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"Honmaru is used to placing the swords of the same sword sect together, or if you have colleagues with a better relationship, it is also possible to live together. The main hall doesn't care about this."

Wakizashi with blue eyes smiled and pushed aside a branch in front of him, and introduced to his new companion behind him: "However... If it was you, Umaruden should have prepared everything, right? After all, he is We are all looking forward to your arrival, Dabao Pingdian."

Taidao behind him has short red hair, just like his master's temper, sticking out rather uncomfortably, with obvious arrogance on his angular face. Hearing what Horikawa Kunihiro said, he showed a strange expression: "Huh?! That guy Umaru is here?"

The black-haired and blue-eyed Wakizashi smiled very softly: "Theoretically, it's true that Omaruden is very rare, but now the main hall... seems to be very, very lucky, isn't it because you are also here?"

The Taidao wearing a black and red battle uniform was immediately smoothed out, and he raised his head proudly: "Of course! I am an excellent sword that is not inferior to the five swords in the world! My appearance shows that the owner of this pill is really lucky. Man—wait, why didn't you see him anyway?"

Horikawa blinked his eyes twice, and quickly understood: "Ah... you mean the main hall? This... the main hall is not in good health, and now it should be basking in the sun at the Sanriyue hall—— eh? What are you doing? gone?"

Halfway through the conversation, Horikawa was taken aback by the sudden rise of murderous intent from his new colleague. Horikawa subconsciously touched his waist, but failed to touch his own sword. Then he remembered that he usually didn't carry a sword during the introductory period—— But who will tell him why this companion who was talking so well just now suddenly became so motivated that he seemed to draw his sword on the spot!

"Sanriyue?! Sanriyue Zongjin?!" Da Baoping chewed the name word by word, and suddenly laughed with his hips on his hips: "Hahahahaha! Since he is also in this pill, let me defeat him." He! What about the five swords in the world, how can they cover up my brilliance!"

The corner of Horikawa's mouth twitched.

Suddenly knowing that his opponent was also here, Dabaohei suddenly became energetic, and Horikawa, who was leading the way, strode ahead arrogantly. Horikawa had to speed up a little bit to keep up with the long legs of Shintachi in front: "Arnold..."

"What are the Five Swords of the World! I was discovered by Teruma Ikeda! If it wasn't for the late discovery... No! This is just a small mistake!"

"no……"

"You think it's wrong too, don't you? I thought so a long time ago. The timing of the selection of the Five Swords of the World was wrong. How could it be possible to draw the right conclusion! As long as I defeat them, such mistakes will have a chance to be corrected! "

"But……"

"No but! Swords should meet on the battlefield! Any judgment is just wishful thinking of the world, and strength is the confidence that swords can use to speak!"

"but……"

"No but! I can't fail!"

"But! Dabaoheira! You're going the wrong way!" Horikawa, who was interrupted repeatedly, had to raise his voice and forcibly overwhelm Dabaoheira's declaration, gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words word by word. .

Startled by the sudden toughness of the harmless and gentle Wakizashi, Dabao turned his head flat and blinked twice in a daze.

Seeing the other party staring at him blankly, Horikawa lowered his voice a little more, and said softly, "The branch of the Sanjo family is over here."

Da Baoping touched his head: "Oh, oh oh oh."

Horikawa nodded in satisfaction, and continued to walk around the corridor with his colleagues after the enthusiasm subsided: "Although they are allocated houses by themselves, swords and swords in the Heian era prefer to live together. In addition to the Sanjo family, there are also Genji. Your two Highnesses, as well as Oimaru Hall and Tsurumaru Hall... Oh yes, your room is also here."

After his words fell, the two of them happened to walk into the courtyard. There was a small pond directly opposite, and the deer was dripping with water. The eaves of the pond covered with moss looked wild, and the tiny white flowers were in a piece of delicate greenery. Swaying the weak stems, wild butterflies with bright yellow wings stop on them, occasionally fluttering their wings to shake off the fine dust.

The pond is surrounded by green lawns, wooden corridors and low eaves more than one meter above the ground, and the gates are all closed. The white covering paper and the thin wooden strips of the door grid are interlaced, as if returning to a long time ago. The era when the clothes are fragrant and the shadows are talking and laughing.

