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The hands under the monk's cassock trembled slightly.

Facing such a question, he just looked solemn and opened and closed his lips many times, but in the end he still didn't answer anything.

He couldn't answer anything.

Even if it is the Buddha who serves, it is no problem for him to answer these questions to the necessary degree of completeness under the watchful eyes of this adult.

The monk sighed softly, with a complicated and sad expression on his face.His eyes fell on the front, but he seemed to be looking at a certain point in the distance.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly raised his hand and performed the Buddhist salute.

"Today is a refreshing dish, I hope it can match your appetite," the monk said calmly, bowing his body so that his face had regained his composure.

He said these trivial things in his mouth, like a deep pool that no longer rippled, as if the sharp conversation just now had never happened at all.

There was a chuckle from inside the room.

Very light, like a wisp of mist emerging and dissipating in an instant.

If it wasn't for Xiwan as Fusangshen, his hearing power was much better than ordinary people, and he wouldn't be able to hear this chuckle in his current hiding position.

But not far away, facing the monk in the house, he must be able to hear the laughter, and also the casual sarcasm in the laughter.

But as if he didn't hear anything, he introduced all the dishes at a leisurely speed as if nothing had happened, and didn't stop until the last one was over.

Apart from the chuckle just now, there was no other response in the room.

However, the monk himself did not expect any further reply.

"Please take it easy, the monk will come to visit tomorrow," the monk bowed, and led several other monks away.

If Keimaru was not mistaken, before the monk left, he took one last look into the house with his eyes strengthened.

Kinemaru frowned.

Although he had only met the monk not long ago, the conversation just now was enough to make the monk cast a gray cloud on him and make him unhappy.

Besides, there was another voice, the people in the room were clearly——

Mustache cut.

It stands to reason that now Kewan should go out openly, instead of hiding his figure carefully and shrinking in a corner, for fear of being discovered by others.

However, Keimaru clenched his fist and didn't take a step in a daze.

The emotions surging in my heart were mixed together, as if they were violently stirred, and became a mess, and I couldn't tell what it was like.

Old things were also stirred out.

The remnants of summer floating in the air gathered together, stuffed those old things in his heart, mixed in some fresh things, grew and fermented, and swallowed his entire chest bit by bit.

He should be out.

If not far away, the mustache in the house is the sister he is looking for.

But no.Katsumaru could tell that it wasn't what he was looking for, the Higakiri who belonged to his time, or the excessive Higakiri who really lived in this Kamakura era.

Everything that Kenmaru saw just now was the history that my sister really experienced and faced alone after he disappeared and his whereabouts were unknown.

Thinking of this, Kagemaru felt an indescribable pain in every inch of his body.

But he knew very clearly in his heart that "Kenmaru" should not appear where "Higakiri" would be at this time.

Even if he appeared, so what, in the end he was powerless to the established history.

It's better to simply maintain the status quo and completely hide your traces.

Gritting his teeth, Keimaru took out the time-space converter from his arms, wanting to make a second conversion attempt following the connection with his sister.

But after taking out the machine, Kagemaru found that the thing that was fine not long ago was like scrap iron in his hand, completely unresponsive.

Kagemaru's heart sank suddenly.

Is it because it is not positioned according to the normal way to perform time-space conversion, so such a portable converter cannot immediately bear the energy of the second time-space conversion...?

At any rate, I also learned a lot about the current affairs, and Kagemaru soon had a rough guess.

The problem is serious.

Which means he'll have to stay in the Kamakura period for a while before he can try again...

Wait, footsteps?

Although it was very slight, Kemaru, who had been tense all the time, still caught the sound of footsteps—maybe it was because it was Hikiri.

Kemaru hurriedly stuffed the time-space converter back into his clothes, turned around and wanted to leave.

But he was grabbed by the hand.

"Thin green?"

Higakiri's body temperature has never been high, and now in this season when the sticky summer smell still remains, the slightly cool temperature penetrates from the soft palm to the skin on the wrist of Kagemaru.

When Keimaru heard that Higakiri called out his name correctly, he simulated a human heart and flew high.

I can no longer move my feet.

He turned around slowly, and the first thing he saw was Hidekiri's pair of golden eyes similar to his.

Kagemaru was suddenly in a trance.

So in a place that he didn't see, is that what the older sister of the Kamakura period looked like?

Mustache cut his long hair loosely tied behind his back.And probably because of being in the temple, the style she wore was very plain, and at first glance, there was a bit of real softness on her body.

Now, there was a rare stunned look on Mustache's face.

