Chapter 8: Bodhi knife

Xia Houzhen finally let Xie Jinglan lie on his back. He used both hands and feet and crawled back to Qiuwuyuan.
Aunt Lan and Lianxiang stood at the door and looked anxiously. They saw two people crawling on the ground and whispering in their hearts. There was nothing mixed in this world. Look carefully again, isn't that young master lying on top?
The two greeted him, scrambling Xie Jinglan back, Lianxiang touched his forehead, exclaimed: "It's hot!"
Aunt Lan ran to the courtyard with Xie Jinglan on her back, and shouted, "Let's go to the doctor!"
Xiahou slumped on the ground like a dead fish and shouted, "Don't forget me! I have a fever ..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was black before his eyes and fainted.
When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a firewood room.
Why is he here?
After a while, the memory broke off when I returned to Qiuwuyuan, and I didn't remember it for a long time.
Thirst is terrible, there is a piece of iron in his throat, there is a smell of sweet rust, and he can't cough. Xia Houyi climbed to the door and pushed the door hard, and a tinkling of iron locks came from the door.
The door is locked.
What the is going on! ?
Chai Fang was ventilated, and Xia Houchi's teeth were trembling with cold. His cotton shirt was taken off to Xie Jinglan, leaving only two singles on his body. He shrank like a cat and shivered.
"Little sister! Little sister!"
Xia Hou suddenly opened his eyes, and Lianxiang's round face was found out of the small window on the wall. Lianxiang saw Xia Hou awoke and shoved three steamed buns through the gap in the window.
"Sister, I want to drink water!" Xia Houyi crawled over, picked up the hoes into his arms, and shouted.
Lianxiang wanted to stuff the water sac, but the gap was too small, and the water sac was too big to fit in.
"I pour water in, and you open your mouth underneath."
Xia Houyu did, and the water column poured down. He opened his mouth so hard that he managed to get two or three sips.
"Did you drink it?" Lianxiang asked worriedly, holding the fence in both hands.
"Drinking it, I'm fine." Xia Houyi grabbed his and gave a sip casually. "What the is going on here? Why am I here?"
"As soon as you and the young master returned to the courtyard, the old lady sent someone to take you away. They said that you did not speak badly, and also taught young master Hu to come and lock you up. Lanxiang in the study told us you were here, and I secretly Here, "Lianxiang said, holding back tears." Smelly boy, I told you not to come here. Look, the retribution is coming! Hey, did you burn it out, do you feel better? "
I'm afraid not. Xia Houyi didn't need to touch to know that his blush was a mess. He felt that he could lay an egg on his face.
"I'm afraid the old witch didn't want to let me live. She can't move Master for the time being, so I'm going to have a knife. Sister Lianxiang, think about it and see if you can find Mr. Dai and let him save me."
Mr. Dai is not in the house. Where is she going in the dark? Lianxiang opened her mouth, but finally did not tell the truth, saying: "Okay, you wait. People say that the scourge has been left for thousands of years, and you must support this great scourge."
"Rest assured, I'm a tea lady, it's not so easy to die."
Lianxiang was gone. Xia Houzhen was not idle. After eating the steamed bun, he felt that he had recovered some strength, dragged his weak limbs, cleared an open space, picked up a few pieces of dry woodpile, and then drilled the wood for fire. After the skin was broken by drilling, a little bit of Mars popped out, and after a long grind, the firewood finally came on.
He was on the fire before he felt like he was alive again and chopped himself up again.
The fire was a bit small, and my back was still so cold. Xia Houzhen was a little worried, wouldn't he really fold here?
It was a disgrace that he had a majestic Qiye Galan assassin dying in the hands of a woman who had nothing to do with chickens.
Xia Houyi stared at the flame, drowsy, as if there were stones hanging on his eyelids, sinking uncontrollably. Suddenly, the door seemed to open and walked into a sloppy old man. Someone opened his mouth and poured an extremely bitter potion into his throat. Xiahou suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the big iron-like hand and struggled hard.
"This is the cure for wind chills. How hard are you earning? Do you want to die?" The old man let out his hand and looked at him angrily.
The old man's hair was white, with a huge hawk nose, and one eye was gray, as if a film was stuck on it. He usually lowered his head, and now he was looking at Xia Houyun, his anger was revealed. As long as you see these eyes, no one will think that this is a bad old man.
Some people say that people who have killed people are not the same as ordinary people.
Xia Houyi knew that the difference was in his eyes.
Those who had blood on their hands had blood that could not be wiped off. They have killed people, and have seen the fragility of human beings. In their eyes, people are no different from chickens, ducks, fishes and dogs.
Xia Hou stunned: "It turned out to be a dark blue pile. The juniors are wanton, and the seniors don't blame."
The old man put down the lunch box and looked at Xia Houyi from bottom to top. He sighed every time he moved up an inch. Finally, his eyes fell on Xia Houyi's face. The look of the eye was looking at the mud that could not help the wall. There is despair of Galan's slim future.
Xia Houyi seemed to be undressed and tossed over and over again, a little uncomfortable, turned around and drank the medicine on his own.
When he finished drinking the medicine, the old man sighed: "Xia Houyi, I heard your name, and sure enough, as expected, you are very much like Gallou."
"That's not it." Xia Hou smiled.
The old man added: "But I didn't expect that you have learned 10% of Gallo's jerk, and you haven't learned anything for her."
