I heard that all my swords have fallen

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Probably because of being open and honest, everything was laid out clearly, and the relationship had the meaning that a god judge and a sword should have.

For the god judge, the swordsmen have a better understanding.

As for swords, Yan San also knew a little bit more.

Speaking of Yan San, it can be regarded as two extremes. On the one hand, he likes to go out to see the scenery and taste the special delicacies from all over the world.

But on the one hand, as long as he is at home, he will stay behind closed doors. It can be said that he is a dead house who loves games.

Because of the deeper contact and understanding with the swords, Yan San gradually began to like these swords.

Don't get me wrong, Yan San said that liking is more like a friend, Yan San scratched his head: haha, because I always feel that people will mistake it for love now.

After all, no one would be disgusted with a humble, introverted, steady, elegant, considerate and considerate creature, especially... the ones with good looks are as painted.

Among the swords and swords, Yan San is very interested in several people: Xiaoye Zuowenzi, Dajuli Jialuo and Minghu.

Because Yan San always felt that they had a contrasting and cute temperament, and looked cold and hard to get close to, but in fact... what the hell are all the dark eyes.

But also very interesting.

On this day, Yan San stayed in the room and read the newly found horror comics. Horror comics are very magical.

For example, I want to watch more and more, and I can't stop at all.

Wrapped in a quilt, Yan San read the whole book with his breath held, and then...then he felt that he was no longer alone, his room was full of people.

Under the bed, in the closet, behind the bookshelf, outside the window...

The more Yan San thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't stay in the room anymore. He looked up at the window and saw the moonlight like water, the shadows of the trees whirling, and the swaying made people extremely uneasy.

Yan San suddenly thought of the swordsmen. Unlike him, he basically stayed in the bedroom after eight o'clock, while the swordsmen usually didn't rest until ten o'clock in the evening.

Now everyone should be in the lobby or the backyard?

Thinking of Yan San like this, he suddenly felt more at ease, as long as he wasn't alone, he would still be afraid of a ghost.

He put on a robe casually and decided to go play with the swordsmen, anyway, he won't be able to sleep for a while.

As soon as he walked to the entrance of the hall, he heard Yiqi Yizheng's voice. His voice was always low, but now it was full of gentleness and felt more pleasant.Yizhen seems to be telling a story to his younger brothers, because he faintly heard the words of princess and prince.

Yan San listened carefully and heard the little daggers' questions or doubts, with all the innocence and cuteness of children.

Yan San couldn't help smiling, and walked over. The swordsmen only rest at ten o'clock in the evening, and they usually have group activities between dinner and ten o'clock. The Taidaos either drink tea and read books, or Who will tell bedtime stories to lull the knives.

The lamps and shadows flickered in the hall, and under the warm lights were swordsmen with different styles. Yiqi Yizhen held a fairy tale book in his hand, and told a happy fairy tale for the little Zhengtais with gentle eyes.

Mikazuki Zongjin, Xiao Karamaru, Xiaohumaru and Shuzhuwan Hengci sat on the sidelines drinking tea and chatting, quite like a patriarch.

As for the others, they are either following the story or doing something they are interested in.

Yan Sanliu suddenly thought of a sentence: several generations live under the same roof, and enjoy themselves in harmony.

Danfeng's eyes were bent into a beautiful and gentle arc.

Yan Sanle's arrival was so sudden and silent that most swordsmen didn't realize it, but there were exceptions.California Qingguang inadvertently raised his eyes to look outside the door, and then saw the God Judge with loose long hair and a blue robe.

The examiner's complexion is fair, like suet white jade, and his eyebrows and eyes are usually so bright that people can't look directly at them, but now they are as gentle as water, just looking at them with a smile.

Calm, very gentle appearance.

California Qingguang became nervous almost immediately, he was at a loss and wanted to stand up: "Master God Judge..."

This sentence caused all the swordsmen in the room to stop their voices and look over at the same time. The god judge was wearing a blue robe and his back was straight, like a green bamboo.

"Why are you here?"

A little nervous, Yan San knew clearly that he didn't hate or dislike him coming, but he pretended to put a smile away and let out a long sigh, quite melancholy: "It seems that you don't want me to come, that's fine, I'm leaving."

Before he could turn around, he heard Candlestick Qie Guangzhong's eager voice: "No..." Before he finished speaking, the judge had already stepped over, smiling beautifully with those red phoenix eyes.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong suddenly relaxed, the interrogator is such a joking character.

Yan San sat down in the seat of the first stage, and said with a smile: "First stage, continue." He didn't think too much, he thought that firstly, he could listen to the story and secondly, he could coax the children to play.

But Yixing felt that he couldn't continue talking.

Yan San waited for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "Phase one?"

His long black hair fell down with the movement of his head, as smooth and beautiful as satin.

