A few days later, I took off my bandage and sat in front of the clinic in the sun.

Before I knew it, summer was coming, the sun was the hottest at noon, and I was already sweating in a long shirt. Life is really impermanent, I can still welcome summer today, and the disciples who competed with me a few days ago have been buried in the soil of spring, they are no longer there year after year, day after day, their lives are forever stuck in the day of spring's last departure.

I can't live to meet the coming of summer, I really don't know if it was because of the countless merits I saved in my previous life, or because of the calamity that has been left behind for thousands of years.

The early summer wind yields to the scorching sun and spews out a fiery heat.

I flipped through the note in my hand, and the paper was crumpled with sweat, and even the black handwriting was slightly blurred.

"Assassination of the head of the King Kong faction"

Since Master beat me that day, he left us a note about the content of the competition, and I would take it out every day and read it over and over again during my recuperation, until today I see these words are a little different from words, but I still stare at it repeatedly to try to peek out of it.

The little persimmon came happily with two bowls of rice as usual, handed me a bowl and squatted aside to pick up the rice.

Due to the recent research project in the medical hall, all doctors with some qualifications have been summoned and locked in secret rooms to conduct research day and night, and some half-baked medical disciples remain on duty in the medical hall, mainly dealing with some minor illnesses and pains such as typhoid fever, menstrual cramps, constipation, and diarrhea that do not require too much technical content. It is conceivable that these half-hung doctors have grievances, where are they willing to take care of us old, weak, sick and disabled people to eat, drink and Lazar with a pleasant face, and if they don't kick us to death, it can be regarded as the benevolence of doctors. Therefore, they should help each other by their own strength.

The little persimmon chewed the rice and said, "You're looking at that thing again."

I said, "Of course you have to look at this damn thing."

The little persimmon said: Careful enough, just those few words, we have been pondering for a few days.

I said: There are only nine words on the surface, but there are many things in the background.

The little persimmon said: Eat first, and I'll watch it with you later.

I put away the note and stuffed it into my sleeve, picked up the bowl and ate it without taking a bite. The little persimmon is beaten less than me, and it tastes good to eat, I look at the white fat rice covered with a layer of colorful chili fried meat and have no appetite, some time ago the master is interested in chili peppers again, and he is bent on cultivating a kind of colorful chili peppers, so that the valley will not leave these colorful chili peppers three times a day, even if the chef pairs them with fried meat, sweet and sour, fragrant and dry...... But chili peppers are always chili peppers, and no matter how you cook them, you can't turn them into potatoes and pumpkins. Besides, Master is very extreme, if he studies something, he must study the way out, otherwise he will not rest until death.

I put a piece of yellow chili pepper in the bowl and stuffed it into my mouth, and my tongue was stimulated by the slight spiciness, and suddenly secreted a bunch of saliva, and my appetite was immediately stimulated. After that, I quickly took a few blue peppers and chewed them, never expecting that this little blue thing was so spicy that I would burst into flames when I took a bite.

I said, "What's the matter, it's so spicy."

I stuck out my tongue and shook my head, and it looked like the dog in my house named Wancai.

The little persimmon said: It's quite spicy, don't eat it alone, you mix all the colors together and eat it. Try the orange one, it's pretty sweet.

I tasted the orange shredded pepper half-convinced, and it was really sweet. But because I was smoked by the spicy seven orifices, this sweetness couldn't burn the prairie fire.

I said, "I remember that the chili fried meat yesterday and the other day was not spicy, and it was not so spicy in any color."

Little Persimmon said: The chef said, today I started to try a batch of new research results, the previous batch of colorful peppers is only different in appearance, and now even the taste is different. The valley owner said, can chili peppers be called chili peppers if they are not spicy?

I said, "What are you kidding, is it a color and a taste?"

The little persimmon said: I didn't count whether there are seven flavors, anyway, there are sweet, spicy, sour and salty, and the white one, the chef said that the white is tasteless.

I looked at the chili fried meat in the bowl and sighed deeply: I think that when the master studied the ruthless chili peppers, most of the disciples in the valley had hemorrhoids, and now he came to toss the colorful green peppers, I really don't know what will go wrong with eating.

Little persimmon comforted: What are you afraid of, isn't there a doctor in the valley who is always ready.

I said, "Doctors can't cure all diseases, and hemorrhoids can't be cured......

I thought that if I had the opportunity to help him taste the master's craftsmanship in the future, I thought about it and laughed as I picked up the rice.

After eating the colorful peppers, I squatted side by side with the little persimmon against the wall, leaning against the shadow of the eaves to shade the sun.

The little persimmon smacked his lips, still savoring the aftertaste of the test product.

I said, "Come on, come on, take out the note and continue researching."

After speaking, Xiao Persimmon and I took out the crumpled note in a uniform and neat manner, and spread it neatly in the palm of our hands, holding a toothpick in our mouths and staring at it.

The little persimmon said: Senior brother, why do you want to kill the head of the King Kong faction?

