Chapter 17: Shura Field

The courtyard is deep, and the moonlight falls on the patio.
Under a lonely lamp, Xie Jinglan closed a new eight-share selection, closed his sour eyes, and shouted, "Xiahouyu, pour tea."
It was said that Xia Houzhen had already returned home. The wind in the courtyard was small, and there were several dogs barking in the distance. The scenery was still the same, but there was no noise from Xia Houyi. Obviously there is only one person missing, but he feels as if the entire yard is empty and the entire Xiefu has no vitality.
Xie Bingfeng now ignores him completely, Xiao's rash is just right, he is still in the house and he has no time to toss him. He finally had a relaxing time, and still went to Dai Shengyan's house every day to learn. When he got home, he sat in the library until late at night. Aunt Lan is old and cannot cook with him. He is not used to serving others, so he keeps a book and a book by himself. He does n’t know that the tea is cold.
He lifted up his pen and planned to practice calligraphy. When the pen fell on the paper, it became a
潋
without knowing it. He remembered Xia Houyi's unbearable calligraphy. I wonder if that guy would practice calligraphy when he went back to the mountain?
Tight enough, he packed his pen and ink, and turned out the light. The wind was cold at night, and the dog barked a bit, and made a loud noise and stopped abruptly. Xie Jinglan was a little worried that the dog outside would walk into the house, holding the lantern and carefully walking on the dark path.
It seemed that there was a courtyard that was just as turbulent as boiling water. Xie Jinglan raised her head and listened to the noise like a quarrel. The things outside Qiuwuyuan have always had nothing to do with him. He didn't have much control, and continued to move forward. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind to cover his mouth, and the lantern "snapped" to the ground, and he was forcibly pulled into a dark room.
He fought hard and resisted, and the other side took a few punches stiffly, saying, "Don't hit it, don't hit it! It's me!"
"Xia Houhou!" Xie Jinglan stopped the action in surprise, looking at the figure in the dark, "Why are you here!"
After finally adapting to the darkness in the room, he found that Xia Houzhen wore a white mask on his face and wore a black suit to outline his thin muscles. Xie Jinglan's heart had an ominous premonition.
Xia Hou went crazy and stripped his clothes and said, "Undress, take off quickly."
"What are you doing! What the are you doing!" Xie Jinglan stared at Xia Houyun with a stunned expression. "You explain it to me!"
"Almost running out of time!" Xia Houyi saw that he was motionless, stripped his clothes, and met with his fierce resistance. "Galan wants to destroy your door, and he will be too late if he doesn't leave!"
Jiao Lei seemed to be falling on his head, Xie Jinglan grabbed Xia Houyi's collar and said incredibly, "What did you say !?"
As if to confirm Xia Houyi's words, there was a rush of footsteps at the door. Xia Houyi covered Xie Jinglan's mouth, and the two squatted beside the door in fear. Someone outside was crying helplessly for help, and his voice was familiar. It seemed to be a servant in the yard. A cricket gleam flashed, the screams screamed loudly, and the black paper dripping on the door was spattered with black blood, like a plum blossom, Xie Jinglan's pupils suddenly shrank.
The assassins outside the door didn't find the two in the room and left with a knife. Xie Jinglan turned her head, holding Xia Houyi's shoulder and asked, "Don't you say that your goal is Xie Bingfeng? Why you want to destroy Xie's house! Why!"
"I ..." Xia Hou's lips trembled, then he said slowly, "Your father ..."
"Wait, Aunt Lan is still in Qiuwuyuan, I'm going to save my aunt!" Xie Jinglan woke up like a dream, and stumbled from the ground to open the door, and was hugged by Xia Houyi.
"Don't go, it's too late! Qiuwuyuan is close to the door, where the assassins came in! If the library was not far away, I wouldn't be able to get in front of them to save you!"
