Beijing suburb, Lotus Temple.
The sound of Brahma was faint, and the cymbals were beating in a slow rhythm. The stern Buddha statue lowered its eyes and looked down at the sentient beings. The gold paint on its face was slightly mottled, and when looking at it from a distance, it seemed like tears were swirling. Ah Chu knelt down on the futon, strands of black hair fell on the square bricks with plum patterns, a few strands of hair drifted away from the group and floated to the Buddha's feet, like fine cracks on the bricks.
Lord Buddha. Ah Chu closed her eyes, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
She thought of Bailiyuan's thin back in the moonlight again, like a lonely ghost, forgetting the way home. The girl said coldly in the moonlight: "Isn't Chiyan trying to kill me, by the way, and his younger brother Xia Houlin. Let them come, I will wait for them in the snow mountain."
Ah Chu opened her eyes, as if she saw the snowy girl on the top of the snowy mountain looking into the distance, her eyes passing through the snowy plains and mountains and seas, waiting for the sharp blade to pierce her heart.
Everything is like fate, as if it was doomed from the beginning.
She only wrote half of the letter sent to the Shen residence. Shen Jue only knew that Bailiyuan had appeared in Yunxian Tower, but she didn't know about Bailiyuan's cold invitation. Buddha, she didn't tell the overseer and Xiahou of A Yuan's invitation, can she avoid that fateful battle, can everyone be safe and sound
The shiny black hair was on the ground, and Aya raised her head and looked at the golden statue of Buddha aloft. The nun chanted the Buddha's name and put on a blue cloth Zen hat on top of her head that had lost her long hair.
Buddha, grant me great wisdom and great compassion.
I would like to spend a lifetime of asceticism to clean up the sins of Bei Bailiyuan in Shuo.
I would like to use a lifetime of green lights in exchange for the safety of all of them.
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"Brother, I've been waiting for you for a long time. I thought you would be greedy for family affection when you have a younger brother, and flinch like your father." Bailiyuan's face was almost transparent in the wind and snow, and her smile had no warmth. " Fortunately, you didn't disappoint me."
He was still silent, just looking at her quietly.
"What's wrong with this girl's face?" Xia Houlin frowned, "How can you cut your bones and change your face?"
Bailiyuan stepped down from the ruins, jumped onto a slanted burnt wood beam, and sat down, her feet dangling in the air. She played with the fringe on the edge of her skirt and said with a smile, "I've been curious since I saw your face, how did you do it? I sent someone to investigate, and sure enough, I found Qiumen Qiushan, but unfortunately he died of illness in Qixia. The temple is gone. I had to find a way by myself, rummaging through the classics he left behind, and after more than 100 tests, I found this method of cutting bones and changing faces."
She turned her head and said angrily to Chi, "Brother, do you want to hear, how did your brother change his face? First of all, he has to uncover the entire face inch by inch, starting from the lower jaw and continuing to the heavenly cover. He had to cut his face and cut his bones. Sometimes, in order to cut the ideal bone shape, an iron frame was attached to the face. After the skin was stitched, he had to endure pain for several months. My stand-in told me that it felt like Like the face is not my own at all, even Ma Fei San can't relieve the pain, and can only rely on the bliss fruit to numb it. My stand-in is too small, the twelve-year-old girl is too delicate, five out of ten do not survive Xia Houlin, you didn't have the fruit of bliss, how did you survive?"
Xia Houlin licked his lips, and those years came to his mind. Bailiyuan was right, he had to endure unimaginable pain to cut bones and flesh. He remembered that he was lying in the dark meditation room and looking at the roof, his face was numb with pain. He couldn't open his mouth, and the muscles on his face were painful to the point of piercing pain. He could only drink some rice porridge every day. Although he only changed his face, his whole body was thin to the bone.
The girl on the ground was already cold, and the circle of blood spread under his feet. This kind of pain must be cruel to a twelve-year-old girl. Xia Houlin took off her outer clothes and covered her face, but fortunately, she was already dead, and she will never be in pain again.
"Brother, your younger brother spent so much effort just trying to escape from Galan." Bailiyuan tilted her head, her big dark eyes staring at Qilan for a moment, "He did succeed, Qiushan gave it to him. With his new face, Shen Jue gave him a new identity. He is no longer a Galan assassin, but a small Lord Shen who is respected by everyone in Dongchang. It's a pity..." Bailiyuan said word by word, "You are here, You ruined all his efforts. You brought him back to Jialan, and he became Xiahoulin again. Brother, you idiot, he doesn't want to be your brother at all!"
