There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 113 Extra Story: Yanjing in the Snow

Honeycomb Heart Method, a total of 470 words.

It is the basic inner strength mentality of the assassin's hive organization. It draws out the true energy in the [-] holes of the whole body like a swarm of bees, and then swells the whole body, thereby activating the body's potential.

After more than nine years of compulsory education, it took half an hour to memorize all the thoughts, and then review it again, dipping your fingers in water to write it silently on the desktop, and after confirming that the words are correct.

The drumbeat of the fourth watch has just been played outside.

He originally wanted to burn this method, but after thinking about it, this method was not some profound and isolated book, and He Ping handed it to him, so he pressed the booklet under the pillow and closed his eyes.

Have a good night's sleep.

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"How's your mind going?"

Early the next morning, He Ping brought Fang Bie breakfast, which consisted of porridge and deep-fried dough sticks with a small dish of pickles, and asked casually.

Fang Bie handed the booklet to He Ping with both hands respectfully: "Report to Sister Ping, I have finished memorizing it."

He Ping raised her eyes and glanced at Fang Bie: "Recite me from the fourth paragraph to the seventh paragraph."

This looks like a teacher asking students to recite texts.

But Fang Bie, who had experienced many battles, nodded, and then recited the full text of the fourth to seventh paragraphs of the mental method verbatim.

Exactly.

The young man took a peek at He Ping's face, and could see the slight joy on this handsome woman's face, but then it subsided and turned cold.

"Hold out your hand," He Ping said.

Fang Bie reached out, and He Ping picked up a chopstick and tapped it quickly in the boy's hand. Fang Bie felt as if his palm had been pricked by a bee, and instantly swelled up with a long, red, tall, slender bump.

It hurts.

Fang grinned, but didn't cry out.

"Hui is hurting the body, keep your head open." He Ping looked at Fang Bie's expression and said softly, "It takes you three days to memorize this mentality, and ten days to get started."

"Ten days to get started is considered a pass."

"At that time, I will teach you something else."

Don't nod your head.

He Ping took out a small jar of coarse porcelain from her sleeve and put it on the table.

"This is an ointment for bruises, rub it on."

"The food is getting cold, you should eat first."

Saying so, He Ping turned around, opened the door and walked out.

Fang Bie looked at He Ping's back and pursed his lips slightly.

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When Fang Bie was seven years old, his home was destroyed and his parents died due to floods in Jiangxi. Therefore, he followed the 19-year-old hive assassin He Ping and began to learn various skills of being an assassin.

It's just that the talent is blunt, and everything is the attitude of the middleman, so in all trainings, you have to pay several times the effort of the elite to be able to be on par with it.

It is time flies, ten years in the blink of an eye.

In the 31st year of Tianlu, the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

An inn courtyard in Yanjing city.

It was snowing heavily, and in the heavy snow, Fang Bie was wearing single clothes, blindfolded with black cloth, holding a wooden sword, and was chopping repeatedly in the snow.

But he repeated it over and over without using any complicated moves. It was always just the most common slash, which went on and on and never changed.

"Farewell." He Ping called out to the boy in the courtyard, "It's time to eat Laba porridge."

"Sister Ping, I still have [-] sword swings, eat them as soon as I finish." Fang Bie continued to chop and chop in the snow without losing his breath.

He Ping was wearing a white velvet winter coat. Time flies. Now she is 29 years old. She is no longer the green girl she was back then. She looked at the boy in the snow. At the edge of the sword, a snowflake will be cut in half.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of skillful and ingenious swordsmanship is nothing more than the hard work of a superficial young man practicing martial arts.

"After the new year, you go to be a bee needle." He Ping said.

"So fast?" Fang Bie asked back.

"It's not too soon, you've reached your age." He Ping said, "I was 16 years old when I was a bee needle."

And when I was 16, I was far less powerful than you are now.

He Ping said in her heart.

Sometimes, even He Ping doesn't know how far Fang Bie is now, because he can't tell the truth to himself. Although this has his own merits of teaching, if he doesn't really fight this boy and fight to the death , maybe He Ping doesn't even know where his bottom line is.

"How can I compare with Sister Ping." Fang Bie laughed.

"I will apply to the organization after the new year, and I will assign you a bee wing to assist you." He Ping said.

Fang Bie remained silent and continued to swing his sword in the snow.

After the [-]th sword swing was exhausted, the [-]th snowflake was separated.

Fang Bie stopped and pulled down the black cloth over his eyes.

"Since it's Sister Ping's decision."

"Just follow orders."

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Laba porridge is porridge that is only eaten on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Using glutinous rice, sesame, coix seed, longan, red dates, mushrooms, lotus seeds, and black beans as raw materials, boiled with brown sugar, it is fragrant and delicious, enough to drive away the cold and welcome the new year.

Two bowls of Laba porridge were placed on the table, and Fang Bie and He Ping sat opposite each other.

"Sister Ping has a mission tonight?" Fang Bie asked, looking at the woman in front of him.

He Ping looked at Fang Bie and said nothing.

"You changed under your winter clothes." Fang Bie continued.

He Ping just nodded.

"If Sister Ping doesn't mind, I'll be your guest bee wing tonight." Fang Bie looked at He Ping and said, "Anyway, I will be on my own after the next year. Sister Ping can take me to practice."

He Ping shook her head: "I'm going to the Ministry of Household Affairs tonight."

Fang Bie's expression changed: "Isn't it customary for the hive not to get involved in the affairs of the court?"

He Ping looked at Fang Bie: "Now I'm getting involved."

"You can't do it!" Fang Bie said, "Brother Xie Yuan is dead."

"It's because of his death that I want to do it." He Ping said flatly.

She always has such a calm and indifferent personality, except for being a little bit stingy, words such as vivaciousness and vitality have never been associated with her. Fangbie was like this when she met her ten years ago, and she is still like this ten years later.

"This is my last assignment." He Ping continued, "I have already applied for it. After completing this assignment, I will retire."

"I'll be your bee guide."

He Ping said so.

Fang Bie nodded silently, picked up the Laba porridge bowl, held it in both hands, and touched the bowl with He Ping.

The two faced each other, and silently ate this bowl of thick Laba porridge together, the warmth from their mouths all the way to the depths of their stomachs.

Eat up.

"You are not allowed to throw bowls to be strong." He Ping said.

Fang Bie put down the empty porridge bowl embarrassingly.

He Ping nodded, and then took off her white velvet winter jacket, revealing her pure black nocturnal clothing.

"Don't follow me." He Ping continued.

Then he walked outside the door, in the vast snow, only one got up, and disappeared above the eaves.

The figure is fast, almost ghostly.

Fang Bie looked at the heavy snow in the courtyard and sighed: "It's always like this."

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On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhou Haitian, the left servant of the household department, was assassinated in the mansion and died on the spot.

The government and the public were in an uproar, and the rivers and lakes were shocked.

The Holy Majesty ordered the six ministries, the nine ministers, and the six gates of Jinyiwei of Dongchang to thoroughly investigate the case, but nothing came of it in March.

And in the early morning of the ninth day of the twelfth lunar month, amidst the heavy snow, a carriage drove out of Yanjing City unsteadily, traveled south all the way, and arrived in Luocheng.

On the sixteenth day of the first lunar month in the 32nd year of Tianlu, a small shop named Xiaohun Inn opened in Luocheng.

The proprietress's surname is He.

The waiter's surname is Fang.

(End of this chapter)