【Touken Ranbu】Guide to Cultivating a God Judge

Now, in a dessert shop in Wanwu, Izumi Mori Kanesada and the God Judge are having a unique and unique date for two people.

Izumi Mori Kanesada was sitting restlessly opposite the God-inspector, his eyes were evasively peeping at the God-inspector, the little fox was eating a big strawberry with its mouth wide open, red juice oozed from the corner of his mouth, and the God-inspector Stretch out your tongue to lick...the bright red tip of your tongue slid across the tender red lips, licking away the thin line of red juice...

Alas.

Izumi closed his eyes abruptly and started pounding his head on the table.

The sound of his forehead hitting the table attracted the judge who was addicted to the cake and couldn't help himself. He tilted his head, held a small spoon in his mouth, put his hands on the table, and looked at Izumi Mori obediently.

"What are you doing?"

The double bonus of the critical strike made Izumimori almost dying, but he still insisted on being a pure knife, and said weakly, "It's okay."

The judge let out a "hmm", and when he heard Izumi Shou said that he was fine, he ignored him and continued to eat on his own, so Jiansang's sad hair drooped.

It's rare to come out to play with the main hall, is it necessary to pass the time without embarrassment?

Alas!I am so unwilling!

So Izumi Mori Kanesada decided to work hard, earn his own living, and try his best to get to his beloved main hall.

Fu Sangshen secretly took out his mobile phone. This high-tech gadget has become as popular as tablet computers in the entire Honmaru. Except for the atrium of the god judge, everyone has installed a network cable and installed a wireless network. Even the grandfather combination can be skilled These old knives sat in front of the table with a teacup in their hands and scratched at the tablet all day long. I don’t know what they were doing. Every time Izumi Mamoru wanted to see it, Horikawa would find one or another reason to turn him away.

Although he didn't notice it himself.

At this time, Izumi Mamoru opened the reading software on his mobile phone, and clicked on the first book displayed on it, um, "One Hundred Ways of Pursuing God".

The first method: Find out his hobbies and prescribe the right medicine.

Izumi Shou thought for a while, put the phone on the table, cleared his throat and spoke.

"Cough... the main hall...?"

The judge looked up at him blankly.

He Quanshou blushed when he was looked at by the pure eyes of the god judge, but he still said firmly, "Do you...do you usually like to do anything?"

The judge looked at him puzzled, "Um...sleep?"

...Everyone knows this kind of thing!Say something meaningful, can't you?

Although he was hit, our handsome and practical Izumi Mori Kanesada-sama did not give up!Playing his unswerving and beautiful qualities, he continued to ask questions!

"Can you explain in more detail?" Izumi Shoudao, "Because we Fusangshen... all want to get closer to you..." With a fragile expression, and a little cautious desire...

Full score!

However, the appraiser didn't respond at all. He licked the cream in the spoon and hesitated, "Hmm...sleep with Xiao Ye?"

Crit!

This time, Izumi Shou was so shocked that he lay on the table unable to speak, flicking the page of the phone listlessly, and the "One Hundred Ways of Pursuing God" on it was suddenly turned to the last page.

The hundredth method: ask the name of your judge, if you get the correct answer, then congratulations, you are not far from success.

huh huh?

Izumi put the phone back with a snap, and buried his head in his arms.

It feels completely impossible to ask or not, but I really want to know the name of the main hall, etc. I really want to know!

and many more! !

He Quanshou suddenly thought of something. According to the appearance of the god judge before, he did not look like a god judge who had been trained according to the formal process. On the contrary, he looked like a young son from a powerful family who came out to experience it?By the way, that information should not be available to ordinary backgrounds. Such a top-secret thing must have a lot of authority. In addition, the powerful strength of the gods and the ignorant personality that does not match the strength...

I feel like I can get a name!

It was rare for Fu Sangshen, who was clever in this aspect for a while, to "biling" a small light bulb on his head, and he suddenly raised his head to look hopefully at the appraiser who was eating a mouthful of cream.

"The main hall!"

The judge looked up in shock.

"Well?"

Izumi Shou straightened his sitting posture, stared at the examiner without hesitation, and asked solemnly: "Can you tell me your name? I promise not to disclose it to any other fusangshen."

Izumi Shou was very nervous, and asked the real name of the God-inspector. This was something he had never dared to think about before. No, they had tried to find out the real names of the previous God-inspectors before, but their purpose was to make them Shenyin, but now, he and Izumi Shou Kanesada really want to know the name of his main hall, and keep it in their hearts.

The judge blinked, and felt from Izumi Mamoru's expression and movements that he attached importance to his name, and he couldn't help correcting his posture.

