Draw the sword for the judge

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.Knowing that his master was in danger but not stopping him, he is ashamed to be a close servant.

poor person must have something mean.Watching the master sink and die, I am ashamed to be a sword.

th.My heart dies like a lamp goes out...

In the style of writing in the Heian era, gorgeous rhetoric is piled up with nine bends and eighteen bends, and ordinary people see the meaning that is absolutely eye-catching.

Sweeping across the suicide note, Qinglin's expression was indifferent, and his temperament was in the front? The banquet hall, under the blessing of the restricted area... in the eyes of the swordsmen who bravely brought the suicide note over, it was on the verge of anger and explosion.

(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻, they can't even hold the Lord of Xuanwu, how can they hold this big boss who crushed the Lord of Xuanwu into mud?!

Realizing this, the Sword Fusangshen shrank their necks, and retreated unconsciously to what they thought was a safe zone—although they were rescued, even though they admired and even surrendered to this Highness, they still frightened him, how could they break it?

"What about other things?" After reading ten lines at a glance.In the dream world, thanks to a better life and the gift of Zhenda Taijinjian, Qinglin learned a lot, especially after he settled in Atago Mountain with the Dataijinjian and met a certain Fengya dog.So, with just one glance, he could taste what the suicide note wanted to express:

Na Zhen Sanri Yue Zongjin realized the meaning of "Sanri Yue Zongjin" to Qinglin, and used his own life as a test, hoping that Qinglin would look at "Sanri Yue Zongjin" and help him, as well as his late god judge Take care of Honmaru... If necessary, please Aobashi pull the sword of Honmaru!

Of course, Qinglin can also do nothing, anyway, he said too much to Na Zhenwuhua, the worst result is that this world loses him and his God Judge, and other people's life goes on as usual.

Qinglin knows the power of acting like a follower.He didn't think that Zhiyi Dao would expect this, nor did he think that Zhiyi Dao would be angry because of the death of the God Judge...not to others, but to himself.

They regretted that they did not stop in advance and put the judge in danger; they regretted that they could not help the judge when they were suffering, and watched the judge collapse and fall into the abyss; they were angry why only themselves were rescued, not the judge. God.

Qinglin felt that the government of the time had done a good job of brainwashing.Of course, even with such cold-blooded complaints, his IQ also tells one thing - a god-judging person who is so loved by the sword is usually a good god-judging person... Therefore, losing Honmaru who is such a god-judging person, then With the sword in this pill, their life may be difficult!

"...What...any other things?" Perhaps he was afraid of Qinglin, and of course he was guilty because he was asked the main point.Faced with Qinglin's question, the swordsmen shrank in the corner, opened their watery eyes, and tried their best to show their purity and innocence... Of course, in their hearts, they scolded those knives who caused troubles bloody!

"Accompany this vibration knife to make trouble." Qinglin waved the three-page thick paper in his hand. It was not so much a suicide note explaining what happened after his death, but rather a persuasive article, "Or, the death list and the serial number of their pills."

"..." The swordsmen immediately knelt down: The big boss understands it at such a young age, it's scary!

But because of Aobin's cooperation, of course, in the mind of Sword, he became the image of a saint formed by beautiful words such as "understanding", "pure and flawless", and the sword present quickly moved.Following Qinglin's instructions, they took advantage of the situation to remove the traps set by the dead swords before their death, and took the share of the sword, the god judge, and even the government of the time as valuable as gold, and could even determine the survival of Honmaru. The information was given to Qinglin.

Dead Swordsmen: Madan!Stealing chickens is not enough to lose rice!

Dead swords: kneel down and beg the boss for mercy, kneel down and beg the boss for love!

After Qinglin got the information, he seemed to have inadvertently scanned the information about the serial number and coordinates of the pill, and then put the paper with the information in his coat pocket... At this time, he had changed his formal clothes, Wearing a shirt, vest and trousers.So the top pocket is the pocket on the waistline of the vest.

