Governor’s Illness

Chapter 43: Willow head

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The charcoal fire was burning, and a pot was placed on the kang, which was warmed with hot wine. Several unkempt men sat around the heated kang, drinking and eating beef. They are all far-flung rivers and lakes, resting in the Maodian in the mountains. The old shopkeeper was sincere and gave them a pot of wine to warm up. Although the wax wine was cloudy and the wine tasted as thin as water, it was better than nothing.

"Dude, the sequel to "Galan Dot Ghost Book" has been published, have you read it?" a man said.

"Of course I read it. This time, not only the nameless ghosts who have recently gained fame, but also 27 famous kalan knives are listed. The first one is the Qiushui of Jinna Luo." Another fat man said.

"If you want me to say, it should be the first one." The beginning of the humane said, "He brought the old ghost of Montenegro's lair last month, killing one person in one step, and blood in ten steps. I heard that the blood on the Montenegro runs along the The Heishui River has been flowing downward, and the people at the foot of the mountain went to wash their clothes, and when they brought them back, they were all dyed red!"

"Then why don't you talk about Hengbo? Whether Hengbo is the former Garuda or the current nameless ghost, they are all first-class assassins of Garan. Didn't the news come from yesterday that the nameless ghost killed another unlucky ghost? "

"What is the nameless ghost? If he didn't take Zhaoye with him, how could he be so powerful?" I have a brother who was fortunate enough to have a glimpse, oh my, that beauty is like a fairy!"

"I really don't know why Zhaoye followed the nameless ghost. Someone said last time that Zhaoye was originally the fiancée of the Tang family seventeen, but was robbed by the unknown ghost, and he also coerced Tang seventeen to be his lackey."

The man clicked his tongue, "No. If I were Tang Shiqi, I would kill the nameless ghost with a knife. Who the hell would dare to shit on the neck of Qi Laozi!?"

There was a man wrapped in a blanket in the corner. He was sleeping on the ground and was awakened by a drinking quack. The Jianghu guests talked happily, and scrambled to announce that if they were fortunate enough to have a spring breeze with Zhaoye, they would be willing to be slashed by an unknown ghost.

The man whispered, "Actually, Zhaoye is not a beauty."

His voice was not loud, but everyone heard it, and Qi Qi turned to look at him. Some Jianghu guests sat beside him with a glass of wine, "What, have you seen it?"

The man nods.

"Impossible! My brother won't lie to me. He said that Zhao Ye's eyebrows, eyes, and cherry mouth are like fox spirits. Seeing them will make people lose their souls!" .

"But..." The man started shaking and said in a trembling voice, "But Zhaoye has no eyebrows, no eyes, and no mouth at all!"

As soon as the words fell, the broken door of Maodian was suddenly pushed open by something, and the white light came in, and everyone was blinded by the light.

There was a slender girl standing against the light, unable to see her face, only a graceful figure. Her hands were hanging by her sides, wide sleeves covering her arms.

A hoarse man's voice came from behind her:

"The nameless ghost of Qiye Garan, send your Excellency to a blissful life."

The girl suddenly moved, her arms crossed in front of her chest, and everyone saw that those arms were not arms, but long knives flowing with cold light! The next moment, they also saw the girl's face, with no eyebrows, no eyes, and no mouth. It was a bisque mask with only two dark eye holes.

The arc flashed, and the girl flew in. The man wrapped in the blanket screamed, "Shine!"

Everyone was stunned, hurriedly picked up the knife, and hid in the corner of the Maodian. The old shopkeeper hid in the curved ruler counter to protect his wife, shaking like a quail.

The man hurriedly dodged, pulled out a long knife from his arms, and slashed at Zhaoye's shoulder.

Zheng—

The expected blood didn't splatter, but there was only the crisp sound of iron objects hitting each other. The long knife slammed on Zhao Ye's shoulder, and it actually broke a hole! The man's pupils tightened suddenly.

Zhao Ye was expressionless, his dark eyes turned towards the man, and a dark light flowed on his porcelain white face. She raised her right hand, and everyone saw the three-foot-long blade on her arm slashing fiercely. The man turned sideways to dodge, but before he had time, an arm was cut off, and blood was gushing out.

