Chapter 53: Lead

The trees were withered, looking up, thin branches sticking out, printed on the blue-white sky, like cracks extending from blue and white porcelain. The stone steps of the mountain gate were cleaned, and the snow was piled thick on both sides, like a hill. Tang XVII sat cross-legged on the futon in the Great Hall of the Heroes, rubbing his two red hands, and looking out the door. The mountain was a pale white, and we could see the assassin's hut with a slightly yellow thatched roof. The long bluestone steps stretched down and disappeared into the mist.
The assassins wrapped in cloaks and head-to-face came in one after another, took a pill from the black-lacquered rice bowl on the stage, and went to the charcoal stove to bake fire. Tang Shixi heard someone whispering, "Why not repair and repair, what a shabby place!" Tang Shiqi raised his head and saw the roof of a large hole, and the snow drifted in from there, and landed on the assassins' dark heads. .
Horse chestnut blue is a strange place. Tang Shiqi felt cold as soon as he came, his bones were trembling. The Buddha statues enshrined here are all black, and the original gentle and compassionate face seems inexplicable under the black paint. Buddha statues are very old, and most of them are out of paint. The mottled Buddha's face drooped slightly, his eyes were half closed, and his indifferent eyes overlooked the assassins sitting below. Tang Shichi felt his neck cold, like who was cut with a knife.
The abbot sat under the Lantern Buddha, opened an old scripture, and began to read it. Everyone scratched their heads and brains, and some fell asleep against Liang Zhu. The abbot's voice was flat, like a dead man's tone. There was a snoring sound on the other side of the hall, long and short, very regular high and low levels, like pulling erhu, with flat chanting sounds, strange. Tang Shixi wanted to laugh, and began to look around after being bored for a while. Seeing that he was sitting at the feet of Wenshu Bodhisattva, he wanted to go to chat with him, and then remembered that he was playing Xia Houyi, and couldn't make a mistake, thinking about it or holding back.
Xia Houyi went to Tianshan. He and the letter sent the autumn funeral to Qiuye, and the letter went to the Western Regions. He brought the cicada-winged sword to Tang Shiqiu and pointed him to the flowing cloud pattern above. It was very similar to Tang Lan's notes. . He gave Tang Shichi a human skin mask, taught Tang Shichi a skill, and made Tang Shiqi pretend to be in Garan, and then went to Tianshan. He kept a pill that was originally brought to his mother. His mother died in Liuzhou and didn't eat it. Now he has given a grace period of one year to find the meteorite.
During this period, Tang Shiqiu could arbitrarily control Xia Houyu's deposits. Xia Houyu was so rich that he made a lot of money in the past few years. He didn't spend much money. He didn't gamble money. He didn't play prostitutes. Less silver.
Tang Shixi was broken, eating and drinking around Xia Houyi's face. He spent hundreds of silver to hold a famous horn in Jiangling, and every time she appeared on the stage, he would send someone to send countless red badgers, gold badgers and jade badgers. He combed two young prostitutes in Hangzhou and kept them in Yanchun Pavilion for two days. The Dongchang sniffed the smell and chased them. Each of them gave him dozens of silver, and left his gold ring and jade fan. Pat your away. I heard that there is still a girl who keeps the festival for him. Qin Huai Jiali , there must be him spreading gold leaves on the paintings. Yangzhou skinny horse got married, he must send someone to send Shili red makeup.
So in addition to the horrific name of Anonymous Ghost, Xia Houyu added the nickname "Wumen Prodigal Son". The maidservants everywhere are proud of Xia Hou's curtains. The east factory went to search the Qinlou Chu Museum in various places. Did not see it. Tang Shi17 hid beside him and laughed cheerfully.
But Tang Shiqi was also upset. Xia Houyi's enemies are flying all over the sky, and the biggest one is Dongchang. I do n’t know what Xiahouyu touched the Dongchang inverse scale. Nowadays, the street is full of his portraits and notices. Every day, Dongchang Fanzi walks around the street with a knife and looks at the pedestrians on the road. trough. Xia Houyi ran to Tianshan, and there was no one in that corner, let alone Dongchang. But Tang Shiqi had to hide in the East Factory and hide Galan, and was really exhausted.
