long way home

The young man lying on the tatami twitched his eyelashes a few times like butterfly feathers, and slowly opened his eyes.He looked blankly at the strange ceiling above his head, not knowing where he was for a moment.

He sat up, and the thin quilt that was covered before slipped off with this movement, exposing his body in white underwear.There was a burst of pain at the shoulder, and the boy opened his shirt, and found that the injured area had been carefully bandaged.A faint medicinal fragrance wafted from under the bandage. The young man was proficient in pharmacology and immediately recognized the smell of hemostatic grass.

It seems that I was saved by someone!

The clothes he wore before have been washed, and the damaged parts have been carefully repaired. Now they are neatly folded and placed beside the boy.

From this, it can be deduced that the boy has been in a coma for a while.But looking at his expression, there was no panic.

After all, he has long been used to such things as opening his eyes and discovering that he has changed places.

The teenager put on his own clothes, and found the weapon he was carrying next to the pillow when he was tidying the bedding. "Well, it seems that the owner here is really a kind person!"

Rescuing a stranger, bandaging his wounds is not enough, and even returning the opponent's weapon to his hand, if he is not absolutely confident in his own force, he is kind to the point of innocence.

The young man looked around and found that the furnishings in this Japanese room were really old, but it was obviously cleaned with care, so it wasn't because the host didn't entertain well, but because he had limited financial resources.

Open the paper door, and the Japanese-style courtyard you entered looks familiar.

"Huh? Here is, a Honmaru?"

Although the scenery is slightly different, the layout of the building here is actually almost the same as the Honmaru where the boy stayed before, so the boy can tell at a glance that this is also a Honmaru.

"But... isn't this place too old?"

Looking at the withered trees in the yard, the dry pond and the collapsed houses in the distance, the young man looked back at the Japanese room where he was lying before, and couldn't help but sigh that the owner here was already using the best room to entertain him. up.

In fact, not only was the building dilapidated, but there was also an ominous atmosphere in this pill.It was clearly daytime, but there seemed to be something invisible covering Honmaru, giving people a feeling of oppression and darkness.

The young man walks towards the courtyard along the veranda, but the further he goes in, the more desolate the scenery becomes. Weeds are overgrown under the wooden steps, cobwebs are formed at the corners, and dark brown unknown liquid is splashed on the damaged paper door. ...

If ordinary people see these scenes, they must think that they have entered a haunted house, and they are too frightened to move on.But the young man has a curiosity far beyond ordinary people, and he will not be intimidated by this situation, but carefully observes everything unusual here.

There is such a move, not because the young man is reckless, but because he has the reliance that nothing will happen.But seeing that he didn't carry the weapon with him, but forgot it in the Japanese room when he woke up, it can be deduced that he didn't rely on force, which is puzzling.

Obviously, the owner here thinks so too.

The owner here is a young girl who seems to be underage. Her clothes are extremely simple, and there is no jewelry on her hair. However, even so, it is difficult to hide her beautiful appearance.

When she pushed open the paper door of the Japanese room with the soup in her hand, she found that the wounded boy was no longer in the room, only the neatly folded quilt and the weapon resting on the quilt.

The girl didn't go far before she found the restless injured patient, "Hey! You just woke up, why don't you take a good rest?"

Then, without waiting for the boy to answer, the girl stepped forward, grabbed his hand and dragged him forcefully back to the previous Japanese room, "It's very dangerous here, you haven't recovered from your injury, don't run around! Even yourself I don’t even bring my body, it’s really big enough!”

As he spoke, he stuffed the boy's weapon into his hand.

It took the young man a half-beat to realize that the "body" mentioned by the other party refers to the dagger in his hand.He smiled embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, I'm not used to using this yet! Did you save me? I'm so grateful!"

The girl waved her hand, "You're welcome! Anyway, you're not the first blade I picked up. But I really didn't recognize who you are? It seems that I have been away from the Government of Time for too long. , the news is too late to even recognize Xinren.”

The young man, that is, He Si who exists in the form of a missing body, played with the Beagalltach slight anger sword in his hand, thinking to himself that the girl in front of him seemed to have misunderstood her identity because of this dagger!

"As for me, now I am the god judge of this hommaru, you can call me Mingjing." Regarding He Si's silence, the god judge who claimed to be Mingjing made a wrong interpretation, she sighed and comforted: " Now that you are here, don’t think about the past anymore. Although the situation here is pretty bad, at least no one will force you to fight anymore. Seeing that you are not seriously injured, you are not even equipped with a sword. If you don’t have one, you can fight alone, it must not be a normal battle, right?”

He Si raised his eyebrows playfully, "In your Honmaru, can you often find sword men from other Honmaru?"

Ming Jing frowned, the attitude of this unidentified dagger boy was a bit strange?It doesn't look like being abandoned by the master at all. Could it be that he doesn't know what he has experienced?

Thinking of this, Ming Jing looked at He Si with even more pity, "Although things may be cruel, I think you still have the right to know the truth. You must have seen it just now, this pill has actually been abandoned! Because For some reason, this Honmaru fell into the gap of time, and only the sword man who was disconnected from the contract by the God Judge during the process of going out would fall here. Now you... In short, you should heal your injuries first All right!"

