Moon Black Wind Gao Aunt Haunted

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A long time ago, before Qingtu took over No.128 Honmaru, he also had a knife.

And probably, maybe, it could be the Higakiri of the Genji family. As for, why do you say "probably"?Because... when Qingtu met him, he was not inside the gate of the Genji family.

"Nonsense, the gate of Genji... I can't get in either."

In the rain, the god named Qingtu looked down at him with an oil-paper umbrella.

In that year, it was far less than 99 years since Higakiri was forged, and the young Fusangshen was born ahead of time because of killing countless demons and ghosts. However, he will never wait until 99 years.

He was cast out, cast out of his own sword.

The monster lived in his body.

It's that... Minamoto Raimitsu used him and worked together to injure the monster, that monster that was bleeding from the nose and mouth, but still roared to dedicate its loyalty to Shuten-douji and Ibaraki-douji, and to rush up and die together.

But at this moment, he was in his body, looking at Minamoto Raimiko with loyal eyes.

Looking at his body that was slowly fading and dissipating, the young Toujian Fusangshen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was him and not Kagemaru.

The child-sized Dao Jian Fu Sangshen turned around and staggered out. He was happy because his master, or the former master, finally got a sword he wanted, a truly peerless magic weapon, a Hilt...a sword stronger than him.

very nice.

He stepped out of the vermilion door, his pure white body glowed faintly in the gloomy rainy day, he walked a few steps forward, and crashed into a shadow.

a woman.

She was holding an umbrella, and her eyes calmly fell on the plaque of Genji's house, as if she was looking at something through the plaque. After a while, she realized his existence.

He raised his head, the cold rain penetrated his transparent body, leaving only the cold touch lingering and refusing to dissipate, he looked at her.

This woman, he knew.

Since Minamoto Raimitsu made a high-profile appearance in Heian-kyo, every meeting must discuss her, speculate on her, and...discuss how to get rid of her.

Even after Gao Tianyuan gave her the status of a god, Minamoto Raimiko was still deeply afraid!

But now, this feared object is standing in front of him openly!

Hidekiri put his hand on his waist subconsciously, wanting to draw the knife to be on guard, but when he touched it, there was nothing... The empty touch made Hidekiri startled.

Yes, he no longer has a knife.

The rain was blocked by the oiled paper umbrella, casting a dark shadow. She was wearing a black dress that was different from the kimono. It was embroidered with the most fashionable red peonies in the Tang Dynasty, and then... she stretched the skirt, elegantly half crouched in front of him.

Hikiri held his breath——

Her hairstyle was cumbersome and complicated, and it was done very delicately. After braiding and hanging beside her pale cheeks, she looked a bit virtuous and gentle, just like an ordinary young lady from a rich family.

This guy who was given the title of god because of Gao Tianyuan's jealousy, this "ghost ringworm" who is loathed and feared by all gods, is this his true face?

She stretched out her hand stained with the juice of impatiens, and gently caressed his cheek, wiping away the drops of water hanging from the corners of his eyes.

"Come home with me."

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Along the way, Qingtu carefully held him in his arms, and he was carried to the shrine like this, just like a little son loved by his mother in the street/alley, being held in his arms lovingly .

The four-year-old boy looked clean, his hands and feet huddled together, and when he was hugged in his arms, only his head with a milky white mushroom head was left. He was shaking all the time, whether it was nervousness or freezing.

It's like holding a kitten that just opened its eyes, just holding it in my arms, there is a sense of satisfaction spontaneously.

Qingtu hugged him and turned left all the way, and finally arrived at the brand-new shrine in front of him.

Next door is the shrine of Fengshen who also serves as the god of forging.

The envoy of the god of forging is a dragon, and he hovers majestically behind him on weekdays. Not only does he look majestic, but he actually plays a scouting role.

For example, now, even though the distance is very far, Fenglong can see the blue map that is still a small black spot in the distance, and he immediately becomes vigilant.

"Master Fengshen, quickly that woman is here, don't let her take away the shrine!"

Fenglong's tone was very eager, like Nobita who just got a new toy, but met Fat Tiger the next second.

The pink-haired deity closed her eyes and meditated helplessly opened her one eye, raised her hand and rubbed the head of her own envoy, "This is her shrine."