Usually he just puts a girl's waist on his front foot, and the back foot is noisy. He has to kiss the girl's little mouth like a dragonfly, jump out of the window sill in the girl's reluctant eyes, and run while promising to return to see her next time. .
The assassin's purring sound changed, and now it was three long and one short. The abbot stopped chanting in the purring sound, his eyes fainted, someone arched his elbow with the elbow asleep, and the assassin staggered and opened his eyes. The abbot put down the scriptures and stood up. Tang Seventeen looked over, and there were more than thirty sandalwood signs neatly hanging on the west siding. Each sign had a name written on it, but it was not a person's name, but a knife's name. The top few brands are the eight parts of Garan. Only their brand has eight titles written in ink on them. The underside of "Galou" is empty.
Tang Shiqi saw "Hengbo" and hung at the bottom, a humble seat. The abbot walked over, took some of them off, and took some out of his arms and hung them up. Finally, he took out "Hengbo" and placed it under "Gallou".
"Xia Hou," said the abbot.
Tang Seventeen suddenly felt a shock. Assassins turned their heads and looked at him. With dozens of eyes, all strange and indifferent, Tang Seventeen felt like a living person breaking into a group of ghosts.
"Yes!" Tang Shixi answered with a scrutiny.
The abbot came over, put his hand on his head, and said, "From now on, you will be the twenty-ninth generation of Galauro."
Tang Shiqi lowered his head and beat the drums in his heart. His head seemed to be clamped by five cold cast irons. I do n’t know if it was because the sky was too cold, the temple was too broken, and the cold air was poured into it. He The skinny hand on top of his head had no heat at all, showing the cold taste of the dead.
What should he do now? Weeping and hoeing gratitude? He secretly hated Xia Houyi for not explaining his words clearly. What would the assassin do when he was sealed?
Before he was tangled, the abbot had taken his hand away. He raised his hand, and two assassins moved the charcoal basin to the middle. The abbot was sitting cross-legged in front of the charcoal basin, and the wooden signs taken from the wall were placed one by one into the charcoal fire.
"I wait for assassins, no names, no surnames, no kings, no fathers, no homes and no nations. Holding bodhi knives, blades of life and death, killing white men, sinners, masters, and generals. Darkness is my brother, and my night is my blood. I wait for the shadows in the light, the ghosts in the night, the moths in the fire, committing evil, beheading and killing enemies. Entering this liberation door, I will be undead, and I will wait for the ancestors to rejoice and be immortal. "
Assassins looked at the piece of wooden sign that had become scorched in the charcoal stove, and whispered, "Live in joy, and return to immortality."
Everyone's voice resembled a heavy Zhongming, which twirled back and forth in Tang Shiqi's ears, shaking Tang Shi's head into a dizzy head. He hesitated, followed the crowd, and walked out of the door, his eyes passing through the gray shadows, as the assassins passed him without squinting.
He remembered the words of the abbot and felt that his heart was covered in ice. Can't help but turn around and see that he is standing under the eaves of the porch, looking at Tang XVII quietly, his eyes are light and light, like Dong Dongxue. Tang Shichi was awake, afraid that he could see that he was a fake, smeared with oil on his feet, and slipped away without looking back.
Xia Hou's family was ruined like a centuries-old ruin. Tang Shiqi complained about Xia Houyi while staying in. After thinking for a while, he thought that this place was quite suitable for Xia Houyi. The ghost who crawled back from had to stay in the unpopular ruins? Fortunately, Xia Houyi told him that a few pots of pears were buried behind the house. He dug out the wine and was drunk.
Uncle Duan passed by the Xiahou family and stood outside the fence and saw Tang Shichi lying in the snow. He pushed the fence and asked anxiously, "Xiaoyou, are you stunned? Why is it lying on the ground? It's cold outside, go back and rest."
Tang Shiyi stared, staring at the big-faced man in front of him, and said, "Where's the big pie face, go away! Delay Grandpa, I drink!"
Uncle Duan was so angry that he scolded: "You kid!" Seeing him drowsy again, he shook his head and said, "I've heard about everything you're doing outside. We're always blue-handed. You are so public, and sooner or later you will make a big disaster! Why, if you revenge your mother, you have nothing else to do! "
"Fuck!" Tang Shixi smiled and said, "Of course there are serious things to do, Qinhuai River, Hualiu Lane, the girls are waiting in line for me!"
