[Comprehensive] The cat demon judge of grandpa's house

The plum tree in front of the house is dotted with red on the branches, and the wind blows, scattering a few cinnabar.

A faint fragrance of Buddha wafts out from the house, fascinating the souls of passers-by.A twig of evening mist fell into the cup with a breath of blessing, and what caught the eye was the vicissitudes of the years.

Jiang Xue was sitting on the futon, looking at the vermilion on the plum tree, countless memories of the past drifted through her mind, and finally turned into a soft sigh.

The sword is an inescapable fate.

His slender fingers caressed the body on the knife holder, closed his eyes, and the figures of his younger brothers flashed in front of his eyes. Remembering the command of the lord, he sighed leisurely and floated out of the room, lightly, and was finally captured by the god judge.

"Are you thinking about life?" An immature voice sounded from the side, Jiang Xue Zuowen stretched out her hand to hold the body vigilantly, and remembered that the only woman in the whole homimura was the God Judge, she withdrew her hand again, sat upright, and bent over to say hello:

"Lord."

Keiko Miyamoto withdrew her playful heart in a rare way. In front of this sword full of depression and grief, she put away her laughing expression. At that moment, she was not a playful child.It was the noble and elegant Ms. Miyamoto.

The folding fan in her hand fanned lightly, and the corners of her mouth raised a standard arc. She smiled lightly and said calmly, "What is Jiang Xuejun thinking about?" Without waiting for the other party to answer, she asked leisurely, "What are you still worrying about?"

With the folding fan closed, he pointed to the cherry blossom tree on the hillside in the distance, and the plum blossom tree in front of the house, "Jiang Xuejun, do you like these flowers and plants? We know that their life and death are just the cycle of life, just the ebb and flow of the tide."

Jiang Xue raised her eyes and glanced at the left text, then nodded slowly, "Everything in the world has its destiny of existence and death."

"So..." Miyamoto Keiko nodded her lips with her folding fan, and her pink lips made her face more delicate and beautiful, "What are you worrying about?"

Jiang Xue narrowed her eyes on the left words, but did not reply.

Miyamoto Keiko was not annoyed, and after a pause for a few seconds, he spoke again: "Since everything in the world has its own destiny, and I am not the same, why should you hate yourself?"

"Dirty... Stained with blood and human life, the entangled thread of fate, the karma of life and death has never been repaid." Jiang Xuezuo bowed his head lightly, his eyes gliding over the body. Although it was clean as before, he seemed to see the stained red. The sharp blade and bright flame devoured him, pulling him into the vortex.

"Haha..." Huizi Miyamoto couldn't help laughing, and then withdrew her smile. Facing Jiang Xuezuo's puzzled eyes, she opened her folding fan to block his gaze from looking at the main body, "You, it was just a moment before." A sword, a sword is neither good nor bad, the key lies in the user," she stroked the pure white and orange sword behind her with her fingers, "whether the crime or not is already borne by your users, if you are a sinful body , why Cheng Fusangshen?"

Jiang Xue left the text and glanced at the sword behind Keiko Miyamoto, unavoidably a little surprised: "This is... Tsurumaru Kuninaga?"

"Yes, the second Tsurumaru Kuninaga, but...I plan to use it as a saber, isn't it pretty good?" Miyamoto Keiko nodded and replied, "A sword is just a tool before you become a god. Even if you Being conscious doesn't change the fact that you can't control yourself."

She stretched out her fingers forward, straightened her upper body, and reluctantly touched Jiang Xuezuo's head, "Don't think too much, you are just too gentle. Always attribute everything to yourself, and you will bear so much. Sadness and depression. I like you very much. Although my heart is full of aversion to war, I like you to go out to kill the enemy seriously. At that time, you who were heroic and decisive with a knife belonged to your original heart. As the heart of the sword."

She withdrew her hand, sat back to her original position, and looked at the incense burner, "You can believe in anything, if it can make you feel peaceful and peaceful, then it is good, I only hope that my sword will not You will be troubled by the past, you will not be buried by the present, and you will not be bound by the future. You are not the only melancholy in this world, and there is absolutely no problem if you lack one."

She raised her hand, picked up Tsurumaru Kuninaga, stood up and said with a smile: "I am a fun judge, my world is not limited to this Honmaru, if you want to go out with me to taste the various aspects of life, then first put yourself Remove the shackles on your body!"

She said, turned and went out, and when she walked to the aisle, she looked up at the plum blossoms on the tree, "The plum blossoms are so splendid, why don't you take a look with your younger brothers?" She left without looking back.

Jiang Xue sat there in Zuowen, silent for a long time.

Zong San Zuowenwen came with tea, looked at the figure of the lord going away in front of him, and looked at his elder brother who was sitting in the room thinking about something, turned around and entered the room, even put the tea in front of Jiang Xuezuowenwen, put it lightly The voice asked, "Brother?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was regarded as a saber by the lord, flashed in front of Jiang Xue's left text. He took a sip of tea, picked up the tablet beside him, and opened the page. The pop-up message was in the center of the screen, and the red font was very eye-catching:

#My lord treats the other me as a sword, how can I save the other me QAQ#

Thinking of Tsurumaru Kuninaga's sad expression, he couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

"Brother?" Zong San Zuowen was puzzled, but he couldn't get an answer.

The plum blossoms are scattered on the branches, falling together, and the wounds that bloomed on the branches on that day of that year...

The author has something to say:

As soon as I wrote about Jiang Xue, I couldn't help writing QAQ with such a literary style that didn't fit my style