【Nanzawa / Thousand Noodles House / Once】

A young boy sits on the floor of a wooden house. The air in Nanzawa was always slightly humid, giving the hard planks a moist softness.

The boy always sat on the ground, and the touch of the plank made him feel very reassuring.

He fiddled with a mask in his hand, and the four walls of the wooden house were full of masks. There are old people, there are children, there are young men, there are twenty-eight girls......

The lifelike masks are just like the real thing.

He has loved these masks since he was a child. It is said that when he was a baby, he could raise his hand and point to the mask on the wall and cry.

The parents thought he was scared, and they were worried about the child born in the thousand-faced family, how could it be good to be afraid of the mask?

Not wanting to wait for his parents to remove the mask, he cried even more so much that he even kicked his legs.

His parents took a mask and put it in his arms, but he continued to cry until the best mask was put into his arms, and he stopped crying.

......

The door to the cabin opened, and a middle-aged man walked in, and the boy turned his head to look at him.

"Daddy. The boy spoke, "Look!"

As he spoke, he raised the mask in his hand above his head as if offering a treasure.

It was a mask as thin as a cicada's wings, a girl in the prime of her life, her eyes closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her lips like petals slightly opened, as if she was breathing.

The middle-aged man glanced at it twice, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he praised it: "Yes, the craftsmanship is becoming more and more exquisite." In another year, you can let grandpa take you into the Tibetan scripture tower and comprehend the most profound disguise technique of your clan. ”

"The deepest transfiguration, will Daddy too?" the boy asked, looking up.

"Daddy won't, and neither will Grandpa. Daddy hopes that Xiaojie will be the first to comprehend it. ”

"How powerful is the deepest transfiguration?" the boy asked.

"You don't need a mask, you can change your face out of thin air. The man said softly, "For thousands of years, only the First Ancestor of our Thousand Faces Clan can do it. For this reason, the clan calls the Ancestor the One of a Thousand Faces. This is the highest honor of the clan. ”

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[East China Sea/Fantasy/Present]

Xue Yuan knelt down next to Yan Yuting's corpse and reached out to close her eyes for her.

But the woman's eyelids were like iron, and she couldn't close them in any way.

"Sister Yan, don't worry, I will do my best to save your companions. ”

Xue Yuan said in a deep voice in Yan Yuting's ear.

Then he took off the black cloak that concealed his identity and covered Yan Yuting's body.

His bright snow-white silver-veined brocade robe was especially dazzling in this illusion. But he didn't care anymore. He looked back at Luo Xi beside him: "Ah Luo, you use the fastest wind spirit technique to follow me." ”

"Hmm. Luo Xi nodded, and the orange skirt sleeves fell together, and the faint orange light surrounded her in a circle, turning into light gold.

Xue Yuan nodded, and as soon as he stepped on the silver boots, he flew in the direction where the white-clothed man who killed Yan Yuting disappeared.

A golden light flashed in Luoxi's pupils, and as soon as he raised his foot, the spiritual power in his hand was activated, and the golden spiritual light condensed into translucent wings spread along the skirt, following closely behind.

The snow source jumped on the branches, spreading the wind and snow around him little by little, this is a unique search technique in the Northland, within fifteen meters in all directions beside the snow source, in the wind-covered land, not a grain of sand can escape the eyes of this search technique.

Xue Yuan let go of the Northland Ice Spirit Technique without any scruples.

Luo Xi followed behind him, unleashing the Wind Spirit Technique to protect the back of the Snow Source.

The nerves of the two were tense, and Yan Yuting fell in front of them like this, so that they no longer dared to be careless.

The two of them ran in the wind for an unknown amount of time, and Xue Yuan turned his head sideways.

"Found it. Xue Yuan said to Luoxi.

Luo Xi squinted, and sure enough, he saw an inconspicuous white shadow between the branches not far in front of him.

"Ah Luo, dodge and protect yourself!" said Xue Yuan, who rushed forward and pulled out the long knife at his waist. Straight towards the white shadow.

The white shadow didn't seem too surprised to see Gongzi Xueyuan, he stretched out his hand and jumped back quickly, and raised his hand slightly, and a very thin golden wire shot straight towards Xueyuan.

Xue Yuan squinted, not at all intend to retreat or sideways, the long knife blade in his hand lit up with cold light, and stabbed straight towards the golden wire.

The tip of the golden wire hit the tip of the long knife, and a few points of ice blue and light gold intertwined fire heart flew out, and then the toughest worm silk of the day, the so-called knife cutting continuous worm silk, was cut into the long knife from the tip and divided into two halves.

The silk thread that had been split in half was frozen by the Ice Spirit Technique, and it shattered and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Luo Xi stood aside, almost stunned, these were all things that happened in an instant. In the time she couldn't breathe, they had already completed such a thrilling battle.

Ah Luo dodged away and protected herself! Xue Yuan's blurted out words made her heart sink, and an inexplicable astringency surged into her heart.

Although Luo Xi is a little arrogant, he is very careful at the critical moment. How could she not see that she was dragging down the snow source. Even the speed of the snow source tracking just now slowed down slightly because he was worried that he would not be able to keep up.

But...... Luo Xi suppressed the emotions that surged up inexplicably in her heart, there are some things, she doesn't regret it, she will never regret it......

