I heard that all my swords have fallen

Yan San stayed up all night and finished reading horror comics, and on the other side, a certain empty and lonely Honmaru was also brightly lit.

As one of the five swordsmen in the world, Sanri Yuezong, known as the most beautiful, is nearly worthy of this praise. He lowered his head slightly, his forehead hair covering his eyes, and his side face looked as white as jade under the dim light.

He was clinging to the cup, as if he was drinking tea, but he hadn't moved for a long time: "Is there... a god judge coming?"

Foxosuke curled up his big fluffy tail a little uneasy: "That's what the Government of Time said." No one spoke, and it was so quiet that the sound of the night wind blowing the leaves could be heard.

Foxnosuke said cautiously: "The interrogator this time is from China, and people from the government said that he is a good friend of Mr. Ji Xiansi Ji."

——Ji Xiansi.

This name is a legend, that elegant, beautiful, gentle and peaceful God-inspector is even the sweetheart of many God-inspectors.

Sitting in the corner was a man in a black suit and an eyepatch, sitting on the wooden floor with one long leg bent. He was obviously sitting in a casual posture, but because of his straight back, he looked too quiet and serious.

Half of the handsome face is hidden in the dark, and the other half is in the light, which makes him even more lonely.

He looked up at Honosuke: "Is that your friend?"

——If that's the case...

But he didn't say anything, just remained silent, and the whole hall fell silent again.

The next day, Yan San woke up very early, and it was his first time as a civil servant. No, the judge should have arrived earlier. He has no control over how the swordsmen do it, and he is not interested in it. He just needs to be himself. .

In Yan Sanleo's imagination, the swords should be very indifferent, or cruel and unapproachable?Yan San has read a lot of anime novels, blackening, isn't it scary?

The Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada in the old Ji Honmaru is a good wife and mother, the blackened Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada...Kiri Hasebe with a waste of judgment skills, the dusty Suzumaru Koji, and the lively and cute short swords...Black After transformation, they are completely opposite sides.

However, what surprised him was that the swordsmen were all calm and indifferent, not lacking in elegance and calmness, and of course they also showed indifference and alienation from the bottom of their bones.

After listening to their self-introduction, Yan San muttered a little, is this definitely a blackening?Isn't the blackening in novels and anime earth-shattering, all kinds of troubles?

This... this is not exciting at all.

Yan San twirled the wine gourd, looked up and saw that those swords were fighting better, and the eyes of the short swords showed fear and caution, as if they were afraid that he would get angry.

Yan San was very sympathetic in his bones, especially for the old and the weak, women and children, it was a little complicated to see the small group of young ladies trembling.

But this kind of complexity often does not stay for a while, because it is useless.

No hesitation or entanglement, life is doing.

Yan San smiled, and Danfeng's eyes were full of smiles: "Then let me introduce myself, my surname is Yan, and my first name is San. According to my master, I wanted to call me Qi. Qi is happy, angry, sad, sad, worrying, and fearful, and my emotions are too easy." Is that bad, the master hopes that I will not be attached, but he doesn't like the number seven, so he just called three casually."

He heard that he couldn't let Dark Fallen Sword know his real name, otherwise he might disappear, and Yan San understood a little bit in a daze.

Looking back, it was all right, he had nothing to fear.

He has lived for so many years, it is too weak to be hidden by the gods, and... he didn't even say his real name, and he built another air wall from the beginning.

Just be honest and everyone will be more comfortable.

Foxnosuke was stunned: "This, is this your real name?"

Yan San raised his head and took a sip of the wine, his tall long hair swayed, and he smiled loudly: "I think of a stage name, but after thinking about it, the current name is more suitable for this boss's appearance."

It's hard for anyone to dislike Yan San's character, even if he is a dark sword, he will inevitably be a little gentle.

After introducing the name, Yan San looked cautious again: "Then what, I think it is necessary to talk about my problems."

After the swordsmen became more cautious, Yan San coughed: "You know Ji Xiansi, right?"

As the oldest person, Karasuma nodded.

"Then you also know that he is a prodigal local tyrant?"

Nod again.

Yan San coughed: "Old Ji is a prodigal local tyrant, and he has a little sense of financial management. I am... a pure prodigal." Daily penniless and poor."

A certain short knife looked over, because of the dark fall, his left face had unique black lines.

Hakata Toshiro, I have seen it in the old season Honmaru.

Think about it, even if it is blackened, the nature of the character is still the same, Yan San is a bit vain: "If you have money, you have the way to be happy, if you have no money, there is the way to be happy. Life should pursue happiness. Money is something outside of the body. Don't worry about it."

——Inexplicably thought of the words poor and happy.

"That's not the point." Yan San shifted his attention: "So I may be doing all kinds of pretense because I'm happy. Besides, I've been traveling all these years, and I'm used to being free and loose. I don't like being restricted, and of course I don't I like to restrain others, so you can do whatever you want, and we will not interfere with each other."

He was speaking very sincerely and frankly, and being so open and honest made people feel respected.

Then... let's not interfere with each other.

Facts have proved that there is no such thing. Yan San is interested in eating, drinking, and having fun. After using spiritual power to make Honmaru look beautiful again, Yan San... let himself go.

As long as he let himself go...Let's put it this way, Ji Xiansi's gentle, peaceful and respectful character can't bear to be discouraged.

Not to mention...swords.

Once again, after going out early and returning late to drink and have fun, Yan San was stopped by Hasebe when he returned to his room. Except for the black pattern symbolizing the dark fall, his appearance was no different from other swords.

With gray hair and purple eyes, and a handsome and resolute face, he was silent for a while: "Will you go drinking tomorrow?"

Yan San just thought he was asking casually, just like he would ask some questions sometimes: "Yes, I found a tavern, and his wine is still to my liking."

What Hasebe wants to say, but what position does he have to say?Should not interfere with each other as the other party said.

There was an eerie silence.

"It's not good for your health." This time it was Candlestick Cut Guangzhong who lowered his head.

Yan San looked at him and then looked at Hasebe, who seemed to understand something. Although it was blackened, it seemed to be different from what he thought.

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Seeing the light after being in the dark for a long time should be a state of being cautious and cherishing.