Ying Herbal is doing life-saving and healing in other rooms, and her feet are soaked in nutrient solution to replenish her physical strength.When he saw the swordsmen who ran to Qinglin before, he thought that there was an accident in Qinglin, so he left the wounded and ran to Qinglin.As a result, looking at the waistcoat with a huge income but no change, his only thought:

That pocket must be connected to a different dimension... yes, definitely definitely connected to a different dimension!

Qinglin felt Yingcao's fiery gaze on his waist, he raised his head, and looked back at this plant monster who had spent a lot of time in Hualou—this guy changed his career to eating meat?

Yingcao: No, I just feel that you have sounded the alarm for men, especially male monsters, ┭┮﹏┭┮

Yingcao: I'm not envious, you bastard!

Eliminate the source of evil of the Xuanwu clan. In popular terms, after looting all the land of the Xuanwu clan, Qinglin brought Yingcao, and Yingcao led a group of swords called "one of the trophies". Backtrack.

At this time, the Sword Fusangshen realized that Qinglin did not have the idea of ​​using this place as a stronghold, and when they were entangled in the issue of "house", they suddenly thought of the Lord of Xuanwu.

Although the Lord of Xuanwu was taught the principles of life by Qinglin, he fully cooperated with Qinglin in his work in the later stage.It can be regarded as one of the contributors to the rapid establishment of the fifth party force.

The swordsmen were worried that Qinglin would let the master of Xuanwu take advantage of the situation, and feared that Qinglin would return them to him... just like the masters they experienced in historical times.

Swords: Whether it is wealth, women, or swords, they are all just means for the superiors to win people's hearts and make others obey themselves, especially for the superiors with lofty goals.

"Your Highness, where is that one? Do you want to take it with you?" Although he was afraid and uneasy about the future, he also boldly asked doubts directly.

"Him?" To be honest, Qinglin has already forgotten the Lord of Xuanwu.Of course, it’s not that Qinglin has a bad memory or throws people away after using them, but through the previous “greetings”, he found that the Lord of Xuanwu is a puppet, man-made, whether alive or dead, when the conditions are met, no matter what he wants If he doesn't want to, he will return to his true colors.From a point of view, he is probably Xuecun NO.2.However, if time is used to record things, then Xuecun should be the No. 2 master of Xuanwu.

In this way, Qinglin handed over the Master of Xuanwu to the swordsmen. After all, it is easier to "communicate" with acquaintances than him, an outsider.

Not long after, when Qinglin and others arrived at the edge of the Xuanwu clan, that is, only one door away from the outside world, a dagger with bright red eyes told him with a smile that the Xuanwu master was hacked by him and thrown away. After being buried in the coffin, Qinglin just rubbed the head of the knife on Zhen's body, which had no bloody smell except the dark breath, and laughed:

"We'll have hot pot later, can you eat meat?"

"..." Surprised, he stared at Qinglin for three seconds with a tangled dagger in his eyes, and then ran back to the team with a broken face.

"Hot pot later?" Yingcao had seen Qinglin eating steak, um, not one or two steaks, but the amount calculated by beat.So at this time, he didn't know whether to complain about Qinglin's terrible appetite, or whether he should complain about Qinglin's terrible taste—(╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻, dear, did you forget to have a spicy banquet hall?

"Well, Sanriyue said that she wants to eat hot pot~" Qinglin chuckled, because Wuhua Taidao, who has a strong ability to record black accounts, still remembers that he ate hot pot with the first two swords.

"Well, I haven't contacted my superiors for a long time." After Yingcao realized that the late dinner was destined to be hot pot, she immediately made a strategic shift.It's been a long time since he had contact with his colleagues at the summoning office, as well as the superior Ghost Lamp!

In the end, before he could make a start, he was grabbed by the collar by Qinglin.Afterwards, unable to resist, as the gate of the Xuanwu clan was pulled open by Qinglin with the other hand, he heard the death knell from heaven... ah bah, it was the death knell from hell...

Yingcao: Can you take care of the fragile monster with a glass heart?