What is more conspicuous is a group of people gathered on the corridor, holding teacups in twos and threes and talking in low voices. The boy-like dagger is kneeling upright, and the white coat is winding on the floor, talking patiently to the quilt next to him. Fu Sangshen, who was leaning against the light-blond hair beside her, was as natural as a plump, perfect decoration that couldn't speak.

Fu Sangshen, who was being leaned on, didn't care about a little bit of strength on his body at all, and sat upright as before, smiling sweetly and talking to Fu Sangshen next door in blue.

On the other side of the quilt, the short-haired Fu Sangshen looked down at the tea in the teacup, and suddenly laughed: "Hey, the tea stem is standing up, something good has happened, the main hall wants to take a look ?"

His voice is very pleasant, like the melodious song of a warbler in spring, soft and clear, it is a kind of pleasantness beyond gender, and it is even more pleasant when talking to people with a smile.

The quilt was arched, and a pale and thin wrist stretched out from inside, swinging towards Yingwan.

Ying Wan consciously and indulgently approached her with a teacup, the quilt was arched twice, and a head with long messy hair poked out. When they got together, they looked over curiously like a child: "Wow, it's really standing up!"

"Yes, yes, it means that something good has happened. Maybe Da Baoping will come soon?"

"Maybe you don't need to drink medicine?"

"This is absolutely impossible!" Yao Yan interjected quietly from behind.

"But the things Yaoken cooks are really weird! Haven't you tasted them yourself? Ascension to heaven in the next second is definitely not a problem!"

The inquisitor's protest was justified, Yao Yan helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and pushed the small wooden table aside: "Even so, for your health, two bowls a day is indispensable! It’s no use coming here, General.”

Jingujiquan pursed his lips, pretending to be looking at the scenery, humming a song, and saw the two fusangshen on the other side of the pond at a glance.

"Huh?!" He was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to poke Yingwan with his hand, but found that his hand was still wrapped in the quilt, so he had to lightly bump his head against Fu Sangshen who was still looking down at the teacup. : "Your good thing is coming? Is it so clever?"

Yingwan said "Huh?", followed the sight of the main hall, and immediately caught the target: "Oh, it's Dabaoping."

Sanriyue, who was wearing a simple sweater and wool pants, squinted her eyes, drank the last sip of tea in the teacup, and bent her eyes with dawn and night in her eyes: "Yeah, it's a good thing to meet again after a long absence."

Tsurumaru was hiding behind them tossing the teapot, heard the words and looked up, the silver-haired Fusangshen looked very thin after changing into his inner clothes, his skin was as pale to transparent as a long-ill man's god-inspector. Pulling up the wide sleeves, revealing the muscular forearm: "Hey, is it the Dabaoping that Yingwan has been talking about? It doesn't feel so stupid when you look at it."

Yingwan's daily catchphrase is inseparable from Dabaoping's three sentences, and the image of Fusangshen, who is stupid every day, is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. When Tsurumaru accidentally slipped his mouth, Dabaoping, who had already approached, was shocked. Stagger.

"Who is stupid?! Who is stupid!"

An angry Taidao stood on the porch, raised his head and yelled at a group of fusangshen on the porch who almost had a "vacation" sign around their necks.

However, the characteristic of Japanese architecture is that it is suspended from the ground, and the corridors are often supported on a wooden structure load-bearing platform more than one meter high, so when he raised his head and asked, all the Fusangshen looked down at him one after another, and even Yaoyan It is rare to enjoy the treatment of overlooking the Taidao.

"Hmm..." The fusangshen on the corridor uttered a long syllable in unison.

The confused Dabao waited for two seconds before realizing that his geographical location had no advantage at all, and two veins popped out on his forehead.

"... You still did something stupid today, Da Baoping." Ying Wan, who calmly made up the knife, said in the silence.

The red-haired Taidao looked at this friend he hadn't seen for many years with a serious face: "Huh?! Who did something stupid!"

Jinguji Izumi laughed so hard that he almost rolled onto Hikakiri's lap.

"Well, since you belong to the same sword sect, then let Yingmaru take care of you?" Having laughed enough, he lay flat on his mustache legs wrapped in a quilt, and tried his best to arch forward, turning his slightly suspended head Put it on Sanriyue's lap, and rubbed it comfortably twice.

