Chapter 51: Bu Shenglian

The candlelight fluttered, and the shadow on the wall suddenly separated a black shadow, facing the shadow of the heart. Xia Hou was startled, and then reacted when he looked intently. He kept standing behind him, and the shadows overlapped. Now he moved away and there were two shadows.
Xiahou stepped to the right with a tiptoe, and through the gap in the book grid, saw the man wearing a black cloak and hiding his entire face in the darkness.
"Well, how hard are you?" The man took the file in his heart and said, "You drew this thing for three days and nights. You were seen by Xiahou and laughed at you for three days and three nights. Came to ask me, clearly she looks exactly like the person in the calf, how does she look in the mirror and not like it. The fool who only knows and set fire, how can I know that there is only another fool who thinks she is a woman.
The man's voice was a little rough and seemed to be sick with a thick nasal sound.
But Xia Houyi still heard it, this voice belongs to Uncle Duan. The uncle Duan who would show him a dagger from the outside and show him a note book.
His fingertips were a little cold, and his heart sank a little. He suddenly didn't dare to listen anymore, but he had to listen, and whatever they said, he had to listen.
"It's all a thing of the past, don't need to mention it again." The silent man finally spoke. Xia Houyu saw him slowly get up straight, and the black robes swept across the book, like dark butterfly wings.
"Did you regret it? Don't worry?" Duan said quietly. "Actually, there is nothing to regret. Xiaoxiong doesn't know about it yet, and she has no feelings for Xiahouyi. They are your sons. If one day in the future, I know, you just push it to me. Anyway, Xiahou's sheath is me, and it's me who watched her die in Liu Guizang's hand. "
"You're wrong," the heart-wrenching voice was cold and cold. "Where do we people have the qualifications to regret? We are following the road of Shura, stepping on the tip of the knife, every step is stained with blood. Maybe walking forward There is still a glimmer of hope. I always think that taking a few more steps is the end, but once you turn back, it means you have to try the pain before. "
Uncle Duan sighed softly, and said, "Don't you really recognize him?"
"I am a sinner, Duan Jiu," Wu Xin looked at the candlelight in the palm of his hand. "If I had loved my children for a long time, and my cower was stagnant, Ba Bu would not be buried under the ice and snow. Our master, our brother, It wo n’t be the ghost of Shuobei forever. It ’s impossible to return to Garan, or to the land. Father ’s debts, since I have no chance, let my child go to the killing ground, kill the fateful enemy, and bring back Garan ’s ancestors. .
"But since I want to send my child to the dead, how dare I beg him to call him my father? Besides, Garan's first seat, be careful, you can go forward. This is my lesson and his future."
"When will you tell him this secret?"
"Only the abbot can know all the secrets. He is not strong enough. When he is strong enough to be Galan's first seat, Galan's secrets will be opened to him."
Uncle Duan was silent for a while and said, "Well, you said how good our friends were at that time. Let's sit at the gate of the mountain and listen to you blow. Xiahou heard sleepiness, and other assassins crawled out of the bed. Get up and rush us. How can you say that now? "
"It's because of me, it's all about me."
"No, sorrowful heart," Uncle Duan smiled bitterly. "It's all life. If you can't beat Xiahou, Xiahou won't challenge you every day, and you won't fall in love with her. If we are not beggars on the street, don't Will be brought back to Galan for such a life. This is all fate. "
"Do you believe it, Duan Jiu?" Xi Xin put his hand on Duan Shu's shoulder, said.
"I've always believed, but you don't know." Uncle Duan took Xinxin's hand, "It is said that people who kill too much will be born into beasts in their next lives. Suffering, we are all old and will soon change. The adult animal was born. The injury on my body couldn't be better. It used to hurt once in ten days and a half months, and now it has two episodes in three days. Qiuye is almost dead. He went to Miaojiang last year and was bitten by the sore and used the Western Region. God's anointing is not good either. Old friend, you must hurry up and let Xiaoyu take over from Galo Luo, he will do well. "
Xia Houyi was shocked and turned to look at Qiuye.
The light was too dim, he never noticed, but Qiu Ye's expression was actually very sloppy. If the light from the candle came over, he would see that Qiu Ye's face was not bloody, like a paper paste, but his lips were dull red.
Akiba handed him a soothing look, shook his hand, and motioned him to continue listening.
