I heard that all my swords have fallen

Yan San coughed, and changed the subject: "Well, it's not important, the important thing is that I didn't expect Lao Ji to become a civil servant." He propped his forehead and thought of what he saw before, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

The old season who has taken off the cold mask has the magic power of falling in love at first sight, no, no, the cold old season also has this kind of magic power.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong and the others have met the God Judge's friend today: gentle brows and eyes, elegant without fireworks, cold and alienated when silent.

And their god judges are full of spirits, and Dan Fengyan always has a bright and dazzling smile.

These are two completely different people, just like the sun and the moon, and it seems that all the brilliance in the world is equally divided between two people.

Little Karasuma, who rarely spoke, looked up at Yan San: "Did you decide to become a god judge because of Mr. Ji?"

Yan San was stunned: "Not all." He turned the wine gourd and explained: "Actually, Lao Ji told me that I should also be a trial judge, but I refused. Civil servants don't have the chic and freedom of Jianghu people."

The benefits of the god judge are good, but they also have considerable responsibilities. Yan San felt that it was not worth the gain to trap himself for that little benefit, so he refused at first.

"However, I found out later that the government of the time is still very tolerant towards the god judges." Yan San added with a smile while propping his forehead.

He only needs to provide spiritual power to the swords, and it is enough to win with the swords in large-scale battles.

"Is that so?" Karasuma narrowed her eyes, looked up after being silent for a while, "Then why did you choose to fall into Honmaru?"

This is where everyone cares.

The atmosphere in the hall was suddenly frighteningly quiet, Yan San was stunned for a moment, he was not careful enough, not considerate enough, but he was not an idiot with real steel bars and nerves.

From the very beginning, swordsmen have been very concerned about the identity of "Dark Fall": a tool that betrays its master, so ugly.

Although I don't say it, it more or less reveals such a meaning, especially the swords such as Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada and Yakiri Hasebe.

Also... He accidentally saw the comments about the little knives browsing through.

Seeing how sad the swordsmen who commented will be, you can probably understand a thing or two by empathizing.

Do you want to cut into the issue of the dark fall?How should I speak?Wouldn't it be more embarrassing for them to mention it hastily?Chicken soup for the soul or poison soup?

Yan San is indeed not a very smart person who has everything covered, so he thinks about it and thinks it's better not to mention it.

Let nature take its course, they can say it whenever they want to, and let's eat, drink and have fun now.

Unexpectedly, it is now at this time.

Yan San hadn't spoken yet, the stern man in military uniform and eyepatch spoke again: "What do you think of Anluo? And...why did you choose Anyuan Honmaru?"

How do you think about it?What kind of identity should we get along with?It should be possible to ask, right?

——Should I say something positive at this time?

Yan San wanted to say that at that moment, but in the end he still chose the most sincere thought: "Just, if you fall, you will fall, it's none of my business."

After a short silence, Candlestick Qie Guangzhong raised the corners of his lips: "This is really your style."

Yan San was also happy. He felt the relaxation of the swordsmen, so he tilted his body and smiled like a joke: "I'm busy, okay. I'm busy eating, drinking, traveling around the world, and playing mahjong with Lao Ji." When it came to the last sentence, I concluded: "I haven't lived a good life myself, so I don't have time to evaluate and pay attention to other people's lives."

What does it have to do with him whether the swords are dark or not?It's just a strange spirit body that I have never seen before.

It can be said that this is the indifference that everyone has more or less.

Yan San looked at the faces of the swordsmen, and he always understood that he had overlooked many things. Sometimes it was because he didn't know what to say and how to say it. Since the swordsmen asked inexplicably today, he took advantage of the situation and said: "For I refused to become a god judge at the beginning, the reason why I became one is the repeated requests of the government of time and the attitude of being free enough, and the other is the reason of Lao Ji and myself."

Yan San was calm, he smiled and said, "Traveling around the world is my choice, and I am very happy to do so, but sometimes, such as during the holidays, I feel that I am a bit boring by myself."

During the holidays, it seems that everyone has a lamp, either the waiting person or the waiting person.

In front of him, he could turn around and look around, drink and chat with people, but when everyone went home for the holidays, he just sat on the mountain alone and spent the night.

lonely?It seems to be or not, because he has been like this since he was a child, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with being alone. This is also the life he chooses to like.

The camellias in Lijiang, the wind and snow in Dali, the vast Qinghai Lake, the peach blossom boats in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River...he likes these.

But other than that, I want to stop occasionally, or someone can take a look at these scenery together.

