Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

"This is……"

Yuan Zhongguang's pupils constricted, staring at the lone dagger on the ground, without moving for a long time.

what just happened?

What about drug research?

"Your Highness."

The boy's slightly deep and magnetic voice sounded, with a familiar hoarse ending.

Yuan Shigemitsu raised his head in a trance, pushing aside the crowd and walking towards him. The boy Fu Sangshen had short black hair, bright vine purple eyes, fair skin, slender and straight legs wrapped in military shorts, and a slender face. Consistently mature and steady.

"Your Highness."

He walked up to Yuan Zhongguang, knelt down on one knee, and looked up at the face he hadn't seen for many years, the soft emotion in his eyes seemed to be gushing out.

——"Your Highness, I am here."

He looked into those black eyes, watching the emotions change, from bewilderment to doubt to certainty to surprise——

no no no no no no...

Yaken's sharp purple eyes are full of fear, don't look at me like this——

In those deep black pupils, what finally settled down was cold questioning.

All the strength in Yaoken's body was exhausted, he was a child who grew up on the battlefield, even in the face of powerful enemies, he would never back down, he had never been afraid.

But here he was afraid.

His Highness, whom he admired, loved, attached to, and pursued the most, looked at him with the most unbearable eyes. He curled up uncomfortably, kneeling on the ground, trying to get close to Yuan Shigemitsu: "Your Highness, I am Yaoken." ...Your Yaken Toshiro..."

Yuan Shigemitsu deftly avoided his outstretched hand, bent down to pick up the short knife that had fallen to the ground, and unswervingly penetrated into it with spiritual power, without any surprise, it was empty.

He clenched the dagger tightly, and shot his sharp eyes at that Zhenyao Kentoshiro who was still kneeling on the ground.

Although they have the exact same face and the same voice, but, yes, no, no!

He knew very clearly that Yaken Fujishiro, who accompanied him with Nazhen, loved him wholeheartedly, and devoted himself devoutly, had disappeared, died, or disappeared.

This one, which suddenly appeared, was nothing more than a similar replica.

Yao Yan tried his best to restrain the trembling of his body: "Your Highness! That's me! It's me in the past, it's just that time doesn't allow us to exist at the same time, we are the same!"

Yuan Shigemitsu finally cast his gaze on him, squinting his narrow eyes: "You mean, you are the future drug researcher?"

Yao Yan nodded as if grabbing a life-saving straw. In his expectant eyes, the god-like beautiful existence hooked his beautiful lips, and carelessly raised his slender eyelashes with splashed ink, showing an expression that could almost be called gentle and sweet: "Then Just, please leave and return my medicine research."

The hearts of all present were chilled, for such a sincere pleading, such a cold answer.

The smile in Yuan Zhongguang's eyes disappeared, what about the past and the future, in this Yaoyan, he couldn't feel any trace of his spiritual power at all.

He wants undivided loyalty and love, and if Yaoyan has given it to him, then he will only recognize that Yaoyan, and this is his reward.

Yuan Shigemitsu held a dagger, got up and saw the new Hirano Maeda standing not far away, looking at him like a restless little animal.

He froze for a moment, then nodded politely.

These two vibrating daggers have not paid like Yaoken, so Yuan Shigemitsu will not treat them so harshly.

Mustache has been standing on the sidelines watching silently, and when Yiqi Yizhen tried to step forward to rescue his younger brother, he stopped him without a trace.

A scarlet smile slowly stained the amber eyes, and he licked his lips, revealing a sharp canine tooth.

Ah, the Patriarch is still like this... longing for love with all his heart, being selfish, self-willed, and greedily grabbing everything he can, like a child...

What a pity, Patriarch...

He suppressed his beating heart and lowered his head slightly to prevent others from seeing the change in his eyes.

Such a Patriarch must be tightly, tightly grasped...

Yuan Zhongguang took the short knife from Bao Ding's hand, touched the head of the crying little knife, and shot a corner with cold eyes: "Come out, I have already smelled the stench on your body."

