save the judge

Jingujiquan is sure that he has never been here.

He stood on the huge cherry tree and looked down. What he could see was a very vast land, like a small city, which was simply divided into three parts. The outer layer, Ichinomaru, had the largest area and contained the hills. And the forest, the Ninomaru contained by it is a neatly reclaimed world, ponds and streams. When crossing a river, there are obvious traces of human activities and habitation.

According to the distribution of ancient buildings in Japan, there should be Honmaru, the place where the lord of this land lives.

In the courtyard covered with white sand, several landscape pine trees are planted high and low, and there is also a complete view of dry mountains and rivers. A row of stone lanterns connects from the gate all the way to the steps under the corridor. The house is surrounded by flying wings, and further inside, there is a slightly smaller courtyard. The tower standing in the center is surrounded by many houses.

Jingongjiquan didn't know why he came here, but he was not in a hurry. Although he had never been here before, he always had a sense of familiarity psychologically. Even this big tree gave him a very stable feeling.

This is really rare.

Thinking of this, he found a branch in the tree and sat down leisurely. Through the layers of green leaves, the faint movement below aroused his curiosity again.

It seems that someone is down there?

The soul without entity just floated down with just such a move of the mind.

Yao Yan held the teacup in his hand and shook it carelessly, the tea inside was always swirling around the edge, but not a single drop was spilled.

The black-haired dagger is sitting in a bold and majestic posture, with one leg spread wide open, and the white coat is dragged on the grass, and many soft leaves have fallen on it.

There was a plain-colored blanket next to him, and the black-haired young man was lying there, covered with a thin quilt that was pulled up to his chin, Yaken would look back at him from time to time to confirm the situation and help him adjust his posture.

Candlestick cutters and a bunch of short knives are bringing out the food in the basket plate by plate. The quantity is not much. It can be seen that the chef has exhausted his mind to make more tricks with the limited materials.

Ishikirimaru was smiling and watching his companions chatting, holding a pot of low-alcohol sake in his hand.

This Zhenda Taidao is not as obsessed with wine as some of his colleagues, but in this lively occasion, drinking is always more atmospheric than drinking tea.

He looked at the smiling face of Qingjiang and whispered a few words to his fellow Tian Guanzhengguo beside him. The silent and serious Dao Dao seemed to be taken aback for a while. Poor shook his body and laughed non-stop.

... I want to know, what strange words did the Wakizawa, who always likes to joke, say again.

Shiqiemaru smiled, lowered his head and poured himself a glass of wine.

The clear wine smashed into the bottom of the glass, splashing tiny drops of water, like crystals scattered and falling, refracting the sunlight shining brilliantly.

The light only lasted for a few seconds before disappearing, but Ishikimaru suddenly raised his head.

There seems to be something—

"Everyone!"

Imai ran over from the direction of Honmaru, waving his hands, his fair face was blushing with excitement, his silver hair floated behind him, he looked happier when he saw his companions under the tree, and he was stepping on the single-tooth wooden clogs at a fast speed It's incredible, fully exerting the advantage of the short knife.

"Everyone! - Hotaru woke up!"

Accompanied by his shout, the red-haired dagger who was teasing the tiger with Wu Hutui jumped up and looked at Jin Jian: "Really!"

The big sword under the tree is still holding a wine glass, looking up thoughtfully at the mottled branches that cut the sunlight.

Is that strange feeling his illusion?

The sudden good news made the Fusangshen happy, Yakiri Hasebe also relaxed, and rubbed his chin thinking: "In this case, it should be time for Hikiri to wake up too?"

Jingujiquan listened to their conversation from the tree with great interest. In fact, according to common sense, he should not understand the content of these Fusangshen's conversations.In the soul state, he seems to be half asleep and half awake, and his consciousness is always vague, as if he has become an ignorant child. When he was wandering in the past, he always listened to other people's words, but he couldn't understand a single sentence out of three. .

But this time was different, he actually listened to their conversation completely, and he was in a great mood, as if he was in his own home, listening to his relatives talking.

Also, by the way, has he heard of the name "Firefaction Maru" somewhere?

Jingujiquan, who was awakened by Jinjian's cry, thought about it until he saw the silver-haired and green-eyed Fusangshen who followed him from afar, and a bell rang in his head.

Ah~ Isn't this the child he saw before he fell into a coma!

Clenched a fist with his left hand and smashed it into the palm of his right hand, he nodded vigorously, yes, he was right!

Jingongjiquan suddenly became happy, stood up briskly, and was about to go down the tree to get a closer look at the child.

As soon as he made a movement, Ishikimaru raised his head and looked over at the same time.

The God Sword that has been enshrined in the shrine for a long time always smiles with a good temper, showing a kind and gentle aura like an old father, but he is a sword after all, and he does not lack the sharpness that belongs to the sword. With such a glance, Just let Jingujiquan shake his head, stepped on the air and fell straight down.

The falling of the soul would not touch anything, and of course it did not attract anyone's attention. Even Ishikimaru couldn't see anything there, just a vague feeling, and he raised his head suspiciously.

On the other hand, Owaki Tsubasa, who was farther away, suddenly turned his head, and then his eyes widened, with a distorted Munch expression on his face, ignoring that he was still sitting, he straightened his upper body and raised his hands as if to catch something , Tong Tian Guanzhengguo, who was knocked away by him, arched his head on Hasebe's back, and Hasebe also crashed into Candlestick Kiri's arms.

Not to mention the chain chaos here, even if Qing Jiang wished to grow two more legs, he couldn't keep up with the speed of the soul's fall.

