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Although there are a lot of monsters, under Fu Sangshen's hands, they are just some props to practice their hands. They sweep them like chopping melons and vegetables, and they can't even use the knife-making function.

Jingujiquan stood obediently in the protective net formed by the fusangshen from the beginning to the end, and did not move. When the battle was over, Mustache who was closest to him shook off the blood dripping from the knife, put the knife into the sheath, and the sword and the scabbard collided. The sharp sound of friction merged into one piece in all directions, and the array of sounds was like a short and chilling string music.

Yan Rong built a shed on his eyebrows and eyes with one hand, looked towards the direction of Ping'an Jing, and said in amazement: "Hahahahaha, I didn't expect to be able to come back here. What an amazing experience!"

The silver-haired little tengu sat on his shoulder and looked in the same direction as him: "Yeah... I have never seen Heianjing from such an angle... But speaking of it, Yan Rong, you can't see anything clearly Bar?"

Calmly pointing out the poignant detection value of the naginata at night, Imai murmured with his ruby-like clear eyes: "I always feel that this angle of view is very familiar. Is it my illusion..."

Sanriyue on one side raised her eyelids a little upon hearing the words, but she still didn't say anything.

The newly forged Ima sword is in the shape of a large sword. As the eldest brother of the Sanjo family, he was praised by Sanjo Zongjin as his masterpiece, which caused a sensation among the noble circles of Heianjing at that time.

It's a pity that after a short period of glory, there were frequent wars and natural disasters, and Jinjian's glory did not last long. I don't know when, they were scattered everywhere.By the time we meet again, that generous and excellent elder brother has become such a lively and innocent child.

Shortening and reforging are the inevitable fate of swords, and no one can escape them.

Izumi Jinguji also seemed to have heard Imaiken's murmur, and raised his hand to pat the head of the little dagger. The little tengu who was touched by his favorite master immediately threw the inexplicable melancholy just out of the sky, and smiled. Open your hands towards Jingujiquan and make a "hug" gesture.

Jingu Jiquan, who has always indulged the short swords, opened his arms in unison, and caught Imaiken who jumped off Yan Rong's body with a "hey" sound.

The thin and short dagger was too light, as if he held a bird with soft feathers in his arms.The little short knife looked at Jingujiquan with complete trust, a few strands of silver hair fell down, rubbing against Jingujiquan's neck was a little itchy, as if the softest part of the apex of the heart was scratched by the warm fluff. The beating of the whole heart is relieved.

"Main hall, main hall, where are we going?" Little Tengu was obediently held in Jingujiquan's arms, shaking his head with a happy face, like a child who finally got the chance to travel with his father, While waving to Yanrong Sankaiyue behind him, he carefully observed Jingujiquan's face, ready to go down when he looked tired.

The quick-moving Fusangshen had gathered together and roughly figured out the surrounding situation. Without waiting for Jingujiquan to speak, they consciously and proactively arranged their respective tasks, and walked towards the Guichuan Shrine with Jingujiquan.

Without going far, Mikazuki, who stayed with Jingujiquan on the grounds that "the old man has bad eyesight" and did not go to explore the way, reached out and patted Imaiken on the head: "Going to work, huh?"

Little Tengu understood what Sankaiyue said, avoided his hand unhappily, and tried his best to slip into Jingujiquan's arms again: "I don't want...the main hall rarely hugs me, Sankaiyue, you are so annoying."

The Taidao who was commented as "disgusting" by the eldest brother, put one hand on the handle of the waist, and the other hand wrapped up the wide sleeve, with a leisurely and elegant posture: "Hahaha, getting such a comment , It's really sad."

He said sad in his mouth, but the expression on his face didn't change at all.

Imaken groaned a few times, but finally came down from Jingujiquan's arms, jumped on the spot twice, mustache pointed in a direction, Imaken turned his head and made a grimace at Sankaiyue, and swished into the waist. There was no shadow in the deep grass.

Mount Guichuan is right in front of them. Even standing here, they can smell the refreshing smell that is unique to their spirits. It is colder and sharper than mint, with the aura of abundant and cold water, like a vast lake emerging Ripples, from the sky to the earth are quiet.

Outside of festivals, there was no one at the bottom of the mountain, and the bustling markets and lights were all gone. The stage on which Jingujiquan stood and danced last time was still there, but there was only a lonely wooden frame left.

They paused at the foot of the mountain for a moment, Jingongjiquan looked at the way they had come, and frowned suspiciously: "Why hasn't Yuzaoqian caught up?"

We agreed to meet outside of Kyoto, and now we have arrived at our destination, and there is no one there. It seems that Yuzao Mae is not such an unreliable person.

Hidekiri stood under a big tree, his face was blocked by numerous tree shadows, casting a blurred shadow on that beautiful face: "Hmm...maybe he lost his way? It’s human nature to have problems of one kind or another.”

Live to perfection...

Jingujiquan looked at Higakiri inexplicably.

What a ghostly adjective this is, it's hard to tell whether it's a personal attack or scientific realism.

Xiaohumaru habitually stroked his hair with one hand, raised his eyebrows after hearing Yuzaoqian's name, did not comment on this big monster who also belonged to the canine family, and stepped on the rough stone of Guichuan Mountain first. Jie: "In short, let's clear the monsters on the mountain first, right? It doesn't seem to be any different from the previous battles."

Umaru and Ishikirimaru were talking softly. Although they were wearing a close-fitting combat uniform, their appearance and posture were very similar to that of Mikazuki who was wearing a complicated hunting suit.

