Governor's Illness

The black side of the Buddha is actually a cliff, towering into the clouds, strange stone, rocky fluttering black, weeds. Looking far from an angle, hidden can see the shape of a big Buddha sitting on a tray. Standing at its feet, as if he can hear Huang Zhong Da Lu's ancient Buddha, let people have an impulse to worship.

Winter snow, the snow filled the whole mountain, including the black side of the Buddha. Its neck and his head are overwhelming on the white clouds, and the thick white snow is like a white, holy and solemn.

Xia Hou climbed up with the cold wind, and he took the baggage, but several cold buns plus a horizontal wave, and there were several flanges and a rope. The eyelash accumulates fine snow, as if the white crow feathers, Xia Hou, there is no sense of walking, so wood, like an .

He went back to a home. The bamboo building that originally became a clear, less than a person, and the more like a ruin.

He sometimes forgets the mother, and it is used to knocking her room in the morning, I want to call her get up. Cooking for two people, put two bowls. He is very accustomed to living in the bamboo building, but it is nowhere.

He will sit down under the roof, the night is quiet, and the mountain is quiet, as if the world is empty, only he is alone. He felt that he was like a wolf who had just hunting. The first time I stepped into a rugged forest, I was torn by the enemy. I thought I can return home to get the courage, but I found that there is no time, he hurts I have to hurt anymore, and I won't get the comfort.

Everyone told him that people always die, especially they homokedly hung on the tip, the head of the head is on the belt of the trousers. The number of assassins must not be died, and the corpse of the knife is not a life.

But they forgot, those assassins do not have children, alone, alone, alone. Even if there is no such person in the world, there will be no one.

And Xia Hou is a child, this is the prove that she has lived. In this world, in addition to Xia Hou, there will be sad when people are quiet at night, and someone will hold her knife in the snow night. So there is only Xia Hou, only him, you can revenge for her.

Xia Hou looked at his hand, thinking silently, yes, only him.

After spending a day, he climbed to the shoulder of the black Buddha. The night has come, he is not intended to climb again, giving fire in the dark Buddha's ear hole, decided to make it at this night here.

The night is black, black to the end, a little blue. Snow covered the whole mountain, looking at the shoulders of the black side of the Buddha, as if there is a fog, it is like a cigarette, filled in the depths of the mountain. Even a few lamps are bright, and the zero falls in all areas of the mountains, like a lonely firefly, like the sky falls on the sky.

He quickly found the direction of his own bamboo building, which is trapped in a heavy darkness, and the death is quiet. He is there to stand Xia Hou's clothing, if her soul can be found, it will find the tomb to put her favorite burning knife.

Xia Hou carested the horizontal wave of his arms and slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, the sound came, and Xia Hou has hit a spirit. Suddenly heard the blow, there is a bit scary in these four empty places. Going out of the mountain cave, looking up, the top is black, and I can't see it. The sound of him is not near, and the sound of the whimper is coming, it is like ancient times in the ghost of the plain.

Is he blowing? Xia Hou, sitting on the edge of the fire, thinking about it. is it him? That person, his brother on his blood.

This sound is like unknown power, along the rocks of the black noodles, flowing very far away. He suddenly had a feeling, in the cold night, there was another one of the same people with him overlooking the dark snow mountain. That is also a lonely child, he has lived in this snow for seventeen years.

He has never been ever ever seen, even if they are flesh brothers, even almost almost almost unbensed twins, but they are still strangers, he doesn't know what to do, like it, like What, hate what. The mother said that it is a fool. Duan Shu said that he is a genius of the knife.

He knows now.

Pole, is his brother, is a person who looks forward to the snowy mountain in the dark night.

He fell asleep, and he as if he saw the youth on the snow top, with his face, the long eyes through the wind, falling on him.

The next day, Xia Hou was wrapped in the big, so that the hood was so strict, and again sent it to the mountain. Today's snow is much smaller, Xia Hou climbs don't have that effort. I have climbed about half an hour, Xia Hou, finally got to the top of the black side.