The wailing in the distance became clearer and clearer, and the shadowy running figures were reflected on the window paper. Xie Jinglan pushed Xia Houyi fiercely and said, "No, I'm going to save her! Xia Houyi, you bastard! You loose me!" Xia Houyi still held him, Xie Jinglan seized Xia Houyi His collar gave him a punch according to his face, and Xia Houzhen was beaten up and fell to the ground, his face suddenly became a piece of purple.
Xie Jinglan turned his head and ran. Xia Houzhen chased him from behind, pulling his collar and pressing him against the wall, and growled, "Xie Jinglan! Please calm me down! You can only kill me if you go!" "
"You let me go! Xia Houyi, can you leave your aunt alone?"
Xia Hou looked at him with red eyes and said, "Do you think I want the aunt to die! I can only save you! Only you!" His hand was almost embedded into Xie Jinglan's shoulder, "Do you know Know how many assassins are coming today! Twenty! The assassins are guarded at the back door, and no one can escape. The nearest entrance to Qiuwuyuan is Aunt Lan, who is dead! "
Xie Jinglan's mind was blank, everything seemed to be dreaming. He was still reading by candlelight at night, and he was still going back to bed with a lantern. Why did Xia Houyu suddenly appear? Why did the assassin suddenly appear?
Is he still dreaming? Xie Jinglan looked up inexplicably, reached out to open the window, maybe everything was dreaming or maybe. Xia Houyi took his hand, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Master, listen. You put on my clothes, put on my mask, go out from here, don't look back, don't be afraid, go Go out the door. Someone asks you to ignore the words, just go out and hear? "
Xia Houyi's palms were hot and scary, like holding a flame, Xie Jinglan felt his trembling, raised his eyes to see him, and saw that he was sweating a lot, and I didn't know whether it was tears or sweat. Xia Houyi asked again: "Have you heard it!"
Xie Jinglan shook her head vigorously and said, "I'm going to find a teacher, go to Dudu Mansion, and let them send troops over!"
"It's useless!" Xia Hou shouted. "You will only get Mr. Dai to trouble him! As for the army, you can't even ask for it!"
"why!"
"Because it is Weed that will kill you, the governor of the imperial court will print Weide!" Xia Houxi stared at Xie Jinglan's eyes, and said, "The Governor of Yingtianfu is his righteous son. You will only be killed if you ask for help Damn it! "
Xie Jinglan wriggled his lips, and his head was a mess. He covered his face and said, "What else can I do, what else can I do!" The four books and five classics I read in daily life have become waste, and they are not useful at all. He Holding her hair in pain, listening to the sorrow, crying for help and shouting outside.
I don't know where the fire broke out, and the room was illuminated by the fire in the distance. Someone ran away and yelled, "Help! There are assassins!" The voice stopped abruptly before it lasted. The man's body was in a sack. Usually fell to the ground, revealing the assassin with a knife in both hands behind him. All the assassins wore black clothes, and the silver mask was flowing with melted moonlight. They carried long blood-stained knives like a creeping starling.
"Quickly change my clothes!" Xia Houyi handed him a ragged short knife, and took a purse out of his arms. "This knife protects you. There are a pair of earrings in the purse, which can be used as silver. Just hold it. Remember, the farther you go after going out, the better, don't tell others your name is Xie Jinglan. "
"Where can I go?" Xie Jinglan looked at Xia Houyi, his dark eyes were not bright. "You tell me, where can I go?" He slammed on Xia Houyi and yelled around his neck: "Xia Houyi, did you have the idea of ​​destroying Xie's house since you entered Xiefu's house! You already planned a lot, right! What are you doing in Xiefu? What will your mother come to pick you up, what thief, You are all deceiving! "
Xia Houzhen pushed Xie Jinglan to the ground, and said, "Yes! I lied to you! I am not a thief! But it was not others who killed Xie Jiamen's door, it was Xie Bingfeng himself! He told the Wei government to impeach Weide Weid was so angry that he wanted to kill all of you! "
Xie Jinglan stared at Xia Houyi with bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, it seemed that someone was slowly approaching the door, and the two were surprised.
