"Speaking of Jianye, I quite like Jianye's salted duck. Come on, Miss Lingdang, Qiagen duck." Ying Yuanxin tore off the duck legs enthusiastically and put them into Lingdang's bowl.
The blind man listened to the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, including himself, bells, and Ying Yuanxin, and there were three other people he didn't know, who were probably the men in blood clothes who were working with Ying Yuanxin.
One's breathing is long, and judging from the heartbeat, the body is in the prime of life, and the internal energy cultivation is quite good.
One has quick hands, but his physical fitness has declined, maybe he is getting older.
There is another one who has the scent of gouache and a bit of blood. It smells like relatives coming.
"Xiaochie, let me introduce to you. This is Bishui Sword. Just call me Miss Shuibi."
"Hello." The female killer responded.
"This is Old Man Han." "I play with hidden weapons." The man with quick hands said with a smile.
"He is Xiao Lin." "Know some inner energy." Xiao Lin spoke concisely and to the point.
"Hello everyone, just call me Blind Man. This is Ling Dang." The Blind Man also introduced.
Unable to resist, Ying Yuanxin warmly served him some food.
"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables. What nonsense are you talking about? How is your life lately? Alas, my mother-in-law gave me a big fat baby last year. She is so fat, weighing a full seven pounds. Six taels, he's fatter than this pig's head." Ying Yuanxin spoke, eager to share his happy news with the blind man, "My boy is one year old this year, and he is wobbly and cute. When did you meet Miss Lingdang? Also add a big fat boy?"
The blind man smiled awkwardly: "What's your son's name?"
"My name is Ying Chengfeng. What a good name, right? The fortune teller from my village helped me get it." He poured another glass of wine and then pushed the glass towards Qin Xiya.
"Ying Chengfeng, Chengfeng, is a good name. Old man, I never thought of giving my child such a nice name back then." Old Man Han listened and also interjected.
"Old Hantou, what is your son's name?" Xiao Lin asked curiously.
"Han Tiegen, he has a cheap name and makes a living. Unfortunately, he had a high fever when he was born, which burned his brain to death. No wife in her twenties is willing to be with him. My wife died young, and I, as a father, don't want to make more money." Save some money and save him from poverty after I die." Old Man Han said lightly, but anyone could feel the helplessness in it. He seemed to have opened up his chat box,
"But Tie Gen is okay. Although he is stupid, he has figured out how to use money. Sometimes when I don't go out for assassination missions, I will follow him and watch him buy firewood, rice, oil and salt. After buying it home, Watching him cooking again,
He can already take care of himself,
Even if I die one day, I don’t have to worry so much.
But if possible, I still want to find someone I can trust to take care of him for me. "
Suddenly, the atmosphere at the entire dinner table became gloomy.
Cups and cups are being pushed around, the sound is harsh, and people are confused about joy and sorrow.
Old Man Han drank three drinks in a row: "Sorry, I said something bitter. I will punish myself with three drinks."
"Oh, Old Hantou, every family has its own troubles. As a father, you are already very qualified. Your children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Just do what you need to do." Ying Yuanxin drank with him.
The same goes for Xiao Lin and Bishui Sword.
Old Man Han thanked Xiao Lin again, as if to open up the atmosphere.
"Lin Housheng, what about you? You look a little younger than the blind man. Are you married?"
Xiao Lin smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I don't dare to marry. I am from Xijiang. My father died young and my mother is still alive. The old man hopes that I will get married soon, preferably from Xijiang girl, but everyone knows that,
Marriage in Xijiang consumes the most money. Usually the betrothal gift is nothing more than pigs, cattle, sheep and fish. But in Xijiang, there are three matchmakers, six hires and eight sedans, not to mention gold and silver jewelry, and land deeds for fields and ridges. You have to be careful of the other person making excessive demands when you kick him in the face.
How can this be marrying a daughter? This is selling my daughter. No matter how much I earn, I can't afford to spend like this. Xiao Lin smiled bitterly, "So how can I dare to get married?" "
He smiled bitterly, looked at Bishui Sword, and put the pressure on the other side.
"Miss Shuibi, what about you?"
"Me?" The female killer's voice was slightly hoarse, sounding like she was only thirty, "I'm not married yet, so I don't have your worries, and naturally I don't have your joy either.