"A gap in time?" He Si recalled what happened before.

Previously, Heji, Diarmuid, and the swordsmen left Abe House, returned to the place where they first came to this era, and activated the time device corresponding to the Honmaru to leave the Heian era.

Originally, this should be a foolproof teleportation, just like when they came, they returned to Honmaru smoothly.

But when he was traveling quickly in the time channel, He Si suddenly felt a pulling force, throwing him out of the established track.

Because it was teleported in the fast-flowing time, Diarmuid's speed was too late to catch his master, and he just watched He Si disappear in front of them.

Thinking of the terrified look on his servant's face before, He Si's eyes also dimmed, making Dilumu more worried!But since this place is in the gap of time, then when you leave later, use some means to adjust the time of your disappearance to a negligible level, so that Diarmuid doesn't have to worry about how long it will be!

Ming Jing didn't know what He Si was thinking about. He only saw the young man who was still at ease just now lowered his eyes, and the thick and slender eyelashes like wings cast a shadow on his fair and delicate face, so he came up with this The sword man finally knew that he was abandoned by his master (fog), so he was sad and sad (fog).

"You... don't be sad, I've seen situations like yours a lot. Some people's actions are not worthy of being judges, they are not even worthy of being human!" Ming Jing hurriedly tried to comfort her. The young man, however, was filled with righteous indignation as he spoke, "Oh, you are actually quite good. What the men with swords in this Honmaru have experienced is truly outrageous!"

Thinking of the "natives" of this Honmaru, Der Spiegel didn't know what to say.So he eased his mood, and brought the bowl containing the soup to He Si, "This medicine has been stored for a long time, you'd better drink it while it's hot!"

He Si took the medicine bowl, carefully discerned the ingredients inside, and smelled that it was brewed with herbs that promote wound healing.

"Don't get me wrong! It's not that I'm reluctant to give you my spiritual power!" Ming Jing saw that He Si was just looking at the bowl and didn't drink, so he quickly explained, "I signed a contract with this Honmaru, and the spiritual power has also been infected. It’s an ominous atmosphere, so you can’t do hand-in. You just make up for it, and you’ll be fine if you take medicine and take a good rest!”

After all, He Si's body is not the genuine Fu Sangshen, if it is really given to him like an ordinary man with a sword to heal his wounds, then I don't know what the consequences will be.

Seeing that He Si drank the medicine honestly, Ming Jing also breathed a sigh of relief, took out a piece of dried persimmon from his pocket and stuffed it into He Si's hand, "The medicine is a bit bitter, right? This piece of persimmon is just for you to take medicine obediently." The reward is ready! You'd better eat it quickly, otherwise Jiang Xue and Xiao Ye will come back later, and they won't be able to keep it if they are seen!"

Speaking of which, Ming Jing touched the top of He Si's hair, coaxing him like comforting a child.

He Si was a little dumbfounded, but judging by his shrunken body, isn't he just like those short-sword Fusangshen?

At this time, there was a sudden sound of walking in the courtyard, and Ming Jing clapped his hands, "Look, just as I said that, they came back! I'm going to meet them!"

Ming Jing opened the paper door and ran out. He Si looked at the persimmon in his hand, but didn't say anything, wrapped it in a handkerchief and put it in his sleeve, and followed him out.

There was a row of six blades standing in the direction of the gate of Honmaru, among them were five swordsmen of adult size, and a boy with a short sword who looked about the same height as He Si.

None of these blades Heji had seen in Diarmuid's Honmaru, so he didn't know their names.

Ming Jing greeted them for a while, and noticed that everyone's eyes were looking behind her. Turning around, he saw He Si standing under the veranda at some point, so he introduced to him: "These are all related to Men with swords from the same background as you. They are Masamune Tongdanuki, Japan, Dragonfly Kirito, Akashi Kunikori, Eyuki Zuomon and Saya Zuomon."

When He Si was picked up, these few blades were also beside him, and the clothes on his body were changed by Xiao Ye Zuowenwen for him.So in fact, everyone has seen him, but no one knows his name, and can only judge his identity by the short sword he wears.

"Look at me, always so careless! I haven't asked Xin Ren's name yet!" Ming Jing patted his forehead and said embarrassedly.

"I..." He Si was about to announce his name, when suddenly a group of fluffy things jumped up from Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen's shoulders, and rushed towards He Si, interrupting his words.

A soft glutinous dumpling with tender willow-colored hair, a big tail dragging behind it, and short arms and legs happily threw itself into He Si's arms, screaming "Jiu Jiu Jiu!" as if telling him something.

"Mumu?" Ming Jing looked at the small animal like her patron saint in surprise, showing a puzzled expression.

The author has something to say:

Diarmuid: Long live!My master is lost again! (I just said that I won’t panic when anything happens. Is this a slap in the face?)

He Si: Calm down, there is a jet lag!After a while I went back by myself.

The Jiang Xue and Saya who appeared here are the two lost blades of Diarmuid Honmaru.

And the little cute thing that appeared at the end is the lost wooden talisman ghost of the He Si family (the author in front of me has something to say about this one, so I won’t go into details here).