Xia Houlin finally let Xie Jinglan lie on his back, and he used both hands and feet to crawl back to Qiuwuyuan.
Aunt Lan and Lianxiang stood at the door and looked anxiously. From a distance, they saw two people crawling on the ground one after another, and they were still muttering in their hearts, how can there be so many people in this world. Take a closer look, isn't the one lying on top the young master
The two went up to meet Xie Jinglan and hurriedly carried Xie Jinglan on his back. Lian Xiang touched his forehead and exclaimed, "It's so hot!"
Aunt Lan ran into the courtyard with Xie Jinglan on her back, calling Lianxiang, "Go and get a doctor!"
Xia Houlin was paralyzed on the ground like a dead fish, and he cried out, "Don't forget me! I also have a fever..."
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes darkened and he fainted.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying in the woodshed.
Why is he here
After being stunned for a while, my memory was broken when I returned to Qiuwuyuan, and I couldn't remember it after thinking about it for a long time.
He was so thirsty that there was a piece of iron stuck in his throat, and there was a sweet smell of rust. He wanted to cough but couldn't get it out. Xia Houlin climbed to the door, pushed it hard, and heard the clanging sound of the iron lock on the door.
The door is locked.
What the hell is going on here!
The wood room was ventilated, and it was so cold that Xia Houlin's teeth chattered. He huddled up like a cat and shivered.
"Xiao Lian! Xiao Lian!"
Xia Houlin suddenly opened his eyes, Lianxiang's round face poked out from the small window on the wall, Lianxiang saw that Xiahoulin was awake, and stuffed three steamed buns through the gap of the fence on the window.
"Sister, I want to drink water!" Xia Houli crawled over, picked up the steamed buns into his arms, and shouted with his head raised.
Lianxiang wanted to stuff the water bladder in, but the gap was too small, the water bladder was too big, and it couldn't get in at all.
"I poured the water in, and you opened your mouth underneath."
Xiahou Rin did as he did, and the water column poured down slowly.
"Have you had it yet?" Lian Xiang asked worriedly, holding the fence in both hands.
"Drink, I'm fine." Xia Houlin grabbed the steamed bun and took a sip. "What the hell is going on here? Why am I here?"
"As soon as you and the young master returned to the yard, the eldest lady sent someone to take you away. They said you were rude, and they instigated the young master to come here and lock you up. Lanxiang from the study told us that you were here, so I secretly It's here." Lian Xiang held back her tears and said, "Stinky boy, I told you not to mess around, look at it, retribution is coming! Hey, have your fever subsided, do you feel better?"
I'm afraid not. Xia Houlin didn't even need to touch it to know that his face was blushing. He felt like an egg could lie on his face.
"I'm afraid that old witch doesn't want to let me live. She can't move the young master for the time being, so she uses me to operate. Sister Lianxiang, think about it and see if you can find Mr. Dai and let him save me."
Mr. Dai is not in the mansion, where can she find this black sky? Lianxiang opened her mouth, but she didn't tell the truth, and said, "Okay, wait. People say that the scourge will last for thousands of years. You must hold on to this great scourge."
"Don't worry, I belong to the tea lady bug, and it's not that easy to die."
Lianxiang left, Xia Houlin was not idle. After he finished eating the steamed buns, he felt that he had regained some strength. He dragged his sore and weak limbs, cleared an open space, picked up a few pieces of dry wood and piled them together, and then drilled wood to make a fire. , the skin was worn out when the drill was successful, and only a little spark popped out. After a long time of perseverance, the firewood finally burned.
After the fire was on, he felt that he was alive again, and curled himself into a pile again.
The fire was a little small, and the back was still terribly cold. Xia Houlin was a little worried, he wouldn't really be here, would he
He was a dignified espresso and garan assassin, and it was a shame to die at the hands of a woman who was powerless.
Xia Houlin stared at the flames, dazed, his eyelids seemed to be hung with stones, sinking uncontrollably. In a trance, the door seemed to open, and a rickety old man walked in. Someone opened his mouth and poured the extremely bitter concoction down his throat. Xia Houli suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the big hand like iron pincers and struggled hard.
"This is medicine for the cold, what are you trying to do? Are you going to die?" The old man let go and looked at him angrily.
The old man had white hair on the temples, a huge aquiline nose, and one eye that was gray, as if a film had been glued to it. He usually lowered his head, but at this moment he was looking at Xia Houlin, his eyes were full of hostility. As long as they see these eyes, no one will think that this is a bad old man.
Some people say that people who have killed people are different from ordinary people.
Xia Houlin knew that the difference was in his eyes.
Those who had blood on their hands had blood in their eyes that could not be wiped away. They have killed people, and they have seen the fragility and deception of people who are about to die. In their eyes, there is no difference between people and chickens, ducks, fish and dogs, and they are still kicking the sky with their feet.
Xia Houlin suddenly said: "It turned out to be the dark pile of Jialan, the junior is arrogant, the senior should not blame it."
The old man put down the lunch box, looked at Xia Houlin from the bottom up, sighed every time his eyes moved up an inch, and finally his eyes landed on Xia Houlin's face, his eyes were like looking at a pool of mud that could not support the wall, and There is despair about Galan's bleak future.
Xia Houlin seemed to have taken off his clothes and looked over and over again, feeling a little uncomfortable, turned around and drank the medicine numbly.
After he finished drinking the medicine, the old man sighed leisurely: "Xiahou Rin, I have heard your name, and sure enough, as expected, you are very similar to Garuda."
"That's not right." Xia Houlin smiled.
The old man added: "But I didn't expect that you have learned ten percent of Garuda's scoundrel, but you have not learned a single point of her power."