San Riyue quickly drew her sword and looked there, seeing the darkness.

There was a rustling sound, and the long hair slid out. The young man held a knife in one hand, with a bewitching scarlet at the end of his eyes, and the purple clothes were inlaid with delicate white embroidery, which was now completely black. Wearing extremely long Buddhist beads, the ominous color makes one's heart sink.

Count the beads for a constant number of times.

Sanriyue frowned, accidentally forgot him...

When they were in Honmaru, Shuzhuwan's body knife was locked by them, but after the master summoned him, Fu Sangshen reappeared after merging with the body, and it was too late to disarm.

Even though the Zhenfo Knife fell in the dark, it still looks like a graceful lotus flower blooming in front of the Buddha, overlooking the world with compassion.

A black lotus.

"Are you... not dead yet?"

A hoarse voice resounded, Hidekiri raised his brows high, and slowly stepped forward, pulling out the knife with the hand on his waist: "Shuzumaruden, such words are not very respectful."

Minato Shigemitsu didn't know him, or to be precise, he didn't know any of them, but the attitude of these Fusangshen towards him and the scene made him feel an inexplicable guilty conscience. Why is he guilty?Should he know them?

Or was he, he already knew them, but he... forgot?

Anyway, what he asked was very interesting.

Yuan Zhongguang narrowed his eyes: "Why, you want me to die?"

As he asked, he walked over there.

"Your Highness!" Yaken, who was still kneeling, immediately reached out to stop him, Yuan Shigemitsu walked around him without hesitation, the outstretched hand froze into a stiff and twisted posture in the air, what the fingertips touched belonged to the clothes The soft touch was quickly engulfed by the icy air.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

Minato Shigemitsu didn't hear the young man's murmur to himself like weeping, nor did he pay attention to the complicated look in his eyes, he just walked in his direction resolutely.

"You deserve to die."

The quiet and blooming lotus whispered softly, his eyes were closed all the time, and the plain white face facing this side was vaguely sad.

"After suffering so much, only death can give you eternal peace."

Yuan Zhongguang paused, and the expression on his face changed: "What do you know?"

Shuzhuwan answered irrelevant questions quietly: "I can always see the desires buried in others' hearts, see their longings, and empathize with their suffering. Then I closed my eyes, what I saw in my eyes was not as good as what I saw in my heart, until that day I saw you--"

There was a tone of admiration in his tone: "You are the most beautiful existence I have ever seen - your heart is an abyss, an abyss frozen for thousands of miles, an abyss that has been silent for thousands of years." He raised his face slightly , the moonlight sprinkled on his plain white face, like soft petals hanging from a lotus flower in front of Buddha, but he is not a petal, he is a knife with the sharpest corners, "Under your abyss is buried a blazing flame, revenge The flame, the flame that has kept you through the millennia—”

He didn't see the shocked expressions of Sankaiyue and Higakiri, and said slowly: "Isn't it better to end this pain sooner?"

As his words trickled out, Yuan Shigemitsu's footsteps became faster and faster, he lowered his head, the haori's hood had long been taken off, his long hair was loose and hanging behind his back, he shook his hands Taidao, it is Taidao and Tsurumaru Kuninaga of the Osafune faction—no one knows when he snatched his body from Tsurumaru.

The snow-white feather weave unfurled in the wind, the double knives slashed obliquely, staggered up and down, sealing off all retreats of Shuzhuwan, the grace and elegance of the Heian era merged with the beacon fire blood of the Warring States period, the ice flowers full of poison bloomed, and the long hair like crow feathers The half of his side face revealed in the inside is extremely pale and extremely beautiful, and his facial features are full of murderous intent, which coats his gorgeous face with a layer of chilling glamor like a blade.

He is so beautiful, like a collection of all the concepts of beauty in the world, rushing into everyone's heart, leaving his mark forcefully.

Fu Sangshen present was stunned.

The fallen gods are in the darkness, longing for the light, and the human being in front of them is the perfect combination of darkness and light, his beauty is full of the temptation of death.

