Since I met you, people are dying every day

After reading the book for a long time, he felt that his voice was a little hoarse.

Maybe it's time for a sip of water, he thought.

"Sir, would you like some tea?" A timid child's voice sounded just right.He put down the book and looked up. The half-grown boy was still dressed in shabby and neat clothes, holding the tea set with his head down, respectfully.

He took a sip of the inferior tea, but his throat felt much more comfortable after the tea was moistened.The boy straightened up while letting go, he glanced at the boy's chapped lips, and handed it back. "You drink."

The boy didn't answer.Although his eyes tell how much he needs that bowl of tea.

He put down the teacup and asked, "How is your mother today?"

The boy raised his head, his eyes were dark and deep, "It's still the same."

"Are those people still coming to harass you?" He didn't expect to get any other answers, so he asked.

"Not yet, but it will always come." His voice was low, with a hint of stubbornness. "Mister still refuses to accept me?"

"I said, I don't accept apprentices." He watched the boy's eyes dim again, no difference from before.The boy was about to leave, so he asked one more question. "Tianshu, how many times have you run to my place?"

Xia Shu stopped, turned around and shook his head, his stubborn expression remained unchanged. "Can not remember."

His heart moved. "I said that I will not accept apprentices, but I can teach you some self-defense martial arts, and you don't need to call me master. How about this?"

Xia Shu was overjoyed, and immediately bowed to the ground, shouting "Master!"

He moved faster than him, and helped him up before he could bow down, "I said, you don't need to salute if you don't ask for a teacher." A trace of hurt flashed in the boy's eyes, and he continued, "Come and see Look at your mother."

In the gloomy room, a damp and musty smell of medicine hits the face.He frowned, "Tianshu, occasionally I carry your mother to bask in the sun." Xia Shu, who was following behind, bowed his head and said yes.

"Is the sir here?" A soft female voice came from inside the room. "Slave can't salute sir, sir don't take it seriously."

"Ma'am, you're welcome." He was also polite, and went straight to the bed.

The room is neat and tidy, but maybe it's just because there is nothing.The mattress on the bed hadn't changed much from the last time he saw it, and the woman lying on the bed hadn't changed too much, but she was thinner and her face was a little more sallow. Even so, she still couldn't hide her pretty appearance, and there was an indescribable charm in her eyes and expressions. .

Such a woman, no wonder people still think about it when she is seriously ill in bed.

He just thought of it, and he didn't feel any emotion, so he leaned over to feel her pulse.

"Then follow the previous prescription to get the medicine." He straightened up and ordered, Xia Shu hesitated to speak, still bowed his head in agreement.

"The pharmacy collects the medicinal materials. I'll take you to the mountain to have a look some other day." He said again, the surprise in Xia Shu's eyes was undisguised. "Thank you Master!"

He coughed lightly.Xia Shu shut up obediently.The sick beauty on the bed showed a reassuring smile, "If anything happens, my son will ask Mr.." Her eyes rested on Xia Shu, relieved and gentle.

"Mom!" Xia Shu frowned and called out to her.

He didn't answer, Xia Shu said again: "Of course I follow Master." He waved his hand, turned and went out.

The killer doesn't even accept his apprentice, so where is the fetter.

The days that followed were uneventful.Xia Shu still came every day, and he instructed him to step up and practice the basics. Fortunately, although this child is not a peerless talent, he is strong and can bear hardships.In the rest of the time, he went to pick herbs to exchange for money and get medicine for his mother.

Occasionally, he would go to have a look and take a pulse.There is no way to recover.A doctor can only cure the disease, not the life.Besides, he's not a doctor at all.

Xia Shu progressed very quickly.Soon he began to teach him every move and a half. He has average talent, but he is willing to work hard.He had always been worried that this child was eager for success, but fortunately Xia Shu's nature was meek.

After thinking and thinking, he taught him to use a long sword.The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, born to kill, extremely dangerous, but Xia Shu is only for protection, so naturally it is not a hindrance.What's more, he has learned all the swordsmanship, which is simple and clumsy, which is not in line with his nature. He has never used it much, but it is perfect to teach Xia Shu.

