Crown Master

Although so much was said in the previous chapter, the key points related to "Gudazi" have been kept from King Gilgamesh.

Because no matter how you think about it, driving a wedge into human history is completely unworthy of advocacy.

Besides, she is the savior!

Remembering that he was going to walk with the Demon God King for a while, Gu Dazi felt like putting things off until everything was settled.

Well, just procrastinate if you can.

Anyway, the plan told to Jill is full of information. With the wisdom of Lord Xianwang, it may take a few days to sort out important information. In addition, he has just arrived here not long ago, and many current "news" cannot be digested for a while. It also couldn't be seamlessly connected with the plan, until he realized what I was actually doing.

Things are over.

When alone, Gu Dazi's calmness is maintained until he can sort out his plan in his brain, and the rest of the trembling can only be eliminated through psychological hints over and over again.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I will succeed."

With a cute face, Gu Dazi thought seriously.

There is nothing shameful in trying to outdo someone you respect.

Damn it!Gudazi!

Make a fist at the moon in the sky, the next night.

Higakiri, who hadn’t appeared for a long time, was held by his current master, walked through the streets of Heiankyo, and came to the outskirts of Guiren Street where the poor lived.

Those monsters who came out in the dark to terrorize human beings were cut in half by a knife that came from the sky before being witnessed by human beings.

Gu Dazi shook her hands, and the cold light slowly passed over the blade. The cold eyes made her look more like a warrior with extraordinary background, rather than a princess with high standards.

Inspired by Changhao going out at night to eliminate monsters in Heianjing, Gudazi felt that he could do the same.

Fittingly, the recent rumors about Shenjun and Princess have faded, and it's time for another legend to rise!

Patting the scabbard of the sword slung across his waist, Gu Dazi smiled at Fu Sangshen who was standing next to him: "As expected of a famous demon-eliminating sword, it is very easy to use."

Hidekiri is neither proud nor humble, rather it is such a calm posture that shows his pride in his own excellence.

"The main hall, no matter how good the knife is, if the owner is careless, he will be in trouble."

Gu Dazi: "You're right." Then he narrowed his eyes, and the red front of the car turning out of the alley ahead had a terrifying face, and the flames on the wheels reflected an ominous grimace.

Turn into Tao!

Seeing this monster that is very famous in modern times, Gudazi smiled instantly.

"There is a scooter!"

It's not that monsters like Lun Ruo Dao have the possibility of growing into big monsters, but most of the time, it's more common for big monsters to use them as scooter frames.

Originally, this wheeler was only enjoying the joy of speeding at night on the streets of Heianjing, but he never thought that with a big sword on his face, he would be kidnapped when he looked up and saw a fierce warrior slapping his lips at him.

Lun Ruo said: Q, what happened to Q? !

Gu Dazi: "I recently heard that there was a case of missing pedestrians on a mountain outside Beijing. A businessman who managed to escape into Ping'an Jing said that it was the den of bull ghosts, so I thought about it and decided to make a special trip."

Sitting in the carriage with Hikakiri, this monster has already flown towards the mountains and rivers where the bull ghosts are entrenched.

Mustache showed his figure beside her at the right time.

"You purposely hid His Highness Gilgamesh just to solve this matter?"

Gu Dazi called Qu and said, "Hey——I didn't hide it. With Jill's wisdom, I must have figured out what I want to do when I go out secretly. Of course, the purpose is not to bring him out."

Mustakiri: "That lord has a lot of ways to track your footsteps."

Gu Dazi patted his chest: "Don't worry about that, he has no time to take care of me recently, not to mention that his body just allows him to stay in the house and not move around."

Mustache: "..."

Gu Dazi: "?"

Hikakiri bent his eyes: "Master, I always feel that the 'accident' that turned Lord Gilgamesh into a child was not that simple."

Gudazi's shoulders stiffened, and laughter escaped from his mouth.

"Hahahaha—how is it possible...←_←You won't say it?"

Mustache cut a smile: "My main hall is you."

Gu Dazi looked suspiciously at Mustache, who looked forgetful. She deeply suspected that she had been caught by this thousand-year-old knife.