In the first episode, I couldn't take my eyes off. Fortunately, my brain reacted quickly, and I explained casually: "I'm thinking about what kind of story to tell."

Yan San nodded to express his understanding, then suddenly said: "Let me see?"

Yan San: Isn't that the way fairy tales are? 2333 He can speak.

Then after reading the first story of Yan San, she...has a face? ? ? ?What the hell is this?

The main character steals the witch's treasure and lives a happy and rich life?

This obviously violates the core values ​​of socialism, no, no, this story cannot be told.

Turn to the second: ? ? ?Why is this princess so pretentious, she picks and chooses when she is a guest at someone else's house, isn't this showing her status and taste, ky.

Turn to the third: ... This plot is like a joke.

……

The more Yan San read it, the more he felt that none of these fairy tales could be told. No wonder Yizhen was embarrassed because of storytelling.

However, not many people actually take fairy tales seriously.

Fortunately, Yan San was aware of the environment he was in. He coughed and closed the book: "The stories should be positive, lively and interesting. Let me think of a story. You must not have heard it. Pass."

The young ladies were looking forward to it immediately, and one or two sat upright.

Yan San hummed, and began to think deeply, and then he felt a pain in the head, because he found that he couldn't tell fairy tales at all.

He likes horror stories and martial arts novels, but can horror stories be told to children? Obviously not, in case he is too scared to sleep at night.

And martial arts novels are called fairy tales for adults, so they are not very suitable for children.

He was struggling here, but the little Zhengtai over there obviously saw that he didn't have any stories, and Jin Jian said softly: "Then... can the main hall tell your own story? Because the main hall has gone to many places ah."

I want to know where you have been. It must be picturesque and beautiful.

"My story..." Yan San didn't expect Mrs. Xiaozheng to say that, she was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled again: "Okay."

He unceremoniously began to boast: "The story of a legendary boss like me is wonderful."

Then I saw the young ladies nodding their heads in agreement, with a face that we already guessed.

With Yan San's face, he naturally wouldn't feel embarrassed, but just had one thought: why is this kid so stupid and sweet, does he believe what others say?

In fact, Yan San was thinking too much. Even the child-like Ranto Shiro and Sayo Zuofuji have hundreds of years of life. They have gone through wars and killings, and they are not ignorant.

From their point of view, God-inspectors have strong spiritual power, free and easy personality, many hobbies and good looks.

Such a person attracts attention no matter where they are.

Yan San imagined the beginning, and briefly explained the background characters: "I was picked up by my master a few months ago."

Just started here, Xiaozhengtai Wuhu frowned and asked, "Picked up by...?"

Yan San touched his chin and thought for a while: "Well, I heard from my master that when he picked me up, I was suffering from a serious disease, which was difficult to cure, and even if it could be cured, it would cost a lot of money. My biological parents probably don't have much money."

The person who said it didn't have any emotional ups and downs, but the young lady who listened frowned one by one, and said angrily:

"It's too much."

"How can it be like this?"

……

"Hey, why are you so cute?" Yan San couldn't help pinching the little Zhengtai's face, with a hearty smile but calm eyes: "But this is understandable, what would you do differently?" Choose? Because one person ruins the whole family, or because giving up one person can make a family member live well?"

Yan San himself didn't dare to say that he could choose not to give up in such an environment, so since he didn't dare, why should he ask others to do something.

Sanri Yue Zongjin seemed to sigh softly: "You really can see."

Yan San was still smiling, he spread his hands and didn't care: "It's no use no matter how hard you think about the facts, just keep going, the days are long and the scenery is still many, later you will It’s nothing to find out.”

His master told him that the days would be long and there would be more scenery, so he couldn't be relieved at first, but later he felt that it couldn't be more correct.

The days are long and the scenery is many.

Yan Sanliao is indeed a free and easy character, which is enviable but difficult to be like him.

For example, Ji Xiansi, he likes Yan San the most, respects Yan San, and finally hopes to protect his confidant and friend.

You should always be.

Yan San looked at the sword and continued: "Listening to the story is worse than experiencing it yourself, it's better like this." He looked like a big brother: "In the future, I will take you to see the beauty of the mountains and rivers, taste the delicacies from all over the world, what donkeys roll five-color rice Candied haws millet cake..."

While talking, Yan San said, "Guangzhong, do we have anything to eat? I feel like I had a fake meal tonight."

——Are you greedy for the delicious food in your mouth...

The author has something to say: 2333 I don’t like to be close to a person. The so-called influence is very annoying, because deliberately approaching and tolerant is to please. I don’t like my son who hates someone. Can't please him.

233 And the chicken soup for the soul is meaningless. How can a person fully understand a person? I think that only the daily behavior and handling of things will affect a person. Needless to say, just follow his pace.