The place is not big, and you can see the cliff in a few steps. There are several huts in the big empty space, which enclose a stunned small yard. The outer front is a lap like a fence that can be poured, and the wall is put on a few pots, and the flowers are frozen.

Xia Hou shouted: "Is anyone?"

No one responded.

Isn't it in the mountain? It is impossible, I heard the boy in the boy last night.

Xia Houzhen shouted a few times, still no one answered. Xia Houzhen simply turned over the fence and poked the window paper to the end. The exhibition of the main house is very simple, a fire, a four-four square table, clothes long jacket in the bed, washed very clean, the wall put a few pairs of boots and cloth shoes, there is also a secret claw on the wall. Tiger big kite.

Nobody.

Mother said he is a fool who only knows the knife. This fool should not be afraid of strangers, will someone run?

Xia Hou turned around the house a few laps, and left and right, suddenly found that there was a cave on the edge of the cliff, and the dead climbing tiger covered the hole, and no wonder did not find it.

Xia Hou entered the cave, and took a few steps along the traveled road, and suddenly opened in front of him. Since there is a martial arts, there is a stone bed, there is a white man on the bed.

The white man is sitting on Xia Hou, like it is on the wall. He worked very thin, and it seems to have only one thin long, and Xia Hou is simply like two seasons.

"That ... oh, persisted?" Xia Hou opened.

The white man slowly turned into the body, and Xia Hou finally saw his face. So, a face with a superimposed in Xia Hou, in addition to a sharp scar above the eyes of Xia Hou, simply unity.

However, no one will make two people, because that is different.

Pole to stand up, looking to Xia Hou, his scorpion is big and black, clearly like a transparent obsidian, as if reflecting infinite Tianguang Yunying.

"Who." He asked.

"My name is Xia Hou," Xia Houzhen is somewhat biser, "that, I don't know if I have said, you have a ..."

Haven't finished it, Xia Hou's pupil is narrowed, his eye is a cold blade that is rapidly approaching!

WTF!

Xia Hou is busy, dodge, dangerous insurance, avoiding his face, whispered into the stone wall, and tired of his wrist, the next trick is already broken in the moment!

It's so unhappy. There is only this sentence in Xia Hou's brain.

I am tired of a secret of a secret, the long knife seems to be part of his body, Xia Hou, even how he can't see it, can only boring his head with intuition. There is already a lot of shallow wounds, if it's not wearing thick, you have long soon!

"If you don't live, you will be closed, kill."

"I am your brother!" Xia Hou said.

Poor roots, no matter whether it is stopped. Xia Houzhen quickly calmed down, horizontal wave, will take a knife that is eaten in the top of the head, the left hand pulls the hood on his face, and yelling to him: "Look clear, Laozi is your brother!"

Pole is obviously staying, looked at Xia Hou's face.

Xia Hou is angry with anger, he is poor to be broken, and the cotton shot will leak out from the wound, and he took a stream, and his distressed is his mouth. He only took this one, and the cotton spreads, how can it be cold?

"Brother?" I was tired.

It seems that I haven't mentioned that old baldon. Xia Hou sighed.

I am grinding how to explain clearly, I have a tired of a finger's head poked the face of Xia Hou, asked: "The younger brother is the same as me? Are you another?"

Xia Hou glared over.

This mother's ... is really a fool.

Xia Hou fissed that the old bodder was tired to say that he didn't have another poor, he dirty "oh", low, Xia Hou, saw the slight disappointment in his eyes.

Pole is a very special person. He has been seventeen, as he is as high as Xia Hou, but it is still like a big child. He was raised from the small top of the black Buddha, freshly down on the mountain, going down the mountains, basically to kill, one thing in love, even the "younger brother" is unclear.

Xia Houzhen communicates with him, first explaining what is "brother", what is "younger brother", he can understand.

