God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"--nervous?"

"What?" California Qingguang suddenly came back to his senses, but only heard the second half of the judge's words.

"Are you nervous if you meet the ghosts at night?" the interrogator patiently repeated, as if watching the sunset.

"No... what is this?" California Qingguang wasn't sure if he was laughing. It seemed that he hadn't had such close contact with the judge for a long time, and he didn't know what expression to put on for a while.

... Has it been more than ten days before you know it?

Under the afterglow of the setting sun far away from Honmaru and the battlefield, Da Dao finally broke free from the low whirlpool.

After the bloody hands of the Genji brothers, the question that he had been deliberately ignoring was once again undeniably placed in front of him. They are murder weapons, Fusangshen, and war and bloodshed are the meaning of their existence. What about the god judges?

The Inquisitor is human, a "living" thing, afraid of pain, injury, and death—that is, me.

At 30 days he didn't leave.

But one day he will leave, no matter how cute he looks and how much he likes him, this result cannot be changed.

Isn't it meaningless to talk about protection and change if it's just one's own wishful thinking?

The thoughts lingering in his mind are like a cold and deep ocean, and he gradually sinks in it, unable to see other scenery.

"Aren't you afraid of ghost stories?"

"These two are different." California Qingguang shook his shoulders slightly, as if he wanted to raise his hand and then gave up, "Since Hidekiri can chop off the arm of a ghost, then I'm fine, the scary thing is the invisible thing , if you can't touch it and have nothing to do... Isn't it scary?"

The inquisitor who received an unexpected answer turned his gaze from the sky back to his side: "For example?"

Da Dao lowered his head to avoid his gaze, but nervously scratched the stubble on the floor beside him: "People's hearts, thoughts, etc., are like the kind of things hidden outside the shoji door. The shadows are so clear, but Open the door and it's gone."

"This feeling between existence and non-existence is the most terrifying. I am not afraid of ghosts. If ghosts really appear in front of me, I will feel more at ease."

If you don't know what to do, just swing the knife - but that's exactly what I must never do to you.

The rotten wooden boards made a crackling sound, and Jing Mo noticed that Qingguang hadn't painted the usual nail polish, and his pale pink fingertips showed a kind of paleness like blood loss due to hard work.

The judge hooked his fingers, and a branch of tender green vine poked out from the hole in the floor, circled around the knife-throwing finger, and then wobbled in the direction of the Genji brothers, spreading The branches soon covered the entire corridor, forming a fluffy green carpet.

Da Dao looked at this plant with self-awareness in surprise. When he was in Honmaru, the god judge also transformed into flowers to show them, but... can it be done in this world?

The judge smiled noncommittally, did not make further explanations, but brought the conversation to the point.

"I heard from Yaoyan that you always come back with injuries recently." He put his elbow on his bent right knee and asked softly, "Would you like to tell me the reason?"

"It's nothing," Da Dao quickly put away his thirst for knowledge, and retracted himself into the shadows, "Yao Yan is too worried, it's normal to get injured when going out, and I also want to become stronger as soon as possible, so I can't let the people behind catch up I."

"When I'm in a bad mood, I also want to go to the battlefield," said the judge, propping his chin, "not for noble reasons and righteous positions, but just to gain peace in the familiar rhythm——sounds like Kind of bad."

Da Dao didn't make a sound, exuding a guilty conscience and refusal to cooperate from head to toe.

This attitude was also expected by Jing Mo a long time ago, so he just continued on his own: "I have participated in many more wars than you can imagine, and I have seen all kinds of things, no matter why you are confused , we must always keep in mind that the existence of self is the most important thing.”

"The belief, will, cognition or other things that support one's own are the decisive factors. They cannot be given up and cannot be shaken." You have to take good care of it, if you get hurt all the time, your spirit will be shaken, understand?"

California Qingguang peeked at the judge from under the palm of his hand, and the other person's expression was not reproachful, but admonishing and caring like an elder.

"Finally, don't stop because of one or two failures. You still have a lot of time in the future. As long as you are by my side, just let go and try." The eyes of the god judge are as warm as the temperature of the palm, "Don't Be afraid, even if you get hurt, I’m still here.”

Da Dao opened his eyes wide, although the other party didn't intend to use gentle words to pierce his knot, but he still felt his heart throbbing.

——I probably just want such a promise, no matter who it is in.

The setting sun sank without hesitation, and the twilight soon enveloped the whole world. Kemaru took out a lighter from his pocket, and with a few soft clicks, the flame jumped up, illuminating his dignified eyebrows and eyes.

"Brother, is this really okay?" He asked in a deep voice, "Do this in private and put aside the judge."

"Brother, it's better to pay attention to your side once in a while. As long as you put your heart into it, you can do well." Mustache blinked, "We just need to go back at the right time. Come on, let's get started."

"...Okay," Kenmaru replied reluctantly, "Since brother said so, I will pay more attention to it, but human beings are almost the same, and I don't think there is anything special about it."

"Eh?" Mustache narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything, just reminded his younger brother: "Turn it over, take it higher, the mushrooms are all burnt."