Xia Hou's nose was a little sour, and he opened his mouth silently, "Master."
Xun Xin and Duan Jiu talked for a while before leaving. The cave was restored to absolute darkness, and the sounds of Xunxin and Duan Jiu's footsteps slowly moved farther and farther, and they passed along the stone wall and the ground with sullenness and sullenness, and finally disappeared, dying in silence.
For Xia Houyi, the abbot is a dark shadow in the depths of his memory. It is the stale writing in the pile of old paper, old and fuzzy. He always sits in the hall of Noble Heroes, either slamming the wooden fish missing a horn, or muttering through the broken scriptures. He sat meditating in the mountain temple, like a dreary ancient Buddha, Xia Houyu ran outside the temple.
When he was young, his mother was not there. He climbed up and down in the mountains barefoot, and touched the east and the west. The moss was whispered softly under his feet, and the stone cut the soles of his feet and ran. He picked rushes, daffodils, and put them on the stage. He brought the snare drums in the sundries pile and knocked them with chopsticks. Sometimes there was no rice in the house. He quietly bypassed the abbot ’s hall where the abbot meditated, stepped on the crumbling leaves, and stole rice in the backyard zen room. He remembered the thin wire he hid under the begonia tree, turned the lock twice to the right, and patted it with his hand, and it would open with a click. He chased after the setting sun, picking stones to hit the crows, and sometimes he held his bald head. He gnawed chickens and ducks, and grew up sick of dogs. Every assassin heard the sound of footsteps running outside the door, and knew that the little in Xiahou's family was naughty again.
The abbot never scolded him. He stole rice and oil, and later stole the fragrant fruit on the stage. The abbot pretended not to see it, only flipped the scriptures and continued to read. Later, he didn't know where to know that the abbot was his dad. He ran to the mountain temple, and the abbot was still the black back to the back. He kicked all the buckets in the courtyard one by one. Passing the stone steps, the absent-minded back and Xiahou's tearful face were reflected.
For many years, the abbot has always been that back. Before, he was tall, and then he gradually became thinner and hesitant, but as always dark and cold. Xia Houyi didn't know what kind of person the abbot was. He never said much, never did much, but never asked Xia Houyi. Now he knew that the abbot was not the Buddha that Akiba had said, not the old bald donkey in Xiahou's mouth, but Galan's fiercest demon and the worst evil ghost.
The black-faced buddha crested, snoring and blowing, like a wind drifting in the valley, there was no trace when it came, and no trace when it left.
"Hang tired." Xia Hou shouted at him.
Suddenly he turned his head and looked at him quietly.
"I met the abbot and Uncle Duan below." Xia Houyi said.
"Ok."
"You already knew, right?" Xia Houyi's voice was surprisingly calm. "In the beginning, you arrested the disciples of the Liu family to train me with knives. The abbot ordered you, right?"
Nodded.
He never lied, and he didn't leave a word without asking what he answered. For no apparent reason, Xia Houyi suddenly hated him like this, and suddenly hoped that he could tell a lie, whatever he wanted.
Just don't let Xia Houyi know that Xia Houyi's death has his share.
"My mother's death, did you already know the truth?"
"know."
"..." Xia Houyun turned around and walked. After taking a few steps, he stopped again and asked, "If the abbot asked you to kill me, would you come?"
The mountain wind brushed the tired hair and the white sleeves fluttered. He was sitting on the edge of the cliff with the starry night behind him. He looked at Xia Houyi's back, and his eyes were desolate.
He said, "Yes."
"Okay, that's very good," Xia Hou said, "I will kill you too, you and I don't have to show mercy."
Xia Houyi and Qiu Ye went down the mountain together. The wind was still blowing, filled with the coolness of the sleeves, holding the puppet with annoyance, and looking up at the brilliant galaxy in the sky.
"But I will lose to you, Xiaoyu." He said softly, but no one heard.

Xia Houyi returned to his house's bamboo building, but he did not return for a long time. The small courtyard was covered with weeds. I didn't know what bugs were rumbling and grasshoppers jumping on his feet. There were many fallen leaves on the stove under the shed, as well as in the pot. As Xia Houyu walked by, a gray rabbit emerged from under the stove.