The man in white took back the ruined worm silk and stood on the branch of the tree with a strange smile. That weird, schadenfreude laugh is really unpleasant.

After Xue Yuan cut through the worm silk, he did not stop because the other party withdrew his weapon, but did not pause to pick up the long knife and slash towards the white shadow again.

The man in white naturally understood that Xue Yuan would definitely not give up, of course, he had already taken precautions, he raised his hands, and five, six, seven, and eight hundred insect silks condensed with spiritual power were entangled in Xue Yuan from all directions.

The thread is so thin and fast that it is impossible to prevent.

But Xue Yuan faced such a difficult weapon, and easily avoided one after another.

When he was studying art beside the female monarch of the East China Sea, the female monarch once asked him to exercise his eyesight hard.

Today's spirit masters only focus on spiritual power and spiritual arts, and they don't deliberately exercise these at all, and the old-fashioned teaching of the female monarch has made Xue Yuan wonder. In this regard, the female monarch said that this was an important lesson in the practice of the ancient spirit masters, and told Xue Yuan that he would be able to use it one day.

Of course he can use it, and he can use it.

What the female monarch of the East China Sea said, she didn't miss half a sentence.

The man in white fought with Xue Yuan for a few rounds, and the man in white was still laughing, but the laughter changed subtly, and the aura of facing the prey disappeared, and he seemed to be a little more strained and alert, as if he didn't believe that he could meet such an opponent.

Nan Ze has an old saying: A hundred insects must see blood. But the man in white waved out more than dozens of worm silks, but none of them could hurt the snow source.

In the same way, Xue Yuan was secretly frightened. The man in white was still dodging freely under his fierce sword wind and snow blade, and his spiritual power was actually close to the fifth order of the heavens.

"Who is Your Excellency, and who is entrusted by you?" Xue Yuan cut off the four or five gold wires in front of him and asked.

"......" did not answer.

"Your Excellency is extraordinary, and you should also be a famous and surnamed person, why do you hide behind the white clothes and don't see anyone?"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Xue Yuan continued to ask.

“......”

"Is the person entrusted by Your Excellency to recover what you have lost, or is you determined to drive out all the Mo Gang disciples?"

“......”

"Okay...... Can't communicate?" Xue Yuan narrowed his eyes, and it seemed that either he was dead, or he and Luo Xi were dead.

Xue Yuan jumped back, and a circle of ice picks condensed beside him, shooting towards the man in white. The man in white flashed back and forth on the branches, and the ice pick exploded behind him in a cloud of smoke.

Xue Yuan of course expected that he could dodge, raised his hand and then condensed the ice pick to shoot at the man in white, and dodged into the smoke and dust stirred up by the ice pick, the long knife flashed cold light, the footwork of the man in white was half a step slower, and he stumbled, and was picked off the hood of the white man by Xue Yuan with a knife, and neatly shaved off half of his hair.

Almost.

Xue Yuan thought to himself.

If the man in white didn't react just now, he would have been slashed to the ground by his own head.

The face of the man in white was revealed. It was the face of an ordinary middle-aged man, blue and slightly thin, and inexplicably a little rat-like. It's like a face that doesn't see the light of day all year round.

Xue Yuan didn't know such a face. This is a complete stranger.

The man stood there, his left hand stretched out behind his head, and he realized that the hood on the white coat had been broken by Xue Yuan's long knife, and it was not connected to the white coat, and only a small piece of rag was attached.

The man didn't seem to expect to be seen in appearance, let alone nearly killed, and the strange laughter he let out from time to time finally stopped.

He stared at the source of the snow holding the knife, and did not dare to be careless for a moment.

He had been playing with the disciples of the Donghai Mo Gang for a long time in this illusion, and finally met an opponent who needed to be dealt with seriously.

But just when he was engrossed in staring at Xue Yuan, trying to fight him to the death————

His body shook, his eyes bulged, and a stream of scarlet blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

His gaze slowly moved to his abdomen, where there was a sharp scimitar blade, a blade that appeared at some point.

It was a golden scimitar with a blood-red spirit stone embedded in the blade.

The scimitar carried a strong spiritual power, and the spiritual power shattered his internal organs in an instant.

Then, the scimitar was pulled back by Hate, and he fell straight backwards.

Blood kept pouring out of his mouth, but he didn't bother to move his eyes to the man who had quietly attacked him.

Instead, he stared straight ahead, his mouth half-open, and a few indistinct sounds came out of his throat.

Xue Yuan frowned, thought for a long time, and then understood what the man said:

Good knife, good skill.

Then he died, and he didn't blink an eye, just like Yan Yuting who died under his sneak attack.

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Xue Yuan and Luo Xi stared at the woman who suddenly appeared, and the woman also stared at them, their eyes both complicated and vigilant.

It can be seen that the woman is wary of Xue Yuan, who has been hidden deeply, and seems to be guessing his identity, and Xue Yuan and Luo Xi are the same.

After a long time, the woman finally thought that it was important to deal with the man in white at this moment, and looked away.

Then the woman half-knelt down and picked the killer's mouth with her scimitar.

Xue Yuan finally understood why the killer had not said a word, why his last words were so vague that he could not say a word, because he only had half of his tongue left, and the other half was missing for some reason.

"It turned out to be him. The woman muttered.

"Who is he?" asked Xue Yuan. He was quite curious about the identity of this man, this kind of skill, even in the big family, is one of the best masters.