God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"It's been raining for so long..." Ge Xian looked worriedly at the silver rain curtain, "Xiao Ye, how do you feel?"

"I'm fine." The short knife in the corner of the room sniffed tightly wrapped around the quilt, "I just feel a little cold."

"It turns out that we, as swordsmen and gods, will get sick like human beings," Qing Guang squatted next to Qing Jiang who was using a tea stove to boil water, "Is this also an experience in battle?"

"Oh, there are many similar ones," Owaki Tsubasa brushed his drooping hair back, "Don't accidentally fall for it."

"I didn't notice that Xiao Ye was drenched in the rain," Ge Xian said angrily, "This damn weather is really unpleasant."

"In the final analysis, you are too clingy, so we didn't get cold." Jia Qingguang picked up a small fan on the side and fanned it once and for all. Come with me."

"How can this be called clinging? Xiaoye and I have served the same master, and we have similar tastes and hobbies, so we can get along with each other," Gexian replied seriously, "Right, Xiaoye?"

"...Gexian, you should get along with everyone more."

"Eh?"

"Here comes the medicine—" Yaoken pushed the door open, and behind him were the examiner and Hasebe, who were holding a tray.

"It's ginger tea, drink it while it's hot." The judge placed the wooden plate on the tatami, "Hasebe said you might like this dessert, so we brought it together."

Next to the medicine bowl is wagashi made into a persimmon shape, exuding a sweet smell.

"Thank you." Dagger raised his head and replied softly.

"Hmm--would taking it with your hands be more useful than drinking medicine?" Qingguang tested Xiaoye's temperature with the back of his hand, "An injury must be much more serious than an illness."

"No." Smiling Qingjiang walked in with a teapot, "Injury and illness are two different things. Hands can only repair wounds. If you are sick, you should drink more hot water."

"Drinking more hot water can cure all diseases?" Yao Yan propped his chin and muttered to himself, looking up at the god-scrutinizing judge who cast his eyes with unclear meaning.

"Ah, this... I saw it from the general's forum," Yao Yan faltered for a while before admitting readily, "I shouldn't use your ID for things other than work."

"Let's talk about it when we go back." The judge stared at him, then turned to pick up the ginger tea, "it's a bit spicy, it's best to drink it while it's hot."

Ge Xian's eyelids twitched as he watched Xiao Ye finish drinking the bowl of ginger soup, as if the burning hot sensation was rushing down his esophagus: "Would you like some water... How about drinking this?"

"It's warm...it's not so cold anymore." Dagger replied.

"If you still feel uncomfortable later, we'll go back to Honmaru," the judge patted his head, "I'll bring you to play next time I go out to battle, there's still plenty of time."

Dagger nodded silently.

"Can I often go to the town to rest?" Qingguang asked in surprise.

"It's not just towns, I can take you wherever you want to go, places you haven't been before," Jing Mo looked out of the window, "See more scenery you haven't seen before, meet people you haven't met... ..."

He turned back, the shadow of the lamp reflected in his eyes, full of nostalgia and warmth.

——What kind of magnificent flowers will these immature seeds bloom?

"But this is our Honmaru's secret." The judge blinked his eyes, and the softness was fleeting. "We can't let the current affairs accuse us of traveling at public expense."

In the end, they decided to stay in the hotel for one night before returning. Considering that the dagger that drank ginger soup needed to avoid catching cold again, the dinner was served in the room.

It was the proprietress' seven or eight-year-old daughter who brought the wine. Her eyes curiously circled Hasebe's scattered lower threads. When meeting Hasebe's eyes, her pupils were full of innocence and fearlessness. Putting down the wine After a while, he still refused to leave.

Seeing the stern-faced Hasebe Kyomo throwing a ringing bell with a smile, Da Dao hesitated, and put the golden bell in the little girl's palm. The child who was unwilling to leave before smiled happily and rolled his eyes. He ran away with flushed cheeks.

Hasebe breathed a sigh of relief quietly, he really had no experience with such a child.

"Hasebe, you also got caught in the rain today, come and have a drink." The judge greeted Hasebe with a toast, "Wine can expel the cold."

"Yes."

"Hasebu is too serious," Qing Jiang said with a smile on his face, covering the corners of his raised lips with the wine cup, "It's not working, so it's not good to be so serious."

"It doesn't hurt to be a little more casual," Yao Yan also held a cup, but there was only a shallow foundation in it, "Did you scare the lady boss today?"

"She clearly wants to take advantage of the heavy rain to ask for more belongings," Yaki Hasebu frowned, "The Lord even gave her the accessories that she carried with her..."

"Hasebe cares about this? It's for paying bills," the judge handed him a glass of wine. "It's not something meaningful. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to live here."

"It's not our words?" Qing Guang asked curiously, "We didn't do anything."

"Take your knives with you." The judge took a sip of his wine, "That's a warrior. As a warrior, you can't be judged as cowardly anyway, that's why the proprietress dared to bring us here. Come live, even if something strange happens, we won't make it public, let alone blame her."

