God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

The first night of the new Honmaru was very comfortable.

"The battlefield at the beginning was only for us to get familiar with the battle. After that, we need to form a team to fight, a group of six people," California Kiyomitsu tried to recall what Foxosuke said back then, "After becoming a human, you need to It takes a lot of time to get familiar with the battle, and the effect of the practice is of course not good enough, the God Judge is responsible for sitting in the rear of the battlefield, adjusting tactics or implementing emergency moves."

"I won't stay in the back." The judge looked at the two Fusangshen who were sipping milk with tolerance. "Fighting is an integral part of my job."

"Does the general like fighting?" Yao Yan asked.

"I like it." Jing Mo laughed, "The pleasure brought by a good opponent is incomparable. I came to serve as a god judge just for this, although it seems that fighting is secondary now."

"Isn't it for collecting famous knives?" California Qingguang asked suspiciously, "You said in the afternoon that you were misled by 'sitting on dozens of famous knives'..."

"That's from Fox's Nosuke," Jing Mo said indifferently, "How could it be because of such a naive reason, as long as I can enjoy the joy of fighting, I never pick a weapon."

...sounds seasoned.

The two fusangshen thought at the same time.

"Perhaps even more experienced than you guys," Jing Mo leaned on the seat in a more comfortable position, "Are you surprised?"

"What did the general do before?" Yaoyan asked worriedly, "Is it a dangerous job? If you want to say it."

"It's not dangerous at all," Jing Mo smiled. "It's just very boring, but life is made up of long jobs. I can only try to choose the one I like more."

"Then what do you think?" California Qingguang asked hesitantly, "We... all this meets your expectations?"

"It may be more challenging than I expected, but it's also better than expected." Under the dim candlelight, the handsome facial features of the god-inspector carried a sense of unreal illusion, "This job will probably make people feel better." I have benefited a lot."

This job... huh?

The two fusangshen who got the answer they wanted were not as happy as they imagined. There always seemed to be something deeper than the literal meaning hidden in the words of the god judge, but it was difficult to distinguish them for a while. They could only help the god judge with suspicion. Or blow out the candle, leaving a quiet sleeping environment.

The weather is fine and suitable for fielding.

"My lord, this is a letter to you." Foxnosuke, who had disappeared all night, crossed the courtyard and appeared in front of Jingmo energetically. "The current administration is willing to compensate for the mistakes in the propaganda, and has made it clear about your participation in the battle." reply."

Jingmo unfolded the letterhead with a cursive pattern—the standard print on it—the other party first apologized for the improper wording of the propaganda in an enthusiastic but distanced manner, and the compensation list is attached; The gods are not afraid of being injured and have the fighting spirit of taking the lead. At the same time, they mourned the past god judges who died on duty. Finally, they lightly stated that the importance of god judges is not in fighting but in governance. Please don't overestimate your strength in combat. Ability to forcibly use Fusangshen's body to cause irreparable consequences.

"——Wang Jun, it is important to cherish yourself, don't go to dangerous situations in person, and take risks with yourself."

Jing Mo considered his words for a while, and finally told Fox Nosuke his evaluation of the letter cruelly.

"Very regrettable."

Fox's help was hit hard. It thought that this letter could stop the indiscriminate actions of the god judges and bring life back to the normal track of Fusangshen's battle and logistics of the god judges, but it doesn't look like it will happen now. to any effect.

"But you can rest assured that unless the other party agrees, I won't do what I did yesterday," Jingmo took the opportunity to rub Fox's ears twice happily, "An excellent judge of God cannot deprive others of their spirituality just because of self-satisfaction." Fun, right? And it’s part of my job to guide them as they grow.”

"Great, my lord..." Will you obediently stay behind the battlefield?Foxnosuke didn't care about protecting his ears, but tried his best to express his expectations with his eyes.

"I will prepare my own weapons." Jing Mo said neatly, then gave up his furry ears and turned away without hesitation: "Yaoyan, inform everyone, prepare to go out!"

