[Comprehensive] My father's name is Sanriyue

The crescent moon hanging high in the night was covered by dark clouds, and the dim moonlight shone on the earth, making it look a little desolate.

The shapes of vegetation in Heiye Mountain are mostly strange, and under the cover of night, the grotesque shapes are particularly frightening, and because there are many monsters on the mountain, there are no human habitation for dozens of miles around this mountain.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis are wearing red and white priestess costumes. From the outside, she is a pious and pure priestess. Who knows that her inner body has already been rotten?

The moon is looming, and the [-]-year-old bhikkhuni is holding the staff that she carries with her. She was able to steal the mustache-cut knee pill and the two-strike sword from the house of General Raimiko Minamoto because of this staff.

Hei Qingming thought that by destroying her spiritual veins, she could sit back and relax, but she has lived for so many years, and it is not in vain.She can't use spells herself, the staff comes with it.

So, it would be good to kill her completely. Doing so is just letting the tiger go back to the mountain.

Walking out of the cave, a fluorescent line flew out from the staff in the hands of Eight Hundred Bhikkuni, and the other end of the line extended to the distance, pointing out the direction for her.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni walked slowly following the guiding light, giving her enough time to think, and it was time for them to give her an answer.

Under the dim moonlight, the waterfall pouring down from the high cliff is glowing, and the torrent of water is scouring the bottom of the pool. Over the years, the stones at the bottom of the pool have been washed out of the pit.

The waterfall was rumbling and the water was flowing all the time. Tochikiri was tired from standing by the pool, so he found a stone and sat down, ignoring the words from the knee next to him that the stone was not clean and needed to be wiped.

"Brother, it's not easy to wash your dirty clothes here!" said Kagemaru with a puffy face.

"Nasuo Wan, you are so annoying." Hu Qiqi stared at the rippling water surface and said.

"Brother, I'm Xiwan. How can I be bothered, it's not that you don't pay attention to it, it's not good to be dirty at all!" Xiwan complained in a low voice.

"Zhou Wan, if the clothes are dirty, why don't you just wash the scabbard?" Mustache said nonchalantly.

"Brother, it's Kagemaru." Kagemaru corrected tirelessly, "The scabbard will only show scars when we are injured. Washing the scabbard is useless if the clothes are dirty."

"Don't you know if you try it?" Mustache stood up with a smile, "Oh, the pants seem to be dirty."

"Where is there?" Keimaru hurriedly looked, the top of the stone was clean, but the bottom was overgrown with moss, and the back of Mustache's calf was stained with a lot of moss and mud because it was next to the stone.

"It's so dirty, brother, it's too bad." Kaimaru looked around, there was nothing, and he couldn't wash it.

"It's just a matter of trying to wash the scabbard, but it doesn't work." Hidekiri pulled out the main body with a smile on his face, and threw the scabbard in his left hand into the water.

"Boom!" The scabbard made a soft noise when it entered the water. After witnessing this scene with his own eyes, Kagemaru shouted in dismay: "Brother, what are you doing!"

"Houhoumaru, can't you see it?" Higashikiri's face was taken for granted, and under the reflection of the water, his smile was a bit strange: "Of course it's washing clothes."

"This will break the scabbard!!" Kagemaru scratched his head anxiously.

He was in a hurry, but Mustache smiled relaxedly as if it had nothing to do with him, and comforted him: "Don't worry about scratching your head, it will be fine. Look, I'm fine now, aren't I?"

"No, you have to fish it out quickly!" Keimaru ignored Higakiri's sarcastic remarks, and being fine now doesn't mean that he'll be fine in the future, "This is you, brother, at least be more serious about yourself, brother!"

"Brother!" Kemaru grabbed Hikakiri's wrist, stared into his eyes and said, "Brother, go down now and get your scabbard!"

"Eh?" Higakiri's eyes showed doubts: "Can my younger brother Maru help me?"

Keimaru couldn't bear to turn his head: "Brother, I really want to help you, but I can't swim!"

"Brother, get ready, I'll send you into the water right now!"

"Wait a minute—" Before Hikari could finish his words, Komamaru pushed him behind his back.

With a "plop", the mustache on the shore disappeared.

"Ah, what a coincidence that I came." The Eight Hundred Bhikkuni who had just followed the light to find him saw this scene of brothers fighting each other.

She stood where she was, and Kagemaru looked over when she heard the sound, and when she found out that it was her, there was a hint of disgust in her eyes, and she quickly turned her head to look at the water.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni raised her eyebrows, and walked lightly to the knee pill: "Master Kenmaru, what were you doing just now?"

"Your true face has been exposed long ago, so you don't need to be hypocritical." Knee Maru frowned.

"I still respect God, no matter whether he is good or bad." Eight hundred bhikkuni didn't care about his ridicule. With a lot of experience, the thickness of his skin naturally increased.