Those Fusangshen who are no easier to deal with than humans, anyone who underestimates them is an idiot.

Mustache: "The main hall."

Gudazi quickly came back to his senses: "Huh?"

Mustache said slowly: "Please use me well, this is the relationship between a knife and its master."

Gudazi showed surprise on his face: "Hey, do you think so?"

Hidekiri has always been in that idle attitude that he can drink a cup of tea, but when discussing certain topics, it is far more dangerous than getting along with a short knife.

Similar traits Gudazi also noticed from Sankaiyue, Xiaohumaru and other swords.

Perhaps this is the different perception brought by the years.

Among all the knives, the one that makes me feel the least dangerous is Izumi Mori Kanesada.

Unsurprisingly, that knife was also the youngest of all the knives.

Hidekiri said slowly: "Whether you become a god or not, for a sword, it doesn't matter what it kills. It is robbed, sold, or given... It's like the fate of a famous sword. You don't know it in the main hall." , many times we are held in the hands of the 'master', but are robbed by the opponent due to the lack of strength of the master. There are also deeds of beheading the previous 'master', but the time of objects is longer than that of people. In the history of people It will not record these insignificant contents, gradually, the history of the knife has become the foil of human history, Fu Sangshen was born from the cracks, and whether he cut it or not, he never changed his fate."

Gudazi: "I don't quite understand." She said frankly.

Hikiri continued with an expression of "I knew you would have this reaction": "Does the Lord remember the singularity where we met?"

Gu Dazi was so depressed by the eyes of this person who saw that the IQ was not good enough. As soon as she raised her mustache, she replied sullenly: "Remember."

Higiri: "Then, has the main hall considered how the singularity disguised as a singularity is formed?"

Gu Dazi was stunned: "Ah!" I really didn't think about it!

Seeing the situation, Mustuki understood, and pressed his finger on the floor of the carriage.

"Just as a relief on the way, let me tell you something..."

A history of non-existence.

As the name implies, the sword itself has no history. Together with the servants of the heroic spirit, the essence of the sword is a tool attached to the birth of human society. The events surrounding the sword are historical events shaped by human beings. But if we understand it in another way, the sword is also a "participant" If one of them gets involved, then the knife that has obtained "independent" rights will have its own history.

This is the part that belongs only to the history of famous objects that have been contested, but is neglected and forgotten by human history in general.

Just like the process line between each historical change point, what happens on this line is mixed with unknown "X", that is, uncertainty, and in these uncertainties, there is a history belonging to the knife.

To put it in easier-to-understand words, it is that Higiri was once given to Watanabe Tsuna, which became a legend passed down by word of mouth in later generations, and it is also a story that will inevitably happen in any time and space, but after Watanabe Tsuna died, Where did the mustache knife go?The blurred and missing part of the truth that has never been recorded in human history and is unknown to future generations is the historical record that belongs only to the sword itself.

Because this experience is only clear to the knife itself, it constitutes the ambiguous part of human history.

Throughout the 3000 years of human civilization, there are countless famous knives that have encountered similarities with Higiri. The so-called "history of knives" formed by using "swords" as the "participants" to experience time happens to belong to both "human history" and the inability to Proven part of the counterfeit.

What Higakiri wanted to say was that the singularity at the beginning was something made using this part of the ambiguous fake, so it was able to break through the time limit and pretend to be the future.

"In this way, do you understand the main hall?" There are too many legends created over a thousand years that cannot be truly verified, so even if it is a precious royal relic, it may not be thrown into the dust of the common people's house At that time, Mustakiri said in a gentle tone: "That's why we don't mind beheading anything, as long as we behead."

"The sharp edge comes out of the scabbard, and the thing it is facing is divided into two. This is the pride of the sword. The so-called historical glory is by no means something that Fu Sangshen is proud of. The sword cares about... yes, such as you, the main hall. "

Gu Dazi was fascinated by what he was listening to, but now he was suddenly called on, pointing at himself foolishly.

"I?"

Mustache nodded and said: "Yes, it is because of people like Zhu Dian that we can cut more things."