"You! You!" Uncle Duan flushed with anger and walked away.
Tang Shiqi lay for a while, feeling cold, and crawled back to the house.
At night, after the moon is behind Qianshan, it hangs on the deserted night. In the undulating mountains, the assassin's hut lights up, like fireflies flying alone, and if accidentally they will be swallowed up by darkness. The abbot lit an old oil lamp in the zen room, and a solitary fire trembled along the edge of the lamp panel, lighting up the shadow on the wall.
Uncle Duan came all the way, and the flowers on the flower path were withered, leaving the dead branches crisscrossed, crouching under the snow and lying on the ground. Uncle Duan went all the way, and his ankle was scratched all the way. He entered the door, sat down and looked at his feet against the lights, and complained, "Well, when will you repair this broken temple?"
He sighed and said, "Next year, wait for next year."
"You said the same last year."
"No money, Duan Jiu," Xu Xin dialed the wick.
Duan Jiu shook his lips. He knew where Galan's bounty had gone, and didn't speak again.
Leaning against the mullioned window, watching the snow fluttering outside the window screen blankly.
"Little boy, I don't think so." Duan Shu said.
The action of picking the lantern lightly paused.
"Have you heard of his ridiculous things?" Uncle Duan sighed. "Since revenge against his mother has been reported, he has slackened. He finds flowers and asks Liu, without seriousness. How can he succeed to your seat like this? , Your forged sword is useless. "
"I've heard it," Wu Xin frowned, saying, "He wasn't close to being a woman, and the moon slaves who asked him to serve, the willow shoots of the previous days didn't make him tempted."
"I heard that next to him was Tang Shishi, a real swinger. I'm afraid it was the king and eight lambs who broke Xiaoshao."
"Perhaps you can kill Tang Seventeen." Wu Xin said, and he took his sleeves and sat on the futon, looking at Persuasion. "Persistence, what do you say?"
Persistently withdrawing from looking at Xue, his hand was on his lap, straight. He lifted his eyes, and stared at the starlight, saying: "Xiahou Hou has entered the evil path, his heart is not correct, and there is no cure."
"In this way, only you who can go to Shuobei will be tired of you." Wu Xin said, "I have no perfect plan. Our ancestors died in the snow and ice. After that, those people will learn to be good, only Garan. The abbot can see them, but you have no heart and you don't get their approval. "
Hold your head down and catch a snowflake that came in from the crack of the window screen. The snow melted as soon as it fell into the palm of your hand. He said: "There will be a solution, you said, there are some things that know that the sword, mountains and seas are going to break through."
"You're right." Wu Xin said, "Who besides me remember what happened 21 years ago? Only I remember how they were beheaded and blood melted into Shirayuki. Only I remember who they were, theirs. Looks, their voices. So, only I can take revenge for them! Go, boy, I will draw up a plan for you to safely reach Shuobei to meet those people. As for the rest, you can only give it to yourself. "
Tang Shichi was feverish and had a terrible headache. He got up from the urn and poured water to drink. There were crunching footsteps outside, and he came in with a snowstorm alone. Tang Shiqi squinted his eyes. The misty light passed through the window screen and shone on the comer. Tang Shiqi barely recognized the outline of the man, and he was disgusted.
Sat on the cymbals and handed him a letter.
"This is my testament, and bother you to give it to Xiaoyu."
Tang Shichi had a splitting headache and put the letter on the bedside. "What the are you talking about, I'm a little bitch!"
"You're not a cricket, I can recognize it." I hate it. "I'm going to Shuobei, I may not be able to return. Uncle Duan said that the assassin has the habit of leaving a suicide note, telling the afterlife, and sharing a piece of heritage. I have nothing to do. Legacy, there are only a few things I want to tell Xiaoyan. "
"Well, you have something to tell him directly, what book do you write ..." Tang Shichi's head was dizzy, and the words of disgust passed into his ears through a layer, rumbling inaudibly.
Persevering and not speaking, everyone can see the sadness in his eyes. But the room was dark, but Tang Shishi couldn't see it.
