Chapter 7 Pedestrians on the road want to die.
The moonlight is quiet. He Ping and Fang Bie look at each other in the moonlight.
Fang Bie, who is standing, and He Ping, who is sitting on the roof, cast their shadows in the moonlight.
"So I'm very curious." He Ping looked at Fang Bie: "Why didn't you kill her before?" "
Obviously, you are such a cautious person who is afraid of death."
Fang Bie raised his lips and smiled: " Because I'm not sure, the next one will be better than Lin Xue."
He Ping shook her head: "Another excuse."
Fang Bi looked at He Ping: "Isn't this okay?"
He Ping shook her head seriously: "No, although Lin Xue is Excellent."
"But." He Ping's brown eyes flickered slightly in the moonlight: "She might let you die."
Fang Bi nodded: "I really don't like uncertainties around me."
"But no matter what Whether I kill her or let her go back, she will die." Fang Bie stretched out his hand and tapped his temple: "Since she can be my bee wing, then take her for a ride first?" "I didn't know you were like
this A soft-hearted person." He Ping said with a chuckle.
"It's like after getting to know you, I never imagined how you felt when you took seven-year-old me away in that flood." Fang Bie said, "But now I know." He Ping raised her head
, Looking at Fang Bie: "Then tell me?"
"That's right, I know it's very troublesome, and my heart is already hardened." Fang Bie said.
"But for just a moment, someone hit the softest part of my heart."
"That's why I decided like this."
"And."
Fang Bie looked at He Ping: "Didn't you just kill her? "
He Ping smiled.
Smiling like a flower.
"Because I like her very much."
The retired assassin said with a smile.
"Tomorrow is your first mission. It seems simple, but it's actually unusual. Just be careful."
Fang Bie nodded: "Yes, I know."
Under the moonlight, the master and apprentice clinked glasses and drank.
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At noon the next day, it was raining and falling.
On the bluestone streets of Luo City, pedestrians held oil-paper umbrellas and walked in the drizzle, and ripples appeared on the water.
Although the sky was sunny yesterday, today's rainy weather has nothing to do with yesterday's sunny sky.
Xiaohun Inn, a man wearing a bamboo hat and a raincoat walked into the inn and sat down by the window: "Where's the guy?" Fang
Bie stepped forward and asked in the same tone as usual: "This guest Officer, should I go to the hotel or stay in a hotel?"
If it were normal times, there would be no need to ask this question, after all, it is only noon, but if it rains, it is normal to choose to stay in a hotel to rest.
After all, it's fine in the city, but if you leave the city, the official road will be a bit muddy and difficult to navigate.
The man raised his head and glanced away, looking at this handsome young boy who was covered in black cloth as a waiter. This man was obviously blind, but he moved as usual in the lobby full of tables, chairs and benches, which made him quite concerned, but when he looked at it again The other diners in the lobby looked like they were used to it, but they felt like they were making a bit of a fuss, so they couldn't help but smile to themselves.
Ning Huaiyuan took off his bamboo hat and placed it on the corner of the table. He had big eyes and looked quite heroic. He was also tall. Through the dripping bamboo hat, he could see a long sword inlaid with rubies at his waist.
Fang Bie had already seen his portrait, but his expression remained unchanged at this moment.
"What special dishes do you have here? Just bring it up." Ning Huaiyuan said, his tone was calm and not aggressive.
Fang Bie turned around and
said, "This guest, I would like a bowl of noodles." Ning Huaiyuan was dumbfounded for a moment: "What noodles?"
Fang Bie replied seriously: "Noodles."
"Don't I want a specialty dish?" Ning Huaiyuan asked. Huaiyuan was stunned.
"Mudong noodles are our specialty here." Fang Bie introduced seriously: "Don't look at the inelegant name, but they are actually white noodles cooked with grains. They taste fragrant and delicious, are soft and glutinous, nourish the stomach, and ward off cold. Fitness, our store is a small business, and the noodles are sold the fastest. We cooked a whole pot later, and if you want, I will serve you a bowl." "No noodles!
" Ning Huaiyuan, no matter how good-tempered he is, always Don't give such a serious introduction: "If you have any cooked beef, cut it into two plates first, and pair it with two bowls of rice wine. Then give me ten fires, and I'll eat them as dry food for the journey." The Zhou Dynasty prohibited the slaughter of farm cattle
. However, beef is still sold in various inns, but it is usually cooked old yellow beef. The meat is rougher and the price is higher.
"Okay, the beef is good, cut it into two plates for this guest." Fang Bie sang loudly, and at the same time, he went to the wine cabinet to buy two bowls of rice wine for Ning Huaiyuan. Rice wine is undistilled fermented wine, only It is simply filtered, so the color of the wine is yellow, and its alcohol content is not high. It is also a type of wine commonly brewed by village brewers. The price is not high, but it has great staying power.
"Your wine, may I ask where you are going, sir?" Fang Bie said with a smile, seemingly casually and calmly.
"Don't ask so much, be careful with your tongue." Ning Huaiyuan said, he picked up the wine bowl, looked at the wine inside, first came closer to smell the wine, and then pushed it to Fang Bi: "I'm going to reward you first. Take a sip."
Fang Bie looked at the bowl of slightly yellow wine slurry rippling in the bowl, and said with a smile: "This wine was ordered by you, the guest, how can I have the nerve to drink it?" Ning Huaiyuan
looked at Fang Bie calmly, stretched out his waist Jian's sword was placed on the table with a clang: "I'll let you drink." The
Zhou Dynasty did not prohibit people from carrying weapons, and because of the prosperous practice of martial arts, almost every household had some kung fu. After all, retreating can prolong life. You can defend yourself as much as possible, so whenever possible, you will learn those three or five moves.
However, the long sword that Ning Huaiyuan placed on the table had a simple and elegant shape, and the rubies on the sword's grid were shining brightly. It was obviously not an ordinary thing.
"Guest, don't be so angry." Fang Bie smiled and said, "You want a little drink. If you don't mind my dirty taste, then just take a sip and see, guest." With that said, Fang Bie took it out of his arms
. A small celadon bowl came out and was placed on the table. From each of the two bowls of rice wine, half of the bowl was poured into one bowl, and then he drank it all with both hands.
Ning Huaiyuan sat on the chair and watched Fang Bie drink a full bowl without swaying: "You have a pretty good capacity for drinking. Go and see if the beef is ready." After saying this, he picked up a bowl himself
. , took a small sip, obviously after driving for a long time on a rainy day, he was already quite thirsty.
As for Fang Bie, with Ning Huaiyuan's permission, he walked through the lobby and walked all the way to the kitchen. In the kitchen, Xue Ling was cutting beef. When he saw Fang Bie coming in, he looked up and asked, "How's it going?" Fang
Bie At this time, he had suppressed the flattering expression on his face. He looked at Xue Ling's hand cutting the beef and said calmly: "Cut it and give it to me. Don't ask any questions. I'll make a dipping sauce for the guests."
While speaking, Fang Bie dipped his hand in water and quickly wrote two words on the chopping board where Xue Ling was cutting meat. Xue Ling took a quick glance and saw that the two words were written:
"Fake."
Xue Ling couldn't help but look up in surprise, and saw that Fang Bie was already pounding garlic, pounding the garlic juice there.
His expression is like that of an old monk in meditation.
(End of chapter)