The moonlight was quiet, He Ping and Fang Bei looked at each other in the moonlight,

Fang Bei, who was standing, and He Ping, who was sitting on the ridge, drooped their shadows in the moonlight.

"So I'm curious." He Ping looked at Fang Bei: "Why didn't you kill her in the first place?" ”

"Obviously, you are such a person who is afraid of death and cautious."

Fang Bei hooked his lips and smiled: "Because I'm not sure, the next one will be better than Lin Xue." ”

He Ping shook his head: "Another excuse." ”

Fang Bei looked at He Ping: "Isn't this okay?" ”

He Ping shook his head seriously: "No, although Lin Xue is very good." ”

"But." He Ping's brown eyes flickered slightly in the moonlight: "She may let you die." ”

Fang Bei nodded: "I really don't like uncertainty around me. ”

"But whether I kill her or let her go back, she'll die." Fang Bei stretched out his hand and tapped his temples: "Since she can become my bee wings, then, take her for a ride first?" ”

"I didn't know you were such a soft-hearted person." He Ping said with a chuckle.

"It's as if after getting to know you, I never imagined how you felt when you took my seven-year-old me away in that flood." Fang Bei said, "But now I know. ”

He Ping raised her head and looked at Fang Bei: "Then what do you say?" ”

"It's just that I know it's troublesome, but my heart is already very hard." Fang Bei said.

"But for a moment, I was hit in the softest spot in the center."

"That's why I decided."

"And."

Fang Bei looked at He Ping: "You Fangcai, didn't you kill her either?" ”

He Ping smiled.

Smile like a flower.

"Because I like her a lot."

The retired assassin said with a smile.

"Tomorrow is your first mission, it seems simple, but it's actually unusual, you should be careful."

Fang Bei nodded: "Well, I know. ”

Under the moonlight, the master and apprentice clinked glasses and drank full.

……

……

At noon the next day, it was rainy.

Pedestrians walk in the drizzle on the bluestone streets of Los Angeles with oil-paper umbrellas, and the water surface ripples in circles.

Although the sky was sunny yesterday, today's rain has nothing to do with yesterday's sunny day.

At the Xiao Soul Inn, a man with a hat and a hat walked into the inn and sat down by the window: "Where's the man?" ”

Fang Bei stepped forward, and asked in the same tone as before: "This guest officer, is it a sharp point or a hotel?" ”

If it's usual, don't ask this, after all, it's noon, but if it's raining, it's normal to choose to stay in the hotel and rest.

After all, the city is fine, if you go out of the city, the official road will be a little muddy and difficult to walk.

The man looked up at Fang Bei, looking at this handsome young man covered in black cloth as a junior, this person was obviously blind, but he acted as usual in the lobby full of tables, chairs and benches, which made him a little concerned, but looking at the other diners in the lobby, they all looked accustomed to it, and felt that he was making a little fuss, and couldn't help but smile self-deprecatingly.

Ning Huaiyuan took off the hat and put it in the corner of the table, he was born with big eyes, he looked quite heroic, and his figure was also tall, through the dripping hat, he could see a long sword inlaid with rubies on his waist.

Fang Bei had already seen his portrait, and his face still did not change at this time.

"What do you have here? Just come up. Ning Huaiyuan said, his tone was calm and not angry.

Fang Bei turned around: "This guest officer, I want a bowl of noodles." ”

Ning Huaiyuan was instantly dumbfounded: "What noodles?" ”

Fang Bei replied seriously: "Confused noodles." ”

"Aren't I going to specialize?" Ning Huaiyuan was stunned.

"Muddy noodles are our specialty." Fang Bei seriously introduced: "Don't look at the name indecently, in fact, it is a white noodle noodles boiled with miscellaneous grains, which taste fragrant and delicious, soft and glutinous stomach, and keep the cold and healthy. ”

"Don't mess up the noodles!" No matter how good-tempered Ning Huaiyuan is, he can't stand such a serious introduction from Fang Bei: "If there is cooked beef, cut two plates first, serve two bowls of rice wine, and by the way, bring me ten more fires, and I will eat it as dry food on the road." ”

The Great Zhou Dynasty forbade the slaughter of cultivated cattle, but beef was still sold in various inns, but it was generally some boiled old yellow beef, the meat quality was relatively coarse, and the price was also high.

"Okay, the beef is good, cut two plates for this guest officer." Fang Bei sang loudly, and at the same time he also went to the wine cabinet to give Ning Huaiyuan two bowls of rice wine, rice wine is an undistilled fermented wine, only simple filtration, so the color of the wine is yellow, its alcohol content is not high, it is also the usual village brewing wine, the price is not high, but the stamina is quite large.

"Your wine, dare to ask the guest officer where are you going?" Fang Bei said with a smile, seemingly casually, quietly.

"Don't ask so much, watch your tongue." Ning Huaiyuan said, picked up the wine bowl by himself, looked at the wine syrup inside, first got close and sniffed the wine, and then pushed it to Fang Bei: "Reward you, you take a sip first." ”

Fang Bei looked at the bowl of slightly yellow wine syrup rippling in the bowl, and said with a smile: "This wine was ordered by you, how can I be embarrassed to drink it?" ”

Ning Huaiyuan looked at Fang Bei quietly, and put the saber on the table with a clatter: "I'll let you drink." ”

The Great Zhou Dynasty did not prohibit the people from carrying swords, and because of the prosperity of martial arts, almost every household had a little kung fu to be around, after all, retreat can prolong life, and self-defense can be done as much as possible, so wherever there are conditions, they will learn the three or five tricks.

However, the long sword that Ning Huaiyuan pressed on the table was simple and elegant, and the ruby on the sword grid was shining, obviously not ordinary.

"Don't the guests be so angry?" Fang Bei smiled: "You want to drink the small one, if you don't dislike the small dirty, then the small one can take a sip of the guest officer." ”

Saying this, Fang Bei took out a small celadon bowl from his arms, put it on the table, poured out a small half bowl from each of the two bowls of rice wine, and then drank it all in his hands.

Ning Huaiyuan sat on the chair and watched Fang Bei drink a full bowl, and his body didn't shake: "You kid has a good amount of wine, you go and see if the beef is good." ”

Saying this, he picked up a bowl and drank half a sip, obviously after a long day of travel on a rainy day, he was already quite thirsty.

On Fang Bei's side, with Ning Huaiyuan's permission, he walked through the lobby and walked all the way to the kitchen, where Xue Ling was cutting beef, and when he saw Fang Bei coming in, he looked up and asked, "How is it?" ”

Fang Bei had already restrained the flattering expression on his face at this time, looked at Xue Ling's hand cutting beef, and said quietly: "Cut it for me, don't ask anything else, I'll make a dipping sauce for the guest." ”

While speaking, Fang Bei dipped his hand in water, and quickly wrote two words on the board where Xue Ling cut meat, Xue Ling glanced at it lightly and saw that those two words were written:

"Fake."

Xue Ling couldn't help but look up in surprise and saw that Fang Bei was already pounding garlic with garlic, pounding garlic juice there.

The expression is like that of an old monk.