I was bored for a while, and said, "I didn't like going down the mountain before, because I don't think the lights under the mountain, the flowers under the mountain, and the noise of those people have nothing to do with me. I think I feel like a gust of wind, no matter where I go The traces disappeared on the ground. But when Xiao Xiao came, I knew that someone in this world looks exactly like me. We are brothers with blood thicker than water. He is my connection to the world. "He Looked at Tang Shichi, "I'm used to being alone, don't speak at the conference, can you understand?"
Tang Shiqi nodded stupidly.
"I've heard of Nei Heqiao, as long as you do n’t drink Meng Po Tang, you wo n’t forget the past. I will try to see, do n’t drink Meng Po Tang. Can you help me ask Xiaoyi, if I come to him in my next life Is he still willing to be my brother? "
Tang Shiqi suddenly got up and said, "Hey, I know, I know! I'm dizzy and I want to vomit, can you finish it soon?"
Persistent, startled, stood up, stayed for a while, and said, "Sorry, I'll go."
Tang Shiqi lay back, stood tired in the dark for a while, and went out lightly.
The next day, when Tang Shixi woke up, his head still hurt a little. When the window was opened, there was heavy snow outside, and there were many mountains and fields. He looked back at the empty room. It seemed like he was tired last night. He couldn't remember it. He always felt like he was dreaming. At night, what do you get tired of? He tapped his head and felt like he was asleep. He didn't see the corner of a letter under the pillow.
After the winter passed, Tang Shiqi finally left Jialan and returned to the gentle village under the mountain. Seeing Yanchun Pavilion, he was in tears more than he was back home. He smelled the familiar fat powdery fragrance again, sweet and greasy. The red octagonal lantern hung, and the girls swayed under the eaves, and the lantern was covered with a thin layer of red. There were noisy people in the patio, the women laughed sharply and sharply, and some guests drunk and walked unsteadily and fell into the pond, causing a series of laughter.
"Weid's dead and his godson Shen Wei are nothing!"
Tang Shiqi held a girl's slender waist to feed each other, and someone was chatting at the table.
"Uncle Xiahou, why are you here now?" The girl held her in his arms and complained softly.
"Sorry, I'm careful, I'm stuck in front of something broken and can't be separated."
He was very happy talking to the table, "No! Do you know the case that Xie's family was dead ten years ago?"
"Of course I know! Xie Bingfeng thank you, Qingliu Zhuozhu, I am heading for the beam! I was regarded by Wei De as a thorn in his eyes. The old guy of Wei De bought an assassin and killed his family. Poor grandfather Dai, old age, for his own sake Disciple, after years of running around, he finally found evidence that Weid was identified as the black hand behind the scenes! "
"Master Xiahou, how long are you staying this time?" The girl held Tang Shiqi's waist and nodded his chest.
"I don't know, when will Dongchang come here!" Tang Shixi laughed.
The two pushed the cup for another, and continued to fill in indignation. "Unfortunately, long live ridiculous, and insist on covering up Wei Wei! Father Dai knocked on the drums and heard the drums for a day. Long live pretending not to hear!"
"I heard that Wei Ye also asked Shen Ye to send someone to fight Mr. Dai. Fortunately, Mr. Dai survived the passage of the righteous!"
"Relax, Mr. Dai spoke. If he had anything to do with it, it would be His Majesty's poisonous hand! Now Wei Xi doesn't dare to put one on it, and he specially sends Fan to protect Mr. Dai! I am afraid of him The old man was old and had a headache and hot brain. He didn't survive it, but it was on Wei Wei's head! "
"The two are so happy to talk!" A black-faced man walked over at this moment, and froze the two men coldly.
The two of them drank high, and stood up and pushed him: "What's wrong? How are you? We're bothering you?"
"Badly talking about state affairs, the two will go to Dongchang to do a long rendezvous!" The black-faced man waved his hands, and suddenly there were many Dongchang fans wearing black scatters.
Both were frightened, and finally woke up, begging for mercy. When Tang Shiqi saw this, he slowly backed away, and he was about to retreat to the door.
The black-faced man turned around and suddenly glanced at Tang Shiqi, glaring suddenly and shouting, "Xiahouhou! Catch him!"
Tang XVII was sorrowful in heart, regretting that Xia Hou's face was handsome and he did not tear the human skin mask. He ran wild, someone was walking on the street, he took the reins, rode on the horse, and ran all the way to Lunlun Peak. Fanzi bit him behind him, hunting in his robe, like a group of fierce black eagles.
