The Hive Heart Method, a total of 2,471 words.

It is the basic internal strength of the Assassin Organ's Hive, which draws out the true qi in the one hundred and eight orifices of the body like a swarm of bees, and then agitates the whole body, thereby activating the body's potential.

After more than nine years of compulsory education, it took half an hour to memorize all the mental methods, and then review them again, dip my fingers in water and write them silently on the table, after confirming that they are word for word.

The drum beat of the fourth watch had just been played outside.

He originally wanted to burn this mental method, but after thinking about it, this mental method was not a profound and unique book, and it was handed over to him by He Ping himself, so he pressed the book under the pillow and closed his eyes.

A restful night's sleep.

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"How's the heart going?"

Early the next morning, He Ping brought Fang Bei breakfast, which was white porridge and fritters with a small plate of pickles, and asked casually by the way.

Fang Bei respectfully presented the booklet to He Ping with both hands: "Sister Huiping, I have finished memorizing it." ”

He Ping raised his eyes and glanced at Fang Bei: "Recite it to me from the fourth paragraph to the seventh paragraph." ”

It's like a teacher asking a student to memorize a text.

However, Fang Bei, who had experienced a hundred battles, nodded, and then recited the fourth to seventh paragraphs of the mental method in full word for word.

Without the slightest error.

The young man peeked at He Ping's face, and could see a slight joy on the handsome woman's face, but then it converged and turned cold.

"Reach out." He Ping said.

Fang Bei stretched out his hand, He Ping picked up a chopstick and quickly clicked it in the young man's hand, Fang Bei only felt that his palm was pricked by a bee, and it instantly swollen up with a slender red and high bump.

It hurts.

Don't grin, but don't cry out in pain.

"Hui hurts the body, and the edge is not exposed." He Ping looked at Fang Bei's expression and said softly: "You have to memorize this mental method for three days, and it will take you ten days to get started." ”

"Ten days to get started, it's considered to be passed."

"When the time comes, I'll teach you something else."

Don't nod.

He Ping took out a small jar of coarse porcelain box from his sleeve and put it on the table.

"It's an ointment for bruises, rub it off."

"The rice is going to be cold, you can eat first."

Saying this, He Ping turned around and pulled the door out again.

Fang Bei looked at He Ping's back and pursed his lips slightly.

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When Fang Bei was seven years old, his home was destroyed and his parents died due to floods in Jiangxi, so he followed the nineteen-year-old hive assassin He Ping and began to learn the skills of being an assassin.

It's just that the talent is reckless, and everything is the posture of a middle-aged person, so all kinds of training have to pay several times the efforts of the elite to be able to be on par with it.

It's time flies, and ten years are in the blink of an eye.

The thirty-first year of Tianlu is the eighth day of the lunar month.

An inn annex in Yanjing City.

The snow was falling, and in the heavy snow, Fang Bei was dressed in a single coat, his eyes were covered with black cloth, and he was holding a wooden sword in his hand, and he was repeatedly chopping in the snow.

But he went back and forth, and didn't use any complicated moves, it was always just the most ordinary slash, and the cycle went on and on, never changing.

"Don't." He Ping called out to the young man in the courtyard: "Eat laba porridge." ”

"Sister Ping, I still have three hundred sword swings, and I will eat them when I finish swinging." Fang Bei's breath was not chaotic, and he continued to chop in the snow and said.

He Ping was wearing a white velvet winter coat, time flies, now she is twenty-nine years old, she is no longer the original green girl, she looked at the young man in the snow, the young man's wooden sword seems to be wielded in a disorderly manner, but every swing, there will be a snowflake at the edge of the sword that is cut in half.

Such a skillful swordsmanship, in the eyes of ordinary people, is just a shallow martial arts teenager's hard practice.

"After the New Year, you go to be a bee needle." He Ping said.

"So fast?" Fang Bei asked rhetorically.

"It's not coming, you're old." He Ping said: "I was a bee needle at the age of sixteen. ”

And when I was sixteen, I was nowhere near as strong as you are now.

He Ping said in her heart.

Sometimes, even He Ping doesn't know how far Fang Bei has reached now, because he won't tell the truth to himself, although this has his own teaching, but if he doesn't really do it with this young man and fight to the death, maybe He Ping doesn't know where his bottom line is.

"Where can I compare with Sister Ping." Don't laugh.

"I'll apply to the organization after the New Year and assign you a bee wing to assist you." He Ping said.

Fang Bei remained silent and continued to swing his sword in the snow.

By the time the 300th sword swing was gone, the 300th snowflake was separated.

Fang Bei stopped and pulled down the black cloth from his eyes.

"Since it's Sister Ping's decision."

"Yes."

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Laba porridge is the porridge that is only drunk on the eighth day of the lunar month.

With glutinous rice, sesame, coriander, guiyuan, red dates, shiitake mushrooms, lotus seeds, black beans as raw materials, boiled with brown sugar, fragrant and delicious, enough to drive away the cold, welcome the New Year.

Two bowls of laba porridge were placed on the table, and Fang Bei sat opposite He Ping.

"Sister Ping has a mission tonight?" Fang Bei looked at the woman in front of him and asked.

He Ping looked at Fang Bei and did not speak.

"You've changed your winter clothes." Fang Bei continued.

He Ping nodded.

"If Sister Ping doesn't mind, I'll make a cameo appearance on your bee wings tonight." Fang Bei looked at He Ping and said, "Anyway, I have to be alone after the year, and Sister Ping will take me to practice my hands." ”

He Ping shook his head: "What I'm going to tonight is the household department." ”

Fang Bei's expression changed: "Isn't it customary for the hive not to be involved in the affairs of the imperial court?" ”

He Ping looked at Fang Bei: "Now it's mixed." ”

"You can't do it!" Fang Bei said: "Brother Xie Yuan is dead. ”

"It's because he's dead that I'm going to do it." He Ping said lightly.

She is always such an indifferent character, except for being a little stingy, lively, words like vitality have never been related to her, Fang Bei was like this when he met her ten years ago, and she is still like this ten years later.

"This is my last mission." He Ping continued: "I have already applied, and after completing this task, I will retire. ”

"I'll be your bee pilot."

He Ping said.

Fang Bei nodded silently, picked up the bowl of Laba porridge, held it with both hands, and touched the bowl with He Ping.

The two of them faced each other, silently eating this bowl of thick laba porridge together, and the warmth went from their mouths all the way to the depths of their stomachs.

Eat it all.

"Don't drop bowls." He Ping said.

Fang Beiyan put down the empty porridge bowl.

He Ping nodded, and then took off the white velvet winter clothes outside, revealing the pure black night clothes inside.

"Don't come along." He Ping continued.

Then he walked out the door, and in the vast snow, only one got up and disappeared above the eaves.

The body is fast, almost ghostly.

Fang Bei looked at the heavy snow in the courtyard and sighed: "It's always like this." ”

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On the eighth day of the lunar month, Zhou Haitian, the left attendant of the household department, was assassinated in the official residence and died on the spot.

The government and the opposition were in an uproar, and the rivers and lakes were shocked.

The saint ordered the six departments and nine Qing and the six doors of the Dongchang Jinyi Wei to thoroughly investigate the case, but to no avail in March.

In the early morning of the ninth day of the lunar month, in the heavy snow, a horse-drawn carriage drove out of Yanjing City and traveled all the way south to Los Angeles.

On the sixteenth day of the first month of the thirty-second year of Tianlu, a small shop called Xiao Soul Inn was opened in Los Angeles.

The proprietress is surnamed He.

The second surname of the running hall is Fang.