save the judge

When Jingu Jiquan woke up, he heard it was raining outside the window. The sound of pouring rain hit the eaves and window sill. The row of small potted plants placed there by the knives to bask in the sun seemed to have been drenched in rain for a long time. The water in the potted plants It was so full that it kept overflowing, and the mud mixed with soil flowed half the window sill. Fortunately, the window sill was tilted, so it didn't pour in.

He lifted the quilt and sat up. He was still a little dazed when he just woke up, and he always felt that he slept very deeply last night.

There was a light knock on the curtain door, followed by three knocks after a pause, accompanied by a deep and gentle voice of a dagger: "General? Are you up yet?"

For some reason, Jingu Jiquan suddenly glanced at the Taidao on the knife holder, and then raised his voice and replied, "Come in."

The curtain door was opened, and there was a tray in the hand of the short knife kneeling in front of the door, several dishes of pickled vegetables and a bowl of porridge. The porridge cooked with crushed corn and green vegetables was still steaming.

Yaoken bent down and put the breakfast in on the cabinet by the door, walked skillfully to the window, opened the window and put the potted plants one by one on the inner window sill, then took off his glasses and picked up the corner of his white coat to wipe the water. The glasses were stained with rain, while watching Jingu Jiquan slowly stand up to wash up.

When Jingujiquan came out, Yaoken had already packed all the bedding for him and stuffed it into the cabinet, and pulled out the folding table under the window sill and put it on. The posture is also standard, as if it was moved out of an etiquette textbook.

Jingongjiquan brushed away the long hair on his forehead with moist fingers, sat down in front of Yaoken, reached out to pick up the chopsticks, and suddenly became curious: "Is Fu Sangshen also short-sighted?"

Yao Yan was stunned for a moment, but reacted quickly, pointing to his glasses: "General, do you mean this?"

There was a smile in the clear purple glasses of the dagger, and the upright and dignified sitting posture changed a bit. One leg was bent to support the elbow, and he took off his glasses directly.

"Ah... theoretically not. Compared with human beings, Fu Sangshen's body is more like a machine. No matter what negative state occurs, as long as there is spiritual support from the God Judge, the "recovery" can be completed. Myopia will affect the battle, and of course it is counted as a negative state. Moreover, mine is a flat lens."

As he spoke, he shook the legs of his glasses indifferently, and put them back on roughly.

Jingujiquan picked up a spoonful of porridge and tasted it: "Huh? Didn't Guangzhong cook today's breakfast?"

Yaoken looked at him with his legs propped up: "Oh, no. Candlesticks are scheduled for the expedition today, and the kitchen will be handed over to Hasebe and Horikawa."

Jingujiquan picked out a whole corn with chopsticks and put it in his mouth. His teeth bit through the thin coat, and all the sweet juice was squeezed out.

Neither of them spoke, Jingongjiquan patiently picked up the corn in the porridge one by one, Yaoyan watched silently, the rain outside was falling hard, and it was crackling on the window, no lights were turned on The room was dark as if dusk was approaching.

"There are still a lot of corn in the kitchen, how about adding a stewed corn at noon?" Looking at Jingujiquan's spoon slowly turning in the bowl, it seems that all the corn kernels in it have been scooped up, and the medicine grinds out.

The black-haired young man laughed, and let go of the spoon, and the ceramic spoon handle hit the rim of the bowl, making a crisp knocking sound.

He raised his eyes and looked at Yaoyan: "That's not what you want to talk about, right? Don't worry about it, it would be better if you have any questions."

Yaken Toshiro pursed his lips.

Izumi Jinguji is also looking at him carefully, the Awataguchi family has many short knives, almost occupying more than half of the knives of Honmaru, and they are also the leaders in the field of night battles.Perhaps there is a certain relationship between the mind and body shape of the sword. Most of the short swords are innocent and lively, no different from human children, so it seems that Yaken Toshiro's vibrating short sword is very abrupt among them.

He has the body shape of a short knife, but at the same time has the mind of an adult, and his appearance is still handsome like a teenager, and the tallness and sharpness of an adult can be seen in the slight edges and corners.

It may be because he has followed that famous master. A large part of his character is the tolerance and wisdom that mature men only have, and the unconstrained temperament revealed in the details, and the habit of treating his body carelessly , when combined with the rigor and indifference in white coats, one can almost find something that can be summed up as "sexy".

Jingujiquan raised his head and thought about it. Fortunately, the shape of the sword will not change. Otherwise, if Yaken grows into an adult, I don't know what a terrible girl harvester it will be.

Especially this kind of extremely trustworthy temperament... When these Fu Sangshen have something to say but it is inconvenient to say it, the ones who are promoted by them as representatives are usually Yiqi Yizheng, Sanriyue and Yaoyan .

One has a gentle personality that makes people embarrassed to refuse, one has excellent speaking skills and is a rogue leader in the sword, and the last one makes people unable to raise their defenses by virtue of the short sword's body shape and adult IQ.

The selected candidates rise step by step depending on the severity of the matter.

When it came time to dispatch the drug research, it seemed that they had a lot to say.

Jingujiquan picked up the steamed small fish in the small dish with his hands, tasted it and found it delicious, and then picked up another one.

Out of professional instinct, what Yao Yan wanted to say was temporarily swallowed: "General, your body hasn't recovered yet, so you can't eat more of this kind of fish."

Jingongjiquan bit the little fish in half, with an innocent expression on his face: "But you served it to me for me to eat."

Yao Yan choked.

