The spell daily of the departed savior

Wuli's different appearance startled the Fusangshen.

Under the strong murderous intent, Kasen Kanesada, who was not too prepared, even took half a step back subconsciously.

Among the few people, only Sanri Yuezong's close relatives had seen Wuli's appearance in battle, and knew how dangerous it would be if Wuli was left in such a chaotic state.

He pursed his lips and clenched the sword in his hand.

But just when Mikazuki Zongjin was about to point the knife at Wuli, he was stopped by Tsurumaru Kuninaga who suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

Mikazuki Zongjin narrowed his eyes dangerously: "In just a few days, Tsurumaru has already abandoned Fusangshen's interests and safety, and is he completely devoted to the new Lord God Judge? Grandpa and I were really surprised."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga sneered and raised his chin, motioning Tsukami Munune to look at Wuli: "The grandfather in the Heian period has to be old, isn't his eyes so bad-see clearly, that's not what you know Lord Wuli."

Mikazuki Zongjin heard the words and looked, following Tsurumaru Kuninaga's prompt, he noticed something that he hadn't noticed in the tense confrontation just now-power.

After the god-inspector took over the pill, both the operation of the pill and the transformation of Fusangshen need the power of the god-inspector to support it. This is also the risk control made by the government of time to allow the god-inspector to better grasp the pill .

Even though Sanriyue Zongjin waited for Fu Sangshen to strengthen himself and not need the support of the god judge after his dark fall, Wuli still provided a lot of power without hesitation after joining Honmaru. Therefore, Fu Sangshen Able to perceive the state of Wuli with the same origin as oneself.

At this moment, Wuli, who was standing in front of Sanri Yue Zongjin, seemed to have the same strength as Wuli who was a god judge, but after careful perception, he could find that Wuli in front of them was too young.

The power of Wuli flowing in Fu Sangshen's body is more mellow and vicissitudes than it, like a raging ocean wave being forced to settle down for a long time, even though the bottom of the sea is violent and chaotic, the surface of the sea is still calm and calm.

Mikami Tsukimune narrowed his eyes, agreeing with Tsurumaru Kuninaga's statement.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga said again: "And don't you think it's too contradictory? If you really want to kill us, why should Wuli-kun wait until now?"

When Sanri Yuezong was hesitating, even though Wuli was as ferocious as a ghost, with blue veins popping out of his hand holding a long knife, he did stand still and did not move forward, and his black eyes reflecting fire and blood were not completely Facing their direction, but looking to their side.

He even tilted his ears slightly, as if he was listening.

"Either Wuli-kun ran away with power in his sleep, and we were involved in his dream. Either there was an enemy attack, and Wuli-kun and we both fell into the illusion created by the enemy." Kunianaga Tsurumaru tilted his head. , looked at Sanri Yue Zongjin with a malicious smile: "Choose one, grandpa."

At this moment, Wuli seemed to be irritated by what he heard, the temporary pause just now was broken, he raised the long knife in his hand again, and then slashed in the direction of Fu Sangshen.

The smile on Sanri Yuezong's face faded, and he stared coldly at Wuli.His hand holding the knife trembled, but he gave up resistance.

"I choose……"

The long knife pierced through the air and reached Sanri Yue Zongjin in an instant.

And he didn't blink, and responded calmly: "Trust your own judgment."

"Shh!"

The long knife fell.

Inside the castle tower, Wu Li, who was sleeping in a formal and upright posture like a corpse, opened his eyes quickly, got up instantly and made a defensive gesture, his eyes were like sharp swords.

The next moment, the transparent monster shattered in the courtyard, and turned into "Qi" and flowed back to Wuli's body.

The fusangshen and cursed beings engulfed by the giant beast only felt a flash in front of their eyes, and when they regained their composure, it was the familiar courtyard again.

Sanri Yue Zongjin raised his head, facing Shang Wuli's gaze looking down from the window of the castle tower.

"Yo, Mr. Wuli." At the moment when their eyes met, Sanri Yuezong saw clearly Wuli's cold and dangerous eyes that he had seen for a brief moment in the storm.

He smiled and put the Taidao back into the scabbard in his hand, and raised his hand to greet Wuli: "Have you had a nightmare? Do you want me to sing you a nursery rhyme, grandpa, to lull you to sleep?"

Wuli looked at the vigilance of the Fusangshen in the courtyard and the knives in their hands, and guessed the reason why he suddenly woke up in his sleep.

A refreshing breeze blew, Wuli's long black hair fluttered behind him with the wind, he gathered up the nightgown that had just been loosened with the movement, and covered his strong chest covered with hideous scars again: "Good morning."

"It seems that everyone has no plans to go back to sleep, so, do you want to have breakfast?"

Wuli's sharp eyebrows and eyes did not fluctuate, and his tone of voice was calm and familiar to Fu Sangshen, as if he was indifferent to anyone and anything.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga looked at it carefully, then smiled and breathed a sigh of relief, and put the sword in his hand back into the scabbard: "Can I change to another dish? The omelet rice made by Wuli-kun is really bad."

