save the judge

Keimaru sat under Minamoto Yorimitsu, looking towards the door absent-mindedly. The Minamoto patriarch above him ignored Seimei as if he had nothing to say, and kept talking to his younger brother. Abe Seimei, who was ignored, kept smiling and calmly stood aside. Sipping tea and eating cakes, it seemed that he didn't care at all about Minamoto's rude and even extremely rude attitude.

After Keimaru No.20 looked at the door three times, Minamoto Raimitsu, who seemed not to be paying attention to him, suddenly looked at him: "Kemaru? Is there any problem? Are you worried about Hikakiri?"

Genji's patriarch has a gentle attitude, and he can't conceal his affection when he looks at his saber.

Upon hearing this, Kewan shook his head quickly: "No! Anijia is powerful, I'm not worried about him..."

In terms of defending his brother and blowing a wave by the way, Kagemaru has completely developed a fighting instinct.

"What are you worried about?" Minamoto Laiguang turned a small pottery cup in his hand, "My sword should not have such a sloppy attitude."

Kagemaru subconsciously straightened his back, hesitant to speak.

——He wasn't worried about Anika, but he didn't follow behind his elder brother. Kisemaru was always uneasy, especially since this was Kyoto in the Heian era, if he met someone or a monster...

Even Kagemaru has to admit that although he has been a brother for so many years, sometimes he can't figure out his brother's brain circuit at all.

Tsurumaru was studying the refreshments on the plate, and suddenly remembered something, and glanced at Abe Seimei.

"Hey...the one at home..." Tsurumaru lowered his voice.

Qingming covered her mouth with a juniper fan, trying not to make her smile too conspicuous: "Well... that's right."

Tsurumaru raised his face, thought about how Abe Seimei stopped Abe Seimei when he was going to pick up Izumi Jinguji with Hikikiri just now, focused on the sly smile on the corner of the Onmyoji's mouth at that time, and suddenly realized.

You can watch him when there is excitement, but you can't!

Abe Seimei is too disrespectful!

Tsurumaru immediately regretted that he didn't ask to go with Higakiri just now, his whole body started to itch, and he also imitated Kagemaru's way and looked eagerly at the door.

——Ah, ah, I really want to watch the excitement, I really want to watch the excitement...

Hidekiri, who was going to pick up his lord, avoided the sight of the servants, threw Fujiwara Shonagon onto the bullock cart, and then showed a harmless smile to Tamamo-mae: "You don't have to come out, right? The wild fox is still at home It's better to guard the door, if there is any trouble, the owner will have to settle it..."

Mustache's voice was light and gentle, looking at Tamamo-mae's appearance, he seemed to be speaking casually, Tamamo-zen squinted his eyes and raised his hand to give him a paw, but Fu Sangshen's last words in front of him made him pause.

Abe Seimei's mansion has a powerful barrier that can prevent outsiders from peeping at the mansion. Even if there is a monster like him, it will not cause panic. At most, it is a little suspicious, but Abe Seimei's identity is here Now, this bit of evil spirit is nothing.

But if he just went to the streets like this, the entire Yinyangliao would be mobilized within a short while. A monster of Tamamo-mae's level entering Heian-kyo would be enough to trigger a war between humans and monsters.

Yu Zaoqian didn't mind whether there was war or not, and he didn't have a good impression of Onmyoji, so killing a few was just a matter of exercising his muscles.

But if his half body is involved...

Tamamomae hesitated for the first time.

Izumi Jinguji just changed his clothes and came out of the mansion. He didn't hear what Hikakiri said, but saw the gorgeous man turned his head, bent slightly, and smiled at him, with a small dimple looming on the corner of his mouth: " Although I really want to go with you, I'd better wait for you to come back at home."

Izumi Jinguji was stunned for a moment. He was used to Tamazamae following him around these days, and he also learned from Abe Seimei that the monsters are obsessed with his half body. It was a bit strange to hear Tamamozae say this suddenly: " What's wrong?"

The man who was so beautiful that his gender had become a "concept" sighed softly, and his sigh looked like a painting. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said, "...it's nothing, come back soon."

Mustache in the back tilted his head and pointed out calmly: "If you want to follow, you can chop off your tail. I can lend you a knife."