At the end of the fall, Jingujiquan seemed to see a pair of extremely beautiful eyes with different colors, one was scarlet like sunset, and the other was beautiful and bright golden.

"Owner?"

Qing Jiang kept lying on the ground in a very distorted posture, fixedly looking at the direction where the black-haired God-inspector was sleeping, and murmured to himself in confusion.

"Qingjiang Palace?" The very tempered Otachi rarely stopped laughing, and he frowned slightly, "You... what did you see just now?"

Smiling Qingjiang didn't speak, and still maintained that yoga pose that was very embarrassing for his back.

The two vibrating swords looked at each other, and the other Fusangshen looked at each other blankly. They didn't know what happened in the communication between the two of them. Both eyes widened at the same time. Oyaki almost got up and rushed towards the judge. He also stood up and knelt down beside the judge.

Jingongjiquan didn't know where he fell, he only felt a suction force enveloping him, and his light soul fell into a vortex, and after he was dizzy, the heavy feeling of covering him He pulled back to the ground, the pressure of suffocation gave him the urge to leave this body again.

Good weight……

So sad……

All Fusangshen held their breath.

The smiling Qing Jiang's expression was still a little uncertain, and before and after he finished the matter in a few words, this Zhenyaki had killed a female ghost before, and his sensitivity to souls was even better than that of Yushendao. In his eyes, that soul had a very The beautiful rich golden color is exactly the same as the spiritual power of the sword in the bedroom, and it is more intense and gentle.

...is an attractive temperature.

The hands of the inquisitor were slender and thin. Due to the disease, only a layer of skin and flesh was left to wrap the bones. Therefore, the fingers appeared to be longer, the bones were beautifully shaped, and the fingertips were pale and sick.

Under the earnest gaze of the Fusangshen, that finger trembled slightly.

"Lord?!"

"The main hall!"

"Owner!"

The shouts one after another immediately broke the breathless waiting silence, and the knives took advantage of their size to get to the innermost layer, and Ranto Shiro even lay down directly next to the face of the god examiner.

The breathing of the black-haired young man changed from steady and slow to rapid, and his icy white face turned a little red. He seemed to be suffering from severe pain in a dream, his brows were tightly frowned, and the Fusangshen who were watching aside My heart is pulled up.

"Master? What's wrong with you?! Yaken—" Hasebe almost jumped up, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he pressed Candlestick Cut's head, watching Jinguji's whole body trembling, wishing to replace him with his own body.

Sweat was dripping from Yaken's forehead, he checked Jinguji gently and quickly, but found nothing wrong, so he couldn't help gritting his teeth.

Jingujiquan has never felt that the soul entering the body is such an uncomfortable thing. It is very easy and pleasant to enter its body, why this time...

So how did this man die?What disease did he have? !Just wake up and kill yourself!

The strange feeling of being torn apart washed over his brain, he couldn't feel his limbs, he was struggling to breathe, the sound of his heartbeat echoed in his mind, every jump used up all the strength of his body ,and……

cold.

so cold.

It was as if a large part of the soul was missing, unable to provide the body with the heat it needed. Jinguji gasped and struggled to open his eyes.

"It's so cold..."

The vocal cords that haven't been used for a long time can't produce any coherent syllables, and they rub together hoarsely, making out-of-pitch sounds.

Immediately, a blanket wrapped his body, and the five senses of the newly awakened person were blurred and chaotic. Jinguji opened his eyes blankly. He actually couldn't see clearly what was in front of him. Everything was covered with a layer of mist. , He only blinked a few times, the light sense made the pupils shrink sharply, and tears flowed down.

Transparent tears covered the black pupils of his eyes, his vision could not be focused, and there was a slight blush at the end of his eyes, but this handsome face was filled with vitality because of the opening of the eyes. Strange, obviously just simply opened, there is a kind of seductive temperament, even the sickly pale has become a kind of strange and cold beauty.

"The main hall..." Hotaru craned his toes and stretched his neck to look into the crowd, seeing that Jinguji opened his eyes, he immediately called out.

This cry seemed to bring back Jinguji's drifting mind. At the moment when those eyes became dark and introverted, Fu Sangshen who was present felt an obvious force.

The power spread from the God-inspector, like the ripples of water, pushing away layer by layer from this small place, covering the whole Myriad Yezakura tree, the courtyard, the castle tower, and the Honmaru. The whistling momentum of the mountains and seas swept across Ninomaru, rolled over the rolling hills, and the wind-blossomed woods——

The swordsmen all opened their eyes wide in amazement, the spiritual power in their bodies that belonged to the original god-inspector was being covered and replaced by another power without a doubt, the powerful power filled their limbs and bones, and there was a feeling like soaking in hot water. comfortability.

The swords and swords who were quietly waiting on the knife rest in the castle tower flashed a thin golden light when the force rolled by, a large number of cherry blossoms exploded, and the majestic spiritual power was instantly counteracted. Jingujiquan subconsciously looked at In that direction, he raised his finger slightly.

As if responding to his unconscious call, the sword rushed out of the window back and forth a few times, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and came suddenly like a sharp arrow, floating in front of Jingu Temple.

Then, the cherry blossoms transformed by spiritual power scattered, and in the light, several figures appeared on the spot. The young man standing in the front had cream-colored blond hair, curled up at the end, gently sticking to the side of the face, a pair of golden cat eyes The tails of his eyes were upturned, and his appearance could be called sweet. The military uniform pierced his thin waist. He casually pulled the white military jacket loosely draped over his shoulders, rolled his eyes, and smiled at Jinguji.

"Genji's heavy treasure, Higiri, are you the head of this generation?"