"so?"

"So there may really be ghosts here." The judge smiled, completely ignoring the horrified eyes of California Qingguang.

"...It's really exciting." Smiling Qingjiang blinked his eyes, "Although I have rich experience, it's only in the form of a knife. This kind of atmosphere is really exciting."

"Then what, are we going to sleep tonight?" California Qingguang tentatively said, "It's hard to come out to play, why don't we all sit together and chat, and tell stories."

"You say Hundred Monogatari?" Gexian's eyes lit up. "It happened to be popular in the Edo period. Does California want to play this? Three rooms are just right."

"Hundred Monogatari...is it a game?" Yaoken asked.

"Light a hundred wicks in the next room, and the participants will blow out one wick every time they say a strange story, until all the wicks are blown out," Hasebe explained to the short sword who has never experienced the Edo period, "Popular on sweltering summer nights."

"It is said that after telling a hundred ghost stories, incredible things will happen. If the story is told well, the candle will turn blue," Qingjiang continued with a smile, "It's very interesting when you think about it. I really know how to play."

"Sounds very interesting." Xiao Ye, who was still surrounded by quilts, also looked up.

"Huh?" California Qingguang, who was watched by several eyes at the same time, shook his head frantically, "I mean, just tell an ordinary story."

"How can an ordinary story be considered a hundred monogatari? Of course, the scarier the better," Kasen Kanesada said expectantly, "I'm going to ask the proprietress for the wick right now?"

"Boldness is commendable, Qingguang." The judge watched the excitement and signaled Hasebe to help him pour the wine. "Although it is autumn here, rainy days and strange stories are also very good."

"I don't want to hear ghost stories..." California Qingguang struggled to ask the interrogator for help, "Master will suffer if he can't sleep well? One hundred ghost stories will definitely be told until dawn, so let's not play and sleep."

"It's really bad to have your sleep interrupted, but if you stay awake all the time, there's nothing wrong with it, um—" the judge held the wine glass and dragged out the end of the sound, and he didn't reply until Qing Guang came over anxiously, "This It’s true that the game takes a long time, we’ll play it when we go back and prepare well, let’s do something else today.”

"Yeah." Qing Guang immediately agreed.

"I have a lot of stories to tell," Smiling Qing Jiang said in a regretful tone, "However, if Tsurumaru Temple is missing from this game, it will be a lot less fun. It must be more exciting to go back."

"Ah, I also need to prepare well. Today is indeed a bit hasty," Kanesada Utasen also agreed, "Let me elaborate a few stories."

——I really hate Tsurumaru, I feel that one day I will be scared to death by him.

Kiyomitsu, who was immediately executed with a sentence of death reprieve, went dark when he thought of Tsurumaru's reaction when he knew about the incident.

"Ghost... Will it come tonight?" Xiao Ye pulled down Ge Xian's sleeve, "If it comes, it can also be used as a strange story."

"Not necessarily." Hasebe, already slightly drunk, snatched away Ge Xian's words, "After all, Smiling Qingjiang is here."

"There is a saying that you can suppress ghosts by keeping me by your side," Owaki Zaza narrowed his golden eyes, "Then, I will keep vigil for the master tonight."

"Me! I'm with you," California Qingguang moved to the smiling Qingjiang side, "I'm still very reliable at night watch."

"Is this really good?" Smiling Qing Jiang tilted his head to look at him, "I'm the Ghost Slaying Saber—the type who might chase after ghosts when they appear."

"It just so happens that I can stay with the master." California Qingguang immediately said that he and Smiling Qingjiang complement each other and are indispensable.

"Ah, that's fine." Smiling Qing Jiang thought for a while and looked back, "Then what do you think?"

"Night watch or anything else is fine, I welcome you at any time." The judge focused most of his attention on Hasebe, who drank fast and anxiously behind the rapping knife, and the two wine jugs were already empty without noticing. It's going to be empty.

"Changgubu, drink slowly," Jing Mo had to remind and wanted to continue to drink up the knife, "Why don't you talk about something while the wine is in full swing?"

"Does the Lord have a story to tell me?" Hasebe's eyes were still clear, but the blush on his cheeks was getting bigger and bigger.

"What kind of story should I tell?" Yaken crossed the God-inspector and reached out to take the wine glass from Hasebe's hand. When he was stared angrily, he continued calmly, "Why don't the general tell the story of the past? Let's do it."

Da Dao didn't care about the wine glass he had pulled out of his hand, but looked expectantly at the judge.

"What happened in the past?" The judge smiled helplessly, conniving at Dagger's use of himself as a shield, "Then let's talk about someone I know."

"It's not a scary story," he pondered for a while, "Let's just treat it as a strange story, and tell you it's a good occasion."