"Ah!!" The man rolled on the ground in pain, his right hand landed on the ground with a clatter, and moved a few times.

Zhao Ye didn't move any more, just stood there silently, with his head down.

A tall man walked into the Maodian, with bronzed skin and a thin knife scar above his right eye. It was a man as tough as a lone wolf, and his eyes were fierce and cold.

The Jianghu guests held their breaths, and some daring people nodded their heads and watched secretly.

Nameless ghost.

"Let me find it, Gao Xiaoxianggong." Xiahou Rin picked a high chair and sat down, with his legs crossed and his chin up, looking at the man who was shaking on the ground, "You're a goddamn escape, running from Hangzhou to the mountains. Come here, the evil old man is chasing after your ass, and his leg almost broke."

"Let go of me! Uncle, let me go!" The man grabbed Xia Houlin's boot and put five blood-red fingerprints on it, "Please! I have money, I have a lot of money, give it to you, let me go! "

Xia Houlin laughed wickedly, "You can give me money to kill the person who bought your life. But your head has been bought, there is absolutely no reason for you to keep it."

"Good! Good!" The man struggled to sit up, "I'll give you money, you help me, help me kill the person who bought my life!"

The man put his left hand into his arms, and a cold metal light flashed across Xia Houlin's eyes, like a sharp knife in the eyelids, Xia Houlin was startled, and immediately retreated, the short black arrow stabbed his arm. The doorpost behind. Xia Houlin glanced at the arrow, turned his head, and flashed fiercely in his eyes.

The man stood up, clutched his broken arm and stumbled out, and was quickly overtaken by Xia Houlin. Xia Houlin held his collar and pressed his face down on the charcoal fire on the kang. The mansion was filled with shrill screams from men. The smell of barbecued meat suddenly permeated the entire Maodian, and the Jianghu guests hid in the corner and shivered.

Xiahou Rin opened his right hand, opened his palm in the direction of Zhaoye, and then clenched his fist fiercely.

The sharp-eyed Jianghu guest saw that under the sun, Xia Houlin's ten fingers were wrapped with thin silk threads, connecting Zhaoye's limbs. The silk thread was so thin that it was almost invisible, hidden in the air, and only occasionally showed a flash of silver when the sun was shining directly.

Everyone suddenly understood that the so-called "Zhaoye" was not a person at all, but a puppet of Xia Houlin.

The silk thread vibrated in the air like a butterfly flapping its wings. Zhao Ye raised his sword arm and chopped it down! The man's head was neatly separated from his body, and his neck was neatly cut, like a stake cut by a saw. The man kicked his feet a few times, but there was no sound.

Xia Houlin put his head in a snakeskin bag and hung it around Zhaoye's neck.

"A sin!" The old shopkeeper crawled out from under the counter and cried while looking at the man's headless body, "A sin, when is the time for retribution! Young man, why do you take people's lives and kill innocents indiscriminately!"

Xia Houlin stopped when he stepped out of the threshold, turned his head slightly, and his cold eyes fell on the old shopkeeper.

"The old man is very good at speaking slander." Xia Houlin said fiercely, clenching his teeth, "If your wife is killed and your daughter is raped, let's see if you won't say 'When is time for retribution'?"

The old shopkeeper froze in place, angrily scolding Xiahou Lin, "cutting off sons and never grandchildren", "severing a thousand knives and ten thousand cuts", Xiahou Lin turned a deaf ear, took Zhao Ye to the horse, and walked away.

The mountains rose and fell, and the sunset covered the sky, as if the entire sky was burning. The fire of the sky has spread to the world, and the hillside not far away is blooming with splendid azaleas, burning all the way to the bottom of the mountain. Xia Houlin rode his horse through the mountains, looking from a distance, it seemed like he was running in the boundless sea of fire.

