Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

The blue aura engulfs the torrent of memory, and brings the pink cherry blossoms of the Heian period and the camellias of Azuchi Momoyama into a vigorous flowering period. The long time comes with pain and joy, and opens the dusty palace.

From the battlefield to the mountains, the courtyard solidifies into a black-and-white painting. The sky and the earth are reversed, with curvy and vigorous ancient trees on top, and stars and moon rivers below. The white ground and black sky are clearly separated.

A round of sun fell from the edge of the "skyline" and sank into the "underground", and the goddess who was half decayed and half beautiful opened her eyes.

"—"

Like the roar of an ancient clock, and like the most beautiful bird's cry, these two tones blended together wonderfully and crashed into his blank mind.

The dust of the past emerges, and the years roar back, offering all the past with both hands.

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"Owner!"

Accompanied by the sound of squeaking footsteps, the curtain door was swung open almost rudely, and a silver-white long-haired little tengu came in like a whirlwind, followed by a series of short knives with different hair colors, who were about to pounce. A second before entering Yuan Shigemitsu's arms, he stopped the car abruptly, and looked at Abe Seimei and Yuan Shigemitsu timidly with big eyes.

"The main hall! I'm sorry..." Then came Yiqi Yizheng, this blue-haired young man in military uniform tried to calm his breath, stood upright outside the door, and pulled back the five tigers closest to him. When he got behind him, he lowered his head apologetically, "My brothers are rude, it's because I didn't discipline them well."

After he lowered his head, the swords behind him arrived one after another. Tsurumaru hooked his hand around Yiqi's neck, and pulled the gentle and handsome young man to stagger. The dead crane smiled and waved to Yuan Zhongguang inside: "Hey! The master looks good?"

The adult swordsmen were silent, and the short swordsmen wanted to ask what happened just now, but seeing that the guardians were silent, they also quietly closed their mouths due to the seriousness of the atmosphere, and just looked at Yuan Shigemitsu worriedly.

With this look, he discovered the person who had just been missed because of being too nervous.

"Jiang Xuedian?!"

Ranto Shiro's eyes widened, and the beautiful cornflower blue pupils were full of surprise.

Not long after that incident, Jiang Xue Zuowen returned to his body and fell into a deep sleep, unable to wake up no matter what.The divine knives in Honmaru came to the conclusion that his divine power was being lost at a slow and irreplaceable rate, and he had to go to sleep to reduce the burden, otherwise they would have been able to sense the master through Jiang Xuezuo's words After finding him, why do we need to search hard like looking for a needle in a haystack?

Calculated in this way, they haven't seen this quiet and cold Buddha knife for many years. If they know that he has woken up, Saya and Zongsan Zuowen in Honmaru will be very happy, right?They had always respected and loved this elder brother very much.

The young man in cassock had a calm face, his long hair was like ice and snow covering his body, when he heard his name, he smoothly pressed a wooden bead with his hand twisting a Buddhist bead, and lightly pointed at the colleagues at the door. Lightly nodded, "I haven't seen you for many years... This world is still full of so much sadness..."

Ah, that's the tone!

This exclamation suddenly came to the minds of the swordsmen at the door, it was still mourning as usual... Jiang Xuedian.

This Zhenfo Dao speaks in a very special way, the tone is low and soothing, and there is a faint sense of compassion from the bottom of his bones. It may be because of reciting Buddhist scriptures all the year round, the words always have a long and quiet tenderness.The volume of speaking is also very low, the kind that you can't hear clearly if you don't listen carefully, so in order to hear his words clearly, every time he opens his mouth, the effect of muting the scene is brought out. It smells like sandalwood.

"Ah, my work has been completed, the following is not my scope of responsibility, um, young people are really energetic..." Abe Seimei stood up on the ground while talking, and said to his shikigami She winked, walked out waving her fan with a smile, and patted Jiang Xue on the shoulder as she passed by.

The figures of the shikigami gradually disappeared in the air, and disappeared into the room with a frivolous air.

The sword that stayed at the door hesitated for a moment, Tsurumaru crossed the front one, put his hands on the back of his head, and walked in swaggeringly first, the gold chain on his clothes made a crisp and lively sound.

Seeing that Tsurumaru moved, and Yuan Shigemitsu was in a state of acquiescence, the other Fu Sangshen looked at each other, and walked in one after another, finding a place to sit down.

Until the Japanese room was almost full of people, the door was empty, and the light outside cast the only figure on the ground, stretching the dark gray shadow very long.

Yuan Shigemitsu looked over there, and Fu Sangshen, who was dressed in complicated and gorgeous clothes, stood there silently, with a golden hair ornament hanging on his dark blue hair, his eyes could not be seen clearly from the angle of the backlight, Yuan Shigemitsu opened his mouth to say something, Before he could make any sound, the figure quietly took a step back, and then walked away without looking back.

Yuan Zhongguang was a little dazed, he sat there without moving, his lips moved for a while, and finally they were tightly pressed together, just staring at the dark gray shadow slowly getting lighter, and then disappeared suddenly.

"Master?" A white-clothed crane suddenly tilted its head and appeared in Yuan Zhongguang's line of sight. It waved a black gloved hand in front of him, with faint concern in its golden pupils, "Are you okay?"

Yuan Shigemitsu quickly retracted his gaze and smiled at him: "I'm fine."

Mustache sitting on the other side glanced at the door calmly, his eyes turned cold.

Ghosts linger.

The thin and slender Crow Boy leaned against the wall on his tiptoes, a light flashed in his deep pupils: "Has the lord done something wrong again?"