"Name..." The judge put his finger on his chin, and said the precious word easily, "My name is [Changting], it is a word in Qin Qin's farewell poem, which represents farewell and longing mean."

Izumi murmured the name of the examiner, and the awkward Chinese flowed from his lips into his throat, and flowed into his heart along the blood vessels, making thousands of rounds in his heart.

"I was actually born at the end of the prehistoric period, and I was transformed in the Shang and Zhou dynasties. My parents came from two different races, and they were both well-known strong men in their ethnic groups." It is not easy to be born with mixed blood, my mother gave birth to me very hard, but when I was born I was born with congenital deficiencies, I have been sleeping all the time, there were endless battles, and I didn’t even see my parents for the last time.”

Having said that, the god-judgment's expression was obviously downcast, and Izumi Mori couldn't help reaching out to hold the god-judgment's fingers that were constantly stirring on the table.

"The main hall..."

The god judge raised his head, perhaps because the worry on Izumi Shou's face was too strong, the god judge smiled at him unnaturally, with a hint of relief, he clenched Izumi Shou's hand behind his back.Fu Sangshen's hand was obviously a size bigger than his, and it was covered with cocoons from many years of sword practice. It was thick and hard, and it was uncomfortable to hold, but it felt extra secure.

So the judge continued on.

"I was named by my younger brother. It's very interesting, because my younger brother is a purebred nine-tailed fox, so his growth rate is normal. When he becomes an adult, he can be on his own. I'm still a little milk fox. The road is not stable."

Speaking of this, the god judge couldn't help laughing, his expression was soft and inconceivable.

Izumi Shou couldn't help laughing, "The main hall must have been cute when he was young."

"I don't know if it's cute or not, but it's hard to raise." The judge rubbed the calluses on Izumi Shou's fingers, "I'm ashamed to say that I am an older brother, but I didn't do anything for my younger brother, but he did it for me. worry."

He Quanshou's heart felt itchy when he was touched by the god judge's fingers, but he still endured it and dared to pinch the god judge's fingertips.

"Go ahead and talk about the name." The judge didn't care, and continued, "My parents passed away before they gave me a name. My brother was entrusted by his parents to come to the place where I slept, and then he wanted to It took him hundreds of years to think about it, and it was not until the pre-Qin period that he copied this word from the "Book of Songs" to give me a name."

The corner of Izumi's mouth twitched, "It's pretty unreliable."

"That's right." The judge laughed, "He's just like that. He's obviously younger than me, but he's always worrying about it every day."

Izumi Shou had never seen a god judge laugh like this. For a moment, like a hundred flowers blooming, the ice and snow melted, and a bright firework exploded in front of his eyes.

Click.

Faced with a small black square, the interrogator asked strangely, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Izumi Shou put the phone on the table while changing the subject, "I was just thinking, Lord Hall, you look very cheerful now, and it's different from when you first came here."

"Ah..." I felt a little embarrassed when I mentioned this judge, "You mean when you first came here, it was the spring sleepy period, and I was sleepy all day long." His voice gradually lowered when he said this, "And ah... I spend most of my time sleeping, and I have less contact with the outside world... Well, so I don't know how to get along with others." At the end, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

The little fox is unexpectedly sensitive in some aspects. During his few waking hours, he also encountered all kinds of ghosts and gods, some with good intentions and others with evil intentions, which made him a little helpless.

"Huh?" Izumi Shou didn't expect this to be the reason. He always thought that the God Judge despised them and that the Dark Falling Knife didn't want to have more contact with them.

Wait, now is a good opportunity!

"Main hall, how about this?" Izumi Mamoru showed a sweet smile, inexplicably a bit like Horikawa coaxing Yamaba to change the sheets, "Let me come with you! You are not familiar with Honmaru, are you? Wanya has nothing Go shopping, there are many things you don’t know very well, right? I know all of these! How about I teach you?”

"But... won't it bother you?" The judge hesitated a little.

"Not at all!" Izumi compared his arm to a big fork, "I'd be happy to do this for you! Just take it as a reward for telling me your name, how about it?"

"Well, I'll trouble you then." Now that Izumi Shou said so, the God Judge didn't refuse and agreed.

Izumi Shou happily floated out a field of flowers.

"Ah, that's right."

"What's the matter?" Izumi Mori shook his head and put on a handsome pose, "I can answer any questions for you!"

The judge scratched his cheek with his index finger and said shyly.

"What's your name?"

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The author has something to say:

Hmm... This article has something to do with Sansheng Sanshimu, really.

I do not comment on Tang Qi's behavior, after all, I am not the original author, so I am not qualified to argue with her.

I was just thinking that the author should be very sad when the wind blows.

In addition, the behavior of the Cultural Bureau is chilling.

Quoting the words of a lady on lof, the world's articles are full of literati.