Xia Houlin is already twenty-one years old. Like other assassins in Jialan, he has been struggling in the sea of swords and flames, and has become the unknown ghost he is today. Chi Yan is right, he is really not a good material for practicing swords. He practiced in Liuzhou's Bie Zhuang for nearly a year, and killed dozens of Jingdao Villa disciples. Liu Guizang searched for him all over the world, and Xiahou Lin's name could stop children from crying at night in Liuzhou City. But he still didn't make any significant gains. Under Chi Yan's subordinates, he could only survive seven moves even if he died.

And Liu Guizang's reputation has become more and more prosperous. He bought the Garan assassin and assassinated the Northern Sect master for him. Since then, the Jingdao Villa is the dominant family, and it seems to be the first in the rivers and lakes, the supreme martial arts. He began to recruit a large number of disciples, set up sub-rudders in various places, and presided over the so-called justice. All families and factions have grievances and grievances to Jingdao Villa to mediate. What's more, he arrested the underworld in all corners of the world, put him on the stage of punishment, and invited the world alliance to watch the beheading.

All of this is based on the fact that he killed Garuda four years ago.

However, Xia Houlin was still a gnat in the shadows, and he could only peep at Liu Guizang who was aloof with gloomy eyes.

Xia Houlin had no choice but to find another way.

He thought of Tang Lan's Qianji. Tang Lan was born in the Tang Sect, and what he is really good at is not swordsmanship, but mechanical techniques. He dug up Tang Lan's tomb and found his organ note "Tian Gong Ji" in Tang Lan's coffin. It records the Tang Sect's organ technique, as well as the long-lost thread of Jialan.

It turned out that Tang Lan defected from the Tang Sect and went to Jialan, just to restore the thread. It's a pity that he didn't succeed. Although his life in Jialan gave him a lot of help, he found a way to smelt the pulling wire, and also turned to the array spectrum of the Thousand Wire Hundred Net Array, and also recorded the pulling wire puppet technique. But he didn't find the most crucial thing - the smelting material for the thread. He only drew a texture map of the ore without leaving the name of the ore. Without material, there is no pulling wire, and everything is in vain.

In order to practice organ skills, Xiahou Rin rescued Tang Shiqiu, who was being taken to Zhuxietai Road. He was arrested for eating soft food among several women at the same time. Three of the women said that he was pregnant with his child. , but he refused to admit it. Xia Houlin disguised himself as Tang Shiqi and went to Tangmen, where he copied the map of Tangmen's organs, and Tang Shiqi and Shuqing responded outside, taking Tangmen's classics out of Tangmen little by little. Although it was finally discovered, fortunately, his efforts were not in vain, and he found smelting materials to replace the original ore.

However, Xia Houlin's pulling wire is far inferior to the recorded pulling wire. The genuine pulling wire can cut gold and break iron, while Xia Houlin's pulling wire can only cut tofu. However, although it can't kill people, it can also complete the silk puppet technique and control the puppet to kill.

So Xia Houlin and Tang Shiqi cooperated to forge this peerless killer - Zhaoye.

Four years later, Xiahou Lin couldn't hold back. Maybe it's time for him to go to Liuzhou, he thought.

The number of towns gradually increased, and Xia Houlin put a hood on Zhao Ye.

Just after the sun set, Xia Houlin arrived at the Wanxiang Tower in Jinling. The servant recognized Xia Houlin's horse and rushed over to help Xiahoulin carry Zhaoye down.

"Brother Leng, you're back! Where will the bounty be sent this time? Is it stored in the bank or sent back to Jialan?"

"It's in the bank." Xia Houlin threw the whip to him.

"Okay," the servant smiled, hunched over, "how long will brother stay this time? It's going to be lively tonight. There is a young girl named Liu Shaoer who wants to sell her body. She was trained by Xiangnu's mother herself, playing and singing. She can do everything, and she is proficient in poetry and poetry. Would you like to comb her cage? If you want, just say it, and my mother will definitely not dare to neglect you. "

"Don't." Xia Houlin refused without thinking. He lifted up the curtain and entered the building. The greasy and sweet scent of fat powder rushed to his face. The bright red octagonal lanterns are placed in five steps, and the thin red luster makes up the girl's face and skin into an intoxicating charm. There were laughter of men and women everywhere. In the lobby, men and women sat on top of each other, shoving cups for a change, and their lips and teeth met.

