Chapter 15 The Fourteenth Five-Flower Arrow God

In the scorching heat of the desert, in a house that is so hot that you can't even breathe, you can still see the white snow on the mountains in the distance.When you are already dying of heat, the snow peaks in the distance are still in sight. Only here can you see such a spectacle, so even if you are not a Tibetan, you should be able to understand why the thoughts of Tibetans are so romantic?So mysterious, so unreal. This kind of thinking cannot be created overnight. After thousands of generations of romantic, mysterious, and beautiful lives, many myths will of course be produced. One of the most romantic, mysterious and beautiful myths is the five-flowered arrow god.

In Tibetan, the five-flowered arrow god is Banchabana. According to the most primitive and ancient scriptures of Tibetans, the arrow of Panchabana is—— "The one that hits a hundred shots and is extremely sharp. There is a heart of pain on the arrow feather, and the heart of lovesickness on the arrowhead, which shoots straight into the heart." Panchabana is in charge of the most irresistible forces in the world, love and desire.His arrows are adorned with flowers, and his bowstrings are tight silk. He is forever young. He is the most beautiful young man among the gods in heaven and earth.

He has five sharp arrows, one as strong as gold, one as gentle as spring, one as charming as a smile, one as warm as fire, and one as sharp as an awl. No one can resist his power. The Banchabana that Bowa and Gada mentioned is not a god, but a human being, the first warrior between them, the first warrior. His power is as irresistible as a god. It's a pity that even if Xiao Fang would follow their advice and leave, it would be too late. There are warm cheers outside the tent! "Panchabana is back, Panchabana is back!" Ban Chapa, holding his tall and handsome white horse, stood there quietly, accepting the cheers of his people.

He had been away from them for three days, and lived an absolutely lonely and hard life on this merciless land for three days, but the scorching sun, wind and sand, and fatigue could not change him in the slightest. His clothes were still bright and gorgeous, and he still looked as handsome and mighty as a god. ——No one and nothing can knock down Panchabana, and there is no danger or difficulty that he cannot overcome. Never. It was dark and quiet inside the tent, the cheering outside had stopped, not even the camels neighing anymore. Because Panchabana needs rest, needs quietness. Although he often accepts cheers from others, he would rather lie quietly in the dark alone.

He was a solitary man by nature, and he loved solitude as others love glory and riches. He lay down quietly in the darkness, no one could see him now. His handsome and glowing face suddenly became indescribably pale and tired. But as long as there is one person, his brilliance will immediately burn like a flame. He will never let his people down on him. He is Tibetan. Although he has entered the customs countless times, he has lived in the Central Plains and Huaiyin for a long time, and even the cities in the south of the Yangtze River have his footprints. But he is still a Tibetan. He wears traditional Tibetan clothes, eats traditional Tibetan food, loves "scallion mud" that foreigners cannot import, and drinks buttered tea and highland barley wine that are as black as ink.

He was born Tibetan, and he was proud of it. His people are also proud of him. He is waiting for Xiao Fang. He already knew what happened in the past two days, and the hunchback had already reported to him briefly. His judgment is the same as others, the only suspicious person is Xiao Fang. The "Magic Eye" was in his hand, he pulled it out, stroked the edge of the sword, and suddenly asked: "Is this your sword? Are you that damn Xiao Fang?" He hasn't seen Xiao Fang yet, but he knows that someone has already come outside his tent, and it must be Xiao Fang. People who live in danger all year round usually have a strange beast-like reaction, but his reaction is undoubtedly more sensitive than others.

"This is my sword." Xiao Fang had already entered: "I am the deadly Xiao Fang." Panchabana, who was lying quietly, suddenly stood in front of him like a javelin, his cold eyes glowing in the darkness. "I've heard of you, you're bleeding when other people are still running." "It's usually not my blood." "Those who can make others bleed must bleed themselves first." Banchabana's voice sounded surprisingly gentle: "Now Tang Lin's blood is cold, how about you?" "My blood is still there, ready to flow at any moment."

"Very good." Banchabana's voice was more gentle: "The murderer dies, blood for blood." His voice is as gentle as spring water, and Xiao Fang's voice is also very calm. "It's a pity that people who don't kill people sometimes die." Xiao Fang said: "If I die, the real murderer will always go unpunished." "It wasn't you who killed it?" "No." Xiao Fang said, "Not this time." Ban Chapa looked at him quietly for a long time: "You haven't escaped yet, and you don't want to escape. Your attitude is very calm, and your breathing is even. You really don't look like a person who has committed a crime."

He seemed to be sighing: "It's a pity that this alone still can't prove your innocence." Xiao Fang immediately asked, "How can I prove it?" Panchabana pondered for a long time.Then he said slowly, "I am a Tibetan. Tibetans are very superstitious. We all believe that those who are innocent will never be wronged." It was dawn now, there was light in the tent, and his bow and a pot of arrows could already be seen. He suddenly picked up his bow and arrow and walked out: "You also come out." When Xiao Fang walked out of the tent, he realized that many people had gathered outside, and everyone stood quietly like a stone statue, waiting for their hero to judge the matter.

Panchabana pointed at a tent five feet away with the tip of his bow. "You stand there first, and I will start counting. I will make a move when I count to 'five'. I will never count too fast. With your lightness, when I count to 'five', you are already But go a long way." He patted the quiver beside his waist: "I only have five arrows. If you are really innocent, my arrows will definitely not hit you." Xiao Fang suddenly laughed. "The Five-Flower Arrow God who hits all the shots, it's a really good idea to use this method to prove a person's innocence."

Panchabana didn't laugh: "If you think this method is not good, there is another method." Xiao Fang asked, "What method?" In his other hand, Banchaba still held Xiaofang's "magic eye", and he suddenly thrust the sword into the sand in front of Xiaofang. "Kill me with this sword." He said lightly: "As long as you can kill me, you don't have to prove your innocence. As long as you can kill me, no matter what you have done, absolutely no one will Ask again."