[Comprehensive] The god judge goes to the ice and three points of sweetness

A large black mark was reflected on the wall.

Song Si's ears moved, and with the sound of wings, he raised his head, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, his spiritual power gathered, and he waved a pink cherry blossom in his hand, luring away the flying insects that strayed into the light tube. come out.

Stretching out his hand, the flying insect landed on Song Si's fingertips, flapping its wings lightly with a slight breeze, expressing its gratitude.

The two children exclaimed at the same time, took off the quilt and ran to Song Si, staring at the flying insect.

"Very beautiful." Xiaoye's Zuowen's eyes were bright.

The butterfly's wings fluttered slightly, showing off the beauty of its wings ostentatiously, like a princess in a castle proudly, Wu Hu retreated and stretched out his hand, wanting to gently touch the pattern on the butterfly's body.

Dissatisfied with being interrupted, the butterfly flapped its wings, and after flying around Song Si, it flew straight into the darkness.

Song Si felt that the powder of the butterfly scales remained on his fingertips, so he found a damp cloth to wipe off his fingertips, and stretched out his hand to touch Wu Hutui's head.

"Like it?" Song Si opened his mouth, watching Wu Hutui blinking his eyes, hugging the little tiger and staring at the background of the butterfly leaving outside, he opened his mouth.

The next moment, countless butterflies made of cherry blossoms filled the room in an instant, surrounded Wu Hutui, and greeted the child with fluttering wings.

Xiaoye Zuowen gently pursed his lips, when he stretched out his hand to touch these butterflies, these cherry blossom butterflies subconsciously avoided him.

Turning his head to look at Song Si, he found that the man also turned his head to look at the butterflies flying outside the window, and he said, "It's different."

The butterfly was alive, but these were all dead.

Song Si turned his head, saw the seriousness in Xiao Ye's Zuowen eyes, suddenly smiled, and danced in his hand, the butterfly that flew away just now seemed to consciously return to its original place, staying at Song Si's fingertips.

The cherry blossoms were scattered everywhere in the room. Song Si saw the light in the eyes of the five tigers retreating, and when he gently crushed it with his fingertips, the butterfly became a dead thing, and the wings could not be waved again.

"For you." Song Si put the butterfly in front of Wu Hutui, but found that the child took a step back and looked at him in horror.

Why are you afraid?Song Situo held up the dead butterfly and looked at it carefully. Isn't this what children like?

Turning his head to look at Xiao Ye Zuo's words, he also saw fear in the child's eyes.

Song Si didn't quite understand that since he likes it, he should stay by his side even if he dies. This is the truth taught to him by his master, and he has been practicing it till now.

He withdrew his hand, and the scale powder of the butterfly in his hand completely stained Song Si's palm. He turned his head and took a deep look at Wuhu Tui and Xiao Ye Zuowen, and slowly let go of the butterfly's residue on the palm of his hand. ground.

Song Si didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, he even felt that Wuhu Tui and Xiao Ye Zuowenwen were a little unreasonable, and he had already put their favorite things in front of them.

The children stared firmly at the unrecognizable lump on the ground, the rejection in their eyes was obvious, Song Si's body shook slightly, he pushed open the door and went out.

Song Si sat on the tree trunk, just staring at the stars in the night sky. After half the time, he attracted a butterfly to fly in the palm of his hand. After watching for half the time, the unique fragrance of cherry blossoms was left in the palm of his hand.

Knocking on the tree trunk, Song Si took a deep breath of air, the cold night air was inhaled into his lungs, and his whole body fell into a kind of cold stillness.

If you can't fall asleep, you will always think a lot when you are awake.

Speaking of which, how did he die then?Do dolls also have a deadline for dying?I don't remember, most of my memory is blurred, only the few memories of being with the master before.

At this moment, Song Si fell into a panic, his memory was missing too much, so where did this part of the memory go, why was it lost, and he couldn't remember it all.

Under the tree, the voice of the little bandit came, and the child's cool and soft voice spread in the air, breaking Song Si's temple pain symptoms.

"What are you doing? Looking at the stars?" The two blue ponytails on the back of Xiao Ye's left text head flicked in the air, tilting his head, with a faint doubt on his face.

Song Si hummed, and turned to look at the little bandit who was already sitting on the root of the tree: "Why are you afraid? Didn't you get what you wanted?"

