Rebirth of Beigu Sirius

After three years of separation, yin and yang are divided into two, and the Wuling wind rises again in Junfengtang.

Yun Zhuo held the golden tassel tassels placed in front of the altar in his palm, and the past seems to be still vivid in his mind.

The face of Xiaotuanzi in his arms was stained with tears. He adjusted the clothes for the child, and raised his hand to wipe the pent-up tears from the corners of his eyes:

"Weihan, if I remember correctly, you are sixteen this year?"

Bai Xiaohong rolled her eyes and nodded.

"very nice……"

That's great, the child I saved in exchange for my life, although his appearance and clothes have changed a lot since then, at least he is still living in the world safely and happily...

"Although it's been three years, I've finally brought you to Wuling..."

In the Junfeng Hall, a big and a small reunite after a long absence, embracing and choking.He sighed softly, and for the first time in his life, he felt that the heavens still had pity on him in the midst of the turmoil.

Unexpectedly, before the silence lasted for a moment, the door hinge behind him suddenly creaked, and the cold wind passed through the hall. Several servants came from outside the hall, walking hurriedly, holding weapons, and surrounded the two of them.

"Yun Qianxuan! You still have the face to come back!"

The leader surrounded by them was tall and straight, wearing a white robe with the patriarch's crest embroidered on it.Seeing this, he immediately shouted loudly, followed by all the servants and stepped in, holding the sword in his right hand, and pointing the blade straight at Yun Zhuo.

"If Young Master Situ hadn't told me that you used magic tricks in Wangquan Town, I would almost have believed in Situ Lin's nonsense again like that in Chang'an City!"

Yunhua's face was black and black, he tossed his robe sleeves, and said angrily: "You killed your father and betrayed your teacher, and you have a bloody debt, you have the face to face your ancestors in this Junfengtang?!"

The identity of the visitor and the reason for coming here are self-evident, Yun Zhuo stared at the cold white blade in a daze for a moment.After waiting for a moment of silence, he finally took a deep breath, made up his mind, and turned towards the door: "Brother."

The elder brother who grew up under the same roof in the past has changed from a calm boy to the head of the family. His eyebrows and eyes seem to remain the same, and his white robe is still flickering, but his eyes are immature, and every word and every word is filled with deep hatred.

He met the man's angry eyes.

A year of wandering, three years of death, and a corpse returning to life... From the time of escaping from the Hall of Flame and Poison, to the indignation of bearing human life and death on the cliff, the two of them have waited too long for this peaceful moment of facing each other.

Although many years have passed, the obsession with defamation and falsehood has long been said too late, but in front of relatives, who wouldn't want to ask for clarity?

Yun Zhuo took the sword edge with two fingers, and said in a low voice: "After the second brother woke up from Nanzhao's serious injury, did he say anything to you about that day in the Palace of Flame and Poison?"

"What did you say?!"

The anger on Yunhua's face remained undiminished: "You said you were trying to save the half-dead people in that city? Strip your bones for medicine?"

Yun Zhuo nodded, regretfully said: "I don't want to beg for mercy..."

"What did you say, begging for mercy?"

Unexpectedly, Yunhua's expression changed slightly when he heard the words, but he was still furious and cold. He still pointed at Yun Zhuo's heart: "Chou Lian? Cry Lian! Hahaha, what a Cry Lian!"

The sword in his hand trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Do you think that in order to save people's lives, go to cooperate with the Temple of Flame and Poison, strip bones and change medicines, and benefit the common people, isn't it great?!"

"I……"

The cause and effect of all kinds of mistakes in the previous life gradually reappeared in front of my eyes.Thinking of the scarlet blood that could not be erased in front of the Yandu Palace, Yun Zhuo lowered his head and bit his lower lip until it turned white.

"Where is the father!!"

As soon as these three words were uttered, Yunhua became emotionally unstable, and shouted in a stern voice: "I'm asking you! Where's the father?!"

"...You go to be a hero to save people, go to the Hall of Fire and Poison to deal with the rebels, that is your responsibility alone, and I have no right to interfere."

The young man in white took a deep breath, and his normally upright figure trembled slightly: "But you, why did you kill father? And why, for a family of sinners, bloodbath that cloud cliff full of palace..."

He paused again and said: "...Daddy He Gu, Qing Qing He Gu, those hundreds of disciples of Yunya, He Gu!"