Yan San's complexion remained unchanged, and he continued in a statement tone: "But I am not old and have a too long life. To me, 100 years is only one-tenth or less of a life, but to ordinary people it is too long. It's a lifetime, and it's too complicated to get along with ordinary people in this capacity."

The swords were silent, they understood the idea, because they would die and dissipate, but the process was too long.

"With the same long-lived people, because they have lived for a long time, everyone has their own defenses and life rules. It also takes a long time to understand each other, and it is too complicated and troublesome." Yan Sanlai always thought so, but thinking of Ji Xiansi He bent his eyes again and said: "It was an accident between me and Lao Ji, we are as good as ever."

Calculated that he and Lao Ji have only been together for a year, but it seems that they have been together for hundreds of years, they are friends, and they are also like family members.

"Because Lao Ji actually came out of the deep mountains and old forests and chose this kind of life, probably because of his influence."

Now that it's started, let's take this opportunity to say everything that needs to be said, otherwise I don't know when it will be delayed.

Yan San continued: "I don't think you have any problem with how to look at the dark fall." He paused, and said directly and firmly: "You are right in the first phase."

What's wrong with wanting to protect your little brothers?If it was him, he would do the same.

This is the first time I heard such words.

In the first episode, his voice seemed to be trembling, and he spoke slowly: "But we are swords."

One should serve the God-judger, live for the God-judger, and die for the God-judger.

Yan San smiled, with a rare sense of calmness: "But you are not only swords."

Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, fear, and resentment are things that every living being possesses. You will be happy when you are praised, sad when you are isolated, and angry when you are bullied...whether it is a choice or rejection, as long as it is not harmful to the world, what is the problem?

It wasn't until Yan San came here that he understood some truths. The murder of the master and the cruelty were basically rumored.

Even when he had the idea of ​​killing, he never thought of actually killing that god judge.

"Also, I should say sorry to you, I misunderstood you." Yan San suddenly thought of all his speculations before that, as well as those self-disappointed disappointments... Really.

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The eyes are calm and sincere, and they couldn't be more serious.

Even though Yuezong was approaching on the third day, Jiang Xue Zuowen, who looked as cold as ice and snow, was startled, and when he looked again, there seemed to be a clear moonlight in his eyes.

Yan San tilted his head and smiled, his untied long black hair flowed down with his movements, it was as soft and beautiful as silk and satin, and his smile was the most touching: "Because I grew up with a sword in elementary school, and the sword is my weapon, and it is also my weapon. My favorite weapon."

Yan San's eyes were gentle: "In China, the sword is known as the king of a hundred soldiers." He said without hesitation, "The so-called sword is a sacred product in ancient times. It is the most noble and honorable. It is the ancestor of the short soldier. , a close-strike weapon, because of its profound Taoist skills, it entered the legend of Xuan. In fact, because of its lightness to carry, charm to wear, and quick use, so princes, emperors, scholars, knights, merchants and common people in all dynasties all take pride in holding it. "

"So I was a little disappointed after knowing that the sword will also fall in the dark, because this is not the sword I know."

No country has endowed the sword with so much connotation like China: Xia Yu's fish-intestinal general Mo Xie; the sword of the emperor, the sword of the princes, and the sword of the common people.

There is no country where the people have such a deep affection for the sword. Since ancient times, from the literati, the poets, the pawns, and the current student party and working party have a natural love for the sword.

From the beginning, he fought for three thousand miles with one body, and once served as a million-dollar master with one sword.

Get drunk and take off the sword, travel and sleep in the high hall.

Later, the sword energy spanned thirty thousand miles, and the light of one sword froze nineteen continents.

Myths and legends, the biography of rangers, the sword is indispensable in Chinese stories.

"But." Yan San looked deeply at the swords, and then smiled: "The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers."

Yan San touched his chin: Japanese swords are also swords, and... a large part of Japanese swords comes from ancient Chinese swords, but they were given new content and culture later.

……

Dressed in white snow, with long hair like ink, the judge lazily leaned against the door, with a bright smile on his face.

——The sword... is the king of a hundred soldiers.

——God Judge...

——How should they respond to the judge?

Just when the swordsmen were about to speak, Yan San covered his forehead with a fist: "As for why I chose Honmaru with all the people, the reason is very simple, because I don't."

Speaking of this Yan San, tears flowed down his face: "I'm not a European old Ji who just fell into the soul. I don't change my fate, I don't save my faults; with my bad spirit, I can forge until I go bankrupt, okay?"

While saying this, he focused on the ancestor of the Japanese sword, the five swords of the Japanese world, and those swords limited by spiritual power.

Is he also someone who has read the God Judge forum?He still knew who owned those swords called Feioubububu and Feiganwu.

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