save the judge

Mikayue and Tsurumaru Yaken originally stood a little far away looking at Jingujiquan, occasionally whispering a few words.Yaken, on the other hand, had a sullen face, and impatiently tapped the handle of the knife on his waist with his fingers. He stared at the general standing in the cold wind very unhappy, and didn't listen to the conversation between the two swords beside him. I had to help myself with my glasses, and after a while I realized that I wasn't wearing an inside suit, and I wasn't wearing glasses.

As a result, the anxiety in his heart jumped up a layer, staring at the thin clothes on Jingujiquan's eyes, sparks were about to burst out.

But Jingujiquan didn't intend to leave at all, instead he took a few steps forward and sat down, Yaoken straightened his face and let out a "tsk" forcefully.

But even so, he didn't intend to ask Jingujiquan to leave.

All the sword Fusangshen, no matter how close they are to the lord, always abide by the line in their hearts. They have seen a lot of the way of getting along with the lord in ancient times, and they are also used to demanding themselves with that standard.

The ministers can advise the monarch, and they can also oppose the monarch's proposal, but once the monarch has made up his mind, they will never refute.

And they've just been ordered to wait here.

Well, just wait.Yao Yan thought so in his heart, and he had already started to think about how to prepare a special medicine that was bitter and astringent.

While thinking, he adjusted his glasses habitually, and then adjusted them again to nothing.

But when he put his hand down with a little embarrassment, he was keenly aware that the cold sea breeze whistling beside him suddenly stopped.

No... It's not static, but completely disappeared, including the salty sea water and the sharp wind wrapped in fine sand and gravel, all disappeared!

Instead, there was a gentle and warm breeze, and the sunshine with the scent of green grass. The deer in the ear hit the water with a crisp "gudong", which made Yaoken's eyes widen in shock.

Here it is—Honmaru!

He only needed to hold up his glasses, so why did he return to Honmaru!

And he obviously hasn't helped him yet!

Not only was he stunned, but even Sankayue and Tsurumaru who were talking were stunned for a moment. The three Token Fusangshen maintained the posture just now, looking at the courtyard they were all too familiar with, a little distorted and stiff.

"Pharmaceutical research?!" A warm and soft voice broke the short silence, Yiqiyixi, who was holding a basin covered with muslin at the corner of the corridor, looked at the three people who suddenly appeared in surprise, and accurately captured his own feelings. Brother, "Are you back? Is the main hall okay?"

Yaoken was still a little dazed, but Mikayue and Tsurumaru, who had several experiences, had come to their senses, and after a little thought, they probably guessed the culprit. For the first time, the two shock tachi twisted their faces, exuding a terrifying black air all over their bodies. , chewing on the name with a horrible tone: "Osamu Dazai..."

Yao Yan walked over, looked up at his elder brother, turned his eyes to his attire, and then landed on the basin in his hand: "The general is fine... Brother Yiqi? What is this?"

The well-known imperial family has a gentle smile. He is wearing a fairly formal military uniform. The short cloak hangs down from his shoulders, and the family crest on it is faintly visible. The scarlet ribbon wraps around the shoulders, neck, waist and abdomen, outlining the slender waist, and the snow-white gloves wrap Knuckle hands, boots cinched muscular calves.

This outfit is the team uniform of "one stage, one shock", and there is nothing wrong with it. The only strange thing is that very few Fu Sangshen would wear cumbersome and formal uniforms in this pill, and one stage and one shock are always low-key. With that kind of personality, it is even more impossible to dangle around in the main pill inexplicably wearing the battle uniform.

The gentle Taidao followed his younger brother's eyes and looked down at the basin in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed softly: "Ah... this is a tool for summoning souls. His Highness Higakiri told Lord Shiraishi the real name of the main hall. We want to try Use this name to recall the souls of the main temple."

He lifted a corner of the muslin slightly, revealing the bright red rope and various white papers inside, with a somewhat helpless look: "I don't know if it will be useful, but I have to try it first."

Yao Yan was a little dizzy from the rich information in Yizheng's talk, so he had to interrupt him: "Wait a minute...Master Baishi? Has he been here?"

After a while, he carefully covered the basin with a cloth: "Well, he came the day after you fell asleep." His expression became a little strange, "His Royal Highness took him to drink all afternoon. where's the tea?"

If you ignore the continuous screaming and crackling behind the sliding door, it would be a very harmonious tea tasting event.

When Baishi left, he was in a hurry, covering his eyes with one hand and lowering his head to the ground, he didn't even ask to take a look at Gongsiquan.

Hidekiri pointed at the ground obliquely with a sword in one hand, his blond hair was disheveled, and the coat that had always been draped over his shoulders had fallen somewhere, standing at the door of the tea room with an innocent smile on his face, slowly waving his hands at the distant figure.

Then they began to prepare for today's ceremony. It is not easy to prepare all kinds of utensils. The troops who go out to battle often spend most of the day running around outside the battlefield until the dawn of the next day. return.

Even if they went out continuously like this, they still took so long to get everything ready.

Then I ran into the three Fu Sangshen who came back suddenly.

Yiqi Yizhen only stayed for a while for his younger brother, said a few words in a hurry and rushed to the backyard, while Yaken naturally walked to the Tianshou Pavilion-he was the only one who knew medicine among Fusangshen, and he was the only one in this pill. As a doctor, finding patients has almost become his instinct.

The scene at the moment of His Majesty the Tenshou is magnificent. All the fusangshen of Honmaru are gathered here. These gods who have been transformed from swords are dressed in gorgeous or simple clothes, like ancient silhouettes walking through the picture scrolls of various eras.

