After the meal, Shen Jue took Xia Houlin to Jinggongfang, the carriage drove past Fuxiang Temple, Xia Houlin lifted the curtain, and there was a lot of people outside. There was a row of incense candle stands, and the shouting was louder than the sound. In the open space in front of the temple, there are also rivers and lakes who are half-naked and juggling. Three big men with tattoos all over their backs are stacked with their heads on top of their feet and their feet on their heads, standing tall. The carriage turned into the alley behind the temple, all the fireworks were behind the wall, and the voices of people came from far away, as if a pure and peaceful place had been carved out of the hustle and bustle of the world, but only one step was required. , and can once again escape into the sea of hustle and bustle.
"Senior is very good at choosing a place. This place is a bit noisy, but it is better than living lunch boxes. Outside the alley, there are food, drink and drink shops. There are three entrances and three exits in the house, and the innermost part is quite quiet and not noisy. It’s just that there are fewer shops for tailoring clothes, but it doesn’t matter. You can only ask for clothes, shoes and socks from my house. You can make better at home. "Shen Jue lifted the curtain and came out, while Xia Houlin put the footstool on the ground and stretched out his hand to pick him up. Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, then put his hand into Xia Houlin's palm, the warm temperature passed over, and it made his heart feel warm.
"My mother likes to be lively," Xia Houlin walked over, touched the stone lion in front of the door, and said, "She just likes to watch other people juggle when she has nothing to do, and perform martial arts on the stage. Banyan moves are a piece of cake, but she likes the liveliness there."
He raised his head, and in front of him was a blue tile and white wall with layers of ivy crawling on the wall, a black lacquer door on the right, and two stone lions squatting at the door. The appearance of an ordinary family is the same as that of the thousands of houses in the capital, with a small family, enough food and clothing, behind closed doors, and living a small life at home.
Shen Jue pushed open the door and led him in. As soon as you enter the door is the lotus leaf lotus screen, and after the screen door and the inner courtyard is the main room. Furnishings are complete, including two red sandalwood official hat chairs and footrests, and a natural table of iron pear in front, with a landscape stone screen resting on it. Xia Houlin is well-informed and knows that this is the wood guy from Wu Real Estate. There is no engraving on everything, and there is no gold and luotian, so it is pure and simple. Xiahou Lin knew at a glance that it was arranged by Shen Jue. If it fell into his mother's hands, the house would be full of swords, guns and sticks, and a mace would have to be placed in the main room.
"Thank you, young master." Xia Houlin smiled lightly.
Shen Jue sat down on the chair, coughed and said, "Thank you, it's not the house I bought."
"These homes are yours, right?" Xia Houlin said.
"It's easy. After writing a few lists, the subordinates will buy them all and arrange them without any trouble." Shen Jue looked casual. He didn't say, in fact, the home here took a lot of effort from him, and he had to look at everything before he could put it in. It is said that the natural table has outstanding craftsmanship and huge fees. At first, people would not sell it at all, and they reluctantly sold it because of his power.
Xia Houlin walked to the yard to look, walked around the grape rack, and asked with arms crossed: "Master, when did you and my mother have such a deep friendship? How come I don't know."
Shen Jue didn't answer, and took him to the wing room. Shen Jue knew this house better than him, and he knew everything clearly. Xia Houlin even felt that Shen Jue knew this mansion better than his own mansion. Shen Jue took out a locked sandalwood box from the treasure chest. He opened the lock and put a deed, a prescription, and a pill in it.
The housing contract is the contract of this house, but I don't know what the pill is. Xia Houlin picked up the pill and asked, "What is this?"
"It's bliss," Shen Jue said slowly, "the antidote for seven and a half months."
Xia Houlin was startled, looked up at Shen Jue, his expression was normal, he paused and said, "Ten years ago, your mother took you out of the palace and made a ten-year appointment with me before she left. She Tell me where the hidden stake in the capital is, and ask me to develop an antidote for you in July and a half."
"Tell you the dark pile is to keep them..."
"The maker of medicine."
"So you hunted down the Garan Assassins and Dark Stakes everywhere to make them your medicine men?" Xiahou frowned.
Seeing his frowning appearance, Shen Jue felt unhappy in his heart, suddenly became angry, and sneered: "Why, blame me for being cruel and cruel to your colleagues Jia Lan?" Xia Houlin looked at the prescription and didn't say a word, Shen Jue paused for a while, then again Afraid that he was really unhappy, he sullenly said, "Do your fellow Galan really cherish you? Don't say that they left you in the palace back then, just say your mother, she also died at the hands of the ghost in Galan."