Yes, the two brothers were planning to abandon the other companions to eat alone. They harvested some bamboo shoots and mushrooms in the garden, and Hikakiri decided on the spot to take the rest back to the God Judge after they were full.

In this regard, Kagemaru just obediently took out a lighter and a small packet of seasoning to meet his brother's request-he is really careful and experienced, whether it is in expeditions or caring for people.

Careful means wanting it, and rich experience means it can be done. Mustache sat on the steps with his hands folded on his knees, watching his excellent younger brother neatly flipping mushroom skewers with a little pride.

The current life is not bad, there are no political personnel who pretend to be indifferent and turn their heads and whisper, and there are no fools who always use provocations to cover up their timidity. They are relatively free to go out to battle or go on expeditions, and they have a high tolerance for doing wrong things. High, in general, the environment is very relaxed.

The short sword in Honmaru is very well-behaved, and the rest of the colleagues are not difficult to get along with. The atmosphere is fresh and bright, which is in stark contrast to the oppressive atmosphere in Shizheng—probably because he is clearly aware that injuries can be healed, and there is no need to worry about half of the battle. There is no reason for succession. After all, current affairs don't have so much energy to allocate to them. Every time I fight, I have to be prepared that I won't be able to come back.

Speaking of this, although I didn't see what the examiner did, but after sleeping in the hand room for half the night, the stagnation in the body disappeared, and the operation of spiritual power became smooth again, and the state was better than when I first arrived at Shizheng. No less.

The big matter that the idiot brother was brooding about was resolved inexplicably, and he woke up that morning with a blank expression like a hamster.

"Brother, you eat first." The mushroom skewer exuding the smell of burnt protein was handed over, and Kagemaru asked the brother who seemed to be in a daze with a little worry, "Is there any problem?"

"No," Higakiri took the food happily, "I just think it's nice to be so leisurely once in a while."

"It's great that brother still thinks that way," Keimaru laughed, showing his sharp canine teeth, "It's good to be a famous sword, but it's not bad to be a Fusangshin, let's try more together in the future. "

Firelight danced in his eyes, and his golden pupils shone brightly.

"Knee pill."

"Huh?" The younger brother, who was not used to being called out by his name suddenly, opened his eyes wide.

"Do you like God-inspectors? The first, the second or the current one?"

"Ah... To be honest, I don't have much memory, but I went to many places with them and experienced a lot of things." Knemaru scratched his chin, showing a little childishness, "I still like fighting, but apart from it, There are other pleasures too, like hot springs and delicious food."

"Maybe this can only be given by the god judge? Although Shizheng provides spiritual power, he can't be our master. He stays there and prepares for battle all the time. If he has Honmaru, he can rest."

"I see." Higakiri, who had only been in Honmaru for a few short months, smiled and patted his younger brother's head, "Then tell me more about it in the future."

"Okay," Taidao looked seriously at the fire in front of him, "Although my brother always said that he would spend it leisurely, he was actually very tense. As a famous sword, it must strike a perfect balance between rigidity and toughness. You told me this sentence."

"We already have a place to rest, so brother, you too..."

What?Do you also accept the life of having a god judge?Or are you like me, accepting who you are now?

Kemimaru considered his words, he had wanted to say these words for a while, for him, Higiri was both a brother and a lord, facing such an excellent existence, he always had to think twice before speaking words of advice.

"Oh, this is taught by my brother."

Higakiri's voice with a slight smile interrupted his embarrassment, and Kemaru quickly denied: "No, no, brother, how can it be called a lesson—in short, let's eat first."

Stuffing the bamboo shoots in his hand to Higaki, Katsumaru secretly spurned himself for giving up halfway, let's find another good opportunity next time.

Mustache slowly ate what was in his hand, and accepted his brother’s feeding from time to time, until it was completely dark before getting up in satisfaction: "Okay, they should finish talking, let's go back."

"Okay, brother," Kagemaru also stood up, skillfully extinguished the fire, turned the black ashes under the wet soil, and asked after making sure that no traces could be seen, "Is the judge who wants to talk to you?" Did California Qingguang say?"

"That's why I told you to pay more attention to your surroundings. Although California Qingguang is the first sword, the God Judge is not his first master." Mustache reminded his younger brother, "I provoked him a little when I closed my hands last time, and sure enough. They just took the bait, so they haven’t had a lot of time to stare at us lately—Tsurumaru was being very careful back then.”

Kenmaru turned his head to stare into his brother's eyes.

"The god judge is probably going to solve this matter today, what's wrong?"

"Taihe is the one we went to Honmaru on the second day, right?"

"correct."

"Brother, you got this information about Honmaru in advance? Otherwise, how would you know about Qingguang in California," Kagemaru's expression became complicated, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Didn't you say that you want to find a judge you like?" Mustache replied indifferently, "Okay, let's go—the corridor has turned green."

Keimaru habitually took two steps forward, carefully inspecting the plants that hadn't appeared when he came, although he didn't see anything unusual, he could only give up pursuing the question just now, and cautiously dragged his brother to walk on the land under the corridor.