So after a while, those hooligans who coveted his mother's beauty didn't dare to come again.

One afternoon, he was reading a book when Xia Shu stumbled in with a dazed expression on his face, "My mother is gone." He just nodded and gave him the money. "Buy a coffin and bury it quickly."

After losing her loved one, Xia Shu packed up the only things in the house and lived with him.He didn't say anything, but he knew in his heart that this was just a tactic to delay the attack.

Xia Shu was silent a lot, and the progress of learning martial arts also slowed down.He took the opportunity to teach him how to read and write.

It was autumn, and it rained continuously for days, the river flooded, and countless people lost their crops.

The magistrate Wu Binghuan organized the counties to open warehouses to help the people, and the noble gentry donated money to help, and the people praised it endlessly.

Some people said that the food was supposed to go into the pocket of King Xiang, but Wu Zhifu fought to the death.

He rarely goes out alone.

In the pharmacy, the servant watched him come and led him in. "My boss is waiting for you!"

The room was pitch black, with no windows or lights, and the door was locked as soon as he entered.Suddenly there was a sword around his neck.He couldn't see it, but he couldn't be more sensitive to the coldness approaching.

He snorted softly, and his strength suddenly relaxed.

How could anyone hurt him with a sword?

The opponent put away the sword, and he had an extra kit in his hand.

The door opened again.

From the beginning to the end, the face of the person holding the sword was never seen.

He directly opened the kit, glanced at the words on the paper, and borrowed fire from the boy to burn it.

He is wiping the sword.

A short sword gradually revealed its original appearance after being wiped again and again, a clear spring, calm and clear.

He put away his sword and was about to go out, but Xia Shu stopped him the moment he stepped out. "Are you going to kill someone?"

"Ah."

"Who?"

"Wu Binghuan."

He would never lie to him.

Xia Shu was silent for a while, he waited for a while, and when he was about to continue walking, he spoke again. "Master Wu is a good man."

He ignored him and went out.

What is a good person?

This trip is very far, so it is inevitable to use light work.

His light work is excellent, not inferior to swordsmanship.But to Xia Shu, he only taught the superficial.A gentleman fights alone and protects others, so he doesn't need to be profound and light.Only a villain like him who assassinates needs to do light work.

The mission went well.In the middle of the night and there was no moon, he relied on his light skills as if he had entered the land of no one. The frail magistrate was still looking at the account book with a light on, and he was killed with a sword without any room for resistance.

He wiped the blood off the sword with the corpse's clothes, and shook his head.

It may be a good official, one less than one dead.

He found a place to spend the night and was in no hurry to go back.

At dawn, I picked a small alley with seven turns and eight turns to have breakfast.Sitting on the side of the road eating two buns, I saw a group of children fighting.To be exact, a group of people fight one another.The child who was beaten was unarmed but nimble and dodged in time. The four or five children besieged him with sticks and other things, but they couldn't do anything to him.

But it only lasted for a moment, before it turned into a gang fight.He frowned frequently.Bullying the few with the many, why have I had this problem since I was a child?He picked up a stone, aimed at a child's wrist and hit it.

"Ah!" The child screamed, and suddenly lost the branch in pain. He concocted according to the law and repelled the remaining few.Seeing that there were adult men helping them, the group of children dispersed.

The rescued child took a few steps towards him slowly. "Thank you for your help."

"Why did they beat you?" he asked.

The child raised the half-black steamed bun in his hand. "I stole theirs."

"Where are your parents?" He asked bluntly.Unlike the group of ragged children, this one is still wearing complete clothes, although it is also dirty and can't see the original appearance.It doesn't look like a beggar in his speech.

"Dead." The child said blankly.

He groaned and turned to leave when the child hugged him from behind. "Do you know martial arts?"

"Yes." He said flatly.

"Can you teach me martial arts?" The child's excitement could be felt even if he couldn't see it.

"No." He denied it flatly.Where did the killer get his apprentice?A summer of comfort is already an accident.

"If you don't agree, I won't let you go!" The child threatened him sharply, and his arms tightened even more.

He laughed, and with a light struggle, the boy fell backwards.He turned his head, and the boy got up reluctantly, knelt down in front of him and kowtowed his head straight. "Please!"

