Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

"...It was born at the end of the eleventh century, so it is no problem to be called the old man hahaha, huh? Master? Master?"

The call in his ear was far and near, and he suddenly came back to his senses. The man kneeling in front of him was beautiful, like the moon in the sky, and he was dressed in dark clothes with big sleeves, and he had a natural bearing.

This is... He was a little confused about what was going on with him, as if his body instinctively responded: "I am Masakura the God Judge, please give me your advice in the future."

Mazakura?What Mazakura?The person who blurted out this sentence was stunned, his name is Masakura?Isn't that a woman's name?Oh no, compared to the name or something... He always thinks he should be a man...

He searched for what he had just heard with some uncertainty, and pulled out the man's name: "San Ri Yue... Zong Jin?"

With a slight smile, Fu Sangshen tilted his head: "Huh?"

——It’s really a confused master. It’s true that he has a good temperament. People can’t help but think of the era when he was born. He was born with infinite elegance. Is it Ji Jun from an ancient family?I can't help but want to get closer...

This kind of experience has never happened before, and Sanriyue didn't hide her closeness to the new owner, and said openly: "The first time I saw you, I liked you very much."

--Eh? !The judge was taken aback, then met the young man in front of him and continued: "This kind of emotion... can it be called love at first sight?"

……what? !

Now even his calm and composed demeanor couldn't conceal his sluggish expression.

San Riyue smiled in a good mood: "Yeah, that's it, the lord can think about me."

The judge who was sitting there was left with a shocked face and watched San Riyue leave.

****

The body that had lost its breath was held in the arms of a beautiful young man, the bright moon in the sky stared at the person in his arms, and the big blue sleeves were covered with mottled and dripping blood.He hugged his lover and stroked his hair gently, his gestures were soft and gentle, as if he was doing makeup and hair for a newlywed.If one ignores the hidden fear on the pale and rigid face of the corpse, it is really a wonderful scene.

"Oh," he exclaimed softly, the scene in front of him shattered like a smooth mirror, and the ground under his feet fell silently, revealing the dark abyss below. On the darkness of a thing, it seems to be suspended here, and there is an unconcealed curiosity about the surrounding environment.

Then, as he casually turned his head to look around, the corpse he was holding also burst open.The soft skin of the human body is like a solid plane, with tiny gaps spreading out, winding from the forehead down to the neckline. This scene is not only terrifying, but also a bit disgusting.

San Riyue looked at this change, her expression fluctuated, and finally she turned into a look of regret. As soon as she let go of her hand, the person in her hand fell lightly into the darkness and was silently swallowed.

"A mirror?"

He muttered to himself.

Fu Sangshen, covered in blood, was walking slowly in the darkness, with a star point flickering faintly in front of him, and the laughter of a child was very clear in this quiet space.

San Riyue thought for a while, then walked over there, the moon shadows flickered in her magnificent eyes, her toes stepped on hopeless black, her sleeves fluttered like clouds, and the ends of her dark blue hair had an intoxicating light , he is elegant and cold like the bright moon descending from the sky, and the long time has poured out his beauty like a long scroll, infiltrating the gentle and harmless tranquility that has gone through thousands of sails without being surprised.

I also want to know that in the face of such a stranger, no one's first reaction will be negative.

So when the children playing in the courtyard saw the sudden appearance of Sankaiyue, he was not afraid at all. He was still holding a takraw ball covered with brightly colored tassels in his arms, and his big black eyes were staring straight at the beautiful Fu Depressed, she asked him sweetly, "Big Brother, who are you?"

His words are full of unconscious intimacy. Although he has been warned many times by the maids, if he meets someone he doesn't know, he must yell to attract the guards, but such a good-looking person is definitely not Bad guy.

The child used his own logic to find a reason for concealing the report, and thought of grabbing the corner of the big brother's clothes to talk to him with peace of mind, and was shocked by the blood all over his body in the next second: "This is... what is it? ?”

The pampered child has never seen such a tragic scene, and the people around him will not allow him to see such a scene. The blood in his impression is just a little bright red that accidentally flowed out when the maids embroidered, falling on the white silk and satin Just like a plum in bud, slightly changed by the dexterous maids, it is a beautiful pattern.

San Riyue looked down at this child who was only five or six years old, looked at the slightly rounded eyes, and looked at the exquisite little clothes, and a certain guess in her heart gradually emerged.So he squatted down, with a gentle and harmless smile on his face: "Ah, my name is Sanriyue, and I accidentally lost my way."

The child blinked his big bright eyes, opened his round hands with five small pits, and said happily to Sanriyue, "Hold me! I will show you the way! I know everyone here!" His eyes were full of childishness. Complacent, she looked at Sanriyue shiningly, full of pride of "come and praise me, come and praise me".

Sanriyue subconsciously stretched out her hand to hug him, but halfway through it she remembered something, her long and slender hand froze in the middle, in a lonely and graceful posture.

Then he withdrew his hand in the child's expectant and then disappointed eyes: "Then please ask the young master to lead the grandfather to find the way."

