Chapter 13: Why should we cut the west window and
candle Luocheng, Xiaohun Inn together.
It was drizzling outside the window, and it was pitch black. The tinkling sound of water rolled down from the eaves, just like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate.
He Ping's room is the largest room in Xiaohun Inn. It is not just a small wing like Fangbie Xue Ling, but the decoration in the room is very simple. He Ping is wearing a moon-white cotton dress, with a headband on her head. A silver hairpin was stuck sideways, and he was holding a pair of small brass scissors in his hand, carefully cutting the lantern flowers.
The oil lamp uses soybean oil. If the wick of the cotton wick burns for a long time, it will turn black and carbonize, making the flame smaller. He Ping cut off these carbonized cotton wicks bit by bit with scissors, and then watched the light of the oil lamp slowly glow. Slowly light up.
She put down the copper scissors in her hand and looked at the rainy night outside the window. The drizzle lingered outside the window like silk, like silvery spider webs in countless dark nights.
Tonight is Fang Bie and Lin Xue's first mission.
Moreover, the enemy is much more difficult to deal with than originally expected.
In fact, if she was really worried, He Ping should go over there and watch, instead of waiting in the inn with an oil lamp that was dimming a little, and after a while, she would have to cut the wick.
But He Ping still sat at the table, looking at the lights and the rain outside the window.
The woman's face flickered under the light. Her face was picturesque, indifferent and elegant.
"Now." He Ping said softly to herself: "Every assassin must have the experience of assassination for the first time." "
There is a first time before there is a second time."
"If he is the first If he died on the road after just one assassination, it only proves that he is not suitable for this profession." "After all, I
will grow old and I will die. When I die, no one will be able to take care of him."
" The only person who can take care of him is myself."
"Of course, that girl Lin Xue has a lot of problems, but I feel like she is a good girl." "I
just hope that she won't do anything stupid and put herself at risk. We are really in a point of no return."
He Ping murmured to herself in this way, her voice was very low, she stood outside the window on the rainy night, leaving a light for the two wanderers outside.
In this way, when they come back, they can see the light at first glance and know that someone is waiting for them.
He Ping liked this feeling very much. When she went to complete the task for the first time, something went wrong. When she came back, she was covered in blood, and she felt like she might fall down on the road.
But when she saw the bright light, she felt that the feeling of being waited for was really good.
Now time flies by, the person who once left a light for her has died, the person who once stayed with her in the dark night has died. Although she is not really old yet, she feels that her heart has softened a lot.
Just like now, it's her turn to light lights for people, and it's her turn to keep vigil for people.
He Ping pursed her lips and reached for the copper scissors.
She will stay here all night.
Until it is dawn in the east.
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In the mountain temple, Ning Huaiyuan only felt that his next attack was bound to win.
The sword pierced out like a rainbow, but the little beggar raised his head, with a face full of ignorance and a little fear, and then took a step back.
The sword failed.
Before Ning Huaiyuan finished his sword movement, he immediately changed his moves and swept across. However, the little beggar slipped and fell to the ground. The Yinghuo Sword immediately swept two inches above the opponent's head.
Ning Huaiyuan was shocked and angry. The soft sword in his left hand rolled out like a silver snake. The blade was twisted and instantly covered the little beggar's body. He fell to the ground. No matter how he avoided it, he was still under the sword's light. Envelopment, in other words, is the end of the body being shattered in an instant.
But Ning Huaiyuan never expected that the little beggar's body seemed to be tied by a rope. Although he had fallen to the ground, he could slide straight back, just avoiding his sword.
He slid out a full six feet, as if the ground beneath him was not a bluestone floor but slippery ice.
Then the whole person stood up strangely, and the whole person felt like a shovel that had fallen on the ground. As long as someone stepped on the end of the shovel, the shovel would stand straight up on its own.
It's just normal for a shovel to stand upright, but for such a big living person to stand upright like a ghost, it looks extremely scary, like a ghost or a god.
The little beggar stood in front of Ning Huaiyuan again, his expression still ignorant: "Who are you scaring?"
He said this without feeling at all how sarcastic his words were.
But Ning Huaiyuan himself will not regard the little beggar in front of him as a weakling who doesn't know any martial arts. The stab, sweep, and flick of the soft sword just now would be very difficult for ordinary masters to deal with. What's more, this little beggar was unarmed, but he retreated, slipped, and finally slipped away in an incomprehensible way. Ning Huaiyuan had never heard of such similar martial arts, but he asked himself, he absolutely couldn't do it. Arrived.
Who is this little beggar?
For a while, such thoughts couldn't help but enveloped Ning Huaiyuan's mind.
"May I ask your surname?" Ning Huaiyuan still held the two swords in his hands. Yue Pingshan had already been hit by the cold silver needle at this time, so he was still not afraid. Only this little beggar who originally thought it was easy to do anything was left, but under the assassin, The other party was able to deal with this with ease, and when he spoke, it was with a ridiculous sarcasm like "Who are you trying to scare?"
But no matter how mocking the other party is, Ning Huaiyuan has been able to reach this point all the way because he is cautious and has many trump cards. However, this little beggar in front of him makes Ning Huaiyuan feel really unpredictable. .
"Name? My name is bastard." The little beggar tilted his head and said in an ignorant and innocent voice.
In trouble? Was Ning Huaiyuan really stunned?
Where could such a strange name come from?
Is it possible to call him a bastard?
But where would anyone call themselves names like this?
However, Ning Huaiyuan is already a little wary of this little beggar. If the first time he used sword energy to hurt someone and the opponent avoided it was luck, but now he stepped forward continuously, and the fierce attacks with seven successes did not even touch the corners of the opponent's clothes. , then something is very wrong.
"This little bastard brother." Ning Huaiyuan said as pleasantly as possible: "This brother and I have a grudge in the world. Once a person enters the world, he can't help himself. Your Excellency and I met by chance. I don't want to increase the number of sins. Besides, like this Killing a little beggar will make people in the world laugh."
He said this way: "If my little brother needs to stay in this mountain temple, I will give it to you."
"How about it?"
He still held the two swords in his hands. , standing there looking at the little beggar who called himself a bastard, waiting for the other party's answer.
(End of chapter)