Kagemaru glanced at her, and looked at the water surface slightly: "Brother? Brother! Did you find it?"

The bottom of the water was dark, and Kemaru could only see ripples on the surface of the water, but Hikakiri was not seen floating up.

"Master Mustache is looking for something?" Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni asked clearly.

"En." Xiwan replied, feeling a little worried.

"Is it okay?" Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni said, "Swords will only sink into water, won't they?"

Xiwan suddenly froze: "Fu... If Fu Sangshen, it won't sink, right?" He hesitated a lot, obviously he himself thought of the joint.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni shook his head: "I don't know about this, maybe or maybe not."

Cold sweat broke out on Kewan's forehead, "Brother hasn't seen anything yet, he might have sunk, what should I do? What should I do?! I don't understand water, so if I go down, I'll sink in too!"

"Hey, is there anything you can do?" Kagemaru turned his head and stared expectantly at Babaichuni.

"I'm very sorry, I can't use spells, and there's nothing I can do about it." Eight hundred bhikkhuni spread her hands and said that she couldn't help him.

Kewan yelled at the water surface with despair on his face: "Brother! Brother! Are you still there, brother? It's fine if you can't find the scabbard. Come up quickly!"

"Brother?? Brother! Come up quickly, don't look for the scabbard!" The idiot brother didn't move no matter how much he yelled on the shore, he was anxious and moved so quickly that the eight hundred bhikkuni only saw the afterimage, and jumped into it with incomparable speed. into the water.

His form of jumping into the water was so desperate that even the eight hundred bhikkuni felt heroic.

However, "Huh?" Kemaru stood up from the water, the water's surface was only below his ribs.

"Brother?!" Keimaru stared blankly at Higakiri who then stood up from the water, walked to the shore, pressed the ground with one hand, and flipped up lightly.

"What's going on? Brother, what did you just..."

Mustache squatted down and washed his hands with the pool water, and said slowly, "As a brother, we should share our difficulties, right?"

Then, his golden-brown eyes sparkled in the night: "Brother Maru, how does it feel in the water?"

"Wait, brother, you just—" Kagemaru was still a little bit unresponsive.

"Ah, I'm washing the scabbard with water." Higekiri stood up with a smile, his body hung on his waist intact, turned around slightly, so that Kumararu could see his trousers clearly.

"Washing the scabbard is really helpful, brother Maru, look, my pants are clean."

"No, that's not what I'm asking." Keimaru shook his head again and again.

"The water level is so low, brother, why didn't you stand up just now?"

"I said it was cleaning the scabbard."

"Why didn't you respond when I told you?" Kagemaru looked aggrieved.

"Did you call me? I'm sorry, I didn't hear it." Hidekiri said softly.

"..." Kewan wiped the water dripping from his hair on his face, and walked towards the shore.

He was about to go ashore when Hikari stood in front of him, Komaru thought that Hikari blocked him by accident, so he walked aside, but Hikari also moved to the side.

"Brother?"

"Brother Maru, I think you have a lot of dirty things in your mind, so you should wash it well in the water." Hikiri said.

Yabaichuni was watching the interaction between the two brothers. It was obvious that Higakiri wanted to get revenge on Kemaru and push him into the water.

"Huh, is that so?" Kagemaru believed it to be true, he thought for a while, and thought that his brother had misunderstood what he said in the cave during the day.

Then he took off the body around his waist and handed it to Mustache: "Brother, help me keep an eye on my knife. The knife can't stay in the water all the time."

"Okay, okay." Higakiri smiled innocently, took Kemaru's knife, and stared at Kemaru plunged into the water with a smile.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni's face is indescribable, this knee ball, there is a hole in his head, right?

"Miko-san, do you have anything to do with us?" The coat on Hidekiri's body was still dripping, and his body was wet, strands of pale yellow hair stuck to his forehead and cheeks, looking surprisingly innocent.

The eight hundred bhikkhuni looked at the two knives of Hikiri Kichimaru, "Master Hikiri, are the knives alright?"

"Huh?" Hidekiri lowered his head, the body at his waist and the knife of his younger brother Maru were dripping, "Maybe it will rust."

"...then deal with the knife first?" Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni suggested.

"Deal with it? Do you need to wipe it with a cloth? But there is no one here now." Mustache looked around the desolate surroundings, and said lightly, "Then don't wipe it for now."

Eight hundred bhikuni was silent for a moment, she doubted the partner's IQ: "Won't your strength drop because the knife on your body is rusting?"

"Ah, huh," mustache chuckled, "don't worry, these two knives are not our real body."

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni's expression was blank for a moment: "It's not yours..."

"That's right, this is the knife Miko-san gave us." Mustache smiled and rolled his eyes.