The two children looked at each other and remained silent for a long time, but did not answer immediately. Wu Hutui organized his words: "Then why did the master kill that butterfly?"

"Because you like it." Song Si said it as a matter of course, as if it was a matter of course.

The five tigers were stunned for a while before nana said: "But I don't think this is right." He put the little tiger on the ground, watched the tiger quickly climb up the tree trunk, and rushed into Song Si's arms. "You don't have to get what you like."

Song Si was stunned, since the beginning of consciousness, this is the first time someone told him, it is wrong for you to do this, you did something wrong.

The leaf in Song Si's hand was let go, spun in the air, and was gently caught by Xiao Ye Zuowenwen who stretched out his hand, bringing a touch of warmth.

That was the temperature that was not there when the god judge took them to another time and space to kill the retrograde army last time, and when he returned the sword to them.

Xiaoye Zuowen raised his head and looked at Song Si's shocked eyes. He put the leaf in his hand safely on his chest, and patted it gently with his small hand to ensure that the leaf with Song Si's body temperature was safe. Lying in his arms.

"I see." Song Si's voice was low, and he was very satisfied with the reply given by the Five Tigers, with joy in his tone. This was the first time someone said no to him but he didn't feel disgusted.

Jumping off the tree, Song Si squatted down, stretched out his hand and patted the heads of the two children lightly, Xiao Ye Zuowenwen also reached out his hand, and patted Song Si lightly on the head: "I know I'm wrong!" Just be a good man."

The little bandit's expression was serious, but what he said was amused, Song Si smiled softly, and changed the subject: "Do you eat candy?"

The three of them ran to the kitchen and took out the rock sugar that Qingguang, California had just purchased in the kitchen. You put it in your mouth and chewed it one by one. I have a good heart.

After the three of them finished chewing the rock sugar, Wu Hutui led Song Si into the house, picked up the little butterfly on the ground, dug a shallow hole, and buried it under the Wanyeyingying tree.

"When the cherry blossoms are in bloom, the butterflies will come back." Five Tigers stepped back and patted the small pit, saying seriously.

Song Si didn't expose the child's naive lie, but just stood there silently, watching the child bury that fragile life. This kind of behavior that seemed childish and superfluous before seemed very meaningful at this moment.

Watching Genemon Amano ask his subordinates to bury his teammates, Hasebe put the sword back into the scabbard in his hand, read a few Christian eulogy, and mourned the dead.

A morning glow in the sky reflected on the faces of several buried people, and they looked serene in the mourning speech of Hasebe.

Yamabuaki Kunihiro pulled the quilt: "It's getting late, and I will be in a group with California Kiyomitsu, and Yakiri Hasebe and Mikazuki will be in a group, and we will take turns to monitor Mitsuhide Akechi's surroundings and eliminate the retrograde army in time."

"We've been on an expedition for so many days, what does my lord eat?" After Kunihiro Yamabuki finished assigning tasks, Yakiri Hasebe suddenly remembered something and asked the people around him.

The remaining three people were all taken aback, and Yue Zongjin raised his eyebrows in the last three days: "This is really hard for the old man."

Foxnosuke lifted his small head from the head of Qingguang: "That person doesn't need to eat."

Don't need to eat?California Qingguang pulled Foxnosuke off his head: "Say clearly."

Foxnosuke flicked his tail, with a serious and mysterious expression: "It's confidential, you can't say it."

After the half-pay, Foxosuke, who felt the wind with the skin of his tail again, twitched his lips.

Should it be said that it is the sword transformed by that person's spiritual power? !cry.

Leaning on the wooden board of the famous man, the proprietress is nagging at the side that the recent war is too common. Looking at the clutter in the street, Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro recalls the time when he was standing under a tree and looked at the man with a leaf in his mouth. : "I don't need to eat."

He thought it was just a joke, but he didn't expect it to be true. No matter what the reason was, it must not be a good reason. Was it because of that person's cold hand at that time?

Yamabuka Kiri Kunihiro twirled the leaf in his hand, he suddenly wanted to go back to Honmaru and ask the man why, although he couldn't get a good answer, maybe it was the same cold look as before, but at any rate I have a bottom in my heart.