A girl recognized Xia Houlin and leaned over with a sweet smile. Xia Houlin frowned and stepped aside. When he frowned, there was a sense of loneliness, and the girl didn't dare to lean on him again when she saw the fear in her heart.

"Really not? I've seen this girl when she was young, and she has a very good color. Xiangnu's mother couldn't compare it when she was young. When my brother is older, it is time for a woman to serve him. It is better than being alone. Aren't you alone? Don't worry, no one dares to touch her when you're not here, only you are there. If you get bored, you can sell it again."

Xia Houlin said impatiently, "I said no. What about my brother and the others?"

The servant said loudly, "On the second floor, they also came to see Miss Liu Shao's appearance tonight."

"Okay, get out of here." Xia Houlin turned and walked towards the backyard, passing through the red silk curtains hanging all over the building and the couples of men and women, avoiding the woman who wanted to lean on him, bypassing the pool and the shadow wall, He walked through the hall, went to the backyard to find his own house, stepped in and closed the door.

The pain in the waist and abdomen was overwhelming, like a fire burning. It was an accidental injury that was accidentally dropped when the surnamed Gao was assassinated in Hangzhou. Xia Houlin took off his shirt, revealing his muscles like an axe and a knife. It was covered with large and small scars. Sword wounds, knife wounds, stick wounds, and arrow wounds abounded. There was hardly an inch of good flesh.

There was a dizzy red line on his waist, like smudged ink on rice paper. Xia Houlin gritted his teeth and tore off the fake skin, the pain of tearing the scar almost made him faint.

At that time, the time was too tight, he stuck it with fake leather and left, just thinking about stopping the bleeding, but now he can suffer. He took good medicine, wrapped a bandage, and was sweating profusely. I wiped my body casually, put on my clothes, opened the door, and the moon was in the middle of the sky. Xia Houlin took a pot of wine and went to the river to blow the cold wind.

"Hey, boss, why are you drinking alone here? The young prostitute in your building is showing up, why don't you go and see?" Tang Shiqi came over with a smile.

Tang Shiqi was a man with a round face. Looking at the age of 17 or 18, he was actually about the same age as Xia Houlin. He was likable in appearance and sweet in his mouth, and girls and women liked to play with him. This kid is not very talented. He slipped out of the Tang Sect, spent all his money on the tangle, and made a living by eating soft rice. He ate too much at once, did not hold it, and planted it in Liu Guizang's hands. Fortunately, Xia Houlin passed by at the time and was able to save his life. From then on, I washed my hands in the golden basin, and only smeared into the Goulan and the shed.

"Look at it, it's boring." Xia Hou took a sip of his wine. The evening wind was blowing coldly, making him feel cool.

"I said you two brothers, you are determined to live yourselves as monks. Your brother is just that stupid. You shouldn't be blaspheming against Zhaoye every night, right?"

Xia Houlin gave him a sidelong glance, then turned to look at the dark river.

The painting boat in the distance suddenly became noisy. Xiahou Lin looked over and saw more than a dozen Galan dark piles rushing out of the river, rushing towards the painting boat like water ghosts, but the shock became abrupt, and more men stood up from under the side of the boat. Swing the knife to split the dark pile back into the water.

"Who did Jia Lan assassinate?" Xia Houlin asked.

Tang Shiqi shrugged, "Don't ask about anything, there's no ban on killing people. You don't even know that you are a Garan assassin, let alone me."

Xia Houlin took a few more glances, but it was too far to see clearly, only the whole boat was boiling.

I don't know if the assassins were from the Jianghu or the court.

Xia Houlin couldn't help but think of Shen Juelai, that kid is more prosperous than him, and now he is the director of the East Factory, and the eunuchs say that they are the best. .

If he had Shen Jue's wisdom, or possessed a knives skill that was disgusting, he wouldn't have been able to kill Liu Guizang until now.

After all, he's a useless piece of shit.