Every word is heart-wrenching, Yun Zhuo doesn't know how to explain it, so he can only sigh: "I..."

"No! You, you nonsense!"

Unexpectedly, when the two were in a stalemate, Bai Xiao, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't hold back his emotions, he jumped forward and stretched his arms to stop him.

The young man's voice still carried the lingering cry, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes: "My father is not a sinner, and neither is Brother Qianxuan!"

"you!"

Seeing the young man in Tsing Yi, Yun Hua froze even more with anger: "Son of a sinner! How dare you argue?!"

He raised the long sword in his hand, and the edge of the blade drew blood on the young man's white neck: "Three years ago, Yunya Palace failed to kill you, believe it or not, I am doing justice for the sky today?!"

"I, I'm not afraid!"

Bai Xiao clenched his hands into fists, but his eyes were very firm. Seeing that the sword light was about to fall, he also trembled and did not take half a step back.

"All stop."

The strings of the three people in the hall were tense, and there was another low shout from outside the door. One person broke through the encirclement of the servants and stepped in. The elegant purple clothes and black cloak were particularly eye-catching among the white people of the Yun family, and the autumn wind blew past. , Slightly exuded.

Situ Lin looked at the slumped Yun Zhuo and the trembling Bai Xiao, stood with his fan in his hand, his face sullen: "Mr. Qilin, keep people under the sword."

"you again!"

Seeing who it was, Yunhua squinted his eyes, but did not move his long sword.

He snorted coldly: "Master Mozun, why, are you here to stir up this muddy water again now, to protect these two sinful people?!"

"not me."

Situ Lin's expression didn't change, and he slowly twisted his waist from his waist, pointing to the open door: "It's Mr. Bai Ze, he has something to tell you."

"Second brother?"

Yun Zhuo raised his eyes in astonishment when he heard the words, and looked sequentially, only to see a figure in white staggering behind Situ Lin.

The young man who was originally smiling elegantly now looked distraught, his trembling right hand was barely covering his forehead, and he was clenching his teeth tightly as if he was enduring severe pain.

"Brother...don't hurt third brother!"

Yun Chen's voice was urgent, and his steps were extremely unsteady. When he stepped into the room, he didn't check for a moment, but he tripped over the threshold and knelt down in front of Yun Hua.

"Second brother?"

This fell hard, and the forehead of the person kneeling in front of him broke out in cold sweat. Seeing this, Yunhua didn't care to speak out against the two people in front of him, and hurriedly reached out to help him: "What's wrong with the second brother, but that Situ Lin hurt you?" Injuried?"

"...I'm fine."

Yunchen stood up slowly with his strength, but his two hands used strength to hold Yunhua's wrist even tighter.

Sadness appeared in the corners of the young man's eyes, he took a deep breath, shook his head at Yunhua as if he had exhausted all his strength, and said, "Brother, I remembered, we were the ones who wrongly blamed the third younger brother, and he wasn't the one who killed father back then. ..."

"What nonsense are you talking about!?"

When Yun Hua heard this, he almost didn't think about it: "Qing Qing and I inspected Dad's body back then, and the fatal wound was clearly caused by Wu Qi Sword!"

"But that sword was not stabbed by him!"

Yun Chen wept blood with every word, and actually made Yun Hua stand on the spot in a daze.

"Second brother?"

Yun Zhuo heard the words, as if struck by lightning, his mind went blank with a buzz, and he took a few steps back: "You, what did you say?!"

...Three years ago, didn't you stab the sword in your father's body?

Then why did Wuqi still hold it in his hand after regaining consciousness?

Messy memories were tangled together, he raised his forehead, but he couldn't remember what happened in the Hall of Fire and Poison in the darkness of consciousness after he drew his sword that year.

"Brother, you never thought that the third younger brother just lost his demon bone at that time, how could he possibly beat his father with deep inner strength..."

Seeing that Yun Hua was silent, Yun Chen shook his head and choked up again: "That sword was someone else borrowing a knife to kill someone when he was unconscious!"

"Borrowing a knife to kill someone? It wasn't him, the one who stabbed him?"

Yun Hua muttered these few words, his brows frowned, and the sword in his hand lost its strength and drooped slightly.While backing away again and again, he slammed his body against the low ebony table, causing the neatly placed offerings to sway.

He shook his head in disbelief and said: "Nonsense, nonsense! Since this matter...why didn't you say it earlier? Why did you say it now?"