Today's judges are not the same as yesterday.

Liu Zhen Dao Jian quietly observed the owner in front of him. He was not wearing the casual suit he came yesterday, but a very soft and loose robe with a stand-up collar, gloves with metallic luster on his hands, and a palm tied around his waist. Wide leather belt with gemstones in the middle, no saber, trousers of the same fabric can be seen from the slit at the bottom of the clothes, leather boots close to the calf are knee-length, and the boots are decorated with decorative metal patterns; Wears a very wide cloak with a ribbon at the neck, reaching down to the calf.

The hair is not neatly tied up from the neck like yesterday, but tied on the top of the head with a gold ring with a thorn pattern, and many jewelry made of precious stones, gold and silver are also hung on the body.

Generally speaking, the painting style is a mystery, and it is incompatible with these swordsmen, but it is quite commensurate with his slightly feminine and handsome face.

This... is this the battle uniform of the master/general?Doesn't it look too gorgeous/cumbersome...

The two servants thought at the same time.

"...Well," Jing Mo pondered for a while, "Is there anyone who doesn't want to join the battle? There are still some things that must be dealt with in this pill."

Although it was in a questioning tone, his attention was indeed on Awataguchi's two daggers, Akita Toshiro and Maeda Toshiro.

Yakuken noticed this keenly, and when he was wondering why, Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki raised his hand on his own initiative.

"Ah, master, we can stay, it would be best if there is someone who can help," Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki still looked carefree, "You two, Maeda and Akita, also stay and help us."

"Then I'm relieved," Jing Mo answered quickly, without giving the two daggers time to answer, "Mutsu Mamoru wrote a reply letter to Shizheng for me, and the letter is on my desk, Maeda I will tidy up the house with Akita, and then communicate with Honosuke to confirm the resources and money status of Honmaru. There will be purchased things delivered later, and I will leave it to you to sort out.

By the way, today... I don't know when it is, but the Shizheng Council sent Yi Zhendao. If I am not here, I would like to ask you to receive him. "

After understating the shocking news, Jingmo happily took the remaining three Fusangshen out of the battle, leaving behind Mutsu Moriyoshi who thought that the judge just made up a lot of excuses to keep the two short knives out of the battle Crazy alone.

"We're not good at documents—"

Maeda Toshiro looked at him sympathetically: "Mr. Mutsumori, let's tidy up the room first, and then go find Foxonosuke together after you finish writing."

"Ah—why did we stay here..." Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki nodded weakly, "They should be out soon, and they have to deal with one or two before the master returns."

Not to mention how much Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki who saw the contents of the letter scratched his head and racked his brains to make up a few words. The two small daggers were shocked when they stepped into the second floor. Clothes were thrown everywhere in the room, a bit like rags The same curled up, some hung crookedly on the armrest of the chair back, boots, belts and gloves were piled up at the foot of the bed, there were several boxes with uncovered lids on the side cabinet, and bits and pieces of gemstones rolled around. Fall to the ground.

"...Brother Yaoyan did say that he and the Palace of California packed the Lord's luggage last night, right?"

"That's right, the lord even arranged for Brother Yaoyan to be a servant..."

The two of them shut up together, and began to tidy up the house quietly, occasionally exchanging glances with sympathy.

It's not easy being a servant.

The small knives washed what should be washed, ironed what should be ironed, and put everything in order. After putting everything in order, Mutsu Mori didn't finish his reply. In the end, he just talked about it. When he wrote it, he felt that he was wasting That beautifully patterned paper.

After asking Foxanosuke to explain the recent income and reply letter, I found that Honmaru can be said to have escaped from the ranks of the poor and the poor. With the little funds left by the previous god-inspector, I finally don't have to worry about the financial crisis.

Of course, this is based on the fact that the judges have paid all of their own money so far.

Today he spent a lot of money to buy a dozen shikigami for doing odd jobs. They have no other disadvantages except that the cooking taste is the same and they are very expensive. But would the average god judge spend two years' wages to buy this?There are so many swords and swords, and the gods are completely busy.