"What are you talking about taking care of? I'm not a child!" Da Baoping, who hadn't caught the point at all, roared again.

Yingwan sighed, put down the cup, nodded to his colleagues, then bent down and grabbed Da Baoping's back collar, and with Fu Sangshen's unscientific arm strength, lifted him up from the corridor with his face still With a peaceful smile: "Then, I will take my leave first."

Da Baoping, who was confusedly picked up like a cat, almost fainted, and broke away from Yingwan's hand: "What kind of action are you doing! Are you going to fight?!"

Yingwan walked forward slowly, Da Baoping subconsciously followed, and heard the other party's calm voice: "Because I feel that Da Baoping who looks up at me is very cute, so I do it unconsciously."

"But, cute? What cute!" Tai Dao, who started to tremble angrily, blushed to the base of his ears, "Cute is a word that can be used to describe me?!"

Yingwan nodded perfunctorily, and stroked her hair: "Yes, yes, how about being mighty and domineering?"

"It's more or less..." muttered in a low voice, and the easy-to-deceive Da Baoping calmed down and began to look around.

The two of them walked around the corridor, and the fusangshen who had heard all the conversations in the same place showed indescribable expressions.

Ah... Was there such a naive and deceitful existence in the sword that was originally born in the Heian era?

"It's almost seen through by Yingmaru." Jingu Jiquan lifted the quilt on his face, Mikayue just lowered his head, and the pale golden moon in the half-closed eyes was very beautiful, "How does grandpa's knee pillow feel?"

This kind of flirting is not worth mentioning to Jingu Jiquan. He naturally raised his hand and hooked San Riyue's chin, fully interpreting the image of the dandy who hangs around the flowers: "Beauty, by the way... Young master sing a song."

San Riyue squinted her eyes and smiled, and Mustache, who had a larger pressure area, lowered her head and blew on the tea leisurely, and it took a long time to remember that he was also a member of the knee pillow: "Yeah, do you want to sing? I haven't heard of it yet." What about the singing of the owner of the house?"

Hey, the target is reversed!Didn't you listen to the whole thing?

Jingu Jiquan is a little confused whether this black-bellied Taidao really didn't hear it or pretended to be a fool. Anyway, he used this trick to slip up and fly, and he could hear clearly even if he wanted to hear it, even if he didn't want to hear it Yelling into his ear can only get him an innocent look back.

Tsurumaru squeezed between Higakiri and Mikazuki with a plate of refreshments at the right time: "Dangdang, Xiaoguang's latest work, shepherd's purse dumpling~"

Interrupted by such a distraction, Jingujiquan naturally looked at the exquisite plate of glutinous rice dumplings: "Shepherd's purse... Well, if you calculate it this way, the date of lifting the ban on this pill is coming soon, right?"

Kenmaru was packing up the cleaned clothes through the curtain door, when he heard this, he opened the curtain gate a little and raised his voice to answer the question: "It will be over in about a week."

"Speaking of which, the general hasn't been to Wanwu since he took office, let's not talk about the activities of the current political organization, and he hasn't participated in the gatherings among some god judges." Yao Yan bowed his head and flipped through the book, suddenly Thinking of this, he put the book on his lap thoughtfully and said.

"Party? What's that?" Jingongjiquan is still looking at the plate of shepherd's purse dumplings. The light blue glutinous rice balls are neatly and cutely placed on the porcelain white plate, which makes people very appetizing and embarrassing. Candlesticks must be able to make such high-end snacks in the absence of supplies.

Tsurumaru leaned over enthusiastically: "It's just a party, a party where God judges connect and bond with each other, it will also be a good help after returning to the present world."

Yao Yan nodded in affirmation: "Yes, the previous God-inspector found a good job after leaving the job, and there was a friend who met at the party as a matchmaker. I heard that there are many adults with good abilities at the party, suitable for making friends with. "

"Oh..." Jingujiquan dragged his voice to express his understanding.

Back to the present world?He hasn't thought about it yet.

However, after returning to his own body, he will become like countless normal people, so he will definitely leave one day.

To be a normal person and experience a life of birth, old age, sickness and death, isn't this exactly what he longs for.

Thinking of this, Jingujiquan smiled at Tsurumaru who came over: "That should go."