"Because Mr. Bai Ze was murdered in the Hall of Flame and Poison, and his memory of that day was sealed."

There was another steady voice at the door, and Situ Lin, who entered slowly, spread out the black folding fan, raised his right hand, and handed it to the three brothers in front of the hall.

On the fan, three blood-stained silver needles glowed coldly.

He said: "I found this behind Bai Zejun's head. It has been hidden for a long time and it took a lot of effort."

...Silver needle, memory blockade?

...Father, I didn't kill you?

Thinking of Yun Chen's headache in Wangquan Town, Yun Zhuo stared blankly at the fan, then lowered his head and turned to his hands after a while.

——Although after four years, there is no room for turning back the regrets of the past, but knowing the truth today, how can we say that we are not shocked?

He stared blankly at Yun Chen, and murmured: "Second brother, what happened back then?"

"Third brother, the person who killed father was not you..."

Recalling the past, Yun Chen clenched his fists in pain: "At that time, you were holding a sword and trying to fight that Nanzhao thief, and your father was there... But someone pushed you, and you were unconscious and couldn't do it. Control it, Wuqi seriously injured Dad just now."

He paused, and then said: "I saw this and hurried to stop it, but I was injured by the needle in the sleeve of the Nanzhao thief, and fainted on the spot. I have been in a daze until now. Only when the silver needle is pulled out will I know the truth..."

"What did you say?!"

Yunhua's eyes widened sharply: "The third brother was pushed by others? And you, too, have lost your memory?"

"Let me tell the complete story to Mr. Qilin."

Situ Lin lightly folded the fan into his arms, skipped over the two people on the ground, took a few steps forward, and grabbed Yun Zhuo, who was walking unsteadily: "In the past, the Flame and Poison Evil Palace controlled Gu and sold poison, and Yunlai City has hundreds of people. Life is at stake, and the Central Plains doctors are helpless. At the time of the crisis, Yun Zhuo reached a deal with Yan Du, peeling his own demon bones in exchange for an antidote, but he didn't want the old Patriarch Yun to come here with half-knowledge, thinking that his youngest son was in touch with Nanzhao, Be furious."

He paused, and then said: "Finally, in the chaos of the dispute, the delirious Yun Zhuo accidentally injured his biological father while the thieves were pushing and shoving. And the Yandu Temple was already afraid of the power of the five factions in the Central Plains, and at this moment, it was even more afraid that the world would not be able to deal with it." Taking advantage of the chaos, they sneaked up on Mr. Bai Ze who was the only witness to the truth, sealed his memory with a silver needle, and then pushed all the crimes on the unconscious Yun Zhuo, instigating him to escape. So far, as long as they Keep your mouth shut, the person involved died or was injured or fled, and the latecomers will not know what happened that day. In addition, when you and Palace Master Tao came, they offered the antidote and pretended to be innocent. The misunderstanding will naturally deepen, which is really good Watching the fire from the other side, sowing discord."

"What are you talking about, sowing...divorce?"

As the words fell into his ears, Yun Hua turned his head in a daze, and looked at the calm young man in purple clothes. His lips moved up and down for a long time, but in the end he only let out a wry smile: "Situ Ruzhi, what are you trying to tell me this time? My father Is his death the fault of Yandu? Also, have I wrongly hated someone for more than three years?"

"...The Evil Palace is naturally hateful, but with Patriarch Yun's talents, if he had trusted his brother more and doubted the thief more, maybe he would have discovered something strange, maybe the result today is not like this .”

There was no change on Situ Lin's face, and he sighed again after speaking: "It's been many years since this incident, and many mistakes and mistakes have long been impossible to recover. I don't want to tell you anything, but the truth back then was like this."

"The truth? Haha, what a truth!"

Yunhua smiled wryly, his eyes were dull, and the embroidered pine pattern on the golden silk white robe seemed to be dimmed by three points: "So now that the evil palace is destroyed, the death of the third brother and father, and the injury of the second brother are still there. With that change in the Yunya Palace, is it because I wrongly hated one person and was obsessed with it?!"

"Brother! No, no, I don't blame you, and I don't blame third brother, it's all my fault..."

As the words fell into his ears, Yun Chen on one side suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Yunhua's stiff shoulders, and his fingers sank deeply into the snow-white cloth.

He shook his head and choked with sobs: "I let the real thief take advantage of the loophole and succeed in the sneak attack. If the Nanzhao thief hadn't taken the opportunity to push him, if the thief hadn't pushed him...it wouldn't be here..."