Wood, knives, straw mats, human heads, monsters... It is never the knife that decides what to cut, but the people. The responsibility of the knife is only to divide them into two.

After he finished speaking, the carriage fell into a one-two-minute silence. However, the silence was very short, and it seemed that Gu Dazi used it for a short while to think, and the atmosphere regained its briskness.

"Muschi..." She blinked, and said hesitantly, "If I don't feel wrong, are you asking for pets?"

Mustache cut a smile, and slowly spit out a sentence.

"Main Hall, don't you feel that you have used Crescent Moon, Tsurumaru too many times?"

Gudazi: ←_←

Ignoring Gudazi's eyes looking at him, Mustakiri said sadly and sadly: "Obviously my younger brother Maru is also very good."

Gudazi: "...what have you seen in Chaldea?"

Why does this tone sound like goosebumps!

"I'm sorry," Mustache returned to normal in a second, and Fu Sangshen, who was dressed like a pure white military uniform, spread his hands and said irresponsibly: "Recently, we have been chasing a drama in the Qing Palace. I heard that it is a very popular TV series overseas. In order to understand the preferences of people today, everyone calls for the characters they like.”

Gudazi: "..."

Hidekiri was eager to try: "Does the Lord want to know the character I like?"

Gu Dazi couldn't bear it anymore, she couldn't bear it, if the word "Zhen Huan" came out of Mustache's mouth, she couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't throw the knife out and let him land 400 meters into the sky calmly.

"In this world, can you memorize the name of the knee pill? Every time you forget him, he will run to my room and cry!"

Hikekiri: "Hahaha, my younger brother Maru gets along very well with the main hall, it's really good, it's really good..."

Gu Dazi: "You group of famous knives with dementia!!!!"

Mustache: ^_^

No matter how many twists and turns he performed along the way, it was unclear whether he was changing or pretending to be stupid, but when he arrived at the destination, the wheel landed on a slightly flat mountaintop halfway up the mountain, and he was safe and sound. He no longer said anything that would disturb Gudazi's mind.

Gu Dazi caressed his scabbard, feeling a little relieved. At this time, the sky was gradually turning white as a fish belly. She asked Lun Rudao to wait for her in the shadow, and then threatened him not to escape, and then stood on the wheel of Lun Rudao Walking into the forest under the watchful eye.

The bull ghost is a monster that manipulates people's hearts, and it is said to be extremely huge, and it is also rare and powerful in the demon world.

As soon as Gu Dazi raised his mustache, he walked towards the deepest darkness of the forest without any hesitation. There was no fear on his face, which surprised the little monsters who were hiding in the forest and peeping at her.

The forests inhabited by monsters are generally gloomy and cold, and the humid air seems to climb up your back like a pair of tentacles, but when you really think there is something to touch back, the empty palm proves that it is all made by monsters The hallucinations produced are intended to amplify the fears of the human mind.

The bull ghost who chose to live here obviously also likes this kind of trick very much. After walking for a while, a lot of spider silk appeared on Gudazi's arms and shoulders. With a simple swipe, he could feel the touch of broken silk threads in the air.

Gu Dazi narrowed his eyes, not knowing if it was an illusion, the air was filled with restless turbulence, the aura was vibrating, and the ground trembled slightly.

Gu Dazi, who was curious about the scene ahead, walked over without hesitation.

The dark trees in front of her receded layer by layer, and she walked through the difficult forest path. She saw a scene of big monsters fighting each other, and subconsciously tilted her head.

Gudazi: "Hey!"

There was a lot of interest in the surprised voice, just because she knew one of the big monsters in the fight.

Red ghost horns, and the unique hellfire.

Gudazi's smile suddenly became playful.

←v← Isn’t this Ibaraki Doji?

The author has something to say:

After hesitating for a while, I still want to write "Watanabe Tsuna" who is seduced by beautiful women in Ibaraki boy's costume!

Gudazi opened his hand: Baby, come quickly~

Why make Xianwang smaller?Only when you get smaller can the red flag not fall down, the colorful flags are fluttering!

By the way, I really want to see Ibaraki Doji become a stunning beauty!