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

【December 753, 12 AD, Tianping Zhishen set off for Dazaifu. 】

So far, this defensive battle has been declared a complete success, and the rest belongs to another battle.

The emaciated monk was supported by his disciples, and the envoys sent by Empress Xiaoqian respectfully guided him. He had no memory of the shock of the previous few days. Relevant memories, even the bruises left on his body during the attack, are also reasonable and reasonable supplemented with the normal explanation of "accidentally fell".

The disciple was originally supporting the mage, but suddenly paused, and asked in surprise:

"Master, where is your bead holding?"

The mage seemed to be stunned for a moment, he looked at his empty wrist, and there was no memory related to it in his mind.The string of water hyacinth Bodhi has been with him for a long time. After years of caressing and visiting ancient temples, it has already become one of the most precious things. He originally wanted to give it to the people in power in this country.

At that moment, the mage was blessed to the soul.

Even though he couldn't remember anything, even though the past few days were like illusory bubbles, he still smiled slowly, like a Buddha holding a flower.

"Perhaps... the title of Phoenix Emperor has gone."

Lian Hongba and the other Fu Sangshen stood on a high place, watching the team disappear into the distance.The string of holding beads was still too big for Lian Hongba, but Bing Zijiao Lin forbade him to throw it around disrespectfully, so he had no choice but to hold it in his hand.Immersed in the incense in front of the Buddha all the year round, this string of beads has gathered a lot of power of faith, but just holding it like this, Lian Hongba feels that the hostility in his heart that is about to move has been suppressed.

really good stuff...

Qi Xingjian turned his head to one side, just in time to see Lian Hongba happily playing with the string of Buddhist beads again, and couldn't help smiling.It would be good to have this thing to suppress Lian Hongba's hostility and killing intent, and he should also put the teaching of Taoism on the agenda as soon as possible. It is a fatal flaw of a general.

"Now that everything is over, we have to part." Bingzijiao Lin watched Jianzhen go away, turned his head and said seriously, "These are all top-notch experts, and we will benefit a lot from cooperation."

"Where is it, if it is not for the help of 'Sura', our mission will be declared a failure." Sanri Yue Zongjin said with a smile.

Hengdao nodded lightly to these fusangshen, Kashima hugged Lianhongba beside him, the short knife and silver jewelry hung on his other shoulder, the Seven Star Sword bowed to salute, and finally Bingzijiaolin, this group of people clearly It is a retrograde army, but Shangguo's demeanor is really admirable.

"It's a pity that there are no weeping willows here." Bingzi Jiaolin said, "After parting, each of us cherishes it."

"Treasure." Sanri Yuezong said cautiously.

Bingzi Jiaolin smiled, turned around and "rubbed" Lian Hongba's hair, "Hongba, we're going back."

"I see." Lianhongba freed up a hand. Their return method was completely different from that of the "government" Fusangshen. Although they also needed spiritual power, Lianhongba completely replaced all the instruments. Draw a talisman in the air with his own body.

"disease!"

A huge vortex appeared out of thin air, the Seven Star Sword entered first, followed by the Hengdao, and Kashima stayed until the end holding Lianhongba, presumably for the stability of the passage.

Lianhongba lay on Kashima's back, tilted his head to look at the Fusangshen who stayed where they were, and suddenly bent his eyes.

"I like you guys quite a bit, so don't die before we meet next time~"

"...No!" Hasebe raised his voice, and then his voice sank.

"I also wish His Royal Highness Hongba prosperous martial arts..."

"What are you talking about? Raise your head and speak louder, I can't hear you!" Lian Hongba propped up his body, his red pupils were still shining with the sharp light of galloping on the battlefield, "Hasebe, look Look into my eyes and wish me prosperity in martial arts!"

Those red pupils... ah... those red pupils...

【50 years in the world...compared to the sky...but nothing...】

Nobunaga!

"Your Highness Hongba, I wish you prosperity in martial arts!" His voice had never been so brisk, and the wind of drizzle brushed Fu Sangshen's unruly gray hair. He swept away the previous haze and wished loudly.

"It still looks a little bit." Lian Hongba smiled, "Let's go!"

The tall retrograde army disappeared into the passage, and after a few seconds, the passage collapsed into a black spot shrinking inward, and gradually disappeared.

"I'm going back." Yiqi Yizhen sighed with emotion, he lowered his head and looked at "Yakuken" Toshiro, and smiled slightly.

"What an unbelievable person. He is obviously a retrograde army, but he has a Honmaru who can go back, and a master he can trust. This is really..."

"I'll see you again." Mikazuki Zongjin didn't feel much reluctance, "Maybe in the near future, we will hear the name of His Highness resounding throughout the battlefield."

"It would be too bad if Mr. Crane's name resounded on the battlefield..." Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada showed a wry smile, and Okurigara who was beside him suddenly turned around and prepared to go back without saying a word.

"Little Galo?"

"Isn't it already over? It's pointless to stay here." Okurigara was as indifferent as ever.

"That's right, go back."

The sycamore tree was still waiting in the courtyard with purple and white flowers. Lian Hongba looked at the tree's seemingly endless flowers, and the sweet aroma of sycamore flower cakes appeared on the tip of his tongue.

"It feels like a person is waiting for us to go home." Bingzi Jiaolin laughed.