A red firework exploded in the air, and the children of the hotel cheered and greeted the explosion of the firework, but Yamabuki Kunihiro stood up abruptly.

chapter13

The red fireworks are very conspicuous in broad daylight. Recently, the Honnoji Change is coming soon. General Mingxiu is extremely careful in doing things, so the current fireworks...

"Yamabashi Kirihiro!" Foxnosuke rubbed his paws on the ground twice, panting: "Hurry up before the battle, the number of retrograde troops is unimaginable!"

Kunihiro Yamabagiri turned his head, and found that California Kiyomitsu was already prepared. The man leaned against the wall beside him, tied up his messy hair with a headband, and seemed to be ready to fight: "Let's go."

The distorted black hole of time and space is huge, and the retrograde army in front of you is everywhere. The retrograde army dispatched this time has the ability to invincible a small team.

Damn it!Yamabuki Kunihiro looked annoyed. The red fireworks just now were a rallying signal for the retrograde army, so he was careless.

Song Si looked at the two children who were anxiously circling around him, reached out and touched the heads of the two children, and sighed slightly: "Go."

After getting the permission, they took the talisman paper that could open the talisman formation. The eyes of the two children were very bright, and their long eyelashes fluttered. Song Si couldn't help but add another sentence: "Don't get hurt." After finishing speaking, he felt I said too much, and I was a little annoyed when I closed my mouth.

The children agreed with one voice, and trotted out the door. Before leaving, Wuhu turned his head to look at Song Si standing in the middle of the empty room, trotted back again, and waved his white tender hand at Song Si: "Squat!" Come down a little bit."

Song Si bent his knees, and the child pressed a soft kiss on Song Si's cheek, a wet kiss.

Hearing the slight sound of slobber, Song Si laughed out loud, and a hurricane formed in Wu Hu Tui's ears, and the wide palm on his head made Wu Hu Tui squint his eyes.

When standing in the middle of the talisman array, Wu Hu retreated and touched his face, which was a little hot. This time, the master is a very gentle person.

Yamabasaki Kunihiro stepped forward with a sliding step, and put aside the sword behind Mikami Tsukimune.

"Hahaha, old man, I'm still thinking about when you guys will come." Although San Riyue didn't suffer any substantial damage, a section of the tassel on her head was broken, and there were quite a few holes in her hunting clothes. San Riyue's breath was no longer stable. , panting heavily, but still said with a smile: "If you come later, this dress will be completely lost."

The cassock on Hasebe's body was also stained with a lot of mud. When he heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he sent the sword into the chest of the marching army in front of him: "Do you still have time to think about this?!"

California Qingguang burst out laughing. On the battlefield, California Qingguang's behavior was full of provocation to the enemy, and the retrograde army in front of him howled in dissatisfaction.

If you completely hand over your back to Hasebe, you must trust your teammates who can pay for their lives. This is the reason Okita Souji told him. If you don't believe it at all, then you can only fight alone on the battlefield.

Press cut Hasebe, you can trust.

Although the retrograde army is not as strong as the swordsmen, they are superior in numbers, and they are hard to beat with two fists.

There are trees everywhere in the vicinity, and the mobility is naturally inconvenient for swordsmanship. The sword often cuts on the trees.

The dense retrograde army in front of him was annoying, and the sound of tired panting spread among several people. The physical strength was already a little low, and the black hole of distorted time descended again.

"What else?" Kakashi Kiyomitsu clenched his body tightly, and looked at Yamabashi Kirihiro who was standing next to him: "Captain, if we add a few retrograde troops, the few of us will only be hacked and killed in the end." point."

retreat?

Kunihiro Yamabuchi took a few deep breaths, and behind him was Mitsuhide Akechi's army. If they crossed this forest, the subsequent variables would be out of their control.

The roaring sound of the little tiger spread behind him, and the cherry blossoms in the sky slowly dissipated in the sky. Several white-spotted tigers ran out first, and accurately bit the deadly neck of the marching army.

"That person is really duplicity." Sanriyue shook off the ashes of the dead retrograde army stained on the sword, and saw two children rushing out of the cherry blossoms.

There was a hint of a smile in the crescent-colored eyes of Sanri Yuezong, who said that the two children were not allowed to participate in the war because they were not strong enough to fight, but in the end they fulfilled the children's wishes and were dispatched to the battlefield.