Yuzao didn't answer his words, but just looked at Jingujiquan intently, with a very sorry expression on his face because he couldn't go out with him: "I don't want to cause trouble for you...but you are my tail, so close In the distance, if you have an accident, I can sense it, and I will come to you immediately."

Mustache, who was on the background board, sneered.

Jingujiquan looked at Yuzao seriously, and suddenly thought of the fight between him and Tsurumaru: "I don't know why they mistakenly think you are cruel, but you can't even beat Tsurumaru...you still stay here Go home, don't worry, Qingming is safe here, I will come back as soon as possible."

Tamamomae: ...? ? ?

His whole body stiffened.

Tamazamo, who has been erected too successfully for the weak character, feels a little confused.

Wait, wait a minute!Although the goal is achieved, the process is not right!He suddenly realized that maybe he shouldn't choose this type of character... The obviously strong, calm and domineering route is also very good, isn't it!

I don't know what medicine I took wrongly at that time, and I felt that something was wrong in front of Yuzao, who was on this road of no return.

"No, actually I'm not like that..." He tried to save his image in half-hearted mind.

Mustukiri didn't save Tamazamae any face, squinted his beautiful cat eyes and laughed happily, and interrupted Tamamozae's words neatly.

The great demon Yuzao, who is so cruel that he can tear up wine with his hands, feels bitter in front of him.

Until Jingujiquan came to the other end of a cruel bridge, Yuzao was still standing at the door thinking hard about how to save this seemingly hopeless character.

Jingujiquan, who was walking with Hikakiri, was a bit poor at words. He was not very good at dealing with Hikakiri or Sankayue. Maybe it was because this kind of fusangshen seemed difficult to deal with, and he was that kind. A type who can not use his brain without using his brain. Every time he sees the smiling faces of Higakiri and Sankayue, he feels a chill in his heart, and has a wonderful feeling that he is about to or has already been tricked.

But no matter what, Mustache really has nothing to say about being nice to him, but he is, a little inexplicably resisting...

"Are you nervous?" Mustache seemed to sense his mood, and faintly said, "Because you're with me?"

Fu Sangshen's tone was as non-aggressive as ever, but filled with a sense of innocence.

"No." Jingujiquan instinctively denied.

After a pause for a few seconds, he emphasized again as if trying to convince Hikaki: "I'm not nervous."

"...I used to drink tea with you all the time. Is it too late to be nervous and hypocritical?" He added an argument to prove his point.

Higakiri also nodded with a sense of agreement, and finally got straight to the point: "Yeah...so why are you nervous when you are alone?"

What is going on with this wonderful and direct brain circuit!

Jingujiquan was a little breathless.

"I said I wasn't nervous!" Jingujiquan emphasized.

"Yes." Mustache smiled slowly.

"Did I say no!" Jingujiquan broke down a bit, with an indescribable sense of anxiety welling up, he quickened his pace and threw Hikakiri out of sight.

Higakiri maintained an elegant and calm stepping frequency, relying on his long legs to easily keep up with the angry person in front, there was a trace of interest in his eyes that he didn't notice: "Obviously there is..."

Jingujiquan rolled his eyes, if it wasn't for his lack of strength, he would definitely have beaten Fu Sangshen, who suddenly became nervous and struggled with such a strange problem, to the ground.

"I heard that your heartbeat has accelerated."

Hidekiri stretched out a finger and pressed it to his lips, made a posture of listening and thinking, and then suddenly laughed: "It's three beats per minute."

His tone was gentle as if every word was coquettish, and his voice was so sweet that it dripped honey.

Jingujiquan looked at him dubiously: "Is it a lie?!"

Mustache opened his eyes slightly: "Doesn't the master believe me? It's so sad."

The blond Fu Sangshen has a beautiful face. When he smiles, he has a magic power that can make people smile together. Even the look of loss is quite contagious.

Even though he knew that this millennium-old sword had a profound skill in deceiving people, Jingongjiquan subconsciously touched his heart: "...impossible?"

The blond-haired Fu Sangshen approached him abruptly, Jingongjiquan trembled unexpectedly, and heard mustache sticking to his ear, as if whispering to his dear lover: "Just now, did you speed up again?"

Izumi Jinguji stood on the spot blankly, Higakiri observed his expression amusedly, smiled sullenly a couple of times, and saw the stiff human narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and pressed his shoulder firmly.

