Chapter 113 Extra:
The Beehive Mental Technique of Yanjing in the Snow, a total of 2,471 words.
It is the basic internal energy and mental method of the Assassin Organization's Beehive. It draws out the true energy from the one hundred and eight orifices in the body like a swarm of bees, and then invigorates the whole body, thus activating the body's potential.
After more than nine years of compulsory education, it took me half an hour to memorize all the ideas, then review them again, dip my fingers in water and write them down on the table, making sure they were word for word.
The drumbeat of the fourth watch has just been played outside.
He originally wanted to burn this mental method, but then he thought that this mental method was not a profound and unique book, and it was handed to him by He Ping personally, so he pressed the book under the pillow and closed his eyes.
A peaceful sleep.
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"How is your memorization of the Dharma?"
Early the next morning, He Ping asked Fang Bie casually as she brought breakfast, which was white porridge and fried dough sticks with a small plate of pickles.
Fang Bie respectfully handed the booklet to He Ping with both hands: "Reply to Sister Ping, I have finished memorizing it."
He Ping raised her eyes and glanced at Fang Bie: "Recite me from the fourth paragraph to the seventh paragraph."
This sounds like a teacher. Look for students to memorize the text.
However, Fang, who had experienced many battles, nodded, and then recited the entire text of the fourth to seventh paragraphs of the mental method verbatim.
Exactly.
The young man peeked at He Ping's face and could see the slight joy on this handsome woman's face, but then it turned cold.
"Reach out." He Ping said.
Fang Bie stretched out his hand, and He Ping picked up a chopstick and tapped it quickly on the boy's hand. Fang Bie felt as if his palm had been pricked by a bee, and instantly it swelled up with a long, red and high slender mark.
It hurts.
Fang didn't grin, but he didn't cry out in pain.
"Wisdom is harmful to the body, but it is hidden." He Ping looked at Fang Bing's expression and said softly: "It will take you three days to memorize this mental method, and ten days to learn it." "Ten days to learn it, you will be able to learn it
. Consider it a pass."
"When the time comes, I'll teach you something else."
Fang Bie nodded.
He Ping took out a small jar of coarse porcelain box from her sleeve and placed it on the table.
"This is an ointment for treating bruises. Rub it on."
"The food is getting cold. You should eat first."
With that said, He Ping turned around and opened the door again.
Fang Bie looked at He Ping's back and pursed his lips slightly.
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When Fang Bi was seven years old, his home was destroyed and his parents died due to floods in Jiangxi. Therefore, he followed the 19-year-old Hive Assassin He Ping and began to learn various skills as an assassin.
It's just that he is dull in nature and always looks like the best in everything, so all training requires several times the effort of an elite to be on par with them.
Time flies so fast, ten years flies by in a blink of an eye.
Tianlu thirty-one year, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.
A separate courtyard of an inn in Yanjing City.
In the heavy snowfall, Fang Bi was dressed in single clothes, with a black cloth over his eyes, holding a wooden sword in his hand, and was hacking repeatedly in the snow.
But he did it over and over again, without using any complicated moves. It was always just the most ordinary slash, repeated over and over again, never changing.
"Farewell." He Ping called to the boy in the courtyard: "It's time to eat Laba porridge." "
Sister Ping, I still have three hundred sword swings, eat them after I swing them." Fang Bie's breath was calm, in the snow He continued to chop and said.
He Ping was wearing a white velvet winter coat. Time passed by. Now she was twenty-nine years old. She was no longer the green girl she was before. She looked at the young man in the snow. The young man's wooden sword seemed to be swinging in a messy manner, but every swing made it clear. When the sword is lowered, a snowflake will be cut into two halves at the edge of the sword.
In the eyes of ordinary people, such skillful and inept swordsmanship is nothing more than the hard work of a young martial arts practitioner.
"After the New Year, you go be a bee stinger." He Ping said.
"So fast?" Fang Bie asked.
"I'm sorry, you're old enough." He Ping said, "I was a bee sting when I was sixteen."
And when I was sixteen, I was far less powerful than you are now.
He Ping said in her heart.
Sometimes, even He Ping doesn't know how far Fang Bie has reached now, because he won't tell the truth to himself. Although it has his own teaching effect, if he doesn't really fight with this young man and fight to the death, , maybe He Ping doesn’t even know where his bottom line is.
"How can I compare with Sister Ping?" Fang Bie said with a smile.
"I will apply to the organization after the Chinese New Year to allocate a Bee Wing to you to assist you," He Ping said.
Fang Bie remained silent and continued to swing his sword in the snow.
When the three hundredth sword swing was finished, the three hundredth snowflake was separated.
Only after saying goodbye did he stop and pull down the black cloth from his eyes. "Since it's Sister Ping
's decision."
"Just follow your orders."
... Laba porridge is a porridge only eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month. It is made from glutinous rice, sesame seeds, yiren, Guiyuan, red dates, shiitake mushrooms, lotus seeds, and black beans, and cooked with brown sugar. It is fragrant and delicious, enough to drive away the cold and welcome the New Year. Two bowls of Laba porridge were placed on the table, and Fang Bi and He Ping sat opposite each other. "Sister Ping has a mission tonight?" Fang Bie looked at the woman in front of him and asked. He Ping looked at Fang Farewell and said nothing. "You changed your clothes under your winter clothes." Fang Bie continued. He Ping nodded. "Sister Ping, if you don't mind, I will be your bee wing tonight." Fang Bie looked at He Ping and said, "I will be on my own after the New Year anyway, so it would be nice for Sister Ping to take me to practice." He Ping shook her head: " Today I'm going to the Ministry of Finance tonight." Fang Bie's expression changed: "Isn't it customary for Hive to not interfere with court affairs?" He Ping looked at Fang Bie: "Now I'm meddling." "You can't do it. !" Fang Bie said: "Brother Xie Yuan is dead." "It is precisely because he is dead that I want to do it." He Ping said lightly. She has always had such an indifferent character. Apart from being a little stingy, words like liveliness and vitality have never been associated with her. It was like this when we met her ten years ago, and she is still like this ten years later. "This is my last mission." He Ping continued: "I have already applied. After completing this mission, I will quit." "I will be your bee attractor." He Ping said. Fang Bie nodded silently, picked up the bowl of Laba porridge, held it with both hands, and clinked the bowl with He Ping.
The two of them faced each other and ate the thick bowl of Laba porridge in silence together, the warmth reaching from their mouths all the way to the depths of their stomachs.
Eat all.
"You are not allowed to throw bowls and walk." He Ping said.
Fang Bie put down the empty porridge bowl.
He Ping nodded, then took off her white fluffy winter coat, revealing the pure black night clothes underneath.
"You are not allowed to follow." He Ping continued.
Then he walked out the door, and in the heavy snow, he stood up and disappeared over the eaves.
His body was so fast that it was almost ghostly.
Fang Bie looked at the heavy snowfall in the courtyard and sighed: "It's always like this."
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On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhou Haitian, the left minister of the Ministry of Revenue, was assassinated in the official residence and died on the spot.
The government and the public were in an uproar, and the world was shocked.
The Holy One ordered the Six Ministries and Nine Ministers and the Six Gates of Dongchang Jinyiwei to investigate the case thoroughly, but for three months there was no result.
On the early morning of the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, amid heavy snow, a carriage drove out of Yanjing City and headed south to Luocheng.
On the sixteenth day of the first month of the thirty-second year of Tianlu, a small shop called Xiaohun Inn opened in Luocheng.
The landlady’s surname is He.
The waiter's surname is Fang.
(End of chapter)