Xia Houlin: "..."
"Listen to my advice, you're not exactly what you need to be an assassin. An assassin must keep his own feet and keep the crowd apart in order to confuse people's attention. In addition, an assassin must not recognize six relatives, kill gods when encountering gods, and kill Buddhas when encountering Buddhas. You act perversely, and your kindness is not obsolete. These two things do not match. Then Xie Jinglan is just a young master who is destined to die in a deep house. You are so concerned, how can you kill others? "
The old man spit all over, and summed it up in one sentence, that is: stinky boy, you should go back to the mountains and farm as soon as possible, don't lose the face of our Jialan.
"I don't believe it. If, as you said, the assassin's six relatives don't recognize it, then why do you want to save me? Why does Uncle Duan take care of me? My sword, kills those who should be killed, and those who will be killed!"
"I don't kill you because you're not my prey; I take care of you because I'm entrusted by Duan Xiaolou. If someone buys your life, hum, I'll kill it! Boy, you have a bodhi sword, but No murderous intentions. An assassin without murderous intentions will end sooner or later!"
Xia Houlin rubbed his neck and retorted: "Who said I didn't have it? You give me a knife, and I'll kill that old witch of the Xiao family now! I promise that there is no ambiguity when I raise the knife in my hand."
"That's not murder, it's revenge. Of course it's easy to kill someone you hate, but what if you want to kill a passerby you've never met, or even your loved ones? For example, you can be ruthless now and kill Xie Xie. Jinglan?" The old man's cloudy eyes stared at Xia Houlin, his eyes could almost be said to be severe, "If the Xiao family buys Xie Jinglan's life from Jialan, I can guarantee that your mother, Garuda, will Without hesitation, let’s cut to the ground.”
"But my mother will definitely not kill me." Xia Houlin lowered his head and said dully, "No one can deny the six relatives."
The old man sneered: "I'm quite stubborn. Cheng, I'll give you two choices now, and you know your current situation. Mrs. Xiao regards Xie Jinglan as a thorn in the eyes and a thorn in the flesh. If you step on it with one foot, more than one ant will die. , you are the one by the way. As long as you give up being an assassin, I will take you out. Galan has rules, once an assassin falls into the enemy's hands, he must kill himself. If you are not an assassin, I can save you."
Xia Houlin didn't even think about it, and said, "Then you can go, I'll stay here."
Not to mention that he is not an assassin, Xie Jinglan can't worry about that kid.
What about him, even if the dead old man didn't come to save him, Uncle Duan wouldn't sit idly by.
The old man blew his beard and stared, and called out "Donkey", took a few breaths, took out a scroll of paper from his arms, threw it to Xia Houlin, and said, "I'll give you a cup of tea, take this piece of paper. Memorize the map, and what I say next, you have to memorize it word for word."
Xia Houlin shuddered and stood up straight.
Is this what it means to make him work? Has he finally become an official Garan Assassin
He hurriedly unfolded the paper scroll. It turned out to be a map of Xie's house. The corridors, pavilions, paths, and even doors and windows, rockeries, and trees were marked. These days, Xiahou Lin was wandering around, and he had already touched most of the Xie's house. Skill, a cup of tea to memorize the map is more than enough.
"If you can go out, take the opportunity to sneak into Xie Bingfeng's study, find his letters, and make a list of those who correspond with him. Remember, be careful in everything and never expose yourself. Keep yourself safe and evacuate first. If you don't succeed, someone else will take care of you."
"Don't worry, it's a piece of cake."
Xia Houlin knew that Jialan had a routine, and he had to retreat if he missed the fatal blow in the plan. Jialan did not want to hunt down the target by any means, because it often took more than ten years to cultivate an assassin, and Jialan could not afford it.
Until now, Xia Houlin had never seen more than twenty assassins on the mountain.
Xia Houlin touched the map and became suspicious again: "Why do we want this list? Will it have any bad effect on the Xie family..."
The old man snorted out a sigh, obviously hating iron but not steel, and said: "I said you are not this material, worry about this and worry about that, you are still not an assassin? Don't worry, you should be It's no big deal, it's just that Xie Bingfeng offended someone in the officialdom, and someone wanted to find him, saying that he formed a party for personal gain."
Partisanship? Xia Houlin analyzed it based on his own short-term knowledge, and it didn't feel like a serious crime. The officials who were executed in the book were either collaborating with the enemy or treasoning the harem, and they had never heard of killing themselves because of making friends.
"This person is virtuous, a hypocrite, and it's not a pity to lose his official position." Xiahou Lin patted his chest and said, "Wrap it on me!"
The old man took back the map, threw a blanket to Xia Houlin, lifted the box out of the woodshed, and locked the lock again.
"Boy, why don't you take advantage of this spare time to study the swordsmanship. In my opinion, you are not even better than Xie Jinglan. You are still reciting poems when they are out."
Xia Houlin raised his head, the crack in the door was very small, the old man stood outside the door and glanced at him through the crack, Xia Houlin only saw that gray eye, for some reason, Xia Houlin felt that his eyes were looking at a dead man .
He remembered that Uncle Duan said that if he was listed, he would definitely not live to be twenty years old.
Bah, Xia Houlin thought unconvincingly, he's a motherfucker who has no eyes, so don't look down on others, as the saying goes, don't bully the poor!
Xia Houlin opened the blanket, and there lay a book of kalan swords.
He flipped through this book of swords countless times, but every time he skipped the first page and went straight to the following swordsmanship. Surprisingly, this time, he didn't rush to look at the sword techniques behind, but turned to the first page.
There was only one sentence in it:
"Give you the Bodhi sword, kill to become a Buddha."