It Starts With A Mountain

Chapter 247

Yellow sand, ancient roads, tea stalls.

He got up at five o'clock, opened the windows, and let the cool air flow into the house, then washed his face, rinsed his mouth, sat on the floor and meditated, breathing, and practicing swordsmanship.

He is a swordsman and a killer.

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

He put the bamboo pole next to the stove and started to make a fire. He wore ordinary clothes, had an ordinary face, and did ordinary things. He was so ordinary that he was thrown into the crowd. The biggest feature was that he had no special features.

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

If you are famous, you will be found wherever you go. If you are not famous, then no one will kill you.

But either way, he was successful. In the crowd, he is like a drop of water in the sea, but within the industry, he has a lot of fame.

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

Anyone.

He never missed.

It doesn't mean how good his swordsmanship is or how powerful his kung fu is, he just can endure and wait. He once assassinated a target for three years, approached the other party, became friends with the other party, treated him well, drank with him, and bought him delicious food. When he is the most helpless and the loneliest to talk to you, he said sincerely: I used to think I had many friends, but now I know that you are my only friend.

Then you draw your sword and pierce his heart gently, be quick, be precise, and don't let your friend bleed too much or suffer too much.

His appearance made those young people who are new to the industry understand that killing is not about taking a knife, fighting with each other, and shouting: Tomorrow's day is your death day.

Such behavior is very indecent, and the lines seem to be more like a villain.

I have to say that he changed the status quo of the industry by himself, and let those rude, irritable, and qualityless killers start to learn intelligence collection, target planning, risk analysis, from chaotic, big, rough, to refined, dense, 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 in the morning every morning and finished all the work for the day before the hour. He said: "Success comes from self-confidence, and self-confidence comes from self-discipline." When you When you have a strong control over your work efficiency, self-confidence will naturally follow, restrain your emotions and focus on improving your work efficiency, you will have more free time to control, and then put it It is used to cultivate your hobbies, improve your skills, enter the cycle of positive energy, and constantly hone yourself to become a better killer.

What an industry leader.

Yellow sand blew past, and an ancient road was laid on the ground covered with yellow sand. This official road was built by the founding emperor of the empire, and he used 100,000 people. When this official road was repaired, the founding emperor said proudly: If the Rong tribe dares to make trouble again, our soldiers can directly enter the Rong tribe's lair.

It's just that time has passed, and many things have changed. Now it has become that the Rong family can directly enter the empire's lair.

There is a tea stall next to the ancient road, selling some herbal tea, tea eggs, and braised pork, so that passersby can rest.

He flipped over the tea eggs in the pot, watching the light smoke wafting up with the fragrance of tea, and then fiddling with it carefully.

He is waiting.

The person he was waiting for has not come yet.

He was not in a hurry, he knew that the person he was waiting for would arrive sooner or later. He used to be friends with a person for three years and then killed him. Today, I don't mind cooking a pot of tea eggs in an hour and waiting for a person in a day. Until the person he wants to wait for arrives, then serve tea respectfully, and when the other party is most relaxed, he pulls out the thin sword hidden in the bamboo pole and pierces the other party's heart.

Under the shroud of his ordinary clothes, is a body that is as precise as a machine, and every muscle is strictly controlled, so that it can send out a very fast sword.

Then, he would eat a cup of tea eggs while guarding the corpse of the other party, and then leave. Tomorrow, he would appear in another place, in another identity, as a fortune teller, restaurant shopkeeper, old man guarding the door, wearing ordinary clothes, doing ordinary things.

...

dong dong dong

The hurried sound of hooves came to my ears, and a fast horse galloped on the official road, with a sword on his waist and a big axe on his back, with a dusty face.

With a long neigh, the horse immediately stopped and looked at the tea stall by the roadside.

He flipped over the tea eggs in the pot, and a wrinkled face appeared in the white smoke.

"What do you want to eat, the restaurant's specialty is tea eggs, which are very fragrant."

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

"Fill up the water, bring a cup of tea eggs, and pack thirty more to take away."

He was busy, filling the water bag with herbal tea, and came over with a tea egg and a bamboo pole under his rib.

"The guest officer is on his way."

"Well, hurry up."

"Why are you in such a hurry..." He approached, hanging the water bag on the left hand holding the tea egg, and holding the bamboo pole with the other hand.

Cheng Dalei drew his sword, returned it, and the blood on the sword splattered 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: "Sorry."

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

"You shouldn't use things to occupy your hand." Cheng Dalei.

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

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

"Because I hang up."

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

"It's really fragrant."

Yellow sand, ancient roads, tea stalls, a man guards a corpse and eats a cup of tea eggs.

There are more and more people around, a strong man with a spear, a businessman with a camel, a hunter with a hunting fork, and a scholar with a fan.

The four of them didn't make a move. The strong man with the spear took off his gun. The merchant played with the abacus in his hand. The hunter stared at the hunting fork. The scholar opened and closed the folding fan. Begin.

"How long is it before Xizhao Pass is here?" Cheng Dalei suddenly said a word.

"There are still two hundred miles." The strong man replied.

"It takes a day and a night to walk there," the hunter said.

"If your horse is fast enough, it might arrive in one day." The merchant looked at the white-haired camel beside him and seemed to be showing off.

"The way is not easy to walk, go over at least tomorrow evening." The scholar said.

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

"Oh, forget it, no one will remember it anyway."

With a sword drawn, Cheng Dalei hiccupped.