An assassin slowly opened the door with a knife and walked in slowly, walking darkly through the dark cabin. Xia Houyi and Xie Jinglan hid behind the dustpan and barrel, revealing two frightened eyes. The assassin walked between the shelves, picking up the sundries with a knife. He usually walked slowly in his leisure court. As long as he turned the last shelf, he would come to the two.
Xia Houyi glanced at Xie Jinglan, put on a mask, and suddenly crawled out. The assassin heard the noise, and turned roundly.
"It's me," Xiahou shouted.
"Shit, what the are you doing here?" The assassin spoke vaguely, his face unpleasant.
"Can't I pee?" Xia Houzhuang pretended to dress.
"Huh." The assassin laughed dismissively. "I'm afraid he's scared. Don't dare to hide."
Xia Houyi didn't overdo it, and made a look of shame and anger exposed.
"Dare to hide the seeds, hide them well, don't scare your courage and lose your mother's face." The assassin patted Xia Houyi's face with a scabbard, and went out with a laugh.
Assassin went away, Xie Jinglan crawled out from behind.
Xia Houxi bowed his clothes and whispered, "Change your clothes."
"Don't you say that your mother is one of the best in class? Your status is so high that no one else dares to mess with you?" Xie Jinglan looked at Xia Houyi and said, "Why did that person treat you like this?"
Xia Houyi scratched his head. He seemed to be so brave to Xie Jinglan before. He didn't feel embarrassed when the leather was peeled off. He just shoved his clothes into Xie Jinglan's arms and urged: "Don't care so much, Master, change your clothes."
"How about you, what are you going to do?" Xie Jinglan asked resolutely. "You let me go, what would you do?"
"Everyone said don't care so much!" Xia Hou scratched his hair anxiously, grabbed Xie Jinglan and stripped his clothes. "You will surely die if you stay here. I won't die. It's that simple! Give Lai Tzu a favor Change your clothes, do n’t look back, do n’t tremble, do n’t talk! Do n’t let others find you are Xie Jinglan!

Xie Jinglan looked at him silently, for a long while, changing his clothes with his head down.
"Master, the world outside is not very peaceful, you ... take care of yourself." Xia Houyi pressed Xie Jinglan's shoulders and said, "Remember, don't look back, don't talk." Then he opened the door and pushed Xie Jinglan. When he went out, he did not even give him a chance to repent, and closed the door quickly.
The night was heavy, and there was a cold body lying below the stairs, with empty eyes staring at Xie Jinglan, as if there were still unresolved hatred. The shadow of the tree was deep, and it seemed that hidden dangers were hidden in each shadow. Xie Jinglan touched the scabbard around his waist, and coldly stimulated his nerves. He took a step towards the crisis-ridden night.
You Sen's road is endless. To get to the door, he has to pass through two courtyards in a garden. He tried his best to walk the deserted path, trying to ignore the increasingly clear screams and sorrows in his ears. His legs seemed to be filled with lead, and every step he took, he tried his best. It's hard to walk to the garden, and the corridors are twists and turns, like a labyrinth with no end, the lanterns do not know who has been extinguished, and wherever the eyes are, there are shadows of mountains and trees.
There was a dry well outside of Yishu, and an assassin fell from the tree and glanced at the wellhead. A terrified shout came out of the well. The assassin raised his right hand, and three sleeve arrows did not enter the wellhead. The dark-haired well suddenly disappeared. sound. Xie Jinglan shuddered subtlely, forcing his spirits and continuing to move forward without squinting.
In Yu Guangli, he saw the assassin turning his head to stare at him, and his fingertips were rotating with the silver light like a knife. He forced himself not to see the assassin, and walked steadily step by step.
As he crossed a doorway, he suddenly heard a familiar cry.
"Master! Master three! Where are you!"