Hearing Xiaohuwan's words, he seemed to laugh, and was about to say something, a light figure flashed across the treetops, and the always calm Taidao Fusangshen swung his knife backhand and slashed at the falling shadow , but only felt the tip of the knife sank, a silver light flashed in his sight, and then turned over lightly and stopped on the ground.

"It's me, it's me!" Little Tengu's lively voice sounded, Ying Wan blinked her eyes, and withdrew the knife a little helplessly: "Jianjian? It seems that the night is indeed not suitable for old people like us."

Jinjian hopped to the front of Jingongjiquan: "The main hall, there is no problem on the mountain, but the mountain road is a bit dark, and I didn't find any monsters or anything."

Stepping on the high-tooth clogs, the little dagger was holding Yan Rong's clothes with one hand, and his expression was full of confidence in his investigative ability.

"Really..." Getting such a result was actually not unexpected by Jingu Jiquan. After all, the witches in Guichuan Mountain disappeared one after another, and they didn't find anything unusual.

"Then go up and have a look, be vigilant, and prepare for battle at any time."

"Yes!" The Fu Sangshen replied quietly and forcefully.

The darkness in the unlit mountain forest is terrifying, the shadows and branches of the trees twisted into horrible things like ghost claws, probing for a while, as if some ghost is about to be knocked out of the surrounding shadows in the next second. They walked all the way up for ten minutes without seeing anything amiss, as if this mountain was no different from countless other mountains.

"Boom-"

Jingongjiquan raised his head suddenly, and his whole body leaned back. A layer of cold sweat quickly broke out on his back, and it covered his entire back in a minute.

"what sound?"

Izumi Jinguji subconsciously reached out to grab the hem of Hikari who was closest to him, and his heartbeat broke through [-] in just a few seconds, pumping all the blood in his body and rushing towards the brain until he caught the rough Cloth, his emotions calmed down a little.

He has traveled through so many worlds, and he can accept any strange worldviews. The only thing he can't accept is the kind of things that float around.

Unlike monsters, things like ghosts are completely inconsistent with his logical concepts. Just thinking about them can make his scalp shudder and his hair stand on end.

And now this scene is the perfect scene for shooting a ghost movie.

"Boom-"

Jingujiquan gasped.

Then he belatedly remembered that this voice...he seemed to have heard it before.

Then he realized that at some point, Xiaohumaru and Imaken who were walking in front had disappeared, and the conversation between Yingmaru and Ishikirimaru behind him also stopped. He stiffly maintained that posture and moved forward, not daring to move. Fearing that he would see a bloody female grimace when he turned his head, he just rolled his eyes quietly.

Walking on his left was Sanriyue. He couldn't see Fu Sangshen's face clearly, but he could only see a rough outline. The hem of his dark blue clothes drifted slowly with his steps, as if he had noticed his scrutiny. The footsteps disappeared in an instant.

Looking at the feet moving forward mechanically on the steps silently, Jingu Jiquan wished to poke his eyes and pass out.

Then, a greater fear hit him.

The Sanriyue on his left has been changed, so the clothes on his right...

Whose?

A plume of smoke came out of the brain that was crunching and turning with difficulty, and it was officially declared dead with a "boom".

"Boom-"

The sound of metal and wood knocking sounded again, this time louder, and the weight seemed to penetrate the silent and oppressive night.

The piece of fabric in his hand suddenly became soft and smooth, like fine and delicate silk, and it felt sour and cold to the touch like water.

A light laughter suddenly sounded when Jingujiquan's stiff fingers were trying to loosen the corner of the clothes slowly. Jingujiquan's whole body felt chills when he heard it, and his mind seemed to be exploded with a million volts of high voltage. Like fireworks, he just punched him without even thinking about it.

"Well……"

The flesh touched by the knuckles was unexpectedly real, with the warmth and softness of a living person, and even the low cry of pain was down-to-earth and terrifying.

Ghost... still afraid of pain?

Jinguji Izumi had a dull face, and the illusory mist like water waves was floating in front of his eyes. A group of fusangshen surrounded him, leaning on his nearest mustache and covering his chin, his eyes were wide open, like a bird lounging on the table. The cat who was strolling in the courtyard suddenly stepped on the ground.

"Homeowner?"

It didn't take long to walk into Guichuan Mountain, and Mustache noticed that something was wrong with the Patriarch beside him, and his expression became a little numb, first in disbelief, then at a loss, and then switched back and forth between stagnation and panic, and so on. When he turned his head to look at it, the expression on that face was fixed on the dead fish and the broken net.

——The fish died and the net broke.

And so he gets a punch of love from the powerless patriarch.

Seeing him awake, Mustache rubbed his chin, Fu Sangshen's physique was very good, there was no trace left on his fair skin, it was still as smooth as ever.

"What did you see?"

Hearing Higakiri's inquiry, it took Jingu Jiquan a long time to come back to his senses, and he expelled the messy things in his mind, and relaxed his tense back: "Maybe it's an illusion...you didn't hear it?"

The Fusangshen exchanged glances and shook their heads: "No, what did you hear?"

Jingujiquan raised his hand to draw out the voice: "It's like the sound of nails being hammered—"

He suddenly remembered that he had heard this voice before!

On the night before talking with Omiyaji, he seemed to have dreamed of this voice in his dreams!

"Boom-"

In the gap between his words, in the silent mountain forest, this unhurried voice sounded again.