He didn't want to stay here any longer, so he simply turned around and took a step forward, picked up the child horizontally, and left quickly using his lightness kung fu.

He went straight back to the house where he lived.Xia Shu was reading a book and was surprised to see him walk in with a strange boy in his arms.

He left the child and asked coldly, "What's your name?"

The boy looked at him, and the complex feeling of fear and longing made the boy's body tremble a little, "Zhou Yi, Hong Yi's generous Yi."

"Why do you want to learn martial arts?" His tone was aggressive.

"I'm going to kill King Xiang! Avenge my parents!" Zhou Yi said surprisingly, his palm-sized face was full of hatred and anger, which made people startled.

The King of Xiang fish meat common people, the world is well known.It's just that the weak emperor has long been unable to control the princes.

His expression remained the same, "Then I can't teach you."

"Why!?" Zhou Yi asked unconvinced.

"I'm afraid that if you don't make up the nine clans, I will be implicated." He punished every word.Xia Shu blurted out almost subconsciously: "Then why did you kill Master Wu?"

He glared at Xia Shu. "That's because I know no one will find out it's me."

"You killed Lord Wu?" Zhou Yi stared at him closely.

He suddenly felt a little difficult to end.

Zhou Yi was still pressing him: "You know how to kill people, right? Then you must know how to kill King Xiang!"

He was obviously hostile enough, but Zhou Yi didn't even blink.

He sighed, a sign of submission. "I will teach you martial arts, but you are not allowed to mention assassinating King Xiang."

Zhou Yi blinked unwillingly, and agreed after weighing it up.

Zhou Yi was carried directly by him, and he asked Zhou Yi if he had any luggage.

Zhou Yi shook his head.

Except for the dirty clothes that barely covered his body and the half steamed bun he snatched, only a wooden flute was tied around his waist.Zhou Yi said that his father made it for him when he was alive.

Zhou Yi plays the flute when he is free.The sound of the flute is melodious, but the tunes played by Zhou Yi are always sad and clear.

While playing the flute, Xia Shu stopped reading, and he didn't clean his sword either.

Living with two children, he felt a little tired.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yi and Xia Shu got along very well. Xia Shu also tried to teach him how to use a sword, but Zhou Yi was very mediocre.He knew early on that Zhou Yi was not someone who would concentrate on learning swordsmanship, so what he taught Zhou Yi, apart from basic skills, was lightness skills.

Zhou Yi has a good understanding. He is agile in stature, quick in response, and quick to learn.The way he practiced was to fight with a group of children, and he was forbidden to fight back at the beginning, trying to avoid everyone's attack as much as possible.

And when Zhou Yi was being beaten, he watched silently from the sidelines, and he never offered help like the day we first met.

At first, Zhou Yi hoped that he would save him, but after being beaten more and more severely, he gave up and gritted his teeth and tried to escape.The progress is naturally rapid.

He watched with cold eyes, but Xia Shu couldn't stand it anymore, and applied medicine to Zhou Yi who was covered in bruises every day, grinning and sighing at him in pain. "Master, why did he have to be beaten?"

He asked back: "Otherwise how would he learn?"

Xia Shu was stunned.

When Xia Shu was learning swordsmanship, other than him, the target of practice was that group of hooligans.Naturally, he will not show mercy to hooligans.And although his swordsmanship is high, he will be able to hit Xia Shu as soon as possible.But he bled and sweated when he practiced the sword, and he didn't lose to Zhou Yi who was injured every day.

When Zhou Yi's qinggong was almost done, he taught him the key points of the human body one by one, and asked him to identify various medicinal materials and memorize the prescriptions hard, so that he must be fatal in one blow.

Zhou Yi was not very literate, and was forced to memorize acupuncture points and memorize prescriptions with a sad face.Xia Shu wanted to help him, so she followed him to learn.

Zhou Yi also called him Master, followed by Xia Shu's buttocks as Senior Brother.After hearing too much, he acquiesced.The two of them also gradually got used to him occasionally going out with a sword and coming back with the smell of blood.

Xia Shu's sword began to learn more and more skillfully.

Only those who are protected will work hard.