"Wu Hua is a wife, sounds good." Qi Xing agreed, and proposed a new idea, "Why don't Hong Ba memorize some of Xi Fu's essays, especially..."

Hengdao interjected, "Is that the one about 'Tingting like a Cover'?"

Lian Hongba: "Hey, hey, come and ask me for my opinion! Why is there so much homework?!"

No matter how hard Lian Hongba struggles, the increase in his schoolwork has become a foregone conclusion. The so-called blessings and misfortunes never come singly. Lian Hongba was soon taken away by Bingzi Jiaolin amiably for re-education. After all, he was too crazy on the battlefield before. Pass.

The hydrangeas were still blooming, and in the Japanese room with the sliding door open, Lian Hongba sat upright, wary of the education of love that Bingzijiaolin would bring to him.

"Hongba, what did you do wrong on the battlefield this time?"

"I was too aggressive, and... I lost control of my emotions for a period of time." Lian Hongba looked introspective, but his eyes said that if there was a next time, he would still do it like this.

Lian Hongba thought he would be scolded. Although Bingzi Jiaolin doted on him, he was extremely strict on this matter of principle, but to his surprise, there was only a long silence in his ears. He raised his head, and the retrograde army was using a Complicated and unspeakable eyes stared at him.

——It seems to be gratifying, but it also seems to be pitiful.

"Pepper Lin..."

"I have never advocated killing the enthusiasm in your nature. I didn't do it before, and I won't do it in the future." Bingzi Jiaolin stretched out his hand, and the hand with sharp nails hesitated in mid-air, and finally landed on Lian On the top of Hongba's head, he gently rubbed it.

"However, I hope you live well in this cruel battlefield, and the water dragon also hopes so."

Upon hearing the name "Water Dragon", Lian Hongba raised his eyes.The meaning of the Water Dragon Sword to him is not simple, it can almost be said to have given him a second life, it was the Water Dragon Sword that brought the cowardly and fragile prince out of the original world, thus giving birth to today's Lianhongba.

"I won't scold you. Everyone's life is determined by themselves. I just hope you can think about how to find a balance between fanaticism and calmness."

Bingzi Jiaolin finally said: "Hongba, you want to be the eye of the storm."

No matter how many turbulent currents circling and huge waves are raging, the eye of the wind should be absolutely still, and the same goes for the coach.

"But... have you been here all this time?" Lian Hongba quietly thought about what Bingzi Jiaolin said, and then grasped the problem, "If you were here, even if I fell into a frenzy, I would be pulled back."

Bingzi Jiaolin smiled wryly, this trust is too heavy, retrograde troops like them who are precarious, simply...

"...Go and recite the book." Bingzi Jiaolin could only say that in the end. Behind the opened sliding door was the courtyard, and the phoenix trees were white with purple, which reminded him of the sentences in the prose that Hongba was about to recite.

"There is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which was planted by my wife when she died. Now it is as graceful as a cover..."

Lian Hongba had already walked to the door, and suddenly heard Bingzi Jiaolin muttering in a low voice, so he turned around and asked:

"Jiaolin, what's wrong?"

Behind him is a sycamore tree, full of white flowers, which set off his red clothes and red hair, making it more gorgeous and dazzling.

A huge sense of sadness suddenly hit Bingzi Jiaolin, but he smiled as usual and said to Lian Hongba:

"Nothing, let's go."

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If you spend your time on the battlefield, a lot of time will pass easily, at least Bingzi Jiaolin thinks so.

He was gratified to watch Lian Hongba gradually grow taller. Although the growth rate was a little small, it was enough to make him happy... Damn!Where did the child eat every day? !After feeding it for several years, it is still such a petite one, and the sense of accomplishment has shrunk dramatically!

Probably because Lian Hongba listened to the conversation that day, so far, the runaway has never happened again.This still young child frantically absorbs all relevant knowledge, especially various art of war, from the emperor to his grandson to Qi Jiguang, Lian Hongba is willing to accept everything, and these will be his reliance on the battlefield in the future.

"My world... Huang Empire, there are not so many masters of war." Lian Hongba rolled up a book and shook it twice, "It's a pity that most of them are in Japanese. I also want to read the original book."

"The "government" of the time must have a corresponding way, you can ask those Fusangshen." Seven Star Sword raised a possibility, and his eyes drooped, "That Fusangshen named Hasebe would be very happy help you."

Lian Hongba bent down to see Qixingjian's expression, Qixingjian turned his head away, Lianhongba refused to let go, and saw him blushing until he couldn't help laughing: "Is Qixing jealous? It's normal~"

"... Nothing!"

"It's really troublesome to be popular~"

"Hongba! Almost..."

"Don't worry, I've always kept in mind my identity as a retrograde soldier, and I'll only hold Qixing like this now." Lian Hongba hugged Qixingjian's neck from behind, rubbing against his neck like a small animal, his originally clear voice subsided In seconds, she became as mellow and sweet as an oriole, "Is the Taoist priest going to be converted into a slave?"

"Practicing Hongba!!!" The Seven Star Sword exploded, "It's all Heng Dao! It's Heng Dao who taught you those... those "obscene" words and pornographic songs! Copy the Dao scriptures for me!"

"Okay—" Lian Hongba drawled his voice without sincerity, "Master Daoist, I was wrong—"

"Practice Red Bully!!!"