save the judge

"People are made up of countless unique memories, but a pair of twins who are inseparable every day can become saints and murderers when they grow up, maybe because they are born with such genes..."

"If I have countless identical copies, every cell and every drop of blood is indistinguishable, they have the same smile, the same way of thinking, the same principle of doing things, and even the choices they make at each time point They are all the same, so how can we tell who is the original matrix?"

"So I chose thirty Fusangshen, and gave them the following test..."

"From this, it can be concluded that even after experiencing the Broken Knife, Fu Sangshen before and after the Broken Knife can be identified as the 'same person' after obtaining the same memory. The way of life of the mourning god is superior to that of human beings..."

Flamingo's notes are quite messy, probably randomly recorded in the middle of the experiment, without overall logic, just scribbled thought fragments on it, compared to a complete report, this is more like a piece of experiment journal.

The newly printed paper carried the temperature of the human body. Jingujiquan looked at the paper again, and the thin paper was twisted and wrinkled.

The flame in the forge shone on his face, and under the jumping firelight, his expression was a little confused.

The owner of Honmaru sat kneeling on the ground, several short knives were lined up in front of him, the scabbard was dark and dull under the dim light, but the luxurious luster rubbed from the gap of time could still be seen on it.

The solution left by that man is unbelievably simple, that is, to pick a sword that has never given birth to Fusangshen, instill enough memory in it, and then... input spiritual power to summon Fusangshen.

It sounds too simple to be unbearably paranoid.

Jingujiquan looked through these papers carefully again. Although he could memorize the contents above word by word, he still read it again.

Instilling enough memory, this matter was done by Higakiri and Honmaru and other Fusangshin. A lot of equipment was dug up in the flamingo's experimental site. The matter of transferring memory to the sword sounds inexplicable, but that lunatic The man actually made it, Shizheng did not dare to reject Jingujiquan's request, but only asked symbolically, and approved the right to use the equipment without even asking about their purpose.

Fu Sangshen of the entire Honmaru has been searching his stomach for the past few days, recalling the memories of when he was with these few daggers, and the one who is most concerned about this matter, his face is much paler, and he is absent-minded when walking. The first time I saw him eating, he forgot to add vegetables, and just put dry white rice into his mouth numbly.

Four days later, what was sent to Jingujiquan was the very familiar dagger that struck out.

The thin and cold hands of the young man curled up in his sleeves for a long time. In the extreme silence, he could hear the anxious breathing outside the door, and the extremely low and worried sighs and whispers intertwined into a distant background sound like a dream.

His cold fingertips touched the outer shell of the scabbard, and for a moment he couldn't tell who was colder.

The spiritual power curled up obediently in his body, but did not flow out, he was still hesitating.

A fear seized him.

What if...if it doesn't work out.

The uncontrollable thing about this matter is that he can only know whether the experiment is successful if he sees Fu Sangshen himself after inputting spiritual power, and the ridiculous point is - if he has input spiritual power, there is no turning back.

There can only be one Fusangshen with the same sword in a Honmaru, and the rest of the forged swords cannot be summoned by the spiritual power of the god judge at all. If this time fails, a new Fusangshen is summoned...

Then his medicine research, his Akita, his retreat... will never come back.

Is he going to push the innocent summoned Fusangshen into death?Just because "you're not the one I want"?

Jingujiquan's finger on the scabbard turned white.

If it fails...

If it fails...

He closed his eyes in fear, smiled wryly, and moved his hand on the scabbard.

A golden aura bloomed in the dark room, and almost at the same time, the thin cherry blossoms brought a soft wind to set off a faint fragrance in the room, and there was a short surprised sound, and a group of fluffy things stuck to it. Touching Jingujiquan's ankle, the young man opened his eyes and lowered his head to see that a little tiger with black and white fur was hiding at his feet and poking his head.

"I am the Five Tigers retreating...that..."

The short knife with milky white hair stood in front of Izumi Jinguji, his eyes were clear and bright, and he stammered his opening lines.