She looked at the knee pill with a bit of disbelief in her eyes, and blinked a few times vigorously during the period, as if to make sure that she had read correctly.

Determine if this is her brother who has not been heard from.

"...It's really you," Higakiri seemed to want to smile, but he didn't laugh in the end, "Brother."

It was as if Xiwan's heart had been hammered hard, making his whole chest feel stuffy and painful.

Did he actually let his sister show such an expression?

But at the same time, he found that he was actually a little happy.

This is despicable, childish like those stupid human beings who use the way of hurting others to determine their importance in the other party's heart.

Katsumaru held out his hand to Hikari.

Originally, he thought that he should give his sister a hug in the Kamakura era, but based on his understanding of her sister, he knew that the sister at this moment probably would not want such a hug that could be associated with the feeling of protecting the weak.

So in the end he just put his hand on Mustache's cheek, and gently brushed the corner of her eyes with his thumb.

Katsumaru's lips quivered a few times.

"Sister, it's me."

"do not Cry."

The wind gently brushed Hikiri's eyes, making her eyes a little dry.

Hikikori blinked, then smiled lightly.

It was completely different from the mocking chuckle he gave to the monk just now, it was as gentle and gentle as the gust of wind just now.

"What are you talking about, brother, isn't it a pleasure to see you? Why am I crying?"

She has completely put away the little gaffe just now, only the extra forceful eyes when she looked at Kagemaru still left traces.

"It's you, brother, don't cry," said the familiar tone with memories of the past knee pill.

Kagemaru felt much more at ease.

In fact, when he saw his sister for the first time just now, he actually felt a strange distance.

It is probably because of the elusive sense of uncertainty when the whole blade of Mustakiri was wafting up with the fragrance of Buddha after staying in the Buddhist temple for a while.

Looking at his mustache now, it's like a cloud has fallen to the ground, and finally it really exists.

Kemaru obediently followed Higekiri out of this corner, turned around and entered the room that he had been unable to see from the angle just now.

It is indeed time to go in, the position just now is not the place to talk.Kemimaru understands that being seen by Higakiri is the limit, "Tachimaru" who shouldn't appear here must never be seen by other people, such as those monks.

Walking into the room, Keemaru instinctively observed the situation in the room for the first time.

The structure and decoration are very simple, and you can understand it in your heart at a glance.

The outside room is empty, and it can be seen that the various layouts are not from Higakiri's preference, probably all prepared by the monks of the temple according to the specifications.On the contrary, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk in the corner, and the Buddhist scriptures that were half-read, with a blank paper in between, can be seen the traces of mustache cutting.

As for the inside, because the shoji door is only half closed, Keimaru can see some of it, it's just an ordinary dormitory with no characteristics.However, the bed was not put away, it was roughly rolled up and pushed into a corner.

Katsumaru sighed in displeasure.

These monks in the temple really don't know how to take care of my sister.

Thinking about it this way, Kemimaru couldn't help but want to ask about Higakiri's life in the Kamakura period.

In fact, after the reunion in modern times, Kagemaru has always maintained a tacit understanding with her sister, and did not deliberately ask her how her past was, and the same is true for her sister.

For Toujian Fusangshen, the encounter at this moment is enough, the past is just buried in the dust of time along with history, it is no big deal.

But facing the older sister in the past, Kagemaru couldn't help but want to ask.

When he just turned his head to ask about Mustache, he saw her sitting upright on the side, looking at him with a smile.

As if that was enough.

Seeing Keemaru turn around, Higekiri slightly tilted his head.

Then she spoke first.

"What's your brother's name now?"

Keimaru was thinking about how to inquire about Higakiri's living conditions, when she heard her suddenly ask, he couldn't help but froze, "Huh?"

"Kemararu, Spider Kirimaru, Houmaru, Thin Green..." Higakiri counted the names of Kemaru from the Heian era one by one, wrenching his fingers.

Hearing that her sister had reported all her names so accurately and accurately, the emotions in Keemaru's heart were completely different from when she was handed over "Thin Green" correctly just now.

This is a scene that he only sees in his dreams!

Then after a brief moment of excitement, Kemaru reacted quickly and realized that there was something wrong with Hikiri's tone.

"So," Higakiri asked, looking at Kemaru after counting the names, "what's your brother's name now?"

Knee Maru said: "Why...ask me so suddenly?"

Hikakiri's eyes were imprinted with the eyes of the knee ball, and his voice softly passed by his ears: "Brother, isn't it the 'now' younger brother? Maybe he was given a new name before I knew it. . Well, it’s not like this kind of thing never happened before.”