Mustukiri was still thinking about what he was going to do, Jingujiquan grabbed one of his arms, turned around and lowered his body, and while he was in a relaxed state, forcibly dropped Mustukiri over his shoulder!

Mustache, who had been counted by the owner, turned around lightly and landed lightly. With one hand on the coat on his shoulder, he bent his eyes and smiled innocently: "Oh... is the owner angry?"

Jingongjiquan pressed his knuckles and sneered at him: "You think I dare not beat you?"

Threatened, Hidekiri blinked his eyes twice, and once again used his powerful ability to lose his memory whenever he wanted: "Hey, what happened just now? Hmm...it's nothing important anyway. "

Jingujiquan pointed at him with his finger, turned his head and strode forward.

Higakiri, who was left in place, sighed helplessly: "To tell the truth, I don't believe it, the world now is really amazing."

He smiled aggrievedly, and followed Jingujiquan into Genji's mansion. The eyes of Kewan who had been looking forward to the gate lit up, and he stood up: "Master! Anika!"

Minamoto Laiguang raised half of his brows when he heard the "Patriarch", and then lowered his eyebrows. His eyes turned around Jingu Jiquan, and he pondered for a moment: "Your Excellency...are you the young palace secretary of Guichuan Shrine?"

Jingujiquan nodded to the person who brought Genji to the pinnacle of glory: "Exactly."

Minamoto Larimitsu slowly put down the teacup in his hand, and the faint smile on his face disappeared: "Then, my clan sister disappeared at the Kibune Shrine, and there is no explanation so far. Should you be responsible for this?"

With such a peaceful but sharp question at the beginning, Yuan Boya swallowed what he wanted to say, and turned to look at Jingongjiquan.

Genji often sends girls to the shrine to practice, and becoming a shrine maiden to serve the gods is also the choice of many noble girls who do not want to marry.

Guichuan Shrine is the closest to Kyoto and has a great reputation. It enshrines important gods in charge of seasons. It is the first choice for many families to send their daughters to practice.

Minamoto Larimitsu also knew that a girl from the branch family went to Guishen Shrine this year. He didn't take this matter to heart at first, but within a month, the girl's father came to ask him for help, saying that his daughter I disappeared at Guishen Shrine, I hope he can help find it.

After all, he is of the same blood as Genji, and as the head of the main family, he is obliged to take care of the family members who are separated, so he personally took someone to the Kibune Shrine to inquire about the matter, but was politely stopped by Omiyaji, saying that he would Fix this asap and find someone.

After all, it is a very powerful Kifune Shrine, and Minamoto Raimitsu could not be too tough, so he had to retreat for the time being and wait for a reply.

——I just waited for the young palace secretary of the Kibune Shrine.

Although they are the priests of the shrine, whether it is Omiyaji or Jingujiquan, they actually do not have the ability to perform spells. That is the domain of onmyojis. What they can do is serve the gods, pray to the gods, and then ...

Waiting for the blessing of the gods.

To put it bluntly, it's just such a thing.

So when Minamoto Raimitsu asked, Jingu Jiquan really didn't know how to answer.

"The Guichuan Shrine has dispatched all the priests to search the mountain forest, and has dedicated personnel to patrol the mountain every day, and has expanded the scope to nearby villages, but..."

Jingujiquan frowned and stopped speaking.

The few Fu Sangshen who heard about this for the first time began to exchange glances, each other's eyes were blank and dignified.

In the Heian era they experienced, there was no incident of the disappearance of the maiden at the Guishen Shrine. It may also be that they were born with spiritual intelligence at the time and their memories were vague. However, it is unreasonable for them to have no memory of such a serious matter.

Especially when it comes to Genji, Hikiri may not remember it, but it's not likely that Kenmaru doesn't know anything.

With a "pop", the sound of closing the juniper fan was clear and crisp, and everyone's eyes were focused on the great Onmyoji.

Abe Seimei "kindly" suggested: "Isn't it easy to find the missing priestess? Since someone is robbing the priestess, why not give him another priestess and wait for him to find it?"

All eyes followed him back to Izumi Jinguji again.

Izumi Jinguji with a youthful appearance and exquisite appearance: ...

Abe Seimei, you like to watch the excitement so much, wouldn't it be good to be a match stick to wipe the fire every day? !