"Tang Shiqi, I plan to assassinate Liu Guizang next month." Xiahou Lin suddenly said.

Tang Shiqi was taken aback.

Xia Houlin patted Tang Shiqi's shoulder, "When the time comes, you will be my sheath."

"Aren't you going to wait until the thread is restored?"

"No wait, there is enough light in the night."

"If you die, I won't save you."

"If you don't save it, you won't save it." Xia Houlin lifted the curtain and entered the house.

Tang Shiqi looked at his back. The assassin, who was famous for his viciousness and viciousness, was clearly walking in the brightly lit Pinjin's nest, but he seemed so out of place, showing a bit of desolation and loneliness.

On the second floor, in the second floor, a young man with the appearance of a scholar looked down on the Langan. He was wearing a bamboo silk shirt with a double front and a silver flute on his waist. When the young man saw Xia Houlin, he shouted, "Senior Brother!"

Xia Houlin nodded in agreement.

Chi Yan sat on the tumbler, fiddling with the Kongming lock in his hand. This guy will never get tired of playing with these children's stuff. The black-faced Buddha has several big kites in his collection. When he comes down the mountain, he has either a red flower rope or a series of nine rings in his hand, and he can play all day long.

Shuqing is a closed-door disciple accepted by Master Qiu. In the future, he will inherit Qiu's surname and change his name to Qiuqing. Originally, Qiuye wanted Xia Houlin to change his surname, but Xia Houlin refused to live or die, so he had to accept another apprentice. After all, the Qiu family's incense cannot be broken. The writing is gentle and temperamental, very similar to Akiba. At first glance, he doesn't look like a murderous assassin, but rather like a scholar who is studying hard in a cold window. Tang Shiqi always called him Xiucai, and he could afford it, because he often copied a book of "The Book of Songs" and looked at it, and there was more ink in his stomach than Xia Houlin and the others.

Shu Qing looked excited, "Brother, look, is Miss Liu Shao beautiful?"

Xia Houlin glanced casually, and in the middle of the lobby sat a girl in a moon-white ru skirt, with low eyebrows pleasing to the eyes, and a gentle and quiet appearance. The men in the entire Wanxianglou were boiling, whistling whistling, and throwing red silk. Only Xiahou Lin and Chi Yan were indifferent.

"Huh, she looks so damn good-looking!" Tang Shiqi stretched his neck and looked down.

"I don't know." Xia Houlin was disdainful.

Just like this, it can't compare to a single finger of Shen Jue.

"She just asked someone to write the hairpins and flowers, and rhyme with eleven syllables. Only when she writes well can she let people comb the cage." Shu Qing said.

"You wrote it?" Xia Houlin asked.

Shu Qing nodded sharply.

I have never seen a woman's cucumber eggs. Xia Houlin patted his shoulder as encouragement.

The bustard below started to read the words. Xia Houlin's mind was not here, only listening to "When will the misty rain in the east of the river stop, the green hills outside the fence, the white heads under the corridor", sour all over his body with goose bumps. The bustard held the note in his hand, smiling with a wrinkled face, facing Xia Houlin's elegant seat, Tang Shiqi shook the book excitedly, and the book also held his heart with a nervous expression. The bustard coughed and shouted in a shrill voice: "Congratulations to Xiahou Lian, Uncle Xiahou! You have won your heart, tonight's bridal chamber!"

Xia Houlin almost fell off the chair.

Shu Qing whispered: "Senior brother, I sign your name."

"Are you sick!?" Xiahou glared angrily.

"Aren't you happy when people pimp you? Picking up a girl for nothing!" Tang Shiqi laughed.

Shi Qing was a little anxious, and he said, "My name is too motherly."

"Isn't the eldest's name not my mother's name? Lian, Lian Yan, red lips, lilac tongue, ouch!"

"Fuck you!" Xia Houlin threw the teacup to Tang Shiqi.

Tang Shiqi tilted his head to dodge, and asked Shu Qing, "Why don't you use my name?"

Xia Houlin sneered: "Your name sounds like a robbery."

Shu Qing nodded silently.

Tang Yingsan: "..."