Seeing that he was angry, Xiahou Rong laughed and said, "I didn't blame you, what did I blame you for?" He leaned over to Shen Jue's side and leaned against the wall side by side, "I thank you that it's too late, so I said nothing. I've done so much for me. I'm like a fool. I got your favor and thought you'd kill me. In fact, I really want to talk about the crime. I'm the first-class sinner. Here, I want his life, and the entire Garan's life."
"You abbots are the inner ghosts who harmed your mother?" Shen Jue asked.
Xia Houlin nodded.
Shen Jue was silent for a while. He once buried a dark line in Jialan, and he knew everything that the dark pile knew. The fact that Xia Houlin's biological father was heart-killing was an open secret of Jialanli, and he naturally knew it. Xia Houlin assassinated Xinkilling alone, and he also guessed that Xinkilling was his real mother-killing enemy. But that was guesswork after all, and now that Xia Houlin has personally confirmed it, he has a different feeling in his heart.
Shen Jue said hoarsely, "What have you been through all these years?"
"That's too long. The old woman's foot-binding cloth is long and smelly. Do you really want to hear it?" Xia Houlin smiled.
"Listen," Shen Jue raised her deep eyelashes and stared at him, "As long as it's about you, I'll know."
Xia Houlin showed a helpless look, pulled Shen Jue into the armchair and sat down, speaking slowly. His voice was low and flat, and the silence echoed in the sultry autumn afternoon. The lines of sunlight moved on their foreheads and bodies, slowly disappearing. Ten years of time flowed in his mouth, and the fragments of those memories were picked up piece by piece like a piece of auspicious feathers.
It was dark, the moon rose, and the house dimmed and filled with moonlight. Shen Jue listened silently, those thrilling escapes and deaths were diluted in Xia Houlin's narrative, as if looking at the red blood through the veil would no longer be shocking. But he knew that those bloody pasts were scars that could not be erased on Xia Houlin's body.
"It's over." Xia Houlin got up and went to the cupboard to find a candle and light it.
Shen Jue closed his eyes, tapped his fingers on the table, and his voice betrayed his restless thoughts.
"What are you thinking?" Xia Houlin asked.
"I miss you stupid." Shen Jue sneered, "Mr. Xin, Duan Jiu, that master of yours, all of them have ghosts in their minds, and use you as a swordsman, but you are still being called happily."
Xia Hou was silent for a while before he said, "Don't talk about my master like that."
"Don't you feel it yourself?"
Xia Houlin said lightly: "Yes, but I don't care. Everywhere is going to kill the heart, destroy Galan, what are you doing? You said that my master used me," Xia Houlin lowered his head and smiled, "Use it, he will use it. You didn't force me, it's all my own path."
He's such a personality, and he doesn't have time for those twists and turns. He goes his own way, and if Galan is finished, he will die if he kills his heart. Others, play as they like, he doesn't care. After all, he is Xiahou Pei's son, and the Xiahou family's madness has been passed down from generation to generation. Violent blood is flowing in his veins.
However, Shen Jue suddenly said: "But what if you picked the wrong way?"
As if pouring a basin of cold water on his head, Xiahou was stunned and said, "What do you mean?"
"People have a long mouth, and they can say anything. It's okay to say that the sky meets a ghost in the daytime. I said that I killed Weide to save King Qin and help the society. Do you believe it?" Shen Jue squinted and looked He, "mouth can deceive people, but deeds can't."
His words were bitter, and Xia Houlin didn't know how to answer. Back then, Xie Jinglan was determined to ask for life for the people. Fortunately, Shen Jue didn't expect Xia Houlin to answer, Xia Houlin restrained his thoughts and said solemnly: "You mean someone lied to me?"
"It's not anyone, it's everyone."
Xia Houlin: "..."
"So, let's see what they have done, instead of listening to their empty words and talking about it, idiots!" Shen Jue tapped Xia Houlin's head with his fingers and said, "I ask you, who led you in The case library?"
Xia Houlin said hesitantly, "It's tiring."
"Who is it that you die for?"
"Murder your heart." Xiahou frowned, "But I asked myself."
"If you don't ask, he also has other ways to let you enter the case library." Shen Jue said slowly, "You didn't go in the case library, but Murderer let you in. What you see and hear is all about it. What Xia Xin wants you to see, what I want you to hear. You think that the path you are taking is your own path, but you are wrong, Xia Houlin, you are walking the path Xian Xing chose for you."