Pedestrians were screaming and avoiding all the way, the wind was cutting their ears like a knife, Tang Shiqi heard the wind howling, and horses thundered behind him. He pulled out his crossbow and shot backwards. A few Fanzi hit their arrows, and a few Fanzi made up for their vacancy. Tang Shiqi sweared hard.
There is no road ahead. Tang Shiqi stopped his horse at the cliff. The black-faced man saw that he had no way to escape. Just to be happy, he saw Tang Shi dismounted and ran towards the cliff. . He chased after him and wanted to stop. Tang Shixi ran too fast and couldn't catch up. He plunged into the void like a bird, the wind drilled through his clothes, and screamed. Everyone was dumbfounded, thinking that he was about to fall on a cliff, but they saw two three-foot iron bones stretching behind him, black tarpaulin attached to it, and they looked like black wings from a distance. Tang Shiqi no longer fell, flying on the wind to the Qiantang River below. Someone on the Liuhe Tower saw them and applauded.
The black-faced man shouted, "Bring an arrow!"
"Sir, the governor has orders to catch it!"
"It's better to catch a death than to catch it!" The black-faced man opened his bow and aimed at Tang Shiqi, and the bow was full, like a month, he took a deep breath, and the arrow pointed at Tang Shiqi, which was getting smaller and smaller. Shadow. Suddenly, the string trembled trembling, and Tang Xishi rushed into the air with the potential of wind and thunder.
"Have you hit it?" A fan set up a pergola and squinted.
The shadow in the air shuddered, but did not fall, but slid into the dense forest on the other side by wind.
An arrow was shot in Tang Shiqi's shoulder, and as long as the arrow moved down, he could shoot through his organ wings and penetrate his heart. He endured the pain, stumbled back to Xia Houyu's dark nest, and never closed the door. Galan sent a message saying that someone had put Jingtie on the clock tower in the capital. He didn't even know what Jingtie was. He left it aside and forgot it.
Spring is coming to summer, and the dead creeper is alive again, and the shack is crawling green. There are vines hanging on the grape rack, the white water in the water tank is tender and tender, and the small lotus leaves are round and round, like ripples in the water. Tang XVII was lying on a chaise longue and basking in the sun. A lot has happened recently, and the storytelling defected in the Western Regions. The new Kannaro led a team of secret posts to chase him. Persistently disappeared, it is said that on which mountain in North Shuo encountered a snowstorm, I do not know if dead or alive.
Dongchang is still catching Xia Houyi, but the black-faced Ti Qi has never seen it before. They searched around, destroyed several Galan brothels and the post, and sent all the assassins to Beijing. It made people frightened that when there was no sale, everyone shrank at home and didn't dare to go out. The underworld was implicated in a large area. Gambling houses, restaurants, and kilns all over the place came to ask questions. They checked their household registration and road guides one by one. Everyone trembled, and many places went bankrupt.
It was getting colder, thanks in the tank, and a few yellow stems remained. One day there was a light rain, and the rain was so thick that it fell like thin ox hair needles, and fell to the ground, ringing crisply. Tang Shiqi held his head on the threshold, and suddenly a man in a cloak and a bucket hat appeared in the rain curtain, and the black hilt loomed under the cloak.
Tang Shiqi stood up and shouted, "Boss!"
Xia Houyi walked under the broad eaves, took off the bucket hat and the jacket, shook the black hair sticking to his face, shook the rain on his body, "Give me a bowl of hot soup."
"Well!" Tang Shixi brought Tang to him and asked him cheerfully, "How about, did you get the meteorite?"
Xia Hou went into the room and took off his shirt, exposing his tight honey-colored muscles and crisscross scars. There are turns of silver thread around his body, like the fine silk on the silkworm pupae. He took the silk thread off his body and placed it on the Eight Immortals table. Put on a pair of silver gloves and twist a thread. The line was extremely thin, like a gleam, shining slightly under the sky shining through the door. Xia Houzhen straightened the line, and a fly hovered over. It didn't see Xia Hou's fingers. He scratched his head and buzzed forward. When he passed Xia Hou's fingers, he cut neatly Cut in half and dropped on the table.
Tang Shiqi was stunned.
"For a few days, I will return to Galan," Xia Houyi said, "kill my heart."