The moonlight is quiet, He Ping and Fang Bie look at each other under the moonlight,

Fang Bi, who was standing, and He Ping, who was sitting on the roof, drooped out shadows in the moonlight.

"So I'm very curious." He Ping looked at Fang Bie: "Why didn't you kill her at the beginning?"

"You are obviously such a fear of death and cautious person."

Fang Bie curled his lips and smiled: "Because I'm not sure, the next one will be better than Lin Xue."

He Ping shook her head: "Switch to an excuse."

Fang Bie looked at He Ping: "Isn't this okay?"

He Ping shook her head seriously: "No, although Lin Xue is very outstanding."

"But." He Ping's brown eyes flashed slightly in the moonlight: "She might let you die."

Fang Bei nodded: "I really don't like the uncertainty factor around me."

"But whether I kill her or ask her to go back, she will die." Fang Bi reached out and pointed his temples: "Since she can become my bee wings, then, let's take her for a ride first?"

"I don't know you are such a soft-hearted person." He Ping said with a chuckle.

"It's like after knowing you, I never thought about what kind of mood you were when I took me away from the flood, who was seven years old." Fang Bie said: "But now I understand."

He Ping looked up and looked at Fang Bie: "Then tell me?"

"That's right, I know it's very troublesome, but my heart is already very hard." Fang Bi said.

"But for a moment, I was hit in the softest part of the center."

"That's why I decided."

"as well as."

Fang Bie looked at He Ping: "Didn't you just killed her?"

He Ping smiled.

Smile like a flower.

"Because I like her very much."

The retired assassin said with a smile.

"Tomorrow is your first mission. It seems simple, but it is actually unusual. Be careful."

Fang Bie nodded: "Yeah, I know."

Under the moonlight, the master and apprentice clinked glasses and drank a lot.

...

...

It was noon the next day, and it was raining.

Pedestrians on the bluestone streets of Luocheng were walking in the drizzle with oil-paper umbrellas, and ripples appeared on the water-stacked water.

Although the sky was clear yesterday, today's rainy day had nothing to do with yesterday's sunny day.

At Xiaohun Inn, a man with a straw hat and straw raincoat walked into the inn and sat down by the window: "Where are you, man?"

Fang Bie approached and asked in an otherwise normal tone: "This guest official, should you be a good friend or stay in a hotel?"

If it is normal, there is no such question. After all, it is noon at this time, but if it rains, it is normal to choose to stay in a hotel and rest.

After all, the city is still fine. If you leave the city, it will be a bit muddy on the official road.

The man looked up at Fang Bie, looking at the handsome young man covered in black cloth as a waiter. This person was obviously blind, but he was acting as usual in the lobby full of tables, chairs and benches, which made him quite concerned. However, when he looked at the other diners in the lobby, they all looked like they were used to it, and they felt a little fussy and couldn't help but smiled mockingly.

Ning Huaiyuan took off the hat and placed it in a corner of the table. He had big eyes, looked quite heroic, and had a tall figure. Through the dripping hat, he could see a long sword inlaid with rubies around his waist.

Fang Bie had already seen his portrait, but his face remained unchanged at this time.

"What are some of your specialties here? Just come up." Ning Huaiyuan said, his tone was calm and not angry.

Fang Bie turned around: "This guest official, I want to be confused about a bowl of noodles."

Ning Huaiyuan was stunned for a moment: "What noodles?"

Fang Bie replied seriously: "Don't mess with noodles."

"Don't I want to be a good deal?" Ning Huaiyuan was shocked.

"Hutu noodles are our specialty dishes." Fang Bi introduced seriously: "Don't look at the indecent name, it is actually white noodles cooked with mixed grains. It tastes fragrant and delicious, soft and glutinous, nourishes the stomach, and drives cold and strengthens the body. Our store is a small business, and Hutu noodles sells the fastest. We cooked a whole pot later, and you will serve you a bowl."

"Don't be confused about noodles!" Ning Huaiyuan's good temper could not resist Fang Bie's serious introduction: "If there is cooked beef, cut it into two plates, add two bowls of rice wine, and then give me ten more firewood. After eating it, I will go on the road as dry food."

The Great Zhou Dynasty prohibited the slaughter of plowing oxen, but beef was still sold in various inns. However, it was generally cooked old yellow beef, with relatively rough meat and relatively high price.

"Okay, the beef is good, cut two plates for this guest." Fang Bi sang loudly, and at the same time he went to the wine cabinet to make two bowls of rice wine for Ning Huaiyuan. The rice wine is a fermented wine that has not been distilled and has only been filtered simply, so the wine is yellow in color and its alcohol content is not high. It is also a type of wine that is usually brewed in village brews. The price is not high, but its stamina is quite strong.

"Your wine, how dare you ask the guest where you are going?" Fang Bie said with a smile, as if talking casually, without saying a word.

"Don't ask so much, be careful of your tongue." Ning Huaiyuan said, picking up the wine bowl himself, looking at the wine juice inside, first approaching and sniffing the wine, and then pushing it to Fang Bie: "If you appreciate it, you can take a sip first."

Fang Bie looked at the bowl of slightly yellow wine rippling in the bowl and smiled and said with apologies: "This wine was ordered by the guest, why am I so embarrassed to drink it?"

Ning Huaiyuan looked at Fang Bie calmly and put the sword around his waist on the table with a bang: "I'll let you drink."

The Great Zhou Dynasty did not prohibit the people from carrying weapons. Because of the prosperity of martial arts, almost every household had some skills to keep pace with. After all, retreating can prolong life and defend themselves as much as possible. Therefore, whenever you have the conditions, you will learn the three or five tricks.

However, the long sword that Ning Huaiyuan pressed on the table was simple and elegant in shape, and the rubies on the sword grid were shining brightly, which was obviously not an ordinary person.

"Don't the guest be so angry?" Fang Bie smiled: "You want to drink small ones. If you don't like small ones, take a sip of the guest."

As he said this, Fang Bie took out a small celadon bowl from his arms and placed it on the table. He poured out half of the bowls of rice wine from each other and drank it all in one place.

Ning Huaiyuan sat on the chair and watched Fang Bieman drink a bowl, his body shaking, "You guys have a good alcohol tolerance. Go and see if the beef is ready."

As he said this, he picked up a bowl himself and took a small sip. It was obvious that he had been on the rainy day and was already quite thirsty.

Fang Bing, after Ning Huaiyuan's approval, he walked through the lobby and walked all the way to the kitchen. Xue Ling was cutting beef in the kitchen. Seeing Fang Bing come in, he looked up and asked, "How is it?"

Fang Bing had already restrained the flattering expression on his face at this time. He looked at Xue Ling's hand cutting the beef and said calmly: "Cut it and give it to me. Don't ask more about anything else. I'll make a dip for the customer."

While saying that, Fang Bie dipped his hand in water and quickly wrote two words on the chopping board where Xue Ling cut meat. Xue Ling glanced lightly and saw that the two words were:

"Fake."

Xue Ling couldn't help but look up in surprise and saw Fang Bie was already mashing the garlic with pounding the garlic juice there.

The expression is like an old monk entering into meditation.
Chapter completed!