Even so, Sanriyue was not surprised at all. After getting along with these few people, it could be seen that although the person looked cold on the outside, his heart was soft and messy.

The addition of the children has accelerated the agility of the entire team. When the sword was cut on the branch, the two children could quickly fill in the missing time gap. The injection of combat power gave the first team a temporary rest time. .

"there!"

Dots of flames loomed behind them, and the fireworks had already exposed their traces. Ever since they were discovered by the primitive people last time, Yamabagiri Kunihiro seemed not surprised that this kind of thing happened, and he quickly thought about it in his mind Some excuses and reasons to muddle through.

Amano Genemon held the torch in front of his eyes, under the light of the fire, those inhuman retrograde soldiers he met not long ago were exposed under his eyes, and waved to the people behind him: "Go and help."

With the help of the soldiers, the pressure was lessened, and the marching army had long since discovered that it was invincible. The leading marching army raised its neck and let out a hoarse cry in the air, telling the rest of the marching army to retreat temporarily.

The eardrums were impacted, and the leader's yell was like the sound of fingers scratching glass. It was too harsh. The little tigers pouted their buttocks and covered their ears with their little paws.

Under the furrowed eyebrows of the little tigers, the king character on the head became distorted, which made Amano Genemon laugh heartily, and the samurai's straightforward laughter echoed in the woods: "The owner of this tiger who is it?"

Such a cute tiger, the attack power can be seen just now, if you can use it to buy one as a gift to the general, it must be a good choice.

Sensing the scorching gaze from Genemon Amano, several tigers jumped onto the heads of the five tigers, and one jumped onto the head of Mikazuki in an ingenious way. After smelling the familiar smell of tea, Get down on the ground with peace of mind.

The purity in the little child's eyes made Genemon Amano a little bit speechless. He always felt that it would be a very cruel thing to separate these tigers from this child. Thinking of meeting you again."

California Qingguang looked at Daying not far behind him and nodded, with a serious face: "Yes, it's a coincidence."

Seemingly understanding the meaning of California Kiyomitsu, Amano Genemon's mouth thought about the behavior of these retrograde troops last time, he opened his mouth: "Because of us?"

Several people didn't make a sound, their expressions were all a bit tired, only Mikazuki smiled shallowly there, and Amano Genemon chuckled and patted his head, a little embarrassed.

"Are you willing to go back to the barracks with me?" Amano Genemon looked unusually simple and honest, not at all vicious to give Oda Nobunaga a fatal knife.

Seeing the obviously unfriendly eyes of the three people, he quickly explained: "I'm not asking you to join the army with me, but just let the military doctor in our barracks bandage the wounds of you guys."

Several people looked at each other for a few times, and finally focused their eyes on Yamabuchi Kunihiro. Yamabuchi Kirihiro pulled the quilt, and turned to look at the pale Hasebe: "What do you think?"

As the sword of Oda Nobunaga, Yashi Hasebe joined the troops that killed Oda.

Recently, the marching army has taken too much action, and it is indeed the best policy to make plans in the barracks, but the intentions of the companions cannot be ignored. As the initial knife, Yamabuki Kunihiro knows a lot about the world.

"Thank you." Yakiri Hasebe nodded at Genemon Amano as a response. The samurai let out a heavy breath, and his expression relaxed a lot. He smiled and nodded at several people: "Please follow me."

This battle consumed a lot of physical strength of everyone. Wuhu Tui and Xiaoye Zuowenzi were still children, and now they are a little exhausted, yawning and dozing there.

Sankai Yuezong bent down and hugged Xiao Ye Zuofuji who was rubbing his eyes. The child lay in his arms and closed his eyes obediently. Xiao Ye Zuofuji, who closed his eyes, looked better than when he woke up. Softer.

Wuhu Tui was also gently carried by Yamabuki Kunihiro, the child's head rested on his shoulders, and the warmth of breathing made Yamabuki itchy.

The scene was very warm, Amano Genemon smiled, didn't say anything, just quickened his pace, and after a while, he sighed softly: "Such a young child wants to participate in the war, the world is cold."

Although accommodation was prepared for them, there were still a few people guarding outside. After all, they belonged to outsiders. Yamabuchi Kunihiro was not surprised, and even nodded to the guards outside.

The bell on Fox's chest suddenly began to flash red light, and Fox's eyes lit up: "Master has a message."