Chi Yan was stunned, his eyes widened, and snowflakes fell in front of his eyes.
"Fuck your mother!" Xiahou said angrily, "I'm standing here alive, you are talking nonsense in front of me!"
"Isn't it!" Bailiyuan laughed savagely, "Don't you want to leave Jialan, Xiahoulin! You kill your heart, you eviscerate your bones, you keep your name incognito, and you bring bath water to women in Yunxian Tower, Isn't that what it is for!"
"I..." Xiahou choked.
Bailiyuan's smile got bigger and bigger, "Brother, only I love you in this world, we are the same people, we are... brothers and sisters!"
Chi Yan lowered his eyes, his long and curled eyelashes fell with snow, like pale moth wings, perched on his thin face. Xia Houlin could not see his eyes, but he could feel the sadness in his heart.
He said softly, "Xiao Lin, I'm sorry."
Maybe Bailiyuan was right, he shouldn't have brought Xia Houlin to the snowy mountains.
He remembered the first time Xia Houlin finished consuming the fruit of bliss, sleeping on Shen Jue's lap under the sunset. Squinting, like a wild cat basking in the sun.
Chi Yan understands, what Xiaolin really yearns for is that kind of day. Perhaps only by dying under that kind of sunlight, as Shen Rin, can he gain ultimate peace.
"Bai Liyuan, you have some truth in what you said." Xia Houlin suddenly said, he looked back and looked tired, and everyone could see the sadness in this guy's eyes. Xiahou rubbed his shoulders and continued: "I really want to leave Jialan in my dreams, I think I must have committed sins in my previous life, and I was reborn in this ghost place of Jialan. But if the price of leaving Jialan is to deny me It's Xia Houlin, denying that I am Xiahou Pei's son, denying that I am the younger brother of Chian, then I should accept my fate."
Bai Liyuan clenched her fists.
"Children," Xia Houlin said, "We are brothers, we share the same blood, and we are close relatives. Although I am really not convinced that you are a big brother, you are so stupid, no matter how you look at it, I am more like a big brother. But Forget it, who asked you to give birth to your mother's womb a little earlier than me, you can be your younger brother when you are a younger brother." Xiahou scratched his head and shouted a little embarrassedly, "Brother."
Chi stared at him blankly.
This was the first time Xia Houlin called his brother.
At that moment, it was as if fine snowflakes were blooming around him. There was a slight light in Chi Yan's clear eyes, he opened his mouth and said, "Brother."
"Brother." Xiahou Rin responded.
Chibi said again: "Brother."
"..." Xia Houlin hesitated for a while, when will this be called? But Kanchi was waiting for him to speak intently, so he had to bite the bullet and say, "Brother."
Bailiyuan looked at the two people in the middle of the pond, her heart became cold every inch. She still lost, she forgot, her brothers were all burnt out in the fire, and no one called her sister even when they were alive. She remembered their disgusting eyes, the slender eyes squinting over, and the cold eyes fell on her thin body. She saw the corners of their mouths twitch coldly, and spit out a few words: "Go away, bad luck!"
She is unlucky, an evil spirit, a monster, not a sister.
"Kill them," Bailiyuan said indifferently, "let them go to hell as brothers."
In an instant, the light of the knife swept across the pond, the wind and snow could not hide the fine light of the knife, the snowflakes fell in the gap between the knife and the knife, and rose again along the wind, and rolled up to the sky, like a small white butterfly. , flapping its weak wings, it fell into Bailiyuan's palm.
Bailiyuan swayed her legs and looked at the battle in the middle of the pond. The two men started to slash with their backs against their backs. The razor-sharp knife slashed the neat fractures at an extremely powerful speed, and the broken limbs scattered on the ice surface increased at a terrifying speed.
"Beware of them pulling the wire, don't let them leave the pond!" an assassin shouted.
Assassin's shadowy owls rushed towards them like owls, and Xia Houlin's eyes were ruthless like tigers and wolves in the gap of blood and rain. He again advanced to swing the knife, and at the same time drew out the crossbow with his left hand and shot a short arrow. Black daggers cut through the icy air and plunged into the charred wood outside the pond through the gap between the two assassins.
The assassin sneered and said, "Your caliper is not very good, Xiahou Lin!"
