save the judge

Zhong also couldn't understand the current situation, but his instinct to face an unknown opponent made him tense up. The dead mackerel was galloping towards him, looking at him as if seeing What a lifesaver.

"Chuya! They said they want to challenge you! Hurry up!" Dazai, who didn't even need to type a draft when telling lies, jumped and hid behind Zhongya Chuya. The 1.8-meter tall man curled up pitifully, with Standing arrogantly in a black coat, another vein popped out of his forehead, which was enraged by his actions.

"You bandage waste device! Do you think I'm stupid?! They are obviously coming for you!" Nakahara Nakaya roared at Dazai behind him, his orange hair was as bright as fire, and while talking, he still looked at him. The dagger stabbed head-on.

"Ah? Kid?" Looking at the black-haired boy in the standard military uniform, Zhong tilted his head impatiently.

Dazai said faintly: "Chuya, actually you don't look any different from him, how can you say that about your peers? Wah—"

Dazai, who was punched by Nakaya and fell to the ground, groaned a few times, and the orange-haired young man raised his leg and kicked the opponent's hand holding the knife: "Since you are seeking my protection, please do something to help others." attitude, bastard Dazai!"

Yaken missed a single blow and retracted his knife with his backhand, stepped on Zhongye's legs lightly and jumped up, he jumped so high and so stretched, it suddenly gave people the illusion of being stuck in the air for a moment.

Yao Yan jumped up and left the battlefield, and immediately handed over another sharp and deep knife edge silently on the spot, and it went straight to Xiang Zhongye's face. The final attack turned into a downward slash, and the friction between the blade and the air made a scream, forcing him to dodge to the side, pressing his hat with one hand, and propping up the ground with the other, and the volley was a heavy and powerful blow to whip his leg .

"Mikazuki, Yaken, Tsurumaru, come back." A faint voice sounded from where the attack came from, and Mikazuki calmly withdrew his knife with his backhand, just avoiding Nakaya's kick. No matter how he thought about it, he felt that this blow should not be wasted, so he simply went to Dazai who was watching the theater on the ground.

"Wow! What's the meaning of Chuya's sudden kick!" Dazai who was kicked inexplicably rolled away more than ten meters away.

"General." Yao Yan knelt on one knee in front of Jingongjiquan, frowning at his wet clothes, "What's going on with you? Go back and change."

Tsurumaru bent down, untied his haori and put it on Jingujiquan, leaning on his own body sword, resting his chin on the back of his hand: "He met a very interesting person this time, the main hall wants to hear about it? Shall we go back together?"

Sanriyue was slowly retracting the knife back into its sheath, such a simple movement was done by him, and it also brought a kind of elegant and graceful charm: "Hahahaha, it happens that the lord can explain to us why he appeared here."

Jingujiquan grasped Tsurumaru's haori awkwardly, thought for a while, and pointed to the dark brown-haired figure in the distance with a sincere face: "He brought me here."

A dead fellow Taoist will not die a poor daoist, Dazai-kun, please go!

Zhong Yuan also looked at the guy who "died for love" with Dazai with scrutiny. He saw clearly just now that the three swords that fell from the sky were obviously three swordsmen, but in the blink of an eye, they became three people with swords, and their The sword technique is smooth and flowing, almost flawless.It is not easy to find a person with such a strong ability, but now there are three, and they are still under the orders of the same person.

What is the history of this person?What is the power that summons the sword?With Dazai...

Zhong Yuanzhong is also not good at using his brain, but according to his experience, if he meets Dazai in everything, if he doesn't think a little more, he will be easily tricked later.

Dazai was beaten once, but he was much calmer. With a smile on his face and the murderous eyes of the Sanshin sword, he approached Jingujiquan: "Ah, can Izumi-kun's ability be able to summon from a distance? Such a powerful ability Yes, it must be no problem if you want to protect yourself, why should you hire us?"

Jingujiquan glanced at him, met those iris-purple eyes, and did not miss the deep and suspicious thoughts inside.

What can he say? Could it be that he is an outsider who occupies the magpie's nest, and his body does not have such "supernatural powers" at all, so Takano Yumi's employment is very reasonable?

Hey, forget it, this guy looks like the kind of person who has a lot of brains and twists and turns, let him figure it out by himself.

So Jingujiquan gave him a meaningful look without saying a word.

And Dazai blinked, as if he understood something, brushed his wet curly hair, and laughed: "Ah, I know, if you don't say it, don't say it!"

...No, what do you understand? Just smile knowingly like this? !

Jingongjiquan decided not to talk to this person anymore, stood up and waved to the three Fusangshen: "Let's go, go back and change your clothes, and then go to the museum."

The Yokohama Museum is a rare museum that is allowed to open at night. Recently, cultural relics borrowed from the Tang Dynasty are being exhibited here, and the opening time has been extended by two hours accordingly.

Jingujiquan is not interested in cultural relics, it is precisely because he does not have any cells to appreciate aesthetics in his soul.But the instinct of not being able to support this body is too strong, it seems that when he hears words such as "cultural relics" and "antiques", he will naturally become excited.

Dazai put his hands in the windbreaker pockets, leaned against the wall, and played with his mobile phone. The speech of the young man on the stage came in from his left ear and came out from his right ear. He kept staring at the phone interface without looking up, and the light white light from the screen shone on his face. , The iris purple pupils are all dark and gloomy.