Song Si's voice materialized under the projection of the bell, several people sat in front of them, their faces were not very good because of the fatigue after the battle.

"Good job." Song Si turned the screen to the few people in front of him: "Most of the retrograde army was wiped out, and a small part retreated. The history of 2205 has not changed at all."

This was already Song Si's high encouragement to the swordsmen. He turned his head and looked to the side. The two children were lying side by side in the warm blanket, snoring a little. Song Si's eyes warmed up.

"Be careful over there. If you encounter a big sword or someone is seriously injured, please retreat immediately and don't love to fight. The big wheel of history: the disk will make a small correction." Song Si looked at the remaining spiritual power in his hand Wave: "Also, I don't want to help you heal anymore."

This sentence is what Song Si said in his heart. Every time after healing, his body will start to have problems. Although the feeling of pain makes him feel an alternative sense of existence, it is still uncomfortable after all. If he heals too much Aggravating the burden on the body, who knows if there will be another five years.

These words were heard in Daojian's ears, but they were full of worry, and there were smiles in the eyes of several people.

Sanri Yuezong saw the tea pot behind Song Si with sharp eyes: "Has Wanwu brought in new tea?"

Song Si carefully hid the teapot aside, and with a look on his face that you misunderstood, said innocently: "No, not at all."

Unexpectedly childish, but it provoked the corners of several people's mouths to rise. From Song Si's body, they felt at home.

Sanriyue didn't expose Song Si's naive but ridiculous lie, but just stared at Song Si with a faint smile, which made Song Si a little embarrassed.

Song Si's face was a little flustered, he just left a sentence: "Take care of the two children." Then cut off the communication.

The moment he cut it off, Song Si felt that his face was a little hot. Looking at the mirror in the bedroom, Song Si saw his reddish cheeks in it, and Song Si shook his head.

California Qingguang couldn't hold back, and after Song Si hung up the communication, he laughed out loud, which eased the atmosphere in the tent a lot.

On the third day, Yue Zongjin stretched out his hand and kicked Wuhu Tui and Xiao Ye Zuowenzi to their feet and pulled up the quilt: "The old man also needs to rest earlier."

"Yes, those people are indeed extraordinary in martial arts." Amano Genemon said: "If these people can be used by me, it will be a great help, not to mention that they have helped me twice, so they should be good people."

Akechi Mitsuhide looked at the map behind him, and tapped lightly on the circled Honnoji Temple: "There must be no mistakes in this operation, and these people must not relax their vigilance. The enemy used to spy on us also said indefinite."

Amano Genyou gave a hum, stood up, and found a few more soldiers to guard outside the Yamabukiri headquarters.

Cang Gubu couldn't sleep much. He sat at the door of the tent with his head down, wondering what he was thinking. His hands poked the ground anxiously. That strong man would die in the fire soon.

The willful man who just gave him his name and gave himself to his subordinates at will will witness his death soon, but for some reason, Hasebe’s heart is always flustered, even with a faint expectations.

What are you looking forward to?Hasebe was not very clear about it, maybe he was looking forward to the death of that person, or maybe he was looking forward to the prosperous age that he said after the revenge of that person survived.

After half the salary, a person sat down next to him, followed his gaze, San Riyue squinted his eyes, and smiled kindly, Yaki Hasebe inexplicably saw a kind of kindness towards the junior from San Riyue's eyes.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" The corners of Hasebe's mouth twitched, and he touched the floor of the camp tent. It was so cold that he shook his body.

San Riyue covered Yaki with the quilt on the side, tidied up the sleeves of the hunting clothes, and then sat next to Yaki Hasebe, and said with a smile: "You know, I can't sleep when I'm overtired." See Seeing Hasebe's disapproving eyes, he added another sentence: "Aren't you the same?"

Yaki Hasebe snorted twice: "Night Watch." He said this coldly, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

"What is the meaning of protecting history?" San Riyue raised her eyebrows, smiling like a clichéd fox.

chapter14

After the communication ended, there was only the wheel of time left in the room: the noisy sound of the wheel turning there made Song Si a little upset, but the movement of a living person was better after all.

According to the memoir of swords and swords, there should be at least 79 swords, and now there are only 6 swords belonging to his Honmaru. This huge gap made Song Si's beautiful brows slightly frowned.