The hopeful child suddenly became unhappy, and looked at Sanriyue angrily, expressing the emotion of "I'll give you another chance to repent", but after being ignored by Sanriyue, he became even angrier, and even the vine that fell at his feet just now He didn't want the ball anymore, turned his head and walked away angrily.

Sanriyue squatted on the spot, looked down at the large bloodstains pouring down on her body, and sighed: "It's really inconvenient..." He slowly stood up, staring at the back of the child who left, "This time, it's from the child when he was young." Master? Really..."

That's amazing, are you sure he can't do it?

He really couldn't do it.

Just think that this is the childhood of the person he loves, this is the past without his participation, looking at those clear eyes, he can't do anything no matter what.

Even if it's a monster that changes...then it has to be completely the same for him, otherwise, he will be very, very disappointed.

Sanriyue narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a warm and harmless smile.

****

The sky was a bit dry and light gray, and the young man in a white sheet staggered into a door while leaning on the wall. The people inside the door were startled, and quickly surrounded him when they saw this scene: "Shanbama cut the temple?!"

"How are you? There's a lot of blood... Where's Brother Yaoyan?"

"Maeda went to look for it, where is the gauze that Yaoken put?"

"I'll look for it."

A group of children moved in a hurry, and the blood-covered young man moved his lips, desperately trying to say something, but he couldn't make a sound at all.

There was a huge wound from his chest to his side abdomen. The flesh and blood were turned out, and the bones and even the internal organs could be seen inside. The gurgling blood overflowed like a fountain, staining the gauze brought by the small knives red.

"This time... what is it this time..." Ranto Shiro, who was holding the blood-stained dirty gauze, trembled his lips, with anger and helplessness in his eyes, "Is it, what kind of experiment again?"

experiment.

As soon as the word was uttered, the busy daggers froze for a moment, as if they had heard some extremely terrifying words, and even the air turned cold.

"Don't talk about it," Atsuto Shiro, with a calm personality, took a roll of dry gauze and tried to stop the bleeding of Yamabuki Kunihiro. His forehead was covered with sweat. He was not good at this, and his hands were covered with hot and humid blood. "Yakuken ?”

"Get out of the way." A clear and cold voice sounded, Hou Teng Shiro quickly let out a sigh of relief, stepped aside, and let a young man in a white coat take his place, "Yakuken, where have you been?"

Tsuneshin of Fujishiro's family didn't have time to answer his question. He pulled up his white gloves, checked the wound Yamabuchi had cut, and then lowered his voice and said hastily: "A new knife has come out of the forge room. The gods didn't come down and buried it under a tree."

His tone was hard and cold, and his speech was fast and soft, like a whisper, but the hearing of the short knives was enough for them to catch any syllable of Yaoken, and he immediately took a breath: "Yaoken?!"

Yaoyan's subordinates were still dealing with emergencies, and they scanned the surrounding area. The brothers' eyes were full of worry, but there was no disapproval.

After a moment of silence, Ranto Shiro said: "That's fine, there shouldn't be any more companions to suffer..." Bitter anger flashed in Zhanlan's eyes.

The god judge...the delicate, beautiful, honorable priestess who takes serving the gods as her own duty, after peeling off her delicate skin, what is revealed underneath is such a dirty and evil greed, and she wants to obtain it through them The power of the gods?

ha!dream!

But in just four months, almost all the swords in this pill have been changed. After entering the room of the God-inspector, they never came out again.

After recovering from massive blood loss, Yamabukari's complexion was as pale as marble, and dry skin appeared on his lips. With some strength, he grasped Yaken's wrist tremblingly, opened his mouth, and squeezed out from the depths of his throat. A little voice: "...one...vibration..."

"What?" Yao Yan was a little startled, doubts were obvious in his clear and hard purple eyes, he leaned close to the wounded man's mouth, and listened to him repeating the syllable persistently: "...a...period..."

Yao Yan was at a loss at first, and then his whole body seemed to be poured with ice water, his back was stiff, and he suddenly turned his head: "Where did you find Yamabashi Kiritou?"

The little dagger with milky white hair hugged the last little tiger, huddled in the corner and looked at this side, said quietly: "We didn't find it, he came by himself." The little dagger who used to shy away sat there gloomyly , as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him, half of his body was hidden in the shadows, and it also covered one eye that was wrapped in bandages.

Shanba slowed down, and her voice became louder: "She... used her words to order us... Phase one..."

His words were intermittent, but Yao Yan was able to piece together most of the content. The other daggers sat there in a daze, and the dagger with long orange hair was the first to react. Grabbing his own body from the ground, he was about to rush out, but he was held down by Hou, holding his younger brother's dagger, and looked at their backbone subconsciously, "Yaoyan?"

The long black-haired Wakizashi silently picked up his body, trembling all over: "I...I'll go, I'll go to Brother Yiqi, you guys, don't come here..." Maeda grabbed his shirt He looked at him nervously and shook his head: "No, no, no! You will be...you will be..."