He lifted his eyes narrowly, and Aunt Lan stumbled up the steps, his body covered with blood. He wanted to run over. Aunt Lan saw his mask and black clothes, and screamed in horror. He turned and ran to the other end. He reached out and wanted to stop Aunt Lan. At this moment, an arrow was carrying The wind shattered in his ears.
At that moment, his mind seemed to be stuck by something, his thoughts and movements were running very slowly, and he watched the arrow pass by his eyes, the pattern of the arrow flowing brightly.
The arrow fell into Aunt Lan's heart very slowly and slowly, and a red circle like a ripple spread on her back. Aunt Lan screamed, fell to the ground, and never got up again.
"Has everything been cleaned up on this side?"
"It's over. Let's go over to the old section."
The assassin flew over and bumped his shoulder. Xie Jinglan stayed where he was, like an unconscious puppet. Aunt Lan's body was covered with dark blood, swirling like circles of ink on rice paper. In Yu Guangli, the assassin with the silver blade around his fingertips appeared again. He stood under the shadow of the tree and looked at Xie Jinglan in silence.
"Xiahouhou," he said, his voice flowing like a clear spring. "What are you doing?"
Fear grew in his heart like frost, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Do not look back. Don't tremble. Do not be afraid.
Xie Jinglan clenched his fists and strode through Aunt Lan's body in a heavy step. The thick smell of blood rushed to his face, making him want to vomit, he gritted his teeth and walked in front of Aunt Lan's body. Tears came out of the mask, dripping from his chin the moment he turned the corner.
Arrived. Arrived. He saw the door. Xie Jinglan resisted the urge to run wildly, stepped forward, and pushed open the vacant door. An assassin was hopping in the alley, with a long knife leaning against the wall.
He saw Xie Jinglan and stopped. The look was like a piece of ice, Xie Jinglan turned stiffly and walked towards the other side of the alley.
Step by step, step by step. It was about to come to the corner, and it was about to leave the vision of the assassin.
"Hey, where are you going?" The assassin asked suddenly behind him.
Xie Jinglan froze.
"The mules are silent, and you can't go by rules."
"..."
"Hello, are you dumb?"
How should he answer? No, he couldn't speak, and his voice would reveal his identity. Xie Jinglan frantically pondered what to do and what to do, but there was nothing he could do.
"Let him go back. It was frightening to follow him for the first time." Another voice suddenly appeared. Xie Jinglan turned around and saw the assassin with a silver blade in his hand.
In the moonlight, his eyes were as warm as water.
"Well, coward." Hopscotch assassin snorted.
Xie Jinglan leaned on the wall, turned around the corner, took a few steps, and ran away. Xie Fu was getting farther and farther away from him, but the nightmare of blood and fire followed. Aunt Lan's blood-stained corpse seemed to be in front of him. He opened his eyes and closed his eyes with his awful body.
Before crying and crying to save Aunt Lan, she was frightened when she faced the assassin. He is a coward, he is a coward! A stone tripped his feet, he fell to the ground fiercely, and his head, face and hands were wounded. He lay on the ground and slammed the ground until his fist was dripping with blood and the soil was covered with blood.
With sour hands, he got up and sat against the wall. The street was empty, and lanterns hanging under the eaves were like phosphorous fires floating in the air.
He suddenly realized that he was homeless and had nowhere else to go. He never left Xiefu, a small Jinling city is the whole world for him. Where should he go now? Who should I go to? Mr. Dai? No, he is too close, and finding him will cause trouble. What other relatives does he have? No, he has no mother family to rely on, not to mention whether there are any distant relatives. He was like a fledgling, lost in the frost wind.
By the way, Weid, that bastard, was the one who instructed Qiye Galan to destroy Xie's house. He suddenly had a direction, like catching a piece of dead wood while the sea was floating, and once he caught it, he didn't let go. He wants revenge, whether it is Weid or Seven Leaf Galan, he wants them to die without burial!
Xie Jinglan got up from the ground and walked towards the endless night. He knew that Xie Fu's little master Xie Jinglan had already died in the middle of the night, and he would continue to live as a ghost from now on.