Chapter 312 Assassin

Ye Piaoling was stunned, silent for a moment, and then said, "Brother Han, since you are familiar with Buddhism, can you read a scripture so that I can enjoy a moment of peace?"

Qin Yan said, "Then I'll read a Heart Sutra, which may help you a little." But I thought, although I am familiar with Buddhist scriptures, I am often troubled and confused. How can I give you peace? It's just to make you feel a little psychological comfort by reading the scriptures and rhyme.

He lowered his hand solemnly, turned around and walked out a few steps, and said in a low voice, "When you look at the Bodhisattva, you can practice deep Prajna Paramita. Seeing that the five aggregates are empty, all sufferings..." He had seen the illusion in the magic door, so he followed it, and his tone was sometimes soothing and sometimes solemn. With the far-reaching words in the scriptures, he suddenly showed an intoxicating charm.

Ye Piaoling leaned his back against the window sill, watched him walk with his hands behind his back in the room, and listened to the mellow wine-like chanting sound. His mind was indeed pulled by it, and thousands of troubles in his heart gradually calmed down and sank into the atmosphere that Qin Yan deliberately created the "settling" atmosphere.

"No hindrance, no horror, stay away from the upside-down dream, what is Nirvana..." When he read here, Qin Yan was walking to the door. At this time, he suddenly heard a cold hum outside the house, and Liu Wanyun's voice sounded faintly: "What is an upside-down dream? Buddha boasts of wisdom, but he only saves others by himself. Not everyone likes that kind of empty and tasteless liberation and happiness. He is just addicted to it. Why do you say that our lustful behavior is false?

Qin Yan was stunned, and the chanting stopped abruptly.

Then he heard a squeak, and the door was pushed open. Liu Wanyun walked in with a cold face. He glanced at Qin Yan and Ye Piaoling and said lightly, "Mr. Han is really elegant. He is still busy in the middle of the night. I don't know if Mr. Han has made an order at Ciyun Temple and donated how much incense money?

Hearing her obviously sarcastic tone, Qin Yan just smiled: "So Miss Liu didn't sleep."

Liu Wanyun sneered and said, "How dare I sleep! One of you is busy reading scriptures to deceive people, and the other is only concerned about helping others lie to yourself. Haven't you found that this room has been fascinated by people?

Qin Yan and Ye Piaoling both changed their faces when they heard the words. Qin Yan sniffed and sniffed a faint smell. In the future, before they could open their mouths, they heard the sound of broken tables and chairs fighting from the house next door. At the same time, Ye Piaolu by the window sill suddenly turned around, avoided a hidden weapon, and then strode to the middle of the room.

As soon as he ran three steps, the window sill behind him was smashed by a fierce force. A figure in the wood chips flew out, and the long sword in his palm drew a sharp sound of breaking the air and hit the back of Ye Piaoling's neck. Liu Wanyun's eyebrows stood up, and her slender hand raised, and three silver needles brushed Ye Piaoling's ear and stab the assassin's forehead and throat. The assassin's sword swept away the silver needle, but his murderous intention condensed a little by a little was also slightly frustrated. Ye Piaoling took the opportunity to run back to Liu Wanyun and pulled out the long sword behind him.

The assassin lost the opportunity and stopped chasing. He stayed quietly in place and glanced at Qin Yan's faces one by one. Qin Yan was glanced at by him and felt a little numb on his face. From this, it can be seen that the body must be piled up under this person's feet.

Liu Wanyun stared at the man and said coldly, "The famous 'Listen to the Snow Sword' is not much different from the grasshopper! Do you have the nerve to take out this kind of promiscuous means of drunken Longxiang?

The "Listening Snow Sword" is masked in black, with a medium figure, and the weapon in his hand is also a common fine iron sword in the blacksmith's shop. There is nothing special about his whole body. His eyes on Liu Wanyun flashed with a wisp of surprise in his eyes, as if he was surprised at how the woman recognized his identity at a glance.

Liu Wanyun raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raised a cold smile, and said, " Even the people in the Moon Villa have been invited to move. It seems that your good uncle has made a lot of blood. If you pretend to be dead and hide for a while and let this Xuejian get the reward, maybe you can directly beat your good uncle back to his original form!"

Ye Piaoling seemed to think of something bad, frowned and didn't say anything.

The man who listened to the snow sword did not speak. He just stood there silently, looming murderous, like a clay statue. He did not move, as if he could maintain this posture until permanent, but the hearts of the three people in the room were hung by him, and they did not dare to relax or break the balance rashly.

Qin Yan saw that the snow sword was in a mysterious state. He did not need much effort to maintain this standing posture, but he could launch a shocking blow at any time, which was simply a model of a lasting confrontation. If it goes on like this, the spirit of the three people may soon be exhausted, thus giving him a chance.

'I seem to have heard of this nickname of Xuejian, which seems to be better than that of Heiyan. But if you dare to work hard with me, you are still too young!'

Although he thought so, Qin Yan couldn't help but feel anxious when he heard the noise of fighting outside the house getting louder and worse. I don't know how many enemies there are outside. Fang Qiuyao's fancy shelf may be tragic at any time, and time is by no means on his side. He glanced around and suddenly caught a glimpse of a long sword hanging diagonally at the head of the bed not far away. He was overjoyed and took a few steps to pull the sword out of its sheath. Although it was just an ordinary iron sword, it suddenly gave him a sense of confidence. He pointed to the assassin with a sword and said, "Brother, I think your standing posture is really standard. You must have been very careful when you were trained when you were a child, right?"

His inexplicable words made Xuejian's eyes suddenly change and stare at him fiercely.

Qin Yan held the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice, "Many people don't know that every word of the leader has his reason, so they are all dead. Only smart and obedient children like you can survive. However, I want to remind you that what the instructor said may not be right. For example, your current posture is standard, but in this environment, if you lower your buttocks by half an inch and open your thighs a little more, it may be more labor-saving..."

Liu Wanyun suddenly interrupted and said, "Brother Han, you shouldn't just look at that part of others. As far as I know, Xuejian seems to be a woman."

"Oh, it's a woman?" There was undisguised surprise in Qin Yan's tone.

The murderous spirit in Xue Jian's eyes became stronger. She stared at Qin Yan, and her gloomy eyes pierced his face, like a needle prick.

But Qin Yan resisted the retreat from instinctive fear, and his eyes were still turning on the snow sword with interest, and his hot eyes were almost like stripping her all over.