"Oh! It's out, it's out!" Yingcao described it as "the death knell", but the black-haired Imaken, who didn't know this himself, cheered after seeing Qingbayashi's figure.

Then, the dagger that Zhen wanted to win the top spot faced the betrayal of his younger brothers-Xiaohumaru grabbed him by the back of the collar, and Zheng Taishen Sankaiyue took the opportunity to pounce on Qinglin.

Qinglin let go of the shackles on Yingcao, and hugged Sanriyue who rushed over like a locomotive.

Yingcao, who was thrown away after being used, and Jinjian with black hair and black hair who are cruelly facing his younger brothers, Qi Qi looked down on the pair of doggy men and men who hugged each other: Bastard——

After merging, even if both sides are not familiar with each other, but because they are both under the name of Qinglin, the team quickly merged into one.

Afterwards, except for Qinglin and others (=Qinglin, Sanriyue; Xiaohuwan, Sanriyue of Zhengtai Shenzhe's house; Black Hair Jinjian; and Yingcao) who were going to eat hot pot, the others either returned to the base, or Take a stroll along the way and savor the excitement of the Rainbow Festival - although the number of the latter is pitifully small.

Yingcao: Hey, the Lun family also wants to go back to the base~~

Before going to the hot pot restaurant, Qinglin and others went to the registration center.Of course, this registration center also has a popular name called "Notary Office"... Although notary offices in this world are mostly used to register auction items involved in auctions.

After arriving at the registration center, Qinglin cast a large illusion before the staff reacted.Then, when the staff entertained him and helped him process the full set of official information of the "fifth party force", input it into the system, and convey it to all parties in this world, Gaitia, the personal system, took advantage of the opportunity to send Yi Xiaohumaru The auction items prepared by the leading wandering swordsmen were also inserted into the electronic catalog of auction items for each auction tonight.

Through the electronic catalog obtained not long ago—those guard knives on the street are for sale—Xiaohumaru was dazzled by the ever-changing number of auction items and the speed of increase, just as the colorful pictures appeared in an instant.

But soon, he realized something was wrong.He knew that they had prepared 50 auction items this time and distributed them to various venues, and each venue would not exceed 20 items.As a result, the increase was far more than this figure.

Xiaohumaru raised his eyes to see Qinglin with a happy expression on his face, flipping through the catalog of auction items in the best auction venue with his fingertips.He stared at Qinglin's back.

Xiaohuwan: Boy, stop pretending, I know you can feel my gaze!

"I also have a big family to raise~" Seeing that Xiaohumaru did not give up, Qinglin had no choice but to speak.What he didn't say was that since he had recruited this group of wandering swords into his group, how could he let go of those swords belonging to the Diablo Honmaru chain store?

Qinglin: Everyone has to earn money together~ It’s boring to fight alone, come on, come on, let’s come together!

"Profitable businessman!" Xiao Huwan, who considers himself innocent, grinds his teeth. He feels that he is the kind of stupid and cute fox who sells himself and pays for money.

"Anijia, this is your fault..." Qinglin saw that Xiaohuwan's mind could not turn around, so he put it on Xiaohuwan's shoulder with a smile. The two brothers looked good and said: "I heard that the economic foundation determines Superstructure? Do you know that every upheaval in the world is driven by the economy and demand? You have to look at the world and seek development..."

Qinglin Balabala began to instill in Xiaohumaru what he thought was common sense.At this moment, he felt the call of the times—why did he finally know about the cub? The reason why the demon king was so miserable was the fault of the nanny knife!

When Xiaohuwan was dizzy and inexplicably guilty, he suddenly came back to his senses and shouted: "Damn it, who is you Anijia!"

But the tragedy is, because he roared too loudly, so Qinglin had already hid behind Zhengtai in fear? Behind Sanriyue, he was protected by the vibrating sword...

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Sanriyue: Don't bully Qinglin!

Xiaohuwan: Ma Dan, my brother is too big to stay!

Qinglin: (#^.^#)