When Jingujiquan's lecture was over, a large group of people surrounded him and asked questions. Sanriyue and the others had already received his instructions, and they didn't respond to such a scene. They just stood not far away and waited patiently. Dazai is not a person who likes to follow the rules.

He carelessly followed the crowd and was pushed all the way to the front by virtue of his height advantage. He raised his hand and asked loudly, "Excuse me~ about the history of swords in this country, Mr. Jinguji, do you intend to give another lecture?"

Izumi Jinguji was being pulled by a gray-haired old man to ask how to restore the painting scroll after it was soaked in water. Hearing this, he looked up and saw Dazai's cheeky smile, and he couldn't help sighing softly: "I won't stay in Yokohama for long... ...what are you interested in?"

Dazai touched his chin, and glanced at the place where Mikazuki and the others were standing: "For example, the five swords of the world-Shuzhumaru Koji? I heard that it has been missing for a long time? There are other very famous swords, or something... as a god Heir of the Miyaji family, you may have seen them?"

His question sounds like a question from a curious passer-by, but Dazai and Jinguji both know that the "seen" is not a literal meaning, but secretly asking if he has other Fusangshen .

Jingujiquan pursed his lips, and really wanted to say, "It's in my Honmaru, do you want to see it?" After thinking about it, he still didn't say: "Oh, I have seen it. I have also seen a man named Hikiri Dao, my favorite thing to do is to kill people with twisted minds... Are you interested in meeting him?"

Dazai: "???"

That name appeared from the mouth of the Jinguji spring, and the contract with divine power touched the unbreakable shackles. In the Honmaru a few spaces away, Hidekiri suddenly turned his face sideways as if feeling something, and a few strands of pale golden hair fell out. Beside the fair cheeks, there seemed to be a bright and transparent golden light.

"Anijia?" Keimaru on the side noticed his brother's absent-mindedness almost as soon as he was out of focus, and subconsciously asked.

Hidekiri let out a lazily "hmm", and looked down at the cup in his hand.

Kenmaru thoughtfully picked up the teapot and refilled his brother's cup with some water. The light blue tea water formed small swirls, sparkling in the sunlight.

"It seems...someone is calling me..." Mustache said softly while holding the cup.

"Ah? Who would... Wait a minute, did you call my brother by your name?" Katsumaru suddenly thought of something.

Calling the name of the gods is to attract the attention of the gods, but there are too many such calls. For the gods, ordinary calls cannot reach their ears at all.

And being able to be heard so clearly by Higiri, except for the existence of the same god calling him, it can only come from their master who has made a contract.

"Is it the head of the house? Can you feel the position of the head of the house?" Keimaru suddenly became energetic, and the amber cat's eyes, which were very similar to mustache, widened a little.

After the owner of Honmaru accidentally fell into a deep sleep again, the mood of the Fusangshen was extremely bad. Even the work of building the house was exhausted, and the work was done hastily. The Fu Sangshen then remembered the last experience.

So this is the main hall, and where did the soul drift to?

Knowing that nothing happened, everyone felt a little better, but another problem came up, how to call back the wandering soul?

A few Zhen Yushen knives got together to think about this matter, and even Smiling Qingjiang was taken away to the meeting on the grounds that he could see souls and had experience in this matter.

Regarding this, Owaki Cha just wanted to say that he can see souls, but he can only kill the ghosts he sees, and he really doesn't know anything about summoning souls!So whether it's Ishikirimaru or Koji, can you stop looking at him with such silent and reproachful eyes? !

Higakiri took a sip of warm tea, and suddenly tilted his head: "Ah...that...brother—"

"Keimaru! It's Kemimaru, brother! Isn't it an easy-to-remember name?!" Taidao with thin green hair repeated this sentence countless times.

"Yeah," Mustache obviously didn't listen to his brother's words, nodded, and continued the previous topic, "If he calls me so that I can hear, then I call him?"

There was an unknown smile in the amber cat's eyes, as if it had discovered something very interesting.

Human beings have no right to refuse to listen to the call from the gods, right?

Kagemaru was stunned for a moment, and then began to think about this idea very honestly. After thinking for a long time, he found that it was not impossible?but……

"But Anika, it should be effective to call humans by their real names, right? We don't know what the Patriarch's real name is."

Everyone in this pill knows that the name of the god judge is Jingongjiquan. The fusangshen who came back from the hospital knew this, but Shiraishi who sent them back also said that this name is not the real name of the god judge, but that he was in the hospital at the beginning. It was taken by himself when he was sent to the god for medical treatment.

If it is not a gift from the parents, it will not have received the blessings and blessings of the gods, and it is impossible to become the rope that maintains the soul and the body. It is not impossible to capture the soul with this name, but the probability is too low .

"Then... what if we can find that real name?" Higiri said slowly, "Honmaru has been closed for six months, and it has been more than four months now. The prosecutor should come soon, right?"

Xiwan raised his hand again: "But Anijia, that Lord Shiraishi, also said that he doesn't know the real name of the Patriarch."

Mustache moved his eyes away from the tea, looked at his younger brother for a while, his eyes were full of love and sadness: "You believe what he said?"

My stupid Oudou.