Ah...he is a very kind and gentle lord, he...would he like Wu Hutui? If you behave better, say what you want to say bravely, and make the lord like you a little more, will it——

He summoned up the courage to speak his starting line, but found that the scorching light in the eyes of the young man in front of him slowly dimmed like ashes, as if the stars in the sky suddenly lost all their luster. Looking at the scene of its shattering again, Hope made the little dagger who had no idea what happened slowly stop his words.

He... looks so sad...

The five tigers stood there in a daze.

why.

Obviously, the moment he saw himself, he was still very happy.

Did you say something wrong?

Dagger stood there in embarrassment, suddenly feeling a deep sadness that didn't seem to belong to him.

This kind of sadness was beyond what his immature heart could bear and understand. The tide-like turbulent sea flooded his cheeks. He was clearly standing here, but the people opposite seemed to be unable to see him at all.

Wuhu Tui looked into Jingong Siquan's eyes and suddenly understood.

——Ah, it turns out, it’s not that I said something wrong...it’s what you want to see, it’s not me at all...is it?

The five tigers retreated and lowered their heads, and subconsciously hugged a cub that was crawling towards his shoulders. His eyes were red, and a large teardrop suddenly rolled down from his eyes.

——Actually...it doesn't matter...Five Tigers Tui is a very common short knife for Yizheng, to be liked by the master like this...He is also very proud...

But... But he really wants to be watched with such anticipation... How happy he is to be waited on with such love...

The little short knife couldn't help sobbing for a while, it will be undone by the knife soon, the consciousness that belongs to him can only exist for such a short time, but...but it doesn't matter...

A slightly cold hand pressed against his cheek, wiping away the tears that kept rolling down.

"Why are you crying? I obviously didn't say anything." The lord's voice was a little hoarse, as if recovering from a serious illness. Wu Hutui looked at him blankly, moved his mouth, and said softly after a while: "Yes... sorry."

The dagger took a step back, and roughly wiped away the tears streaming down his face with his sleeve: "I'm sorry... I, I'm just a little... a little sad..."

After wiping away his tears, Dagger raised his bright eyes, held a little tiger in his hand, suppressed his crying, and asked earnestly and obediently: "So, is it time to solve it now?"

Even though he had a clear understanding of his own destiny, he couldn't help sobbing when he said that word.

Jingujiquan was stunned for a while, and was silent for a while.

The five tigers retreating in front of them were trying their best to show their obedience, just like the previous one, although they were shy, they had enough courage to face all their own bad luck.

——Did Zhen Wuhu Tui cry like this when he was thrown into the fire?

Jingongjiquan suddenly felt a little tired, he bowed back to the five tigers who were still waiting for an answer, and apologized: "No, I should apologize, I summoned you for my own delusion, but I didn't give you what you deserved. like."

Wuhu Tui looked terrified: "No, no... please don't do this..."

Jingujiquan straightened his body, and said softly: "Please stay at ease, my Honmaru will only have you get out of the way, the first phase has already arrived, do you want to live with him? You can apply to change the room ..."

After babbling a lot, Jingong Jiquan suddenly stopped talking, and he was silent again: "I'm sorry, I seem to be distracted again."

Wu Hutui looked at him without saying a word.

Just now, did you dismiss me as another one?Is that what you want to say to him?

Jingujiquan's fingers rubbed the other two daggers, this time it won't work, maybe you can try again?Maybe something went wrong, and if I try again, maybe it will be—

The golden-colored spiritual power flowed out at the moment when he was distracted. Jingong Siquan was stunned for a moment, and then extreme panic appeared on his face. He stretched out his hand as if trying to grab something back, but it was futile in the eyes of the five tigers. Grab a handful of air.

"No, wait—"

The hoarse shout was stuck in the middle, and the figure in the cherry blossoms had gradually solidified.

"Oh, General, I'm Yaken Toshiro..."

"I'm Akita Toshiro..."

Two clear or delicate voices sounded overlapping, and Jingujiquan became stiff.

After reciting the starting line step by step, the two-strike dagger looked at his master, but found that he was sitting there motionless, while their brother Wu Hutui was standing aside with the little tiger in his arms, and it seemed that he had just been summoned. Still with tears--

—Tearstains?

Yaken Toshiro frowned, and glanced at his new master warily.