Xia Hou, hitting the black Buddha, and he packed the kitchen out, heated in the hot stove at night, sleeping on the stove, not feeling cold. Little, almost don't talk, every time you are in a daze, no one knows what is thinking in his head. He likes to sit on the tree of the old tree, and sometimes it will blow the summer. Xia Hou, asked him if he wanted to see it, he dirty but shook his head. He said that the world is not as good as the mountain.

Xia Houzhen sometimes feels that it is a lonely wolf who looks at the sky. He is always alone and empty when he overlooks the mountain.

But his knife is really very good, his knife called "", his speed is also like his knife.

And persistead, the victory is as soon as possible, because no one's knife can pass him quickly.

Pole is very good, let him do what he is doing. Xia Hou, asked him to teach himself a knife, he did not hesitate to agree. Two people stand in the air in the cave, four desertes, their knife is relatively.

Xia Hou is a big drink, horizontal, is sparkling. Pole to stand in the same place, watch him silently, waiting for him to nearly body, left hand moving, step forward. Xia Hou, didn't see how he had a knife, and how to collect the knife, only feel that the waist side is cold, he bowed, full of blood.

This is the mother's ...

"Pole, you have sick! You actually take a real hand!" Xia Houzhen crashed over the waist, finding the medicine box to give him a bandage, fortunately, the snow is cold, blood flow is not fast.

"Don't you practice it?" I looked at him in a doubt.

Xia Hou looked up, see him, asked, asked: "You shouldn't you want to kill me?"

Pole to sit on him, "Or?"

"..."

Xia Hou suddenly understood anything, asked hard: "How did you practice with others before?"

"Harm holdings will find someone to fight with me. The first time I found the western region's bend knife. His knife is very beautiful, with gold, it will shine under the moonlight." Hold the look of memories, "but he is not enough Fast, I will kill him a trick. The second time is a double eagle, a couple, I used three to kill the male, the woman's self, the third time is a monk, his knife is very Long, six feet, this time I used six tricks. I have been hitting ten people in the fourth time. They didn't report the name, and it seems to come from different places. The knife method is very different. That hard I used twenty tricks and killed them. "

Xia Hou is a bit sad. He realized that he had to pay only a knife holding a forging, which didn't think about it, so he couldn't know anything, and he could do it.

He didn't understand why she was so worried. Perhaps the people in this world are so, the right to hold the right, all the beings are the antity, sadness by him, love hate by him, death by him, my wife, and there is nothing about the son. When Liu returned to his mother, it was not so thinking. The strongest assassin in the world died under his knife. He was taking meat by his dog. His heart is not very happy, such as sitting on the cloud ?

More ridiculous, one person wants to be bloody and white bone to do the foot stone to go to the top, in order to be in the world.

Xia Hou squatted, a fierce is rushing to the top, "Since they can, I have not tasted it? Why not kill me, let me want, I am horing! It is this knife to drink blood, big Killing, what? "

A pot of cold water is poured on the head and smashed Xia Hou to his head. Xia Hou is angry with anger: "What are you doing!"

"You are a magic." Holding a tall and put down the water basin.

Xia Hou smeared the water on his face, not too.

"Dusty is more, not everything is as good as people." I have never.

Xia Hou is a bit surprised, and this fool can say this. He turned his head and looked at the persistence, and the endless expression as always, the obsidian generally scorpion was quiet as water.

Xia Houzhen suddenly found that he had nothing to do. He maybe knowing, just the sadness of the world, can't get his eyes.

Hold an an anger, then said: "Drafter a mother, can you recognize one more?"

Everything in Xia Hou, was blocked by this sentence. He looked at the appearance of "what I said wrong, what is wrong?" Said: "Forget, what do I follow you?" Take this brain lack of root guy, "I will bring you" disciples "," Jin Ping Mei ", you have a good look, don't look like it every day, I went to the hill after I went to the hill, giving people How can you? "

Pointed his head.