When Qingtu followed Dongdu JP and successfully landed in Normandy, the first thing to suffer was the shrine of the wind god who also served as the god of forging.

A shrine with a rustic flavor, it was abruptly possessed and turned into a mural and graffiti art gallery.In this regard, Qingtu also felt a little embarrassed after the accident, so he simply divided Gao Tianyuan's welfare into housing... I mean, the new shrine that was distributed was given to this Fengshen, while he continued to live in the original Fengshen Shrine .

Out of nowhere, this Fengshen-sama got a high-end shrine by a blessing in disguise.

So he was also prepared in his heart, if this moody god repents, he will be prepared to return to his shrine.

But of course Qingtu didn't come to ask for the shrine.

"You mean... to forge a sword?"

Oh, they are not here to grab a house, but customers who are here to place an order!

Qing Tu nodded, holding the drowsy sword Fu Sangshen in one hand, and pushed a blueprint over with the other hand.

"This is..." Fengshen unfolded the drawings, and there were various data of Taidao on it, but this size data... the more you look at it, the more familiar it is.

This is clearly Genji's sword, the specific value of Onikiri!

"If you want me to copy this sword, then I'm sorry, you can go back." Shenming refolded the drawing and pushed it to Qingtu's side, serving tea to the guests.

Qingtu didn't move, she looked at Fengshen suspiciously, wanting an answer.

Before Fengshen could speak, the envoy of Fenglong beside him spoke first.

"We, Lord Fengshen, never pirate counterfeit goods."

It is everyone's responsibility to resist copycats, even in the Heian era, we must not relax!Moreover, the forging level of the God of Forging is much higher than that of human swordsmiths. If his counterfeit Onikiri surpasses the original version, where will you let Yuan Laiguang lose face?

This is not something that can be solved by the contemporary complaint that "the quality of the fake AJ is overwhelmed by the genuine AJ"!While it's true, you can't say the words.

"...I'll pick it up in three days." Fengshen said to the troubled Qingtu at this time, "I'll make you a new one."

His eyes fell on the child in Qingtu's arms. The child was sleeping peacefully, but there was still a metal killing aura that belonged to the sword that could not be ignored.

God knows.

"Just three days?" At this moment, she was stunned by the speed without going through the black technology of Shizhizheng/fu that "makes a sword in two or three hours" in Honmaru.

Is there any quick group of custom-made swords?

Qingtu blankly paid two royal dharma as a deposit, and was about to go up the mountain to hide in his shrine. However, he was called back when he was still halfway up the mountain. As a god named "forging", he was actually a It was forged in half an hour.

"Because it's just to make a body." The god slapped Duang, the newly baked large blade, in front of her, making Qingtu unable to help but wonder... This blade, don't be made out of plasticine.

No wonder she thinks this way, as the spirit born of the mural, she can naturally feel that this sword looks like a large steel knife, without the slightest aura, like a piece of dry land, let alone 99 years, even if it is 999 years There will be absolutely nothing in the year to give birth to Fusangshen.

However, this is the most suitable host for the child in his arms.

"Think of a name." Fengshen took out the carving knife, and prepared to carve the name on the stem of the knife after Qingtu named the new knife.

This is a good question.

The names of the swords and swords in this place are always particularly difficult to remember, and the names of five or six characters always break through the lower limit, which is very difficult to remember.

She can't control others, but she can control herself.

After pondering for a while, she raised her head and looked at the branches dripping with rain in the distance, and suddenly said, "You can store wine on credit for medicine collection, and fight wild monks when you are growing branches."

This is a poem by Lu You in the Song Dynasty, which is obviously not available at this time, so it is obviously a bug for Qingtu to memorize this poem, but unlike the readers in front of the screen, Fengshen is completely unaware of this.

The medicine collection can be credited to the wine in the mountain shop, and when you are in Qiongzhi, you can fight wild monks

His eyes just brightened. The name Qiongzhijian is tough but not lacking in elegance. From a small perspective, it is more than ruthless. It is worthy of the fate of the country——

"Then call it jungle."

Fengshen stared blankly at Ms. Qingtu, who seemed to have said some outrageous name just now, regretfully wanting to take back all the praise she had just given.

All right, as long as Party A is happy.