Xia Houyi moved out of a stool, found an old clothes, wiped them clean, and let Qiu Ye sit. He went back to the house and took two pots of pear white, and hesitated in front of Qiu Ye.
"Master, can you still drink?"
"How can't I?" Akiba laughed, bit the plug, and opened her mouth.
Xia Hou took a sip of wine, and the spicy wine flowed through the cavity, rolling like a knife, and the whole body's heat spread, and Xia Hou took a slow breath. The night was gloomy blue, the mountains were foggy, and the surroundings were misty, with clumps of verbena and hydrangeas painted on water-soaked rice paper, and the red and purple halos were in one piece.
"Master, you know, right?" Xia Houxi asked suddenly.
"Yes, I know."
"My mother also knows that her business has been in the rainy season since the twenty-sixth year of Qianyuan, and she can't detect it."
"Well, she knows that."
Xia Hou laughed, but in the end didn't have a laugh, "only I was caught in the drum."
"Don't blame your mother," Akiba sighed. "Even if there is no deliberate arrangement, your mother won't last long. It's not only the sword but the injury that can make an assassin to the end. Your mother's body is early She was full of sores. She knew that she was going to leave sooner or later, but you know that your mother is not very knowledgeable, clumsy, and I do n’t know how to say goodbye to you ... so that ’s why she has to go like this suddenly."
"What's wrong with your sore? Can it still be cured?" Xia Houyi asked.
Akiba shook her head with a smile, and said, "Little sister, don't you want to know something else?"
Xia Houyi was silent for a while, and asked, "What was going on at that time?"
Akiba lowered her head and looked far away, as if she had fallen into a long memory. He said: "I don't know much. I just entered Garan at that time. Half a year ago when I entered Garan, Garan had a very serious civil unrest, with heavy casualties, and the assassin was withered. First, I abducted one side to select children from Garan village to supplement the shortfall. I was one of them when I was looking for a good martial arts exile from the outside and I was one of them. I ’m one of them. Outsiders like me were very crowded out at the beginning. Your mother is arrogant and has never been seen. I sympathize with her, Will be cited as a confidant.
"The Gala Babu at that time was very different from the current one. They were all masters first cultivated by the abbot. The heart was the Gallo at that time."
Xia Hou stunned, and said, "He is the twenty-seventh generation of Gallo?"
"Yes." Qiuye said, "Although your mother was regarded as the first sword in the world, the real heart at that time was the only one step in the world. Kill one person in one step, blood in ten steps, and blood lotus in steps. His The sword, the name is called Shengshenglian. Twenty-one years ago, your mother conceived you and your brother. The abbot suddenly issued a Garam order, called Garam eight, and went to Shuobei together. This trip was more than three months, who I don't know what happened in Shuobei.
On the day you were born, it was a night when the lady in Garam Village wrapped you up with you, and suddenly came back. He was covered in blood, and Wen Peng was almost scared to death. He said nothing and picked up a child and left. Your mother got up from the bed and asked him what he was doing. He said he was going to take a child with him and break up with your mother. "
"He's a very good man!" Xia Houyi sneered, "bullying a woman who just gave birth, why didn't he die in Shuobei and not come back?"
"Actually, he wasn't much better than your mother at that time. His temper was originally very good, otherwise he could not be with your mother. But that day, he insisted on taking the child away, your mother said, The child can't go, you come first and give me a hundred sounds. He said, can you change a child with a hundred sounds? Your mother said, you'll say it when you're done. "
"He stunned?"
"Alas, a whole hundred. Your mother didn't expect that he could really finish it. But she still didn't agree to let him take the child away, so the two of them fought. Both were at the end of a crossbow, but two Personal temper is so hard, in the end, there was almost no way of beating each other. Your mother didn't get over it, and she lay down first. She said heartily, I took the child away. From now on, you can't meet him. "
"What he took away was disgust," Xiahou murmured.
"Yes. Your mother lost. She kept her promise. She had never seen a bored in the past seventeen years. The tragic assassination 21 years ago was not known except for Xinxin and his close friend Duan Jiu. What exactly happened. After that, Xin Xin succeeded the abbot of Galan, the new eight books were selected, and Galan was back on track. "
"Now it seems that he flinched before the battle. The abbot and the other seven were killed, and he blamed him. Did he come up with such a method to atone for sin? It's ridiculous, ridiculous!" Xia Houyi buried his face in his palm Li said, "Master, you said, wouldn't he think about killing my mother if I became stronger earlier?"
