Chapter 247

Yellow sand, ancient roads, tea stalls.

He got up on the fifth watch, opened the window, let the cool breeze into the house, then washed his face, rinsed his mouth, sat on the floor and meditated, vomited, and practiced swords.

He's a swordsman and a killer.

After a stick of incense, he opened his eyes, walked out of the room with a bamboo pole, and did not forget to close the window before leaving the room.

He put the bamboo pole next to the stove and began to make a fire, he wore ordinary clothes, had an ordinary face, and did some ordinary things, so ordinary that he threw it into the crowd, and the biggest feature was that he had no characteristics.

There is a paradox in the job of a killer, on the one hand, you can't be too famous, and on the other hand, you can't be famous.

If you are famous, you will be found wherever you go, and if you are not famous, then no one will look for you to kill someone.

But in every way, he was a success. He is like a drop of water in the crowd, but within the industry, he is quite famous.

Many people know the saying: find that person, give him a sum of money, and he will help you kill someone.

Anyone else.

He didn't miss a shot.

It's not that he is good at swordsmanship or kung fu, he just can endure and wait. He had spent three years assassinating a target, approaching the other party, befriending the other party, treating him well, drinking with him, and buying him good food. When he is the most helpless and lonely to talk to you, he sincerely says: I used to think that I had many friends, but now I know that you are my only friend.

Then you draw your sword and gently pierce his heart, quickly, accurately, and don't let your friend bleed too much and suffer too much.

His appearance made those young people who had just entered the industry understand that killing people is not about taking a knife, looking for the other party, and shouting: Tomorrow and today will be your death day.

This kind of behavior seems very unseemly, and the lines seem more like a villain.

I have to say that he single-handedly changed the status quo of the industry, so that those rude, irritable, and quality-free killers began to learn intelligence gathering, target planning, and risk analysis, from chaos, large, coarse, to fine, dense, and fine.

He is a leader in industry reform.

He is a very self-disciplined person, it is said that when he was young, he got up at five o'clock in the morning every day, and finished all the work of the day before the time, he said: "Success comes from self-confidence, self-confidence comes from self-discipline." "When you have a strong control over your work efficiency, self-confidence will naturally follow, restrain your emotions, focus on improving your work efficiency, you will have more free control time, and then use it to cultivate your hobbies, improve your skills, enter the cycle of positive energy, and constantly hone yourself to become a better killer.

It's a special industry pacesetter.

The yellow sand blew through, and an ancient road was paved on the yellow sand-covered earth. This official road was repaired by the founding emperor of the empire, using 100,000 people, when this official road was repaired, the founding emperor said proudly: If the Rong people dare to make trouble, our soldiers can directly drive into the lair of the Rong people.

It's just that time has passed, and many things have changed, and now it has become, and the Rong people can directly enter the imperial nest.

There is a tea stall next to the ancient road, selling some herbal tea, tea eggs, and braised meat, so that passers-by can rest.

He rummaged through the tea eggs in the pot, watched the light smoke wrapped in the fragrance of tea float up, and then fiddled with it carefully.

He's waiting.

The person he's waiting for hasn't come yet.

He was not in a hurry, he knew that the person he was waiting for would arrive sooner or later, he had spent three years befriending a man and then killing him. Today, I don't mind boiling a pot of tea eggs in an hour and waiting for someone in a day. Until the person he wanted to wait for arrived, then respectfully served the tea, and when the other party was most relaxed, he pulled out the thin sword hidden in the bamboo pole and pierced the other party's heart.

Shrouded in his ordinary clothes, it was a body as delicate as a machine, and every muscle was tightly controlled so that it could send out an extremely fast sword.

Then, he will guard the other party's corpse and eat a cup of tea eggs, and then leave, tomorrow he will appear in another place, in another capacity, fortune teller, restaurant shopkeeper, old man guarding the door, wearing ordinary clothes, doing some ordinary things.

......

Knock knock

The sound of hurried horses' hooves reached the ears, and a fast horse galloped on the official road, with a sword at his waist and a big axe behind him.

There was a long hiss, and immediately the man stopped and looked at the tea stall on the side of the road.

He rummaged through the tea eggs in the pot, and a wrinkled face appeared in the white smoke.

"What do the guest officers eat, our store is good at tea eggs, which are very fragrant. ”

He turned over and dismounted, threw the water bladder in his hand, and sat down at a small table by himself.

"Fill it with water, bring a cup of tea eggs, and take it with thirty. ”

He was busy, filling the water bladder with herbal tea, and came over with tea eggs, with a bamboo pole under his side.

"The guest officer, this is in a hurry. ”

"Well, hurry. ”

"Why are you in such a hurry...... he approached, hanging the water bladder on his left hand holding the tea eggs, and pinching the bamboo pole with the other hand.

Cheng Dalei drew his sword and returned the sword, and the blood on the sword spilled as it slashed through the air.

"Because I'm in a hurry, I don't have time to talk too much nonsense. Cheng Dalei caught the bowl that fell from his hand: "I'm sorry." ”

"Why are you sorry?" a blood line emerged from his throat.

"You shouldn't take possession of things. "Cheng Dalei.

"You already knew, how could you ...... Know ......"

His body collapsed to the ground, blood staining the yellow sand on the ground.

"Because I'm hanging. ”

Cheng Dalei glanced at him, pricked the tea egg and water with a silver needle, poured a breath of herbal tea, and cracked open a tea egg.

"It's so fragrant. ”

Yellow sand, ancient road, tea stall, a man guarding a corpse and eating a cup of tea eggs.

There are more and more people around him, strong men with spears, merchants with camels, hunters with hunting forks, and scholars with folding fans.

The four of them didn't move, the strong man with the spear untied the gun, the merchant played with the abacus in his hand, the hunter stared at the hunting fork, and the scholar opened and closed the folding fan, as if he wanted to take advantage of this scene to write a poem, but he couldn't think of a suitable opening.

"How long is it until Xizhaoguan here?" Cheng Dalei suddenly said.

"Two hundred miles to go. The strong man replied.

"It takes a day and a night to walk through. "Hunter Human.

"If your horse is fast enough, maybe one day will arrive. The merchant looked at the white-haired camel beside him, as if showing off.

"The road is not easy to walk, walk through it at least tomorrow evening. Scholar said.

"Thank you. Cheng Dalei got up and stood up, looked at the four people around him, and said, "The last question, I'm about to die, do you want to leave any last words?"

"Alas, forget it, no one will remember it anyway. ”

With a sword drawn, Cheng Dalei burped.