"what--"

"Such--"

"This is--"

The gods raised their hands, stretched their fingers at the human, and clenched—

The clear pupils were blood-red.

Mine, mine.

our.

****

The cold knife was clamped around Shuzhuwan's neck, and the Zhenfo knife didn't move, as if he didn't care at all.

"How did you know."

An extremely low inquiry, as low as a whisper.

Shuzhuwan was as quiet as ever, as if he wasn't the one who fell in the dark: "You can't see with your eyes, but you can see with your heart."

He didn't open his eyes, but Yuan Shigemitsu had a feeling, the feeling of being watched.

"Wouldn't it be nice to end this pain?"

Asked very seriously, Yuan Shigemitsu looked like a dragon whose scales had been touched. In an instant, that kind of elegance and calmness faded from him, and his long and narrow eyes turned red with anger: "Pain? I Such pain! I want revenge on them! What tranquility, that is the choice of cowards to escape from reality! If they dare to treat me like that, I will let them go to hell with me!"

"Even if it's climbing, I'll stab the knife into their hearts!"

He spoke word by word, as if he was chewing the flesh and blood of those people between his teeth. His cold tone was like a demon crawling out of a swamp, declaring revenge. No one dared to doubt his determination.

"Excuse me," a hoarse voice sounded behind him, "have you held a coming-of-age ceremony?"

Minato Shigemitsu turned his head slightly, and saw the gorgeous young man.

San Riyue's hand holding the knife trembled uncontrollably, he held his breath and waited for an answer, even though that answer might linger him, and might leave him bruised.

He sincerely hoped that he would not get such an answer, and he begged the gods all over the sky - if the gods would respond to such a corrupt, filthy existence like him, he would give everything, he would give everything in exchange for the one he cherished to have a Calm the past.

He knew that Sanri Yue Zongjin's vibrating sword was forged as a coming-of-age gift from Prince Changping, and he was the first person he saw after he transformed into a human form. However, he never thought about why the newly forged sword would There are Fusangshen.

He thought of Yuko chatting with others, lamenting that His Royal Highness seemed to have grown up overnight; he remembered his expression of no surprise when he first saw Fu Sangshen; he remembered his expression of no surprise when he died; With a bloody smile, thinking of the huge spiritual power in his body, it rolled up a vortex and a storm, and threw him away from him...

He thought that his master was thrown to this time by spiritual power just like him in that accident, and was picked up by accident, but... what if it wasn't?

If he had known such an ending long ago, if he had known his own death and faced it calmly...

What if he didn't come here by accident, but... was thrown there on a mission after a long ordeal?

He knew that the current lord had lost a lot of memory, and he didn't even know him anymore. Did he go back to the beginning?

So, have you ever thrown a bar mitzvah?Have you ever received Nashina Tsukimune?Is it as I imagined, living a happy life all the time, until finally falling off the cliff and ending my life?

Yuan Shigemitsu looked at the almost hopeless expectation on his face, his indifferent words paused for some reason, and finally said: "No."

Yes, not at all.

I haven't held a coming-of-age ceremony, I haven't lived such a happy life, I haven't reached the end of my life as smoothly as you thought, and I didn't come here by accident.

Everything is an episode in his gloomy struggling life.

"yes……"

San Riyue got the expected answer, but didn't feel any more pain. He touched his chest, but felt nothing.

At this time, you have not held a coming-of-age ceremony, that is to say, before that day, have you already left that time and space?

So, in these thousands of years of wandering, have you been tired, have you been injured, have you ever felt lonely, is there someone to add clothes for you when you are cold, is there someone to bring you water when you are thirsty?

you……

Are you yearning for an ordinary life?

Sanriyue bent down slowly, as if in extreme pain, and let out a low gasp.

Hearing their question and answer, Mustache felt a moment of confusion in his eyes, then he seemed to understand something, his pupils widened in fear, and his fair skin paled: "Patriarch?"

The most honorable patriarch of our Genji, the patriarch who is held in the palm of his hand and serves piously——

"Who is it?" The voice was extremely soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Who gave you such pain, gave you such nightmare humiliation?