"Xiao, I don't blame you. In fact, he should choose to be bored at first, but I don't know why, he changed his mind again. Maybe it's because the bored person is unmotivated, even a person who is unmotivated, even strong Can't be the first seat of Galan leading the assassins. "Qiu Ye turned his head to look at Xia Houyu. In the moonlight, his eyes were silent like water," Xiaoyu, do you want revenge? "
"Of course, I will kill him. As for the first seat of Garan, whoever loves to be the one who deserves it." Xia Houyi stood up, his eyes gloomy and cruel, "What kind of heart, his debt, let him go to Come on! "
Akiba suddenly said, "Little sister, have you found your mother's testament?"
Xia Hou stunned, and said, "No. She was in a mess. I didn't find it for a long time, maybe it was bitten by a mouse."
Akiba capped the embossing on the hip flask and slowly said, "Your mother left you something outside ..." He stopped abruptly and said, "Little sister, you want to leave Galan ?"
"What do you mean? My mother ..."
"Xiao Ye, she told me when she was alive, she hoped you could break the game." Qiu Ye went to Xia Houyi's dress and grave, poured all the liquor in front of her grave. "Your mother is very different from us, isn't it? Because of her excellent sword skills, but because she was born as an assassin. Galan's assassins were homeless beggars. Only your mother was the one who found Galan herself. She said that she took control of her destiny. , She hopes that you can too, and that you are not part of Galan. "
"Does she want me to run away? She doesn't want me to take revenge. She wants me to run away?" Xia Houyi looked at the tombstone. On it was his own engraved word-the tomb of Xia Houyi. His mother was not married, and had no husband's surname. Want to come too, his mother was resolute in her life, how could she surrender to her husband's surname after death. It is enough to write only three characters on the tombstone.
"No," Qiu Ye raised his eyes, and there was a sword-light sword in his eyes. "It's more than a way to hold your own life, Xiaoyu, you can ruin Garan!"
"How can this be? Garan is ruined, what will you do in July and a half, you will all die!" Xia Houyi was shocked.
"Not 'you', but 'us'." Akiba whispered, "Little sister, do you know what kind of place Galan is? Galan Village receives fifty children from the outside every year, most of them are boys. With strong hands and feet, no father and no mother, Jialan is regarded as their home. Every year, Kalan Village will send 20 children to the mountain temple, and the abbot will give them swords, and hang their cards. After three days, half of the brands will When they were taken down, half of the children died on the killing field. Every year, at least seven experienced assassins with high skills die, and only about three of them can be transported back to the sword. Year after year, the bones under the sword mound have already piled up like a mountain. Yesterday, there was another grave, which I stood up. Xiaoying, shouldn't such a place be destroyed? "
"but!"
"You must have just seen the medicine cave in the Black Face Buddha. Others just told me that I would catch the defected assassin and give it to the abbot. They were wrong. The abbot sent them to the Black Face Buddha to be the medicine man for the medicine. .I do n’t know what the abbot is developing, maybe August and September, but I know that he is a sinner. In this Galanian, all people are sinners, no one is dissatisfied with blood, no one is full of evil, no one is full. Don't it! Including boredom, including me, including you. "
"Master, you are not the same as Perseverance. There is also a love story. He ..."
"It's nothing different, we are all sinners, don't you admit it?" Akiba laughed lowly. "Little sister, your mother wants you to break the game, take control of your own life, and the abbot wants you to take over the first seat of Garan, and kill that one. Enemies far from Shuobei. And I hope you ... destroy Garan! "
Silence, dead silence in general.
The fog was getting thicker and thicker, Xia Houyi seemed to be surrounded, and the air around him became sticky. He was wrapped in fog from all sides and could not breathe. His heart became very chaotic. He thought of a distant look, and thought of the heart holding a candlelight. At last, he saw Xia Houyun's skeleton lying on the ground and looked at the high sky.
Xia Houyi lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand with the arrow marks left by Liu Guizang.
"how should I do?"
Akiba smiled softly, and his smile was as gentle as ever, like the warm wind blowing under the spring flowers.
Suddenly he smiled, his expression as solemn as the gods and gods in the high temple, "Kill the heart and burn the medicine cave. July and a half will make us all die!"