"At a certain time, somewhere, there was a wealthy family that had been passed down for generations. The only son of this generation's owner was keen on collecting antiques with a history, but any object with a bizarre story could be exchanged for a large sum of money from him.

One day, a peddler who was selling old things in the neighborhood found him and said that he wanted to sell a mirror. This mirror belonged to a famous aristocratic surname hundreds of years ago. The first heir also died, so the mirror was lost to the people, and peddlers accidentally found it from the homes of civilians who did not know the goods.

'If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have taken this bad luck mirror from that family. The peddler said respectfully, "I don't need to repeat the rumors about it. Since the death of the orthodox heir, every one of its holders has disappeared. Do you want to buy it? Are you not afraid of this bizarre story?" '

The only son felt provoked, so he bought the mirror on the spot, put it in the bedroom, and scolded his wife who thought it was inauspicious and persuaded him. After a long time, nothing happened, and everyone got used to it .

In the third year after buying the mirror, the only son suddenly made a name for himself in the family business. He suppressed the several households that had always criticized him, and controlled most of the family's voice.

In the fifth year after buying the mirror, the only son fell in love with tea tasting and chess. He often studied the game rules all night. The young maids heard conversations and laughter coming from the room, but no one knew who the visitor was.

In the seventh year after buying the mirror, the only son has become the head of the family, owning dozens of times more wealth and power than before, and there are as many people who flatter him as the crucian carp in the river. In order to cater to his preferences, people look for all kinds of An antique with a history, but he seemed to have lost interest in this matter, and he never showed his original enthusiasm.

In the ninth year after buying the mirror, the owner's wife died, and the owner was very indifferent to this. The servants all said that it was because the mistress died in a dishonorable way, although none of the servants had ever seen the mistress. face of the master.

Ten years after buying the mirror, the only two children of the owner died of illness, one was seven years old and the other was five years old. There were rumors that the family was cursed in the streets and alleys, and the owner did not comment on this.

In No. 12, when he bought the mirror, the owner of the house disappeared. According to the servants, he never came out after he entered the bedroom. The only thing that disappeared with him was the mirror that had been placed in the room.While concealing the truth about his disappearance, the elder of the family took great pains to find a servant who was still alive after serving the master more than ten years ago, and asked about the origin of the mirror.

They quickly found the peddler who often did business nearby, but the peddler denied this. In fact, he was illiterate, and he didn't know the legend about the mirror. The only thing he remembered was 12 years ago When I came back from business, I was seriously ill, and I even forgot where I went.

In the end, the owner of the house disappeared like many holders of the mirror and never came back. "

After telling the story, Jing Mo, who couldn't help but want to be silent, looked around and waved his hand. A short candle on the candlestick in the corner went out with a whoosh.

"How?" He patted Yakiri Hasebe, "This is the end of the first story, is there any problem?"

Hasebe looked over in a daze. Fu Sangshen, who was drinking for the first time, tried hard to memorize the content of the story, but obviously lost the ability to think actively.

"It seems to be a dull story," the judge sighed, and handed over the faltering knife from Jiu Jin to Yaoyan, "Tomorrow morning we will jump back to Honmaru through the battlefield, so don't be too lax."

"Didn't it be agreed to wait until we got back to play...and why did we blow out the candles?" California Qingguang said with a strong smile, "Since we have to play tomorrow, let's pack up and go to sleep."

"Who... do you know in the story?" Xiao Ye, who was helping to pack the drinking utensils, couldn't help asking after being silent for a long time.

"Guess what." Jing Mo took what was in his hand, "I'll return it to the proprietress, you guys rest first."

After settling Fu Sangshen, who was dawdling and unwilling to sleep like the children who went out for an outing, Jing Mo returned to the room with the two people who claimed to be keeping vigil for him. Qing Guang had consciously brought bedding from another room, and quickly Three quilts were laid on the floor.

"Okay master, we will watch over you tonight, it will be very quiet, you can rest assured to sleep." California Qingguang patted the bedding, "Let me change your clothes for you?"

"It's ready." Jing Mo just unbuttoned his coat, and waved his hand to signal that he didn't need it. "He said he was watching the night for me, but the important thing is that you can rest in peace."

"...After telling such a story?" Qingguang complained half-truthfully.

"It's just an ordinary story for you guys." The judge sat cross-legged on the quilt, not surprised by the creases on the hem of the clothes: "If you don't sleep well, it will affect your state tomorrow. With a smiling face, Qingjiang will be with you." Can you rest assured, too?"

"Well—of course it won't be cute enough if you don't perform well," Qingguang muttered, rather than looking for a sense of security for himself, "staying up late is also the enemy of beauty."

"So go to sleep quickly, don't worry." The judge added with a bad taste, "Just pretend to be asleep if there are strange movements."

Thanks to the last sentence, California Qingguang finally got into the bed with a feeling of apprehension. He thought that this night would be difficult, but he didn't expect to fall into a dark and sweet dream as soon as he closed his eyes.