In addition, there were some tableware, flower utensils and other things that were sent. The outer packaging showed that I was very expensive. When Mutsumori moved them, he was terrified.

"Master is very rich." He muttered to himself, and got a nod of sympathy from Shinto Shiro.

"By the way, why haven't they come back yet?" Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki straightened his stiff waist, "Shouldn't it be time to prepare lunch? Well, speaking of food, the barbecue last night was really good."

"Xiaoye said it was a gift from the master's friend," Maeda replied seriously, "I also think it's delicious, why don't we go to the kitchen to see what's left."

However, the god judge didn't come back to eat at noon. Fu Sangshen, who was waiting hungry, went to find Foxunosuke, and the answer was that the god judge was advancing rapidly.

"Master Shenzhe is in a very good condition now." Foxosuke said with a complicated expression, this is not only very good, it can feel Jingmo's spiritual power surging like boiling here, it is quite state of excitement.

... These dull Fusangshen.

Jingmo on the battlefield was indeed in a state of high emotion.

For him, there is very little fun that can be obtained from pure fighting skills, and more motivation for work comes from other places. Within a group, whether it is belief or will, there must be a difference between superior and inferior Yes, usually unpleasant cowards are the majority, but like pearls in the gravel and gems in the ore, as long as you search and dig patiently, you can always find the little surprises that occasionally appear in ordinary life-those beliefs are like flames Generally shining and eye-catching existence, when this kind of opponent has certain fighting skills, the fighting can be called an artistic enjoyment that pays equal attention to the senses and the spirit.

However, it's too bad to see Lie Xinxi who can't help fighting against someone with a firm belief. The fighter loses his way forward, the murderer has no taste at all, and the god judge has good self-control and never blindly wallow in it.

However, the time-traveling army is a bit special, and the government of time described them very accurately - they will not abandon the battle and flee even under extremely unfavorable circumstances, and even the miscellaneous fish that are just training recruits have the courage to fear death ——This kind of belief is not brilliant, but it is generally rock-solid and unshakable. Although it lacks skills, it can be regarded as a rare shining point.

Both are jobs, why not choose one that is more satisfying.

The slender fingers were pulled out from the enemy's chest neatly. The corner of the judge's mouth slightly raised and he took a step back to avoid the blade attacking from behind. At the same time, he controlled the Shindachi in a hug-like posture.

"Show me the flower of your faith..." He whispered into the opponent's ear with a low smile, and then crushed the opponent's throat with a violent force.

The retrograde army struggled out a few broken syllables, and then the red light in his eyes went out, and his body fell back heavily into the dust.

Jing Mo stood up straight, took off his gloves and tucked them in his belt, and exhaled lightly. Moderate exercise always makes people feel refreshed and happy.

However, the fusangshen behind them are only exhausted from excessive exercise. Today's advance of the god-inspector's battle line is comparable to the ten-day progress of the god-inspector in the same period. The number also increased accordingly. Even if the judges consciously divided half of them, the three Fusangshen still had a hard time coping.

"...Although it will hurt, but this strength is good." Yao Yan panted, "I feel that I can do more."

"The feeling has become stronger, but I'm not happy." Xiaoye Zuowen was injured a little, his arms and cheeks were covered with blood, he stared blankly at Jingmo, who was smiling at the corner of his mouth under the afterglow of the setting sun, "How can I be like the master?" It's that easy."

... No, no, the starting point is different, and ordinary people can't do that, let alone your left-handed writing.

California Qingguang shook his head. Today's battle lasted from morning to evening. The judges still looked relaxed and comfortable. On the contrary, the three of them were injured and tired—ah, I really want to rest.

"General, you haven't eaten anything since morning," Yaoyan said worriedly, "It doesn't matter if we don't eat for a while, are you okay?"

"Don't worry," the interrogator gave him a soft smile, "let's end here, thank you for your hard work today."

Although I want to have fun once in a while, I still don't force these young people, there are plenty of opportunities.