Putting the tea pot in his locker, Song Si stood up, went to the knife forging room, watched the scorching temperature quietly, and finally sighed.

Putting the materials into the forging pool, the scorching magma made a low sobbing sound, which should have welcomed the arrival of a new life, but this sound was like a woman crying after losing her parent and child, which made people feel a little sad.

When the halo in front of him materialized, a man with light purple hair rushed out of the halo lightly, with a peony cloak covering his back, tied in front of his body with a purple and white belt, and a refined look in his blue eyes. breath.

This knife made Song Si think of the teachers who taught in the school he passed by before. Song Si rubbed his chin and figured that if he put on a pair of eyes, it would be more similar.

"I'm Kasen Kanesada. Known as the second-to-none Kanesada in the history of Kanesada, the work of the common name. The origin of the name is 36 Kasen, very elegant, right?... Well, the number of people killed by the original owner is 36..."

Hearing this, Song Si's eyes lit up, as if he had found an ally, he asked enthusiastically, "What are you good at?"

knife?Machete?Poison: medicine?Assassination or sneak attack?

Song Si's anticipation was completely different from the enthusiasm just now, which made Kasen Kanesada stunned for a while, puffed up his chest, and said with a little pride: "I am very good at waka, tea ceremony, and calligraphy and painting appreciation. It is a matter of course that I have the name of the literature department." Bar?"

Song Si paused, and when he raised his head halfway through, there was obvious disappointment in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth gradually flattened, as if he understood that his question was a bit inappropriate.

"All the swords in the Honmaru have already been deployed. You can visit the Honmaru at will. The room with your sword emblem at the door is your room."

After saying this, Song Si left Kasen Kanesada who was still in the forging room, and walked out of the door of the forging room first.

Kasen Kanesada looked at the open door and choked a little. All the Honmaru had the same structure. As one of the original swords, he was more familiar with the Honmaru than the swords that had been here for several years.

But the feeling of being left behind by the new master gave him an inexplicable sense of loss.

As soon as Utari Kanesada stepped out of the gate of the sword forging room, he saw a dark cloud floating in the sky, staying above Honmaru.

Half a moment later, the raindrops hit the floor, and there was a crisp sound between the collisions.

When he first entered the Honmaru, everything went wrong, and the corners of Kasen Kanesada's mouth twitched a few times, comforting himself: "There is no sign, and I feel the breath of the season at an unexpected moment. This is the so-called romantic."

The thirsty seedlings in the ground were hungry to absorb the water, and the dry ground became moist under the nourishment of the rain. Song Si waved away the dark clouds above the sky.

Kasen Kanesada was still talking about the emotion, and saw the sky suddenly cleared up, and his temples throbbed with pain. Kasen Kanesada rubbed his head and took a deep breath: "It's really not elegant at all."

When the house was tidied up, the door was knocked lightly twice. As soon as Kasen Kanesada opened the door, he saw the new owner standing at the door holding a few big blessings in his hands. , seeing the reluctance of the new owner staring at Dafu, he smiled teasingly.

"I brought fresh orange tea from Shizheng, would you like to taste it with me?"

Seeing the new owner nodding his head obediently, with a little simplicity on his immature cheeks, Kasen Kanesada felt a sense of novelty, welcomed Song Si in, and took out the Powdered oranges.

Putting the orange tea in front of Song Si, Song Si was used to drinking tea, and when holding the glass, it seemed to be holding a teacup, but it was a bit awkward: "How is the visit to Honmaru?"

Utari Kanesada said it was very good, and there was no conversation between the two of them, they just quietly sipped orange tea.

Opening the door, the soil that had been soaked by the rain just exuded a fresh smell. Utari Kanesada sniffed and smiled with satisfaction.

Song Si took a piece of Daifuku and chewed it carefully in his mouth. Kasen Kanesada didn't touch any of this sweet and greasy thing. He just hugged the warm tea and watched the new owner there like a hamster. The mouth is full of food.

"You seem to like drinking tea very much." Kasen Kanesada smiled and said, "If you smell it carefully, you can smell a faint smell of tea."

As Kasen Kanesada said, he took out a set of tea sets from the side, took the tea leaves from the side gracefully, moved his hand forward, and the tea leaves were sent into the teapot following the strength of Kasen Kanesada.

