Chapter 18: Up to the poor blue and down to the
underworld There is tranquility in this stone palace built in the wind and sand.
There was only the whistling sound brought by the wind in the hall.
The graceful black-haired woman raised her head in disbelief: "Senior brother is dead?"
"How could he be dead? Isn't it often said that bad people live for a thousand years?"
When he raised his head, he saw this woman with a high nose and deep eyes, and a deep and delicate face. , looks like a woman from the Western Regions, has a graceful figure, and looks like she is only twenty-one or twelve years old.
"Sometimes bad guys don't live a thousand years," the miserable old man hissed.
"Although that traitor was not a big deal, I couldn't bear to die in the Central Plains without any reason." "
I plan to go to the Central Plains."
"You take care of your home here, Ningxia."
As soon as he said this, Ning Xia stepped forward and knelt down on the ground with a plop: "You must not do it. Master, you still have old wounds. Those Han people in the Central Plains are also cunning and cunning by nature. If something goes wrong, my disciple will die without redemption." The sad old man raised his head and pondered
. Looking at Ning Xia kneeling on the ground, the woman's body covered with soft gauze spread out a graceful arc on the sandstone palace floor: "Is it possible, Ning Xia, that you want to take the place of my teacher?" Ning Xia bowed her head and knelt down
. On the ground: "If Master allows it."
The miserable old man laughed loudly, shaking the palace to the point where sand and dust fell.
"Let me teach you another skill."
Ning Xia raised her head in surprise and called "Master".
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And in the Central Plains, spring is blooming in Luo City.
After the Qingming Festival, the atmosphere of late spring gradually became stronger, but Xiaohun Inn was still open every day, opening early and closing at night, everything was natural.
The people of Luo City have gradually become familiar with this inn with an odd name. They also know that this inn has a beautiful proprietress who almost never shows up all day long, a very tender cook, and a waiter who is very agile and can do everything on his own. The entire inn was kept in order. Although the meals were simple, they were not unpalatable.
Although the room is simple, it is really clean.
As a result, the business of Xiaohun Inn gradually improved.
As for the last mission to assassinate Ning Huaiyuan, the past is the past. The secret book left by Ning Huaiyuan is not the legendary Zixia magic skill. After all, the news released by the Huashan sect is just a suspicion in order to increase the number of people. The intensity of the pursuit of Ning Huaiyuan.
That secret book is actually just a Huashan sword manual. It is a very high-level sword manual. It is a sword manual for the violent wind and fast sword. It is very powerful, but it is quite cumbersome to practice. Although it does not require advanced internal skills, it does require very solid training. Only the basics of swordsmanship can be practiced.
Xue Ling looked at it twice and lost interest, but Fang Don took it and looked at it for a few days before throwing it back again.
But so far, what Xue Ling has seen of Fang Bie's practice is still the boring and boring constant swinging of the sword every night, and he has never seen any unnecessary movements.
But again, after the battle with Ning Huaiyuan, Xue Ling did not dare to underestimate Fang Farewell no matter what.
After all, he really used the strength equivalent to that of a ninth-level warrior to forcefully manipulate Ning Huaiyuan, a third-level master with strong martial arts, into the palm of his hand, and in the end he killed someone invisible.
In addition, the soft sword called Rolex given by Fang Bie has been worn by Xue Ling recently, but it is really difficult to practice, because the soft sword relies entirely on the flick of the wrist when shooting, and even if it can be used on the soft sword, The sword is filled with internal energy, making it very difficult to make smooth sword moves.
For this reason, when Xue Ling complained to Fang Bie, Fang Bie told Xue Ling that the most important thing in practicing this kind of strange weapon is to be willing to work hard and work hard.
For example, when I still had my fingers, I liked this kind of soft sword.
As soon as these words came out, Xue Ling almost turned around and left in anger.
But you can't leave. Xue Ling has now adapted to this kind of life as a cook. In fact, the world is more real than Xue Ling imagined.
She is now an assassin of the Hive, and she has just participated in the killing of Ning Huaiyuan, a master whose strength far exceeded expectations. It can be said that she is the best in the world.
But every day, there are not so many fights and killings, swords and swords. Xue Ling has to deal with firewood, rice, oil and salt every day, and Emei swordsmanship is used to peel radish.
But I have to say that when the diners praised Xue Ling for how thin and white the skin of the radish was, did Xue Ling feel a little happy?
In the blink of an eye, a few months passed. Xue Ling sometimes thought - wouldn't it be great if she could always be such an assassin?
Of course only sometimes.
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Changqing Bathhouse is the largest bathhouse in Luo City.
Because it is not convenient to take a hot bath in Xiaohun Inn - after all, as a little cook, Lin Xue cannot use the agarwood bucket to take a bath. Even if she could, her penthouse would not fit in the bathhouse.
So you can only wash in the courtyard of Xiaohun Inn?
In this way, instead of practicing swordplay here, Xue Ling takes a bath over there.
All I can say is that this picture is so beautiful that I dare not look at it.
Therefore, every half month, Xue Ling would come to Changqing Bathhouse to take a bath.
Use your own monthly money of four denarii.
Changqing Bathhouse can be regarded as a hot spring bathhouse, with separate baths for men and women, as well as separate bathrooms.
Relatively speaking, private rooms are definitely more expensive than lobby rooms.
Xue Ling wanted a private room.
Putting the clothes into the wooden bucket and immersing her body in the warm spring water, Xue Ling looked up at the ceiling with colorful murals above her head, feeling the comfort and comfort coming from her limbs.
At that moment, Xue Ling felt that she had regained the feeling of the noble girl named Xue Ling.
But——I may never go back.
It always takes a long, long time for girls to take a bath.
But Xue Ling doesn't need that long.
She only soaked in the hot spring for half an hour, then she got up, put on a loose white linen bathrobe, barefooted, and gently pushed on the wall of the hot spring bathroom, and a dark passage appeared there.
The girl has locked the door of the bathroom stall. No matter how bold someone is, they would never break into a bathroom that is being used by a female guest.
This secret passage is dark and long.
But Xue Ling's footsteps were silent, like the calmest and most agile cat.
At the end of the secret passage, there is another door.
Xue Ling stood in front of the door. Her hair was wet and she was only wearing a loose white linen bathrobe. She raised her index and middle fingers together and knocked on the door.
Three long and three short.
Three short and three long.
The door creaked open, and only a dim candle was lit inside.
This is thirty feet underground, the so-called poverty-stricken blue water falls to the underworld.
This is Huangquan.
Xue Ling walked into the room and saluted the skinny old man who had his back to her.
"Xue Ling, a member of the Jinyiwei family, pays homage to Mr. Zou."
(End of this chapter)