But that's enough for you to eat with porridge. You only drank two mouthfuls of porridge, and the plate of fish is almost bottomed out!

Yaoken, who is worse than talking, simply reached out to bring the plate and put it out of Jingujiquan's reach, shook off the towel on the table, pulled Jingujiquan's oily hands to wipe clean one by one, and finally put the towel Stack up slowly.

"We... are very worried about you."

The voice of the dagger was originally low, but after it was deliberately lengthened and slowed down, it seemed to have its own resonance chamber, and the slightly hoarse texture rubbed against the ears, revealing an indescribable sadness.

His fingers in black gloves are slender and beautiful, with narrow joints, and he folds the towel skillfully and deftly. His eyelashes are long and drooping, almost touching the lenses, and he has a sense of cuteness.

Jingujiquan smiled dryly: "I have nothing to worry about, I can eat and sleep."

Yaoken put the folded towel on the tray and prepared to take it back to wash. He raised his eyes and looked directly at him. When the pair of beautiful pupils were not smiling, they were cold and hard like the sharpest amethyst: "Really? Then this Please stay in this pill for a few days to cultivate your body, your soul is in an unstable condition, and frequent passage through the time converter is also an important reason for the collapse and separation of your soul."

Jingujiquan frowned subconsciously: "No, I still have to go—"

"Is it the Heian era?" Yaoyan answered the question faster than him, as if he had been waiting there, "General, you can't go there."

He repeated: "Not now, not in a few days. As long as there is one person in Honmaru, you will not be given the opportunity to touch the time-turner."

Jingongjiquan's face darkened, and the smile that was coaxing a child just now disappeared completely; "Yakuken, are you going to imprison me?"

Yao Yan didn't even change his expression when he heard these powerful words, and still maintained that calm attitude: "No, in fact, we are thinking of you. The Heian era is an undeveloped area of ​​current affairs. It’s incredible to be able to get there for the first time. You don’t need me to explain how small this probability is. The greater possibility is that you are divided into countless parts by the turbulence of time and space, and we don’t want to see another sleeping master .”

"Besides, it is a lucky thing that you can come back. It is called the Heian era where gods and ghosts coexist. There are too many unknown variables and powerful existences. Even the great onmyoji Abe Seimei, in the face of What can he do when he is a real high-level god? As a god judge, you should be very clear about the distance between humans and gods."

The dagger split the facts word by word and spread them out in front of Jingujiquan: "You are not only mourning for the Hikakiri Temple, but we, as colleagues, are also sad. I am very proud of myself.”

He said flatly: "If it were me, I would hope that you would break me off."

Jingujiquan's hand trembled violently.

"And I would be ashamed if I needed my general to risk death for me to go back to that situation again."

"——There has never been a sword that would be willing to drag the lord down."

The short knife's voice was so steady that there was no ups and downs at all. After he finished speaking this long series of words, he moved his body a little uneasily.

Although he often reprimanded his younger brothers like this when Brother Yiqi was away, and sometimes even made the younger brothers feel more terrifying than Brother Yiqi... But he still attaches the most importance to his master's sword in essence. Talking is something that a sword with his personality will never do.

If it wasn't true, this is the only way to make the general listen a little bit...

Yaoken unconsciously bit a piece of soft meat in his mouth and ground it twice.

"I know what you mean." Jingujiquan leaned back with a wry smile, dragged the pillow and stuffed it behind his back, and waved to Yaoken who was about to get up to take care of him: "If I die suddenly, this Honmaru will lose its spiritual power supply. It will be judged by the central system as an abandoned Honmaru without an owner, and it will enter the destruction process immediately, and you will disappear together at that time, it is indeed too unfair."

Yaken straightened up and opened his mouth to say something, but Jingujiquan shook his head and stopped him: "I know, I know, it's not because of this reason... Touken Fusangshen is really a strange existence, giving up eternal life for a human being , willing to die and break for him...why?"

Yao Yan thought for a long time, and he opened his mouth to say something out of the question: "General, do you know why General Fu Sangshen fell in secret?"

Jingujiquan raised an eyebrow, but did not express dissatisfaction with this topic. After thinking for two seconds, he replied a little hesitantly: "I heard that it is Shizheng's insurance for the judge?"

Yao Yan showed a youthful and handsome smile, and blinked slyly: "No, it has nothing to do with current affairs."

He crossed his legs, and his whole body fell into a state of digging memories: "Swords and swords produce fusangshen in time, which is a natural state, and the role of current affairs in it is not decisive. We wake up again, tell us the plight of human beings, and then give us the right to choose. Fusangshen, who agrees to fight for human beings again, will sign a contract, divide his power into countless pieces and project them on each Honmaru, and love freedom The sword can return to its original trajectory."

Fu Sangshen with purple eyes smiled happily: "However, he didn't refuse with a single swing of his sword."

He looked at Izumi Jinguji, and repeated: "Not a single shake."

"We were born to protect human beings, to fight for you, to break for you. We protect you, respect you, accompany you, and made an oath that we will never betray our master."

"To put it bluntly, the dark fall is actually the choice of the sword itself. Will the sword with a human body hurt humans? Will it desire something that cannot be desired? We yearn to live with humans , but more afraid of hurting the master."

"So one day, I don't know who suggested it, why don't we swear? We did that."

"The sword should protect human beings, and we must not betray the Lord, and we must not abandon it. Our souls are with the Lord until the day it is broken."

The dagger with a frank smile looked at the lord he had identified: "There are so many reasons, General, if I have to say it, it is probably because we love you deeply."

You are more important than us, the only treasure that the sword can obtain.