They walked around the castle tower over and over again, chanting obscure blessings in their mouths, holding a red rope representing the favor of the gods, nailing a piece of scripture at a certain distance, and at this moment outside the castle tower, it seems that there is a scene The vast snow covered all the ground with densely written scripture pages. When the wind blew, it was like a white tide.

Not only that, the thing used to pin the scriptures is nothing but the unsheathed sword, the long and short tachi, wakizashi, and short katana, like a forest of chilling forests, nailing the raging tide Feng Xue guarded this land with a fierce and arrogant attitude.

A bright red rope is wrapped around the body of the cold light knife, spreading and stretching round and round, the light blue blade, the scarlet string, and the snow-white scriptures, like a spirit streamer rising in the wind on the battlefield, swaggering and calling Do not return to the soul of man.

The long-haired Fu Sangshen walking in the outermost circle closed his eyes, and his purple clothes brushed against the tight red rope, and the soft red rope was wrapped around the sharp blade like that, and it was even harder than silk thread made of steel .

He held a long Shuju in his hand, and held a Shintachi sword in one hand, Yaken took a quick glance and recognized that Shintai sword was Shuzhumaru Koji, one of the five swords under heaven.

But this vibration sword was not the body sword that gave birth to the Fusangshen, but the sword that had not yet been summoned to produce the Fusangshen, so it should have been placed in the warehouse.

However, when Yaken turned his gaze, he found that the open space in the distance was full of swords and swords of various colors, all of which had not yet summoned Fusangshen's two strikes, three strikes, and even four strikes.

Yaoken was distracted, Suzumaru Koji had stopped after reading the scriptures, a circle of red rope was still wrapped around his left hand, and a piece of paper fluttering like butterfly wings was held between his fingertips, his eyes were still closed tightly, and The right hand has already drawn the knife out of its sheath neatly.

His movement of drawing the sword is so light and quick, like looking back before holding flowers in front of the Buddha, sighing compassionately and subtly, wiping the tail of the flowing clouds and the north wind, in a flash of cold light, the slender sword is holding The piece of paper was inserted into the ground without error.

As soon as the Zhentai knife was inserted into the ground, a layer of faint light appeared on the smooth mirror-like knife body. This light disappeared in a flash, but it actually appeared.

Yaoken stopped for a while, Shuzhuwan Hengji seemed to have noticed a person appeared here, did not stop, just nodded very lightly towards this side, and continued to move towards the next goal.

Not only him, but also the short knives of Awataguchi's family were among them, reciting obscure scriptures earnestly, and piously wrapping the red string in their hands on every sword passing by, even if they saw Yaoken, It was just that his eyes lit up, and then he walked down without hesitation.

Yao Yan looked at it for a while, and found that there seemed to be someone missing.

Mustache is gone.

Genji's twin treasures are really recognizable. The younger brother with thin green hair is seriously lowering his head and wrapping the red thread, but the elder brother with light blonde hair is not among them.

Yaoken was a little puzzled, he climbed up the roof lightly, stepped on the tiles and directly entered the air corridor that turned up the castle tower, and stepped on the stairs on the second floor.

The afternoon sun was very warm, and the screen door leading to the dormitory of the god judge was open. In front of the screen, sat the fusangshin who had disappeared.

The blond Fu Sangshen is fully armed and is sitting cross-legged in front of the screen. He has his eyes closed and a smile like a meticulous painting on his face. His snow-white military uniform jacket is hanging on the ground. On the handle of the knife, it looks comfortable, and it is completely the relaxed posture of a male lion before roaring.

It is like a battle of thousands of troops ahead, but it is a battle of one man.

Yaken's footsteps paused for a moment, this is the appearance of Toujian Fusangshen guarding the lord, but he didn't quite understand why he had to be so cautious in Honwan.

Of course Mustache heard the footsteps coming up, but he didn't open his eyes, and his hand was still on the handle of the knife.

After a while, Yaoyan broke the dull atmosphere: "How is the situation of the general?"

Higakiri finally opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the ground a foot away in front of him. His eyes were unfocused, as if he was still immersed in the empty world in his mind, and he was half a beat behind in answering: "Hmm... I don't know."

Yao Yan replied self-consciously: "The ones over there may not live for a long time, maybe wait a bit, and the general will come back."

Higakiri smiled nonchalantly.

This smile is very light, compared to Zhen Taidao's usual innocent and sweet smile, this smile has a bit of cold sarcasm, which is somewhat similar to Mikayue's smile.Only then did Yaoken realize that Higakiri's age was older than Mikazuki Zongjin who was known as the grandfather.

The swords of the Heian period are really not simple.

Yaken was thinking so casually, and heard Hidekiri's soft and soothing voice resounding in the silent castle tower: "Compared with powerless waiting, the sword prefers to take the initiative to attack."

The meaning of Yaoken is very simple. When Jingujiquan dies naturally there, he will come back to Honmaru again. He doesn’t need to do any divine work at all, especially if something goes wrong, the consequences will be unimaginable. .

Waiting is the most conservative, but it is obvious that Hikiri resists such an approach.

What if the next time Izumi Jinguji dies and can't come back to Honmaru?No one knows what is the reason for his return and what is the reason for his departure. Rather than waiting, Higakiri would rather hold everything in his hands.

Good or bad.

There was a thin piece of paper under his Taidao, dripping with ink, with a name written on it with unrestrained strokes, and his ring finger happened to be on that name.

——Jinguji White.

Higekiri said the name silently, over and over again.

In the night wind in Yokohama, Jingujiquan suddenly turned his head, Dazai leaned closer to his face, and looked at him with a smile: "What's wrong?"

The black-haired young man hesitated a little, shook his head: "Nothing."

Just now...he seemed to hear someone calling him?

The disorder of the heartbeat is only a moment, as short as an illusion.