Xia Houlin raised the corners of his mouth viciously, took a step back and turned his back to Chi Yan, "Brother, how about our brothers playing big?"
"it is good."
"Here's three for you!"
The two quickly switched positions, and at the moment of the exchange, Xia Houlin threw him a crossbow with one hand, holding a three-eyed crossbow in one hand, and the other hand in a flash, and simultaneously shot three short arrows. The assassin's chest pinned him to the thick ice. Assassins rushed forward one after another, but they seemed to weave a field that was difficult to invade. Everyone who entered the range of Momo and Bu Shenglian would be quickly strangled, and blood rained on their shoulders, and both of them were covered in blood.
Assassins gradually dared not come forward and began to roam around them. Everyone realizes that these two men are the strongest blades out of Garan. If the assassins are ghosts, then they are Senyan Shura.
"Hey, are you guys not playing anymore?" Xiahou grinned, grinning, Bai Sensen's teeth had a reckless look on his blood-stained face.
The assassins patrolled in silence, staring at the two of them with gloomy eyes.
"Then it's our turn."
Xia Houlin retracted Bu Shenglian and slowly opened his hands. Behind him, Chi Yan opened his palm in the same way. Innumerable pulling wires took shape in the wind and snow, and streams of light flashed past, and the short arrows shot by the two were connected at the end, like flying stars in the snow. The wire was beeping, and the assassins' backs were trembling finely. It turned out that they used the meteorite iron short arrow as the end point to weave a killing net!
No one has ever seen such a huge web, two people, one hundred and twelve threads, and the cobwebs generally cover almost the entire pond. The assassin who was caught in the net formation was unable to move, and watched helplessly as slender blood lines appeared on his limbs. They are the prey captured by the spider web, while Xiahou Rin and Chi Yan are spiders in the middle of the spider web, grinding their teeth to suck blood, and their fangs are fully revealed.
"There is a gap in the south!" Bailiyuan's voice suddenly rang, "There is a gap in the silk array."
Xiahou Lin was startled, and subconsciously looked towards the south. It was empty, they missed a corner, one hundred and twelve were not enough! One corner is empty!
Assassins from outside the pond gathered there, stepping on the snowflakes to approach Xiahou Lin and Chiyan step by step, the long knives in their hands were like ice, reflecting the cold and terrifying eyes of their masters.
"What if you add fifty-six more?"
A slender figure suddenly appeared in the depths of the snowy fog. Countless short arrows shot past, and the assassins fell down, wailing and being hit on the back. The man in the snowy fog, under the cover of Fei Ya, stepped on the ruins of swallows and passed over the assassin's head, landing beside Xiahou Lin. Shen Jue pulled the thread and smiled ruthlessly: "It's enough now."
"Master!" Xia Houlin stared at him in disbelief, and out of the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of his left sleeve soaked in blood, "What's wrong with your hand!"
"Shut up!" Shen Jue glanced at him and said, "I've seen through your brothers, you say it nicely, but you're a sly person behind your back! A thief, a hypocrite, he is really a good brother!"
Xia Houlin was helpless.
Chi Yan asked blankly, "Are you here to castrate your younger brother?"
Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "If you don't tell me, I forgot..."
Xia Houlin shouted in a brokenhearted voice: "Do your business, two big brothers!"
The three quickly crossed and changed positions, the wire mesh was kinked in the invisible gap, and the giant net was formed in an instant. The assassins raised their heads, as if seeing the wind and snow being cut off by the killing wire, and the fog gradually dissipated. They were trapped beasts in the wire mesh cage.
Xia Houlin licked his teeth, raised his eyes, and a clear blood color slowly emerged in his eyes.
"Hundreds of Nets Array, close!"
The three of them tightened their fingers together, the net of heaven and earth shrank into knots in an instant, the assassin's body was strangled in an instant, and the blood bloomed into flowers in the air. The blood dripped on the ice surface, soaked and infiltrated, the entire ice surface was dyed bright red, and the pond became a blood-colored cold pond.
Bailiyuan stared blankly at the situation below, and snowflakes were falling in front of her eyes. She listened to the screams and wailing of the assassins and stared blankly into the distance. In a trance, she seemed to hear the voice of Sister Ah Chu, coming from a distance along the wafting wind, as if she had traveled thousands of miles of mountains, rivers and rivers.
"A Yuan—"
It's an illusion, she thought, Sister Ah Chi hates her so much, like she hates an enemy.