On the Possibility of Part-Time Jobs for God Judges[Comprehensive]

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No, I know that your focus is on Heihe... (Indifference.jpg)

Hongba is set as the protagonist with the attribute of "sex". This time I want to write a protagonist who is so confident that he is almost conceited. If you want to refer to the character design, it is probably the Qiantang Dragon Lord in "Liu Yi Biography" and the historical hero. Murong Chong.There will be quite a lot of Chinese-Chao elements in this article, because I think many articles use the banner of the protagonist of the Chinese Dynasty, but there is not much traditional cultural knowledge.Chinese culture is really beautiful, and the collision with Japanese culture sparks countless sparks. I hope I can balance these two cultures~ (uneasy)

"Tianping Zhishen" refers to Jianzhen, which means that his achievements are enough to represent the roof of the culture of the Tianping era.

All the retrograde troops that appear in this chapter are swords sent to Japan during the Sui and Tang Dynasties. The Seven Star Sword and Bingzi Jiaolin Sword should be very famous. Gem Tang Dagger, all of these will appear in this article.

"We still don't fully trust you, Tsurumaru Kuninaga." Outside the door, Xiaoxiao's cold rain continued to fall.The sticky air unique to the rainy season eroded the already dilapidated Honmaru, and the shadow of a remnant maple was first reflected on the sliding door, and then twisted and landed on Naginata's eyelids.

Against the backdrop of the red soul fire, Feng Ying suddenly seemed to be burning.

"This really surprised me." The black-clothed Fu Sangshen seemed to smile without any suspicion, "What, do you want to become an enemy with me?"

"No..." Naginata shook his head slowly. He was probably a little frustrated, but in the face of the big picture, everything can be put back. team.

Anyway, just some boring consumables.

"We need your strength." Naginata said, "The upcoming support battle is your chance to prove your loyalty."

"Hey..." Fu Sangshen in black elongated his tone a little, still with an unserious smile on his face.

"Who am I going to support?"

"The balance of the balance disintegrates the troops, they are so arrogant that they want to assassinate that holy monk." Naginata stood up, opened the sliding door, and let the wet rain pour in, "Because of this, we must not use our full strength this time to protect the Strength is the main thing, we don't have the capital to stir up such a battlefield..."

"Those Shuras will never let the scales fall!"

"Samo's power has moved. Hongba's prediction is good. They are likely to strike on December [-]." The young man wearing a bamboo hat stood in the corridor, his face could no longer be called human, and the twisted black mist covered his body Walking in, the dark blue soul fire was burning in the eyes under the bamboo hat, but the shadows of Seven Stars and Xiangyun could be faintly seen on the torn sleeves.

"Jiaolin, should we strike first?"

"Don't be in a hurry." The person who answered him was the person sitting on the porch, with the bamboo hat on the side, not sitting upright, but bent his legs at will, which could almost be called rude.

"Look over there." He raised his chin in one direction, and the young man wearing a bamboo hat followed his prestige. There was a huge sycamore tree there, which transcended time and seasons. I saw two figures standing under the flower tree, and the unusually tall one was raising a long pole to knock down the large clusters of tung flowers on the tree.

"Qixing, have you ever seen Lu Dao so happy?" The young man called Jiao Lin spoke with a soothing tone, every word was filled with a smile, "He was as happy as a child, ah, the tung flower fell on his head. "

Qixing's eyes also softened, and he put aside the cumbersome tasks for the time being, and sat on the porch with Jiao Lin, with the same undignified posture.

"Do you want to eat Tung Blossom Cake at night? Save some for frying. The noodle soup is also good."

"It's great, we can still eat tung flowers in this season..."

"Eat it and then leak out of the bone?" Qixing mocked lightly, he looked at his hand, the knife seemed to have grown together with his body, and was still climbing upwards, presenting an ugly snake-like appearance of scales.

"Do what Hongba likes to eat, I don't care..."

The unusually tall Kashima walked over slowly, with a basket in his arm, and the little figure who had picked up tung flowers all over the ground before was sitting on his shoulder, as light as a bird.

"Qixing, Jiao Lin." He greeted first, and then jumped down, not afraid of the scary appearance of these people, or rather accustomed to it, in a pair of red eyes, the pupils stood up like beasts.

"Are you going to fight? Who are you going to kill?" He was very excited, his canine teeth showing a little bit, "Whoever it is, kill them all!"

Jiao Lin slapped him resentfully, "Kids, don't talk about beating and killing! Come here with a basket, and I'll make you cakes."

Seeing that the child bowed his head and said no, he directly lifted him up, holding his collar by the back like he would a naughty kitten, and walked towards the kitchen like that.

"Then, I'll help too." Qixing stood up, as if she wasn't the one who showed a momentary self-pity just now, "Kashima, go and meet the horizontal knife and silver jewelry, I don't know if it's those guys who don't have eyes tripped them up."

The tall figure wearing a black hat nodded and walked out of the dilapidated courtyard.

Jiao Lin carried the kid all the way, and the weight got heavier and heavier, and he knew it was intentional to make things difficult for him, so he almost laughed on the spot.He endured, put the child on the steps, and looked at him helplessly.

The child also looked at him, his bright red pupils unblinking.He is really beautiful. I don't know what kind of good genes his parents have, and what they ate to grow up, so that he can be called such a thrilling beauty. His red hair is an extremely deep rose color. In the past, it was as if a fire was lit in sight.