Wuli turned around and was about to walk towards the kitchen, but his figure gradually disappeared from the window of the castle tower: "Tsurumaru, don't be picky eaters."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who had failed to protest again, pursed his lips, and finally found the energy to comfort the tear-eyed Tsurumaru on the top of his hair.

At this time, the sky has turned white, and under the light blue sky, birds are singing and chirping.

The slightly cool wind poured into the room along the wide-open windows, "crash" flipped through the notebook on the desk, and landed on the last page.

The yellowed pages trembled in the wind.

[Common Calendar 2018.4.5.

was robbed. ]

The sharpness of the pen penetrates the back of the paper.

·

After breakfast, Wuli sat on the wooden corridor with a calm face, flipping through the waka collection recommended to him by the singer Kanae.According to Kasen Kanesada, elegant literati love this book, and this waka collection is indispensable in the study of elderly nobles.

But Wuli looked at the famous waka that was said to have been handed down for hundreds of years, and his expression became more and more indifferent.He knows every word, but he doesn't know what it means when they are connected together. If it wasn't for Kasen Kanesada's strong recommendation, he would even think that the author of Waka is illiterate.

Well, not as good as the teacher's waka.

Wuli nodded, convinced.

There was a slight sound of wooden pallets being placed in the corridor.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga placed the tray with two servings of tea and refreshments beside Wuli, and then sat down cross-legged himself, shaking his robes so that Crane Ball could comfortably nest among his stacked robes bask in the sun.

"That weird experience in the early morning, I saw that it wasn't Gori-kun." Although it was a question, Tsurumaru Kuninaga used a narrative tone as if he was sure of the truth.

"I'm curious, did I step into Wuli Jun's dream by accident? If that's the case, then why can we get out?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga picked up the teacup and asked casually: "As compensation for scaring Crane Ball, isn't Wuli-kun, the culprit, going to explain to me?"

——Because when the knife fell, there was a real resistance that should not appear in the dream.

Wu Li calmly turned a page of the waka collection, but did not speak.

The battles he has experienced can't even be counted by himself, but the muscle memory and reactions formed in the battles are deeply imprinted in his body and spirit.The state of being on guard all the time made him never really relax his vigilance even in his sleep.

Therefore, when the long knife met the resistance caused by the real thing, this tiny weirdness made him feel disobedient, and he woke up instantly.

"So, it is indeed a dream, right?" Tsurumaru Kuninaga tilted his head, and he knew the truth from Wuli's reaction: "But this made me even more curious, as a newcomer who was not valued, Wuli joined the job. Jun, even the combat team can belittle you, which shows that the government of the time doesn't think you need to be taken seriously."

"But such a newcomer who is despised and bullied has such a horrible scene in a very private dream. Why?"

Wuli's eyelashes trembled, and he finally raised his eyes to look at Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

Those black eyes were like the calm and calm ice-cold sea under the night sky.

"Don't look at me like that, Gori-kun, it will make me think you're thinking about killing me." Tsurumaru Kuninaga smiled half-jokingly.

Then, as if changing the subject, he said again: "Does Wuli-kun know that Bing 000 Honmaru is not only the first Honmaru of the C series, but also the basis for the existence of all C series Honwans. It can be said that the government of the time does not value it. However, From the first God Judge 20 years ago to the present, before Wuli-kun entered the position, Honmaru had a total of 31 God Judges, and 31 God Judges died."

"But even if this is the case, among the god judges I have met, there is no one like Mr. Wuli." Tsurumaru Kunianaga looked sideways at Wuli, and after a while, he spit out the conclusion: "Like a trapped beast wrapped in mist."

Wuli's eyes fluctuated.

"I don't think Mr. Wuli just had a nightmare." The pure white crane propped his cheeks, tilted his head and smiled innocently: "So, what is that?——Tell me such an interesting thing."

The courtyard suddenly fell silent, and even the cursers winked and didn't make any sound.

It took a full quarter of an hour for Wuli to look away from the face of Tsurumaru Kuninaga who was about to freeze from laughing: "Well, it's not a nightmare."

"It's just the fusion of old memories and the power leaked in sleep." Wuli lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the waka collection in his hand, with a calm tone as if he was just talking about an ordinary thing.

[Don't speak lightly of the coldness of the world just because you haven't waited for the sun to warm up. 】

In the afternoon when the sun filled the room, the man put the brush on the pen holder, and then gently placed the rice paper with wet ink on the head of the sulking boy next to him.

The boy froze for a moment before grabbing the rice paper from the top of his head.

[I don't want this, I don't understand. 】The boy muffled: 【I only want the teacher. 】

The man stood up with a smile, raised his hand and put the hat on top of his head; [Xiao Li, the teacher is just going to work. After the task is completed, the teacher will go home. 】

The young man looked at the man stubbornly, his eyes blushing expressionlessly.

Surprised, the man bent down helplessly, ruffling the boy's black hair gently and pamperingly; [Teacher assures you, it's just a short farewell. 】

[As long as Xiaoli still needs a teacher, no matter how far away, the teacher will rush back. 】

……

But many years later, the young man waited alone in the courtyard, the light in his eyes was flickering, but he still couldn't wait for his teacher.

His teacher never came home again.