His look made Jingongjiquan suddenly come back to his senses, the black-haired young man and Yaoken looked at each other for two seconds, and gradually calmed down in the strange eyes full of speculation and vigilance.

Then, the judge of Honmaru showed a gentle smile without any flaws: "Welcome to my Honmaru, we will get along together in the future, please take care of me."

The young judge bowed his head politely, and several Fusangshen immediately returned the salute.

"Then, let the first phase take you to familiarize yourself with Honmaru. Don't worry about scheduling. There are still enough manpower at present."

The black-haired young man stood up and nodded to them again: "You are welcome."

His voice was very calm.

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"Hmm...the main hall doesn't even go downstairs?"

After staying in Honmaru for six or seven days, Wu Hutui has almost forgotten what happened that day, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to this family, but he was very puzzled by the fact that he seldom saw the judge.

"This... the main hall is not in good health. Although he has recovered from the disease, he still needs to recuperate, and there is Higakiri..." Atsuto Shiro walked away with the big bamboo basket containing dried radishes and the five tigers. On the corridor, I was talking to him about some things about Honmaru.

"But... if you don't go downstairs often, it's not good for your health. In the past, at least you can bring your Highness down to bask in the sun..." Wuhu Tui was still a little worried.

"Yeah, so the main hall was much more obedient at that time—" Atsuto Shiro suddenly stopped, and he looked at the five tigers with strange eyes, "—wait a minute, I have talked to Tui before Is it about taking the main hall to bask in the sun?"

Wu Hutui looked back at him blankly: "I, I don't know...suddenly...said it."

Atsushi Shiro and him stared blankly at each other for two seconds.

"You mean...you suddenly remembered?"

Facing the brothers who got the news and surrounded them, Wuhu backed back again and again: "I, I don't know... It's just, I just feel like I forgot something, and then I remembered it..."

Rantoshiro stared at Wuhutui and muttered to himself, "So it's not a failure, but a signal delay?"

"Do you want to tell the main hall?"

"Of course I have to! The main hall has been very sad these days..."

"Who's going to tell?"

A few strikes of short knives gathered around and murmured together, while the five tigers at the side touched the soft face of the little tiger in his arms, with a slightly dazed look on their faces.

He is not a fool, of course he understands what the brothers said, what they mean is that he is always waiting for the main hall...?

Xiao Diandao lowered his head, feeling a little panic in his heart, and uncontrollable joy was about to flow from the corner of his mouth.

If, if so...

The slender boy buried his face in the tiger cub's thick fur, and let out a vague and weeping sigh from his throat: "That's really... so happy..."

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Jingujiquan bent down to cut the pots of luxuriant camellias on the window sill. Spring is approaching, and these pots of flowers bloom very brightly. Big red flowers are falling on the branches, and the noisy growth is almost barbaric. .

The cool spring wind rubbed the bare/exposed wrist and rolled it into the loose cuff, Jingujiquan shivered, and almost cut off a flower bud that was about to open.

He stopped, trying to pull the clothes on his shoulders, when he heard a very familiar voice behind him.

The voice of vibrating the dagger has always had a hoarse and steady voice compared to that of an adult male, and at the end it habitually lowered slightly, as if always smiling: "Why do you still not pay attention to keeping warm? If you get sick again, it's not like taking medicine." Easy."

Jingujiquan was stunned for a moment, and put down the scissors. The other party's tone was tremblingly familiar. He wanted to ask who the valet was today and why he came up suddenly, but he heard the other party continue to say: "... Ah, although it's a bit disruptive to open up the topic of drinking medicine as soon as you come back, but general, I really don't want to prescribe you any more medicine, so I just treat it as a favor for your poor retainer, how about it?"

Jingujiquan's breathing became rapid, he turned his head suddenly, and met a pair of gentle purple eyes.

Those are very familiar and tolerant eyes. In the hard and sharp pupils like amethyst, there is still a sense of calm and heavy tolerance flowing through the years. The young man with a beautiful face and a slender body pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, lazy in the spring In the bright sunlight, he smiled at the God-inspector who turned his head.

"Hey, General, long time no see."

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