Song Si swallowed the big blessing in his mouth, and then quietly watched the movements of Kasen Kanesada's hands. It has to be said that Kasen Kanesada's tea ceremony is much more exquisite than his, and even his movements are more coherent than his.

The tea leaves exude a faint smell, not very strong, but not very weak. The craftsmanship of this tea ceremony immediately won Song Si's favor, and there was a layer of satisfaction in the eyes of Kasen Kanesada .

Kasen Kanesada held the orange tea just now in his hand, after brewing the tea, the orange tea had become a bit cold, and when he drank it, there was a chill in his throat.

"If you like, I can often make tea for you in the future."

Kasen Kanesada smiled slightly and looked at the sky outside. The wind blows the many leaf cherry blossoms in the backyard, and the water on the leaves is lifted up. Under the light of the air, a small rainbow hangs in the sky. Kanesada suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with coming to this Honmaru.

"Speaking of which, you and Xiaoye Zuowen are both from the Hosokawa family." As soon as Song Si said this, Kasen Kanesada inexplicably had a bad feeling, and as expected, he heard Song Si's voice: "He seems to be older than you Over 170 years old, do you call him grandpa?"

Kasen Kanesada smiled awkwardly and refused to comment: "This is really elegant."

Song Si didn't answer, but just took a few sips of tea in his hand, put it down, stood up, said thank you for the hospitality, and left the house of Kasen Kanesada, who looked at Song Si's back and touched his chin: "Grandpa .”

"So what do you think? Protecting history or something?" Yakiri Hasebe was a little surprised that Mikazuki Zongjin would mention this question, he let out a breath, and watched the cold night sky dispel the fog in his mouth.

Sanriyue Zongjin still smiled faintly. There was an ant nest at the entrance of the camp. Sanriyue poked the ant nest with a wooden stick: "History is like this nest of ants, and the marching army is like a wooden stick in my hand." stick, if I use external force to destroy it..." Sanriyue looked at the ants running around and smiled, "This is my answer."

Yaki Hasebe fixed his eyes on the ants on the ground: "I just follow the orders of my master." I don't know if he is explaining to Sanriyue or giving himself a reason.

What Hasebe said was taken for granted, even full of confidence, but seeing San Riyue's half-smiling eyes, the righteousness in his tone weakened a lot.

San Riyue withdrew her gaze and stood up: "Hahaha, very good."

"Ah, old man, I suddenly feel sleepy. I have to rest early. You can use this little time alone to take a good look at this nest of ants."

War, death, and history will eventually record these, but current affairs records only the main line. For the remaining dead combatants, in the torrent of history, they just play the role of these ants.

I don't know if it was because of Sanriyue's actions just now, the ant nest began to become a little restless, a large number of soldier ants ran out, and finally followed the queen, and the ants chose to migrate to places that were confirmed to be unsafe.

Yaki Hasebe sighed, suddenly an ant disturbed the team, as the leader gave a wrong order, a group of leading soldier ants were trampled to death by the passing soldiers in order to protect the queen.

To change history, one ring is one ring, the butterfly effect, if Oda Nobunaga wins, history will change drastically, and at least the days that seem to be peaceful now will also change accordingly.

It's not about sacrificing oneself to save others, nor is it for the sake of being selfless, it's just about being the only thing that can protect the remaining people, so that you have a clear conscience.

At that moment, Yakiri Hasebe suddenly understood what Mikazuki Zongjin meant. He raised his head to look at the sky, leaned his head on the tent behind him, and closed his eyes.

Guichuan.

Akechi Mitsuhide got off his horse and gave orders to the rear: "Remove the horseshoes. The soldiers took off the straw sandals and put on half of their feet. The iron gunners cut the matchlocks to a length of one foot and five inches, and set fire to both ends. Always ready to fight!"

The soldiers' faces were covered with dirt from long-term running, and even some grass ash. They looked extremely embarrassed, and the confusion about the way forward was too obvious in their eyes, and they mechanically completed the orders issued by the general.

California Qingguang looked at the obedient soldiers, and sighed: "These people don't know that they are going to attack their master."

"It's just an order." Hasebe felt that his throat was a little dry, and he replaced the half of the soldier's foot with his foot: "Let's go quickly, when we arrive at Honnoji Temple, our mission will be completed