a furnace. Sometimes he could even hear the waves laughing at him, struggling to get out of his grasp.
When he saw Chi Yan sitting idle on the edge of the cliff blowing xun, he couldn't help thinking, if only Chi Yan was kept by his mother's side. As long as Chihan wanted to kill Liu Guizang, Liu Guizang would definitely not survive tomorrow morning.
But Xiahou Pei raised Xiahou Rin, a useless waste.
The mountain wind tore at Xia Houlin's hair, and Xia Houlin carried Hengbo and sat on the roof of the thatched hut. The setting sun was bloody, dazzling red.
"Xiao Lian." A disgusted voice came from behind.
Xia Houlin responded in a low voice and did not look back.
"I can catch the disciples of Jingdao Villa to try the knife for you." Chi Yan suddenly said.
Xia Houlin was suddenly startled and raised his head, showing no expression in disgust, as if he was talking about something very common.
Xia Houlin's heart was beating violently, he remembered, that's how Chian was trained. It's okay to be bored, and maybe so can he.
But…
He bit his lip hesitantly.
A pigeon fluttered up and landed on Chihan's head. Tired grabbed it and took a note from the pigeon's paw.
"What?" Xia Houlin asked.
"The abbot's letter," Chi Yan said, "he said that Liu Guizang bought the life of the Northern School master, and asked me if I would accept the deal."
"What!" Xiahou stood up, "Is he crazy? Liu Guizang just killed my mother, and he wants to help him kill!?"
She looked at him blankly.
The two were silent, the air seemed to stagnate, and the wind didn't move. Xia Houlin suddenly realized that this is Qiye Jialan! As long as you give money, what business can't be done
Liu Guizang killed Garuda who assassinated him, and he can only blame Garuda for being overly self-sufficient, and no one would accuse Liu Guizang. Assassins are moths in the dark, rushing towards the faint candlelight one after another, unable to control their lives and help themselves. Who cares what an ugly moth thinks? The murderous assassin was buried in the dog's belly, with no bones left, Liu Guizang would not feel pain, no one in the world would feel pain, neither would Jia Lan, only Xia Houlin would suffer.
From start to finish, it was just him.
"Are you going?" Xia Houlin asked in a hoarse voice.
"No, others will."
Xia Houlin resisted the turmoil in his heart and sat down. It was getting dark, and his heart seemed to sink into the abyss.
"You just said to help me catch the people from Jingdao Villa to try the knife, is that true?"
"Um."
"Then help me catch it." Xia Houlin heard his slow and clear voice, "The more the better."
The two of them sneaked down the mountain and ran all the way to Liuzhou. Xia Houlin tried to find Xiahou Pei's skeleton at the mass grave, but found nothing. The Yizhuang in Liuzhou kept the mass graves well organized, and every nameless corpse was wrapped in a straw mat and lay quietly in the soil. No one is missing an arm or a leg.
Even these deceased with unknown surnames have whole corpses, but Xiahou Pei, who used to be in all corners of the world, has no bones left.
It must have been smashed to ashes. Xiahou Lin thought numbly, how could Liu Guizang, the man who will pay revenge, keep Xia Hou Pei's corpse left by the dog
They rented a courtyard in the suburbs. It turned out to be a group of people. In order to prevent children from sneaking away, they built a high wall, and each door was locked with three locks. Chiyan began to help Xiahou Lin arrest people, Xiahou Lin just started, Chiyan only arrested five disciples back and locked them in iron cages.
"How is their swordsmanship?" Xia Houlin asked.
"Very weak."
"Then let three people out first."
Chi Yan nodded, opened the iron door, and dragged three people out, each handing a knife.
The disciples were trembling with fear. They remembered that they had been drinking tea in the city properly, when a ghost appeared behind them, knocked them unconscious, and brought them here unknowingly.
These two men who looked exactly the same, one had a stern look and a shallow scar on his eyes, which added a bit of ferocity to his face, the other was expressionless, his face was indifferent, and he looked down. When they were like gods and Buddhas in temples without sadness and joy.
Two lunatics, they must want them to kill each other!
"Garduro... You are Garuda..." Someone opened his eyes wide and pointed at Xiahou Lin with a trembling finger.
The two brothers looked very similar to Xiahou Pei, and Xiahou Pei was especially similar to Xiahou Pei with sullen eyes. Xia Houlin ignored that person and pulled Hengbo out of the sheath, wanting them to stand up and fight him. He has already thought about it, and by playing with them, he will write down Qi's swordsmanship, and then study the tactics of restraining Qi's sword.