"No! Impossible! Impossible!"

No longer interested in listening to other people's words, Yunhua froze, and pressed Yunchen's arm, as if grasping the last sliver of ridiculous hope, looking at Situ Lin with the last remaining strength.

He whispered: "This is not true, Situ Lin, it must be because of your grudge against me because of the third younger brother, that you lied to my second younger brother by talking nonsense, right..."

"Do not."

With a decisive answer, Situ Lin tightly hugged Yun Zhuo's arm, as if he had known this would happen, and let out a sneer that seemed to be angry but not angry: "The Yandu Palace has now been destroyed by the Central Plains martial arts, and the prisoners have intercepted all the supplies. They are all temporarily placed in the indeterminate temple..."

He glanced at Yunhua on the ground again, with a slight disdain in his eyes: "If Lord Qilin doesn't believe you, you can go to Zhongnan Mountain to listen to the confessions of those people. At that time, you don't need to ask yourself to know whether it is true or not."

"What, confession?"

These words, like the last straw that crushed the camel's camel, finally drained Yunhua's last trace of strength. The majesty of Patriarch Yun, who had been so glorious in the past, was completely gone at this moment. He messed up his black hair in embarrassment and sat on the ground slumped .

As if he had heard some joke, he let out a dumb laugh from the depths of his throat, and murmured: "How is it possible, how is this possible... I have hated for more than three years, but I hated the wrong person?"

"Brother Rin."

Inexplicably being told the "truth" by someone, and being held in his arms inexplicably, Yun Zhuo also felt one head and two big at this moment, entangled for a long time, which can be regarded as suppressing the turbulent thoughts.

He looked at the two brothers who were sad and angry on the ground, and then stretched out his hand to poke the shoulder of the person behind him: "You went to my second brother just now because of this..."

Situ Lin nodded.

"Hey……"

He rubbed his head again and sighed: "So many things happened in that palace, but I, the client, don't know anything..."

If the truth could be revealed three years earlier, perhaps there would not be layers of misunderstandings and so many injustices.

"You died in a daze, what can you know?"

Situ Lin looked at Yun Zhuo with a slightly pale expression on his face, and raised his hand to pinch his nose: "I was pretty stupid back then."

"Hey, you!"

The person in front of him never forgot to push his nose up and tease himself at such a time. Yun Zhuo's gratitude that had just surfaced in his heart was suddenly pushed aside, and he raised his fist and was about to hit him.

"...I am?" Situ Lin vacantly stretched out his palm and took over his fist.

"Yun Zhuo!"

Unexpectedly, before the two of them started to quarrel, Yun Hua, who had been stunned for a long time, seemed to have finally regained his sense of reason, looking at the ground and making a deep noise.

He suddenly raised his head, not knowing who he was competing with, he struggled to walk in front of Yun Zhuo's ridiculous "spiritual seat".

——The plate containing the sweet-scented osmanthus cake was empty, and the black spirit tablet stood quietly.

Yunhua raised his sleeves, flipped the sign to the ground, poked his fingers in, and made a sound.

——Behind the niche, there is a slender hidden compartment, in which a sword sits. Although there is no decoration, it is sharp.

"I blamed you for my father's hatred, but Yunya's blood can't be forgotten either."

He threw the sword at Yun Zhuo's feet, and said every word: "Take it and leave, you and I will be clean from now on."

"No wonder?"

The crisp sound of metal hitting the ground was heard, and Yun Zhuo realized what the naked sword was, so he quickly picked it up and drew it out.

——The double-edged blade is cold, its light is like a white rainbow, and it is as sharp as before.

"I don't want to be separated for three years, but I can still take you out of the sheath again."

He stroked the familiar thin blade, and thought of the "Wu Qi" that was broken in Wangquan Town. Although he was inevitably full of disappointment, a smile finally appeared in his eyes.

Seeing the person in front of him putting his sword back into its sheath, with the corners of his lips slightly raised, Situ Lin also looked a little pale, took the closed folding fan and knocked on the person's arm, shook his head and pretended to sigh: "Oh, I'm so kind to tell the truth, but this Throwing things to drive people away, it seems that Lord Qilin really doesn't welcome us..."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Yunhua with a dark face on the ground, turned around and waved to Bai Xiao who had stood by for a long time:

"gone."