Xiaoyaozi threw Xiong Chen a set of white robes: "Oh, change it quickly, let's go out in a chic way." ”

Xiong Chen frowned and looked at the white robe in his hand, although this white, although it was very pure, he didn't like it very much.

"Is there any other color? like cyan, light blue?"

Xiaoyaozi is so angry, this white is not worthy of this kid? This is his favorite color, and he gave him a set of love today, and he is still picking and choosing.

"No, if you feel wronged by you, then find a way to dye this white cyan yourself, and I will give you an hour, and if you can do it, I will buy you ten sets of cyan clothes at the market later. ”

Xiong Chen didn't say a word, turned around and walked towards the depths of the bamboo forest.

An hour later, Xiong Chen, who was dressed in green clothes, stood in front of Xiaoyaozi, Xiaoyaozi circled around him twice, approached his clothes and sniffed the smell, and couldn't help laughing: "It's really yours, you can come up with such a stupid method, yes, since you are my Xiaoyaozi's apprentice, the master can't be harsh on you in terms of clothing, and I'll go to the ready-to-wear store to buy you ten sets of eight sets later." ”

Xiong Chen smiled, waved the sleeves of his cyan robe, and said thank you.

This action is very ordinary, but it fell in Xiaoyaozi's eyes, and suddenly there were a few more indescribable distances, and Xiaoyaozi was stunned.

Xiaoyaozi just took Xiong Chen to wander around the nearby county for a few days, bought some daily necessities, drank tea for two days in the famous tea house in the city, listened to the song for a long time, went to the Chenghuang Temple outside the city to incense, and tasted some local food.

Xiong Chen was a little puzzled, and one day when he was wandering around the market, he asked Xiaoyaozi in a low voice: "Master, you are very familiar with this place, could it be that this is your hometown?"

Xiaoyaozi smiled, with an unfathomable expression on his face, and said: "Hometown? What is hometown? Outlaws like me can't have hometown, if there is, it will only bring disaster to that place, do you understand? We killers are a group of homeless people without roots." ”

Xiong Chen said: "But you have settled in the bamboo forest in the valley! You are not wandering on the rivers and lakes. ”

Xiaoyaozi's long eyelashes moved, and he smiled indifferently: "In the past year, you have been in the bamboo forest, except for the master, have you ever seen others?"

Xiong Chen shook his head and said, "No." ”

Xiaoyaozi sighed, and his voice was as empty as the wind blowing through the bamboo forest: "That's it, I'm not wandering in this earthly world, but don't I also wander in the mountains?"

That night, Xiaoyaozi chartered a private seat in the most famous drunken Junxuan restaurant in the city, asked for a table of first-class wine and food, and drank and ate food in it with his apprentice, until the restaurant closed, he threw out a gold ingot, and Xiong Chen left the restaurant with staggering steps.

It was the middle of winter, the goose-feather snow was falling, and the empty streets were filled with only the drunken master and apprentice.

Xiaoyaozi pulled out the hairpin, spread his head, and sang: "Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass...... Yumen Pass...... Yumen Pass ...... The long grass is boundless...... Boundless where there is no boundary......"

The desolate song pierces through the vast wind and snow, and swirls in the still night,

Xiong Chen narrowed his eyes, I haven't seen this kind of snow for many years, I still remember the scene when I first met Xiaolan in that remote mountain village that year-----

The thin Xiaolan hugged her shoulders with her hands, curled up in the one-foot-deep dirt pit, she was trembling, and a low cry came into his ears, his heart trembled, and there was a voice in his heart that kept shouting----

"I want to protect this girl, and I will use my life to protect this girl well. ”

The snow that year was much heavier than tonight, and the colors that could be seen were only white, pure white.

With his help, the weak little girl crawled out of the pit, her delicate face was full of trembling marks of the aftermath of the catastrophe, but her eyes were like a clear spring, so pure that his heart palpitated.

At that moment, he wanted to take this girl into his arms, even though he was only nine years old that year.

......

Why, now that I am alive and well, I can have a large piece of meat and a big bowl of wine, and you ...... The woman I said I would protect with my whole life is gone......

It's me...... It's me who can't help myself. Miscalculating the situation has led you into the sea of death...... Xiaolan, when you were beaten with a stick, did you ever resent Brother Xiong Chen?

I...... I'm sorry for you.

Xiong Chen's heart seemed to be cut in half by a sharp blade, and he suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted: "Xiao Lan...... Xiao Lan ......"

The wind and snow in the sky seemed to be frightened by him, and it was suspended in the air and frozen.

The half-drunk Xiaoyaozi glared at Xiong Chen, Xiong Chen's face was flushed with a touch of blue at the moment, the deep blue, shaking the faint fluorescence, as if from a distant hell.

Xiaoyaozi's drunkenness suddenly woke up for three minutes, and he twisted Xiong Chen's cheek vigorously: "Xiong Chen, what's wrong with you?"

Xiong Chen's whole body was shocked, and he turned his head suddenly, the green energy on his face disappeared instantly, and the snowflakes fluttered down, just like Fang Cai.

"Master, I'm drunk...... Master, where are we going to sleep this night?"

Xiaoyaozi smiled and touched his smooth chin: "There is gold on your body, are you afraid that you won't be able to find a place to sleep?"

After returning to the bamboo forest, Xiong Chen practiced his sword even harder, and now he not only pierced the sun, but even used the night time to pierce the moon.

In the summer of this year, it was exactly two years since Xiong Chen worshiped Xiaoyaozi to practice swords for his master, and he only practiced one move in the past two years.

A sword to the sun!

In two years, he forgot to sleep and eat, never stopped, never stopped, even day and night, and in two years he stabbed out 120,000 swords.

He didn't fight anyone.

Xiaoyaozi also did not impart any experience in combat and assassination.

Xiaoyaozi once said to him: "When you repeat an action to a certain amount, you create a mysterious feeling between you and the action, the sword and the target you want to stab." ”

Xiong Chen feels this way now.

He felt like he could take anyone out with a single sword.

He even felt that even his master Xiaoyaozi didn't have time to draw his sword under his sword.

The master's sword may be as fast as his sword, but ----

Xiong Chen lowered his eyes and looked at the long sword in his hand----- my sword, I don't need to pull it out at all."

In the killer, the standard of judgment of a real master is by no means to invite a bunch of martial arts masters to build a ring, and the two players will fight each other after taking the stage...... Then see who can kill whom.

There are no rules, no restrictions, no morals, as long as I can kill you, I am a higher master than you.

So the danger of a killer is not only the danger of completing the assassination mission, but also the fact that other killers on the leaderboard list you are targeted for assassination, because he has to kill you to make him rank higher.

The higher the ranking, the higher the reward for killing.

But the most terrible killer is the killer who is not on the ranking list at all.

Xiong Chen is such a killer now.