Who... dares to treat someone I love so much...

****

Yuan Zhongguang looked at their distorted faces in pain, and suddenly felt agitated in his heart. He didn't know them at all. What's the matter with such eyes?He doesn't need pity, sympathy, this disgusting feeling...

Shu Zhuwan, who was very close to him, seemed to understand his doubts, and also seemed to have figured out something: "Do you really yearn for revenge? That will make you sink into darkness forever."

His question was exchanged for a cold look: "It's not your turn to question my decision."

Shuzhuwan murmured something, and even smiled: "It turns out that I have lost my face." He always thought that his tragedy was fate, he tried to tolerate, and even kept torturing his heart until he became less like himself .

But in front of this straightforward human being, he suddenly realized, where is his fault?This is obviously the greed of the human heart, the evil thoughts of the human heart... It is the evil deeds of the hypocrites who desire to blaspheme, and it is he who keeps giving in—

The Buddha cut meat to feed the eagles, and he also killed and proved the Tao.

"Thank you for your guidance. As a reward, please let me pick up the past for you."

Before he finished speaking, Shu Zhuwan pursed his lips and smiled slightly, his slender white fingers touched Yuan Zhongguang's chin, regardless of the sword resting on his neck, he leaned over to stick his soft lips.

Minato Shigemitsu's eyes widened suddenly, and Sankazuki and Higakiri rushed over with a touch of their feet, and Yaken, who was still kneeling, jumped up and drew out a dagger with a murderous face, Nagasebe's hair It almost exploded: "Ah, ah, you rude person! Let go of the Lord!"

The soft lips were parted, the moist tip of the tongue nimbly penetrated into it, and the clear air trickled out, forcing the correction of the darkness on his surface, the ink-colored hair ends gradually became frosty white, and the embroidery on the sleeves returned to plain. The white and black lotus wrapped in white is like a god stepping down from the throne and kissing devout believers.

Fu Sangshen is at the bottom of the gods, but he is a god after all. It is really easy to use air to hide his fall. In fact, the most common use of air is to hide from the gods.

After learning the name of the human being, infect him with aura and bring him into the eternal kingdom of God.

The bright red in the corners of Shu Zhuwan's eyes slightly raised, his clear eyes casually glanced at the several companions rushing over, and he pulled out a sly smile full of darkness.

The surrounding temperature is rising, but it is not uncomfortable. It is so soft that it can melt the bones and flesh. Yuan Shigemitsu resists such untimely comfort rationally, but there is a small voice in his heart bewitching him: Why resist? Woolen cloth?How comfortable... just sleep, just sleep, just a little...

just sleep for a while...

He seemed to let go of something, and then fell into a softer place, with the aroma of lotus flower quietly enveloping, it was a very comfortable smell.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw water all over the ground.

This place is like a huge lake with no end in sight. There are clusters of snow-white lotuses connected to the sky. There are tall reeds beside the lake. He is standing in the center of the lake, with crystal clear water under his feet.

Where is this...why is he here?

He... who is he?

This feeling of forgetting everything was vaguely familiar, as if it had happened once before, but he didn't remember it.

Suddenly a wind blew through this empty and quiet space. He stood there, and at some point there was a tall and thin young man beside him. His long hair fell to the edge of the water, causing small ripples.

"Let's go."

The young man was twisting a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and without looking at him, a lotus flower quietly bloomed, its slender stamens swaying tremblingly, the young man bent down to hold the lotus flower, and handed it to him behind him.

He stretched out his hand to take the lotus inexplicably, a violent dizziness hit him, and a grand picture swept across the water.

From the golden pastel painting of Heian-kyo to the clear and bright moon in the sky;

In the plain white vase on the table, a branch of curvy plum blossoms blooms;

The twelve maids knelt down to salute him, and the screen behind them was covered with large blooming flowers;

The uninvited guest in the silent night, the cold tone, and the classic and luxurious bedroom turned into a pale cage;

Countless instruments buzzed eagerly to swallow him up, bright red blood flowed in the transparent tube, it was so cold, so painful...