But when it comes to troubles, I do have them. The salesmen around my house seem to be attracted to me. I have also been tested. I have good conduct and a kind heart. Although I am a little poor, it doesn't matter.
It's just... we are still people from two different worlds after all. Although I think he can be trusted, I don't want to drag him into this muddy water one day in the future.
But...that's all, it's quite annoying anyway. "
Ying Yuanxin sighed: "If you think it's good, just get married. It won't be too late to retire after you make enough money.
Life is always spent together. "
Xiao Lin also echoed: "Who am I not living with?"
Old Man Han smiled and Qin Xiya nodded silently.
But no, killers are also human beings, and as human beings they need to live.
But life is far more than just being born and surviving. Whether it’s firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, having children and raising a family, or wandering around the world, it’s all life.
Sweet, sour, spicy, salty, all available.
Qin Xiya knew this early on.
Then Old Man Han suddenly said: "My dear, there are two pairs of swords in the sleeves, Feiyun swords, dry fire swords, bone nails, eight-arm body-breaking fists, hiss, there are so many here, they all want to pick off Yang Yunhu's head. ah."
Qin Xiya took a deep breath and listened to his breathing and heartbeat.
"The others are fine, but these two pairs of fire swords are difficult to deal with." Ying Yuanxin rubbed his chin.
"How do you say it?" Xiao Lin, who was just starting out, asked in confusion.
"This pair's situation is more complicated. Ganchai Liehuo Sword is originally a partial swordsmanship. It must be practiced by men and women together, and then passed on to men and women.
However, this pair of cultivators were the master's wife and the male apprentice. The master and the female apprentice got together by mistake. "Miss Shui Bi explained.
"More than just unethical? It's simply unethical." Old Man Han commented, shaking his head.
Xiao Lin was stunned for a moment and scratched his head: "How could he be so unethical?"
The blind man couldn't help but comment: "It's quite fun."
"Don't worry about it. Although the idea is tricky, you still have to work hard." Ying Yuan Xinzi took a drink and said, "Let's do it tonight. It's better to strike first to avoid a long night and many dreams."
Hearing this, Qin Xiya picked up a few more chopsticks and then spoke.
"Are you full? Bell?" He asked Bell.
"Yeah." Zingdang nodded slightly.
"As long as you're full." The blind man put down his chopsticks and placed his blind stick on the table.
"Huh? Xianche, what do you mean?" Ying Yuanxin was confused.
"Can you invite the four of you back?"
"What do you mean? Blind brother? Do you think you can deal with these masters by yourself?" Xiao Lin put a hand on the table, as if he was about to take action.
Although Miss Shui Bi looked unkind, she couldn't help but softened when she saw Ling Dang's composure, and she vaguely protected Ling Dang.
Old Man Han didn't say a word, he just peeled the edamame beans with two fingers, threw the beans into his mouth, and held the wine glass in his right hand but refused to drink.
Only Ying Yuanxin was relaxed, but also extremely confused.
"Xiaoche, you didn't accept the oath to kill, and you asked us to go back, what do you mean?
Do you want to protect Yang Yunhu? "
"Yeah." Qin Xiya nodded.
"Why?" Old Man Han was puzzled.
"Maybe because he is a good person." The blind man thought of Yang Yunhu rescuing himself and Lingdang.
Although this kindness is not great, Qin Xiya has his own measure and moral principles in his heart.
Regardless of weights and measures or morality, in one word it is - kindness must be repaid.
"So, please go back. I don't want to meet a few soldiers at that time.
After all, swords have no eyes, and neither do I. "
Ying Yuanxin pondered for a moment: "Okay, I'll quit. I know you are good at it and your sword is fast and sharp.
But Xianche, be careful,
Yang Yunhu’s hidden flowers have reached their peak,
You alone can't stop those killers. "
The blind man held the bell's hand, raised his head, took off his blind stick and stood up.
The tip of the staff tapped the ground and he said to Ying Yuanxin: "The sword is the way, and the skill of the sword protects morality."
After saying this, the blind man and the bell left.
The other three people looked at each other and said goodbye to Ying Yuanxin with fists in their hands. It was not clear whether they were going or staying after that, but they also left their meal money before saying goodbye.
Ying Yuanxin was left alone to see the blind man holding the knife and walking away with the bell.
Then he murmured.
"But how many people in this world are as moral as you?"