Xia Houyi: "..."
"Listen to me and persuade you that you are not an assassin at all. Assassins must be safe and secure, so that everyone can confuse people's eyes. In addition, assassins want six relatives to deny it. You are acting arrogantly, and you have no good intentions. These two are not in line. Xie Jinglan is just a young master who is destined to die in the deep house. You are so concerned, how can you kill others? "
The old man spit and fluttered, summed up in one sentence, that is: smelly boy, you should go back to the mountains and farm as soon as possible, don't lose our Galan's face.
"I don't believe it. If you say that the assassin's six relatives don't recognize him, why do you save me? Why does Uncle Duan take care of me? My sword, whoever should be killed, whoever will be killed!"
"I don't kill you because you are not my prey; I take care of you because I am entrusted by Duan Xiaolou. If anyone buys your life, hum, I can't kill you! Boy, you have a bodhi knife, but No killing. Assassins without killing will sooner or later die! "
Xia Hou stubbornly refuted his neck and said, "Who said I didn't? You gave me a knife, and I'll kill the old Witch of Xiao's now! I promise I'm not vague at all."
"That's not murderous, it's revenge. Of course it's easy to kill someone you resent, but if you want to kill a passerby, or even your loved one, for example? For example, you can kill your heart now. Shocked? "The old man's hazy eyes stared at Xia Houyi, and his look was almost stern." If Xiao buys Xie Jinglan's life from Galan, I can guarantee that your mother-in-law, Gallo, will Knife without hesitation. "
"But my mother definitely won't kill me." Xia Houyun lowered his head and said dully, "No one can deny six relatives."
The old man sneered: "My temperament is very stingy. Cheng, I now give you two choices. You also know your current situation. Xiao sees Xie Jinglan as a nail in his eyes and a thorn in his flesh. He stepped on it and killed more than one ant. You are the one by the way. As long as you give up being an assassin, I will take you out. Galan has rules, and once the assassin falls into the enemy, he must kill himself. If you are not an assassin, I can save you. "
Xia Houyi didn't think about it, and said, "Then you go, I'll stay here."
Not to mention being an assassin, Xie Jinglan's kid couldn't rest assured.
Regardless of him, even if the dead old man didn't come to save him, Uncle Duan wouldn't sit idly by.
The old man glared with a beard and yelled at "Donkey Donkey". He gasped a few breaths, took out a scroll of paper from his arms, and threw it to Xia Houyi, saying, "Give you a cup of tea, take this Take the map down and remember what I say next. "
Xia Houzhen gave a shock and straightened up.
Does this mean to let him work? Has he finally become a formal Galan Assassin?
The paper scroll was unfolded hurriedly. It turned out to be the map of Xiefu. The corridors, pavilions, paths, and even the doors and windows, rockery, and trees are all marked. These days, Xia Hou strolled around and had already touched Xiefu more than half. Ability, a tea map is more than enough.
"If you can go out, take the chance, sneak into Xie Bingfeng's study, find out his correspondence, and make a list of people who correspond with him. Remember, be careful and don't expose yourself. If something goes wrong, Keep yourself safe and evacuate first. If you can't do anything, you have someone else to do it for you. "
"Relax, it's a piece of cake."
Xia Houyi knew that Galan had a convention, and that the fatal blow in the plan had to retreat without hitting. Galan did not have to hunt the target unscrupulously, because it often took more than ten years to cultivate an assassin, and Galan couldn't afford to consume it.
Until now, Xia Houyi had never seen more than twenty assassins on the mountain.
Xia Houyi touched the map and wondered again: "Why do we want this list? Will this have a bad effect on the Xie family ..."
The old man hummed with a stale air, apparently a hateless steel, and said, "Say you are not this material, worry about this and worry about that. Are you still an assassin? Rest assured, should No big deal, nothing more than this Xie Bingfeng offended someone in the officialdom. Someone asked him to handle him, saying that he had set up a party for business. "
Party and private business? Xia Houzhen analyzed it with his short-term knowledge, and it didn't feel like a major crime. The officials who were executed in the book were either treasonous through the enemy or the filthy harem. I haven't heard that they killed themselves because of making friends.
"This human being is very good-looking. There is only one hypocrite, and it is not a shame to lose the official." Xia Houyi patted his chest and said, "Cover me!"
The old man withdrew the map and threw a blanket to Xia Houyu, lifted the box out of the firewood room, and locked the lock again.
"Boy, you might as well study swordsmanship while you are busy. In my opinion, you are not as good as Xie Jinglan. People still memorize poems when they are respectful."
Xia Houzhen raised his head, and the door was very small. The old man stood outside the door and glanced at him through the door. Xia Houzhen only saw the gray eye. Somehow, Xia Houzhen felt that his eyes were looking at a dead man. .
He remembered Uncle Duan saying that if he was listed, he would definitely not be twenty years old.
Alas, Xia Houyi thought unconvincingly, all his mother's eyes were jealous, and he looked down on others. As the saying goes, don't bully young people!
Xia Houyi opened the blanket and lay a copy of the Gala knife in it.
He flipped through this book countless times, but every time he skipped the first page and went straight to the back. Ghostly, he didn't rush to look at the next sword, but turned the first page.
There was only one sentence written in it:
"Give a Bodhi knife to kill someone to become a Buddha."