Qingming solar term, the beginning of late spring.

The moon is like a mirror, the silver light is sprinkled, and the willows in the courtyard of the Sky Soul Inn are hanging down, and the shadows are like algae.

Xue Ling looked at the full moon outside the window lattice, calculated the time, and sighed: "Qingming has arrived." ”

During the Qingming Dynasty, it rained a lot, and there was no rain tonight, but Xue Ling's heart was extremely chaotic.

She couldn't sleep anyway, so she could only get up, put on her shoes, and walk out of the door—similar to Fang Bei, her room was also a clean ear room, less than a square foot in size, which could only accommodate a bed, a table and chairs, and it was difficult to put down the rest of the luggage, and it was difficult to make a place to dress up.

Fortunately, she doesn't need to dress up much now.

Wearing moon-white bast shoes and walking to the courtyard under the moonlight, I saw that Fang Bie was still dressed in black, with strips of cloth on his eyes, holding a wooden sword in the moonlight, he couldn't stop slashing with his sword, collecting the sword, and then taking out the sword, and so on.

His sword moves are clumsy, and he can't see any subtlety, the only thing that can be praised is that he swings his sword really steadily, and every time the sword falls, the position is exactly the same.

But is this kind of swordsmanship really useful against the enemy? Xue Ling looked at the young man in the moonlight, this was his bee needle, they were about to cooperate to complete the first task, and - this task can be called a novice level task for practicing both rewards and difficulty.

But for this person, Xue Ling felt that he couldn't see through it.

At first, he effortlessly held himself to the wall and forced him to ask questions, as naturally as a teacher asking a student.

But now that they get along, Xue Ling really feels that Fang Bei is really weak.

He usually runs and does chores in the inn, the food is accurate and fast, a huge inn can be cleaned cleanly, and he treats every guest with a lukewarm attitude, he is really a very capable little two, but Xue Ling's own chef is very difficult to get on the table, fortunately, the Xiao Soul Inn is a small store even in Los Angeles, and there are usually no dignitaries and nobles to come to eat, and it is no problem to fool ordinary rural villagers.

He looked weak with his backhand, lackluster forehand, loose footsteps, and slow reflexes - just like that, how did he stop himself with one move in the first place?

Xue Ling couldn't figure it out.

"Haven't you slept yet?" A voice came from behind Xue Ling.

Xue Ling turned around and saw He Ping wearing a loose green dress, her hair in a crooked bun, and a white porcelain wine glass in her hand asked her behind her.

The girl hit a spirit.

"What is this?" She smelled the wine in He Ping's glass.

"Fenjiu." He Ping smiled faintly: "It's raining during the Qingming Festival, isn't it?" ”

Where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy refers to Xinghua Village.

"Pedestrians on the road want to break their souls." Xue Ling replied, "Sister Ping is not a local either? ”

"It's just that the four seas are home, and I really don't know where I'm from." He Ping stretched out his hand to hold Xue Ling's hand, Xue Ling felt the cold and hard fingers of this eldest sister's head, and then followed her around the main room, up the stairs, and in a blink of an eye, she arrived at the roof of the inn.

I saw that there was a square table on the narrow ridge, on which was placed a brown coarse porcelain wine jar, next to which was a delicate white porcelain wine glass, such a combination of rough and delicate made Xue Ling a little in a trance.

In the moonlight, the wine in the glass ripples slightly.

He Ping sat on the side of the square table, facing the moonlight, raised her hand to drink the wine in the cup, her temples were loose, and a snow-white ankle fell out of her long skirt.

Only then did Xue Ling realize that the titular owner of the Xiao Soul Inn, who was actually Miss Bee Trap, was so beautiful that he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

"Sit." He Ping said.

Xue Ling couldn't help but sit.

"Drink." He Ping pushed a glass of wine in front of her.

"I don't drink." Xue Ling said.

Not only will she not drink, but she is also afraid of drinking gaffes.

"How old are you?" He Ping asked.

Xue Ling bit her lip, this should be something she asked knowingly: "Seventeen." ”

She still said honestly, imaginary years old, all seventeen.

"That's not small." He Ping said: "When I became an assassin, I had just passed my sixteenth birthday. ”

Xue Ling glanced at this young lady who was bright and shining in the moonlight, she didn't look big at all now.

"How old are you now?" Xue Ling asked.

"Don't that kid didn't tell you?" He Ping asked rhetorically.

Xue Ling shook his head.

"Then did he not let you call me the boss?" He Ping continued to ask.

Xue Ling nodded.

He Ping laughed, and replied with laughter in the night sky, this woman's laughter is not heroic, it is not gentle, but it has a different taste.

The night sky was startled by a few birds that had just returned south.

The boy in the courtyard was still practicing his sword.

"I'm twenty-nine." He Ping said.

Cheerless.

Xue Ling shook his head: "I can't see it at all." ”

"If you practice martial arts, you will be slow to get old." He Ping smiled: "But sometimes, people are not old, but their hearts are old. ”

"I always feel that my heart is getting softer and softer now."

Saying this, He Ping lowered his eyes and looked at the cup in front of Xue Ling.

The glass is full of wine, it is the best Xinghuacun Fenjiu, this wine is produced in Shanxi, not a specialty of Los Angeles.

"Drink it." He Ping said.

Xue Ling picked up the cup and drank it all, the Fenjiu was soft in the mouth and had a sweet aftertaste, but it was an orthodox distilled liquor, so it was still a spicy line of fire in the stomach.

Xue Ling put down the cup and coughed gently, a red cloud appeared on her pretty face.

He Ping stretched out her hand over the square table and rubbed Xue Ling's hair: "You are a good girl, I like you a lot." ”

"Tomorrow at noon, Ning Huaiyuan will pass by the Sky Soul Inn, it is the best opportunity to do it, you help Fang Bei, everything is subject to his instructions."

"He is my apprentice and a very reliable person."

"Well, sometimes it's more reliable than I thought."

Xue Ling bit her lip and nodded.

"When you are an assassin, you will die at any time, and I am one of the assassins who have lived the longest." He Ping said: "If you live long enough, there will be a day when you retire, but you know too much, and you can't quit the organization no matter how much you retire." ”

"Please give me a good life."

Xue Ling didn't know why He Ping said so much to her tonight, but she could only nod and listen.

After all, the proprietress at this time is really kind.

"Have a glass of wine and you'll get a good night's sleep." He Ping said lightly: "You can go back to sleep." ”

Xue Ling nodded and got up, the wine rippling in her chest, making her a little confused.

But there was no problem walking down the roof, she walked away step by step, and suddenly He Ping opened his mouth and stopped her: "Wait." ”

Xue Ling turned his head and looked at the assassin under the moon.

"Cook later." He Ping said seriously: "Put less salt." ”

Xue Ling's face turned red and muttered, "Why did you tell me now?" ”

He Ping raised his glass and drank it all, and said with a smile: "Isn't this afraid that you will be shy?" ”

……

……

He Ping was still drinking under the moon, Fang Bei practiced swords under the moon, Xue Ling went back to the room to rest, and after a glass of wine, the dream was really dark and sweet.

It wasn't until the moon was rising higher and higher, and Xue Ling gradually fell asleep, that Fang Bei put away his sword, and there was not a trace of sweat on his forehead.

He walked up to the roof, looked at He Ping under the moon, took out a white porcelain wine glass from his arms, filled it for himself, and then drank it all.

He Ping looked up at the black-clothed and black-haired young man: "There is something wrong with this Lin Xue." ”

Fang Bei nodded, his face expressionless: "I know." ”