"My purpose is to kill him. Is he sick? He asked me to kill himself?"
Shen Jue smiled sarcastically, he didn't know if he was sick or not, anyway, none of the Jia Lan poetry kings, except Xiahou Lin, was a good thing. Xiahou Pei is not afraid of life and death, but he is sincere and good to Xia Houlin, barely half. I can't tell Xiahou Rin this, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Let's not care about the details. In general, Xia Xinjian has sent you three pieces of information: First, your mother was killed by him. Two, you are the heir to the abbot of Jialan; three, you are going to assassinate Shuobei."
"According to what you mean, these three things are also deliberately deceiving me?"
"Not all," Shen Jue stood up, leaned against the wall and rubbed her chin in thought, "What happened after you came out of the archives? Qiuye encouraged you to destroy Jialan, but instead of taking over as abbot, you disappeared without a trace. It's not you who went to Shuobei, but your brother. Of these three pieces of news, only one of them finally came true, that is, your mother died."
"He killed my mother, and I will definitely seek revenge from him. After all this, your conclusion is that he led me to kill him." Xia Houlin said.
"So, he must have another purpose." Shen Jue glanced at Xia Houlin and said slowly, "After you killed Heartkiller, what happened?"
"..." Xia Houlin was silent for a long time and said, "I left Jialan and survived."
He had always wondered why he was able to survive, and he knew that maybe the tea that Heart Killer gave him before the decisive battle was tricky. But he didn't want to recall, and he didn't want to delve into it. In his heart, Murder must be a heinous bastard who refuses to recognize his family. Only in this way can he take his life with a clear conscience.
"You said everyone lied to me, who else?" Xia Houlu asked in a low voice.
"Your master." Shen Jue said, "he is the most important character in this play. Xiahoulin, didn't you realize that every step of yours follows his temptation. Killing Heart, going to Qixia Mountain, how can it not be him? Tell you?" Shen Jue dipped his finger in the tea and wrote the names of Xinjing, Qiuye and Duan Jiu on the table, circled Xinjing and Qiuye, and said, "In my opinion, these two people are a group. of."
Xia Houlin stared at the names on the table. It was hot and the tea was drying quickly. Qiuye's name was gone, and there was still a little bit of heart-killing left. The memories of the past seemed to be a mess, tangled and tangled. For a while in his mind, there was the emaciated cheek of Xinshui, and for a while, Akiba's dying reminder. The leaves of the Jialan Mountain Temple are raining, and the mountains are full of autumn sounds, and the fields are vast.
—Leave Galan with a makeover.
Xia Houlin said hoarsely: "Xinkilling and Master want me to leave Jialan. Killing Xingzhi, Jialan is in civil strife, and has no time to take care of me. Master guides the way to Qixia Mountain, I will change my face, and Jialan will never find me." He was silent for a moment, The candle on the table flickered, and the light and shadow were mottled on his face. He lowered his head and smiled and said, "Young master, are you saying that this old bald donkey still has flesh and blood feelings for me? It took so much effort. , kill my mother, sing a big show, just to let me leave Galan."
"I don't know." Shen Jue held his forehead, "However, looking at this situation, it does cost a lot to leave Jialan."
Xia Houlin was silent.
"One person is very important." Shen Jue re-written Duan Jiu's name, the last stroke was extremely long, like a cold blade.
On the table, the autumn leaves and the heart-killing water have dried up, and only a little light mark can be seen. Duan Jiu's name stands out, with a lot of color. Shen Jue said: "In the years when I was looking for you, I slowly went to Jialan to ambush my people. The threshold of your Jialan Mountain Temple is too high, only children without parents and mothers can enter, I can only ambush people in various travel stations and brothels However, the third month after you left Jialan, they all disappeared. The last message I received was 'Duan Jiudai is in charge of the internal affairs, and everyone is afraid of it.'"
"Galan has been cleaned?"
"More than that, all the dark caves disappeared. After that, Garan disappeared, as if plain and white had been wiped out of the world. I dispatched people to search for unnamed corpses in various places, and asked Zuzuo to check whether there were seven and a half moons on them, No, not a single one." He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "The heart-killing scene is not only for you, but for Duan Jiu. This Duan Jiu should not be underestimated, at least, he is a talented person. A person that your abbots are afraid of."