That kind of coldness, that kind of pain, clamored in his bones for him to tear the world apart, and his hand holding the lotus began to tremble, not knowing whether it was because of fear or anger.

Countless swords stand in front of him, and the metal's cold air unscrupulously releases the murderous aura of keeping strangers away from him. Someone behind him pushes him, and pushes him in front of the snow-white sword, Someone violently grabbed his wrist and slashed at the sharp blade, bright red blood gushed out one after another, submerging the Shintachi with huge spiritual power.

He twitched and struggled, his eyes turned gray and black, and the people around him admired the powerful spiritual power, until the red color swallowed the last trace of the white blade, he heard soft whispers echoing in his ears, he couldn't make out what he said , the eyes are full of swords and swords, all with white blades and cold blades...

The lotus flower suddenly dropped a petal.

In the courtyard of eternal silence, the appearance of cherry blossoms in full bloom is fixed at a certain moment. The sliding door of the tea room is half open;

He traveled every inch of land, measuring the boundless years with his feet;

He looked at the vermilion covered bridge covered with withered yellow leaves, the fish and lotus in the pond withered and died one after another, the paper covering on the sliding door of the tea room was yellow and broken, and the grass and small bamboos grew wildly on the white sand and gravel in the atrium;

Then one day, he returned to the place where it all started, and got a crescent moon-like Taidao;

Time passed on this person who had long been abandoned by him. The young man with a soft smile lifted the bottle and poured him a glass of sake. The sun was dancing on his platinum-blond hair. In the courtyard, the young man dressed similarly to him was practicing seriously. fencing;

After the yellow sand arrows passed, his eyes were full of blood, and he returned to the cherry blossom tree. The young man with vine purple eyes knelt in front of him, and the handsome young man looked at him with his eyes bent, and the crescent moon was shining in his eyes;

Then there is the blade that breaks the heart, the fireworks of the Warring States period stretch for thousands of miles, the young man with water-colored long hair appears in the drizzle, laying out the palace of camellia and gold...

The lotus flower turned into a light spot and disappeared without a sound. He stood there, and a young man with long hair approached him, with a smile that was almost pity on his lips, and his slender and cold fingers covered his eyes: "Shhh - going back soon..."

The raging water of the lake engulfed his voice and shadow, and the sound of the water fell to the ground, and everything returned to its original silence and emptiness, with only one figure left in the sky and the earth.

Shuzhuwan looked down at the lotus petal that fell into the water, the thousands of years of time solidified into a flame under the abyss, what a soul that is so beautiful...

Want to grab, grab—

Grab him and claim him.

Her thin lips were pursed, revealing a faint and pitiful smile.

****

From the eyes of the people outside, it was the God Judge who suddenly fell into a coma, and Suzumaru lightly caught the two-strike Taidao, and then the warm body was held in his arms by Hikakiri, avoiding Suzumaru's sight.

Sanriyue frowned, and asked with a formulaic smile: "Shuzhu Wandian, the lord is weak, and it is really not suitable for him to stay in the Kingdom of God for a long time. Can you return the lord?"

His tone was extremely polite, but everyone knew that he only wanted to hear an answer to such a question.

Suzumaru looked at the unconscious human being from a distance, Hikakiri, who never cared about anything, was looking anxiously at the person in his arms, and even the other Fusangshen, who had always been neutral, surrounded him, their eyes stopped involuntarily. dwell on him.

This kind of charm is really scary. If you want to win it, it will be very difficult, right?

Shuzhuwan thought so, and looked up at Sanriyue: "Don't worry, he will wake up soon. Compared with this, do you want to know what I saw in his memory?"

The author has something to say: As I was writing, a word suddenly popped up in my mind: black heart and white lotus.Hahahahahaha and then I laughed like crazy hahahaha the real black heart white lotus hahahahahaha

Counting Beads: ...

explain!Am I rough today!Long or not!

Thank you little angels for mines and nutrient solution! !Sanming said he can't belly dance, so I decided to let mustache

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