Qingtu began to rummage around in her pockets, trying to find the final payment, because she was called down by Fenglong before returning to the shrine, and she didn't have anything on her body now.

"No hurry, it won't be too late to pay after the child can adapt to the new body." Fengshen, who also serves as the god of forging, waved his hand. Forging knives is not his main business, otherwise it would be impossible to forge it in an hour and a half. .

After all, Fu Sangshen was born attached to the sword, changing the body can be said to be a fundamental move, so whether he can adapt to this sword, he is only 50% sure, so if not, she will come to him to customize it New knife, so no rush.

Besides, it was a blessing in disguise for him to occupy such a large shrine in Qingtu, so it is impossible for people to rush around because of the final payment.

However, he never expected that the final payment... He actually received it in an unexpected way.

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The sword man named "Jungle" opened his eyes blankly. He rubbed his waist and got up from the ground. The feeling of being kicked just now was too obvious to be a dream.

This enemy called "Moon Feather Princess" seems to have the ability to make people fall into memories. The jungler rubbed his pulsating temples, and the milky white mushroom head of his childhood had been scattered to his waist, stained with a lot of dust.

The immature boy in the memory just now has grown into a tall and straight young man, with a gentle manner and a strong character. Although he is gentle, there is a sharpness of a blade hidden underneath.

He turned his head and saw that Yu Zaoqian was also clutching his waist in embarrassment. The previous gorgeous coat looked dirty, and the shoe print of a woman's shoe on it was particularly conspicuous.

Especially the obvious "tick mark" on the sole of the shoe, he could tell right away that it was the shoe print of Master Qingtu of their family.

I don't know when it started, but she always likes to wear this kind of shoes with a check mark.

"Did Lord Qingtu come here just now?" He asked.

Yu Zaoqian had a livid face, as if he had just been blackmailed, nodded, and did not give the jungler a good look at all.

It fell, and it fell on a rabbit!

The jungler took a few steps forward, and at the foot of the cliff, hundreds of onmyojis were holding the porcelain vases from Yuzao, and using crowd tactics to bombard Tsuki no Yu Ji, the battle situation was very clear.

Well, it seems that there is no need for the two of them to make another move.

Many onmyoji not far away seemed to recognize him, and immediately waved to the jungler enthusiastically.

"Hey, dozing off here, hunting for broad blades, we're about to kill the boss, it's nothing to do with you, go home and sleep."

"That's right, rune sword, go back, now there are only bosses, and there are no wild monsters for you to fight."

"Pojun, go find your family Daji quickly, you can see that her face has turned dark hahahahaha."

I don't know what's going on, every onmyoji from another world, after hearing his name, was first shocked, then blushed, then burst into laughter, and finally began to call him nicknames...

Well, currently he has more nicknames than Kagemaru.

And his current users are all labeled as "King Jungler". It's strange, isn't it... Jungle is not only his name, but also an adjective?

The jungler probably didn't understand this question for a while.

"Let's go, go back." Yuzao's face remained unchanged, "She took the fragrant knife away, and now no one is looking at the child."

Immediately afterwards, the jungler felt a tightness in the back of his neck, and in front of countless visitors from other worlds, Yu Zaoqian grabbed his collar and dragged him back without any shame.

They didn't know that just this dragging action was recorded, and P became a ghost animal, or a mixed cut of cp, which became popular again on pilipipili.com.

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When Qingtu threw the "Xiang Daozi" in front of Yuzao's mouth at the door of Honmaru, he unexpectedly saw California Qingguang and Xiaohumaru who had returned together after a long journey.

Of course, there is also the depressed Xiaodou Changguang.

"We have figured out the identity of the god judge." As soon as California Qingguang returned to Honmaru, seeing that other swords were opening their mouths to say something to him, California Qingguang spoke first.

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent.

California Qingguang took a deep breath, and then spoke word by word.

"Wu Daozi, the sage of painting, the only authentic handed down——

"Hell in disguise"

The author has something to say: After a deep reflection, I found that I was OOC...

He was already about to break his leg for the sake of breaking his leg...it was very hopeless.

The retribution is that, among my four flower knives, he is still Luan Wu lv1...

There will be time in the future, and all the content of the first issue will be greatly changed. After all, a broken leg must be in accordance with the Basic Law, right? ! !