Cattail wanted to convince them, but his voice was trembling: "It's okay...brother, he's gone...Brother Yiqi can't...can't be gone..."

He was standing when he said this, and looked around. This is the house of Awataguchi. As the family with the largest number of people, this largest house is always lively and lively, with short swords running around. I watched my older brothers acting like a baby, but now, there are only a few of them left here.

If even Brother Yiqi is gone... what will they do?

Cattail bent down and pulled Maeda's hand away. His hand was very cold and hard. Maeda looked at his unusually determined brother and couldn't say a word.

"Stop." Yaoken, who had been silent all this time, said when his hand touched the curtain door.

They all looked over, the black-haired dagger kneeling beside the comatose Shanba had heavy and cold eyes, as if it was filled with ice that would never melt, and there was a blood-stained sharp blade frozen underneath, his back straightened. His straight, thin body seemed to be supported by a piece of steel.

That ice-like gaze was fixed on Cattail, and his tone could not be refuted: "No one is allowed to go."

As he said this, as if he didn't hear what Yamabukiri said just now, he erased the name from his ears, and continued with the unfinished bandage in his hand with a calm and indifferent expression.

His attitude as if nothing had happened stunned the others, and even Wuhu Tui looked at him.

Rantoshiro crawled over tremblingly: "Yakuken, what do you mean Yaken..."

Without saying a word, the black-haired dagger cut the surgical thread with scissors and tied a neat knot.

Hou also looked at him in disbelief: "Yaoken?"

He put gauze on one wound and wrapped it in medical tape.

Rantoshiro pinched his shoulders violently, and pulled the silent elder brother to his face: "That's Brother Yiqi!"

Yaken who was staggered looked at him silently, then pulled some wrinkled clothes, stared at Yamabukiri who was in a coma, his deep voice sounded a little erratic: "It's too late."

He was a little dazed by that glance and sat in a daze, his mind spinning in a daze.Yes, it’s too late, they all know that it’s too late, Yamabukiri and Ichiki-san passed by at the same time, and now the dying Yamabukiri ran out, but the judge didn’t care, just let him run out, why? Woolen cloth……

Isn't it... isn't there already another experimental product...

But, but that was the first issue bro...

Luan didn't know what to say, tears slid down his cheeks, Yao Yan stretched out his sleeve to wipe away the tears rudely, without saying anything.

He is the sub-shin of the Fujishiro family, with a calm personality, Natsuo himself is a child character, and Gu Gu is too silent. When the first phase of Yizhen did not come, the Fujishiro family has always been headed by him, and it can even be said , compared to the gentle and gentle younger brother who can deal with the past by acting like a baby, the majesty of the medicine research who is soft and hard is even better in the short sword.If it is the first issue, they will be soft and hard, and they can always achieve their goals, but if it is Yaoyan who speaks, even if they are not convinced, they will not raise objections.

"Then...then, that's it...don't care about Brother Yiqi..." With tears streaming down his face, he hugged his knees and asked, Yaoyan didn't answer, but just looked up at the catfish tail by the door.

The long-haired Wakizashi froze by the door, and after a while, lowered his head and slowly backed away.

Yaoyan sorted out the things at hand, his steady hand trembled imperceptibly, he stared blankly at his hand for a while, held his right hand with his left hand, and closed the box nonchalantly: "Shen judges prefer to use Odachi and Taidao with powerful spiritual power, the rarer the better, now there is only Mikazuki left in the Honmaru, Shujumaru Temple—who?"

He yelled sharply, the ending was almost out of tune, and he took out his sheath and stabbed towards the door.

"It's me." The voice belonging to the most beautiful blade in the world is very recognizable. Yaken's knife pierced the covering paper of the curtain door, and stopped a few inches away from him. The dagger's amethyst-like eyes were unpredictable Ce, after a long while, he put away his knife and opened the door: "Sanriyue Palace, what are you doing?"

Outside the door is the majestic Taidao. He is carrying a small cloth bag in his hand. There are golden crescent moon patterns on the blue cloth bag. It looks like it was torn from his clothes.

Yao Yan watched him hand the cloth bag in front of her: "My condolences."

He took the cloth bag in a daze, and there was a crisp sound of iron plates colliding inside.

While he was in a trance, Sanriyue casually glanced behind him, the room was dimly lit, and he could count the number of people with just five fingers.

Already... Has it reached this time... Soon, these daggers will disappear one by one, except... His eyes fell on the black-haired dagger with his head bowed in front of him.

Such a day, it's sad... But this is only the first one, there will be a second and a third after that...

The beautiful Tai Dao of Guangfeng Jiyue pursed his lips slightly, and there was a dull light in his eyes.

The author has something to say: ummmmmmm, the unfolding of the gods has begun... Sanming and Guangbao are not necessarily in the same timeline!

Qiongqi was a little psychologically disturbed by Sanming, so he concentrated on dealing with Sanming...

Author: move a bench, eat melons.

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