The man saw Hengbo and said in horror: "Garduro's ghost is back! You... you are Garuda! I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose, it was all under the instigation of the village owner! Those two people, they both cut you down. Several times, the guy with a mole on his face said it would be nice if you hadn't been chopped off, and he would have a good time..."
Xia Houlin's action of drawing his sword stopped.
"What nonsense are you talking about!" the disciple with a mole on his face shouted, "You cut her too! You kicked her foot, and you broke Garuda's leg bone! And you!" He pointed to another One of the disciples, "It was you who offered a plan to the village owner, saying that you could use a wolf dog to lead out her son!"
"Don't say it, I don't want to die! It's what the villa owner said, whoever slashes Garuda will get a piece of silver! I... I've slashed thirteen times, but she's an assassin, and an assassin's death is more than enough, isn't it? "
It was as if a string had broken in his mind, and Xia Houlin's heart throbbed fiercely.
He suddenly felt that he was ridiculous. Since his hands were already full of blood, why not add more!
What's more, these people all deserve to die.
Xia Houlin raised his eyes, and there was a ruthless ruthlessness in his eyes.
"Stand up and fight with Lao Tzu!"
"You... don't you want us to kill each other?" the disciple with the mole on his face asked blankly.
"Cannibalism?" Xiahou smiled indifferently, "That's too cheap for you guys. Get up and fight me!"
"Do you want the three of us to beat you?" The three of them looked at each other and laughed loudly, "You arrogant bastard, brothers, kill this fool! We can kill you once, or kill you the first time. Second time!"
The three rushed over together, Xia Houlin licked his teeth and clenched the waves.
The air suddenly became thick and all the sounds became very slow. He heard the clanging sound of the blade being unsheathed, the sound of the wind on the belt, and the thick soles of the soap boots hitting the ground. The one on the far left ran the fastest, and the sharp blade could touch his hair. The one on the far right was the slowest. That man was waiting, waiting for Xia Houlin to deliver a fatal blow when he was pinched.
In an instant, Xia Houlin made a decision. The transverse wave avoided the oncoming sharp blade, lifted it up, and drew a bloodstain as thin as a silk thread, deep into the bone, on the face of the comer.
Galan knife Yanxie.
Then quickly to the right, the direction of the knife changed from top to bottom in an instant, drawing a full moon-like arc and slashing at the shoulder of the second person. The arm was cut off, blood spurted out, Xia Houlin crossed the blood spring, took a step forward, the tip of Hengbo's knife went through a tortuous route, and pierced into the abdomen of the third person, Xia Houlin twisted the blade, and Hengbo was in his abdomen. Stirring, blood flowed out along the blood tank, the man grabbed the transverse wave tightly, and fell to his knees.
Something was different. He held the transverse waves in his hand like two pieces of iron welded together. The sound of flesh and blood separating and bones breaking made his blood boil. Xia Houlin looked at the expanding circle of blood under his feet, suddenly came back to his senses, and looked around in a daze.
The three fell to the ground and died, and the two remaining in the iron cage looked at Xia Houlin in fear, as if they had seen a bloodthirsty monster.
Chi Yan opened the door again, picked up the knife from the pool of blood, and threw it to them.
"continue."
One person was holding a knife and shouting forward, Xia Houlin didn't have time to think, he quickly took out the knife, blood splattered on his face, and he closed his eyes subconsciously.
The last one cried and knelt down, begging Xiahou Rin to spare his life.
"I'm new here. I only started last month. Winter is not easy. There is no food at home. My parents have no choice but to send me to Jingdao Villa. Everyone knows that Jingdao Villa is very hard to practice swords. My father Mother has no way to send me in! What Garuda, I don't know! Please, let me go!"
Xia Houlin's knife stopped, however, at that moment, a very bright light flashed through Xia Houlin's eyes. The assassin's instinct told him that it was the reflection of the blade. Sure enough, a short blade like a willow leaf slid from the man's sleeve to the palm of his hand, and stabbed straight at Xia Houlin's heart.
Xia Houlin's pupils tightened.
The right hand was held by someone, and the transverse wave knocked off the short blade, severing the man's throat, like breaking a fragile willow branch, and the head rolled to the ground, leaving bloodstains like splashing ink.
Xia Houlin turned his head and saw Chi Yan standing beside him, holding his right hand in his right hand.
"Don't stop, Xiaolin. When you stop, the evil ghost will climb up from the ground and grab your ankle." Chi Yan looked down at the man, his indifferent eyes like the stone statues on the high platform of the God Throne, " So, don't stop."