If it was only for his good looks, Bingzi Jiaolin wouldn't give him a second look. The reason why he kept this kid picked up on the battlefield by his side was because...

The kid spoke with a straight tongue.

Even if the steel sword Bingzi Jiaolinjian of the Sui Dynasty became a sad existence known as the "retrospective army", he still has an indelible attachment to his homeland.

His country was Sui, and after becoming a retrograde army, the history was completely transparent before his eyes, and he was able to know that later that country became Tang.

Prosperous Celestial Dynasty, Glorious Tang Dynasty!

The native language of the hometown is enough to make Bingzi Jiaolin ignore everything and regard this child as a relative. The other swordsmen from that country also have the same idea. They used to gather together in a daze, but now they have They have achieved something that can be called a goal, and this kind of thing also prompted them to shake off their confusion and confront other colleagues who changed history.

To raise this child, and... many things related to my heaven-chao, how can you change it? !

This child made them regain the pride of the previous country, so they naturally attached great importance to this child's feelings.

"Lianhongba, why are you obsessed with going to the battlefield? You are different from us. Even if you have the legacy of the water dragon sword, you may die." Bingzijiaolin called the other party's name cautiously. If Lianhongba can convince him , he will respect the other party's decision.

"I have...someone who must be killed." Lian Hongba's eyes suddenly became slack, and the huge and deep-rooted hatred began to rise, and a raging and gorgeous red "color" bloomed in his eyes.

"She is very strong... Now I am no match for her little finger. So I want to become stronger, and when I am stronger than her, I will harvest her life." Because of his strong hatred and fighting spirit, his The hand trembled slightly, and the weak fingers were drawn inward one by one, as if they were holding the other person's life.

"I'm going to kill her to see what ugly red she can bleed! For my mother! For my father and brother! For my country—"

"revenge!"

A muffled rolling thunder flashed across the sky, and the deliberate slowing of the footsteps made the sound seem to be contained in a glass jar.Bingzijiaolin was standing on the porch, and the red-haired child was standing on the porch. The pattering rain made the soul fire of the retrograde army sway.

"It's really... well-reasoned..." He laughed lowly, "No one can say anything about revenge for the country."

"Our battlefield needs you, Hongba, but don't be too far away from us. This is the first time you have participated in a large-scale battle." The retrograde army said in a gentle tone, carrying a basket full of tung flowers, and started to walk again.In the corridor beside him, the red-haired child stared at him suspiciously and followed him with small steps.

"Jiaolin, you changed your mind too quickly, I don't feel at ease."

"Huh? What else do you want, you squeamish brat?"

"Because you agreed too easily, I just said a few words..."

"It's really... as difficult as a cat..."

Turning a corner, weeds are still overgrown, but there is a clump of bright hydrangeas blooming in the corner, with fluffy flower balls leaning there, the kitchen is already very close.

"Then I'll ask you." Bingzi Jiaolin sighed, but his tone gradually became more serious.

"What is the name of your country?"

Lian Hongba suddenly stopped in his tracks. He thought of the late spring in March, when the orioles were flying around, and his mother held his hand amidst the noisy birdsong, and wrote a word on the snowflakes with one stroke.

The cinnabar is used, and the word burns vigorously on the paper like a ball of fire.

"Her name..." The bright red eyes raised up, and the expression of this overly precocious child showed a wonderful tenderness at this moment.

"Her name is [Huang]."

【December 753, 12 AD, the disintegrated troops of Tianpingzhi were preparing for battle! 】

"You take all the archers and infantry away, and the silver ornaments will follow you, so be careful!" Bingzijiaolin finally ordered with concern, the tall marching army whose full name is Kashima Shrine Tang Dadao moved slightly, and was caught by Bingzijiao. Lin blocked it with one hand.

"The battlefield here still needs you. If you are worried, try to stop as many enemies as possible."

Seven Star Sword checked his body, "Don't worry, it's amazing, but that child..."

"It seems to be enjoying the battlefield..."

In the bright red pupils, the pupils have shrunk to the extreme. Lian Hongba took a look at the troops allocated to him. In such a battle situation, it can be said that it could not be more generous.

He has always envied that his father and brother can lead troops to fight, and he has hidden in corners countless times to secretly watch them dispatch troops. The team stretches for tens of miles, and will repel all invading enemies for the Huang Empire.

Can he do that too?like father and brother...

The elder brother's back flashed in his mind, tall and majestic.They didn't meet much. The first prince of the Huang Empire, Lian Hongyan, the eldest son known as "Emperor Yan", led the army to fight in his teens, and even conquered multiple mazes. His talent was recognized by the whole country. , except for the second prince Lian Hongming, the other princes and princesses all seemed too bleak.

The third prince, Lian Hongba, was even more so. The difference between them was like clouds and mud. When Lian Hongyan was galloping for the empire, he was still in the small courtyard in the deep palace, guarding his crazy mother and living carefully.

It's not resentment, it's not jealousy, he's just...not reconciled.

Probably because the blood of the Huang Empire burns with something called ambition, and if it is not satisfied, it will make the owner of the blood suffer. Lian Hongba likes to call this kind of thing "red", just like they passed on in the same vein redhead.

The root of all this suffering lies in his weakness!

The ferocious short knife like a snake bone slid past his side, and the light refracted by the blue glass and white pearls on the horns brought back Lian Hongba's mind. Next, a faint smile line disappeared.

"Go, Hongba, go to your battlefield."