I said, "Probably because of the hatred."

The little persimmon said: What kind of hatred can the character of the valley master have, unless the head of the valley spoils the vegetable garden in the valley.

I'll hold my forehead. I thought to myself, this kid always tells the truth.

I said, "Be quiet, don't let Master hear another beating."

The little persimmon said: I think the valley master will only beat you, not others.

I said, "If Master beats me, I'll beat you!"

The little persimmon said: Senior brother is off topic! We didn't say the old man of the King Kong faction.

I gave him one look and asked him how he knew that the head of the house was an old man.

The little persimmon said: Senior brother, do you think that you have to be socially experienced to sit in the position of the head of a faction, and how can you suppress the manic young people under your command if you are not old. Take our valley lord as an example, is it a handful of years?

I nodded.

The little persimmon said again: But the valley master is a special case, he is already beyond the norm at this age, and he will go home early to retire if he is another old man. Let me give you another example, Wudang! You see if the head of Wudang is a little old man with gray hair, and the abbot of Shaolin, I use the amiable old man to describe him is not very appropriate.

I think Master's colorful chili pepper may have some side effects of strengthening courage and aphrodisiac, nourishing yin and nourishing the kidneys, but who dares to chat like this on weekdays either thinks that they have a long life or is seeking stimulation.

I patted the little persimmon puff puff on the face, trying to remind him to pay attention to his words, but the words became "right."

When the little persimmon heard me praise him, he pouted at me happily.

In this way, we took advantage of the side effects of colorful chili peppers to speak freely, from Shaolin to Emei, through Wudang, Quanzhen, Kongtong, and the beggar gang, and then from the flying eagle to Shaolin. Our rhetoric seems to be bullshit, but it doesn't make sense, and when the side effects are over, we want to cut each other's tongues.

But we have come to the only truth, this colorful pepper still needs to be improved.

That night, I went back to Tongtian Pavilion to ask Master to report on the "guinea pig" eating experience, who would have thought that Master was sitting in the courtyard with Yiyi Little Sister drinking tea and playing a game.

The stars in the sky illuminated the entire chessboard, and the smiling faces of the two were clearly illuminated. Both of them grinned and couldn't tell who was at a disadvantage and who was at an advantage, in short, those who won chess were happy, and those who lost were happy.

I'm not happy anyway.

I walked up to Master and bowed casually.

Master asked: Is the injury healed?

I said, "I don't know what kind of injury Master is referring to, but the injury of the martial arts competition is healed, and the injury you hit me is not healed."

Master put down a white piece on the chessboard and turned his head to look at me.

The master said, "Don't lie to me, it's quite gentle to start with the teacher."

Yiyi said: Tongtian Pavilion is such a tall senior brother who climbed up easily, presumably his health is almost good.

I said, "Presumably, in the days when I was away, my sister has become healthier physically and mentally."

Yiyi dropped a white child and nodded frequently in the dark.

Since reading the treasure book, I feel more and more that women are not as simple as they appear on the surface, and there is no way to know what kind of soul is wrapped under that layer of skin, they can not only practice martial arts, cook and make clothes, but also give birth to children, give birth to several in their lives, and raise them after giving birth. For the sake of themselves and their children, they have to fight not only men, but also women, and even themselves. If you want me to be a woman, it's no less difficult than eating the little peppers that Master has studied.

I didn't want to watch them play chess, so I went back to the house to rest. As for whether I had the heart to tell Master that there was something wrong with his colorful peppers the next day, it depended on my mood. But I had a vague feeling that my bad intentions were at work, and I wanted to see what kind of breathtaking sight the whole Valley of Despair would be. I sat on the windowsill, staring at the note in my hand by the bright moonlight.

"Assassination of the head of the King Kong faction"

It can be seen that when the master wrote these nine words, he used the pen easily and elegantly, and he seemed to be in a good mood at that time. But in my opinion, these nine words are like a thousand pounds, like a heavy slate pressing on my heart. How can it be an easy errand to kill someone who can't even kill the snow, if a knife still exists, it is estimated that it can be successfully assassinated. I found myself like a gambler who was addicted to gambling and wanted to gamble his way with his bad life. I held the "Tears of the Buddha" given to me by Wu Chong, and thought about it again and again, if the assassination was not successful, I didn't know if I could let me live with my relationship with Wu Chong. After thinking about it, I am going to kill his master, how can he forgive me, and it is very affectionate to be able to keep me with a whole corpse.

In addition to myself, I am also worried about small persimmons. Although that kid's martial arts are not bad, it is not enough to deal with the head of a faction, if the head of the gang is so easy to assassinate, then wouldn't it be that the gangs are busy changing the dynasty all year round. The only thing I can think of is to persuade the little persimmon to give up, but there is a rule in the valley that "whoever takes the task can only attack, not retreat"

Rules are rules, and no one can violate them, even the valley owner must follow them.

Come to think of it, you can only fight with your life.