"Listening to what you said, is it possible that Jialan is still alive? But it happens once a year in July and a half, and Heart Killing is gone. Where did their medicine come from? Could it be that Heart Killing already wanted to give the prescription to Duan Jiu?" Xia Houli said. .
Shen Jue sat down on Luohan's couch, looked up at the sky outside, and it seemed like it was time for him. I haven't slept well for the past two days, and now I can't stand it. Shen Jue placed her elbows on both knees, her palms held her forehead, and closed her eyes, said, "Xiahou Lin, do you know how Qiyue and a half are made?"
Xia Houlin looked at his dazed look, and said, "I don't know. Are you sleepy? Why don't you talk about it later?"
"No, if you want to say it, just finish it in one go, lest you don't understand." Shen Jueqiang cheered up and said, "The raw material for the half of July is a thing called waving flower. This flower grows long. In Miaojiang, it can make people drowsy after taking it, like a drug. In the past, a walking doctor used it to treat insomnia. This flower should not be taken for a long time, nor should it be taken in large quantities. Use it every year, and you will be paralyzed when you don’t use it. Nine times out of ten, the potted flower you find in the black-faced Buddha is a lingering flower.”
"Then what?" Xia Houlin asked.
"To make the seven-and-a-half month, you must first mash the flowers together, mash them into a puree, add some other ingredients, roll them into balls, air-dry them, and you're almost done. There are more than 20 flowers, about 5 or 6 in July and a half."
"There are more than 1,000 people in Jialan, each of whom has a July and a half grain, at least thousands of zigzag flowers. I am most familiar with this flower in the mountains, and I have never seen the shadow of this flower. But there is only one pot of Heart Killing," Xiahou said. He murmured, and suddenly raised his eyes, "He is not making poison, but detoxifying!"
"It's almost there." Shen Jue said, "This is a very strange thing. In July and a half, even your abbot didn't have an antidote. The antidote has to be refined by yourself and secretly given to you. There is only one explanation—"
"Master Jialan, not the abbot of Jialan." Xia Houlin replied, "Then where is the real Master Jialan?"
In the dim candle shadow, the two looked up at each other and said at the same time, "Suo Bei!"
The ancestors of Jialan were buried in Shuobei, not because of assassination, but because of rebellion! Garan was never under the abbot's control, and even the abbot was just a marionette for the person behind him. Xia Houlin felt a lot of fog. He was born and raised in Jialan, but he never really understood this place. It is like a ghost town standing outside the world, and every assassin is a faint ghost with a blurry face.
Murdered the heart with all his efforts and scheming, just to send him out of Galan? He felt incredible, unbelievable.
"It's just a guess, you don't have to think about it." Shen Jue closed his eyes, leaned against the pillow, and muttered, "There are still many doubts that I can't figure out, who is Duan Jiu, and what does he have in mind? It seems to be rebelling, but in the end, Jialan is reorganized. The eight previous generations went to Shuobei, but your generation knows very little. Why is this? But after all, there is too little information to study it in detail. Let’s just leave it at that. It's not over yet, they'll be back sooner or later."
"Master, I want to go to Shuobei." Xia Houlin said.
Shen Jue suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Don't go!"
"why?"
Shen Jue stood up, walked in front of Xia Houlin, and said sternly: "If you dare to go, I will break your legs! Don't pursue the matter of Jialan. The chaotic party in Jianghu has its own court, so what is your business! Jialan! Those rubbish things can only hit twenty or thirty people, and they can kick into the mud with their legs, but you are so stupid that you have to go all out on your own!"
Xia Houlin sighed and said, "I'm not only for Galan, but also for my brother. Murderer developed an antidote, and maybe he gave it to my brother. My brother disappeared in Shuobei, maybe he can be found."
"You don't have to bother." Shen Jue said angrily, "How many places can you walk alone with your legs? I'll ask Dongchang to help you find it. You stay in Beijing and are not allowed to go anywhere. By the way, there is something. , I forgot to tell you." Shen Jue lifted her chin, "Go, look at your deed, what's written on it?"
Xia Houlin opened the house deed according to the words, the yellowed paper unfolded, and he saw his name: Xia Houlin.
"How is this possible?" Xia Houlin looked up at Shen Jue and said, "I'm a refugee and I don't have a household registration card, how can I register?"
"You are not a refugee. A few years ago, I received a secret report from Jiaxing, saying that a woman claimed to be my relative, and asked the Jiaxing county government to enter the names of the two boys into the Yellow Book of Jiaxing Xiahou, saying that these two This child was kidnapped and sold since childhood, although it was recorded in the Xiahou family tree, but it was not reported to the county government to create a household registration, and now it has been found, and I came here to make it up."
Xia Houlin was stunned for a moment, then reacted and said, "That woman is my mother. These two children, one is me, and the other is my brother?"
"That's right. The eldest son Xiahou Chiyan, the second son Xiahou Lin, twin brothers. Your mother bought the Jiaxing Xiahou family and recorded your names in the genealogy. Now, both of you are people with identities and ancestry. Your family studied for generations. Your father Xiahouyuan died young, and your mother Xiahou raised you alone. You can find your names in the official yellow book, and Jiaxing can also find your family. You can study and become an official, or you can go back Household farming. You are not an assassin of Qiye Jialan, nor a homeless person, you don’t have to hide in Tibet, and you don’t have to flee." Shen Jue stared at him with deep eyelashes, "Xiahou Lin, your mother left it for you. Yes, not just one house."
Xia Houlin looked at the thin house deed in his hand, a piece of paper without weight that could be blown away by a gust of wind, but at the moment in his hand, it seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. He held his forehead, his shoulders were shaking, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
When he was a child, he envied his mother's fame all over the world, and she was unparalleled in the world. Only later did he understand that killing is not a joke, killing will shed blood, other people's blood, and his own blood. In the excerpts of this play, we sing about swords, lights, swords and shadows, and we sing about happiness and revenge, but we don't sing about rivers of blood and mountains of sin.
He began to wonder how nice it would be if he were an ordinary man. Get up every day, brush your teeth and wash your face, eat three meals, do your day's work, go home at sunset, play with the cat, walk the dog, and go to bed. He does not seek a family, a family, a full family, and a long life. He just wants to be safe and secure, with the sun shining on him and warm.
But he knew it was a luxury. He was full of guilt and blood debt, he was a sinner, and a sinner should not have lived.
"Xiahou Lin, have you heard your mother's wish?" Shen Jue stroked his shoulder and said softly.
"I heard," Xiahou said hoarsely, "she wants me to live my own life, to live the life I want to live. But I'm a sinner, can I?" He asked himself, "Can I? "
"Okay," Shen Jue said, "it's okay if I'm here. Xiahou Rin, let the past be in the past. You can't be stuck in the past all your life, you finally have to come out of Jialan with all your tails, and you can't go back if you don't. Fight with it desperately. If you really can't let it go, I'll help you kill it. Although you won't be able to catch the trail for a while, there will always be a way in the future." Shen Jue fixedly looked at him and said, "In short, Jialan It's your past, your future, with me."
Hearing these words, they warmed my heart, and Xia Houlin simply didn't know what to say. Don't look at Shen Jue's usual cynical sarcasm, his head hurts with anger, when he talks about ironing, he is warmer than Mrs. Tang. Xia Houlin has been on the lonely road for too long, assassinating, fleeing, wandering, wandering around the world, full of misery, and dripping with flesh and blood. He thought that he was a wisp of flying tuft, destined to drift into the world, but he never thought that he could still fall to the ground, take root and sprout.
He suddenly had hope, and was suddenly thankful that God had left him alive. Life is alive, isn't it just a little bit of life? There is a warm place to stay, and there is a confidant to accompany you. He doesn't have a wife, fortunately... and Shen Jue.
Shen Jue opened the curtain to go out, and the moon hung brightly, enveloping his body full of brilliance.
"It's too late, I have to go, let's talk tomorrow if you have anything."
Xia Houtong stopped him and pulled up his wrist, Shen Jue stiffened for a moment, turned his head to look at him, the sky was dark, his face was bright and dark, but Shen Jue could still see it clearly, the wetness in his eyes, flickering, Like a star full of eyes.
"Master, I have nothing to do. In recent years, I feel like a walking corpse. I will die wherever I go. No one remembers me anyway." Infused with blood, it slowly warmed up.
He raised his eyes and stared at Shen Jue in front of him, a faint smile appeared on the corners of his eyes and brows. This smile seemed to have been lost for a long time, after many years, it finally returned to his face. The heavy sadness like a tombstone that had been pressing on him for many years dissipated, and he was no longer a homeless ghost, but an ordinary person with a name and a surname, Xiahou Lin.
He said: "But now, I want to live. It's not for myself, it's for you. Young master, I can't live for myself. I live for you, okay? Merit, I can only meet you in this life. I have nothing in my body, only this life is worth some money. I will give it to you, do you want it?"