Taidao, who has always regarded himself as his father, is very sensitive in situations. He quickly looked up and down at Yuan Shigemitsu, tilted his head and thought for a while, and said firmly: "The spiritual power in your body... is a little different."

Karasuma has never appeared as Minamoto Shigemitsu's sword before, and he is not very familiar with his spiritual power. The only contact with him is a few hours on the battlefield as Minamoto Yorimitsu, so he can feel something is wrong. It is worthy of the insight of an old knife of Ping An.

Yuan Zhongguang looked at them, with worried eyes on the left and right, as if many years ago, they said they were willing to die for him with such eyes, and then he left them where they were.

It's so stupid... I don't know who he is talking about, he groaned/groaned in his heart, and the deep emotion enveloped him, making Yuan Shigemitsu, who is accustomed to maliciously speculate on others, tremble for a moment, being irresistibly attracted by such Emotions hug and melt.

After the brief silence of being stared at, Yuan Shigemitsu twitched the corners of his lips, and the corners of his eyes and brows were both familiar and unfamiliar with their cunning beauty. The gorgeous makeup looks like a dream, like a gorgeous silhouette of a distant Heian capital, quietly landing.

"Lord..." The Fusangshen looked at this smile and were so shocked that they lost their words. It's not like they haven't seen such a smile before, but it was a long time ago...a day long ago...

"...Did you remember?!" Unexpectedly, the first person to ask this question was Okurigara, who has never had any sense of presence. This vibration knife rarely speaks in public, and even if he appears, he finds a corner to hide Not a word.

This seemed to be the first time Yuan Zhongguang saw him talking to himself actively.

"Yeah..." Under their anxious eyes, Yuan Shigemitsu raised his head with some emotion, "Long time no see?"

"Hey," Daguli Jialuo sneered, his tone was indifferent and unceremonious, "Even I know, what you should be talking about now is not this."

"Kuri Sauce..." The candlestick on one side pulled the big Kurigaro, and the person who was stopped gave a dissatisfied "tsk", but swallowed back what he wanted to say, turned his head, and hugged his hands Leaning his arms against the wall, he stopped talking.

Candlestick Kiri nodded at Yuan Shigemitsu to express his apology, Yuan Shigemitsu turned his head indifferently, and set his eyes on Karasuma.

He narrowed his eyes viciously: "Ah, I remembered, you were the Zhendao I threw on the battlefield at that time."

Karasuma's face has been a little strange since he said he remembered, and it's even more ugly now, he stared straight at Yuan Shigemitsu, his pupils were so dark that no light could be reflected, they were full of gloomy and depressed emotions.

It is also a sword, why would he be thrown down by the user?

Just to protect another existence like him, an existence like a natural enemy.

Hirashi and Genji are natural enemies, and even their treasures are in a state of mutual dislike.That was the first time he was taken out to fight, not even as the head of the family's saber, but just being protected and transported to another safer place.

Then he was kidnapped.

Yes, judging from his childlike intellect, which was not yet born at that time, that is the case. He, Karasuma, the supreme treasure of the Taira clan, was robbed, kidnapped, and held in the The people who went to slaughter the Ping family in their hands.

In fact, this is nothing. No amount of titles can cover up the fact that he is Yizheng Dao. It is his job to be used by human beings. Whoever he kills is not that important to Yizheng Daojian.

Moreover, because he has been cherished and collected for a long time, he has not been out of the sheath for a long time, and the feeling of blood slipping through him makes him uncontrollably addicted. good feeling.

Karasuma was humming happily, but he soon lost his joy.

This stupid human being, in order to protect that equally stupid Fusangshen, he left him behind!

Karasuma, who has not yet had the ability to change form, screamed angrily in the subconscious, expressing the anger of a sword, snatching him over, and then throwing him away so easily, what does this mean?As a samurai, you should hold your sword and fight to the end!Even if you die, you can't put down the knife in your hand. This is the bearing that a patriarch of a family should have!

But what did this Genji do!He actually put down the knife in order to protect a fusangshen who would never die!How ridiculous this is...how ridiculous!

...Obviously...Obviously they are all the same, Fusangshen born from the sword, why can he be protected by his master who sacrificed his life, but he can only be abandoned? !

The years long enough to be solidified have passed, and the obsession has settled in the bottom of my heart, turning into mud that no one knows.

Little Karasuma stared at the human being in front of him, and slightly curled up her lips painted with Nongyan's lip balm: "Now it's your sword too. As the head of the family, you have to protect your retainers well."

Minamoto Shigemitsu hadn't said anything yet, but Higakiri's sharp eyes had already cut towards him: "Has Heira's bereaved dog finally come to the point where he wants to surrender to Genji and gain the capital to survive?"

The hair on the head of the knee ball was about to explode, and he rubbed it nervously: "Brother!"

Little Karasuma didn't react at all, and glanced at his mustache lightly: "Children who have not yet grown up always have some strange desires for monopoly, but the head of the house is not something you can monopolize."

The eyes of the two Ping An Gudao met, and the sudden expansion of the aura made Fu Sangshen around him feel a little terrified, and he couldn't help but quietly moved out, no one wanted to get involved. These two are quite difficult in various senses Battle of the bosses.

Only the tortoise Zhenzong who happened to be caught between the two of them didn't move or didn't move, his back was straight, his eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and his heart wanted to cry without tears. , what did he do wrong? !

The author has something to say: Our tortoises are still as cute as ever~

So the little ancestor's thread is finished, he either likes Minamoto Shigemitsu, or is angry because he was thrown away that time... Obviously everyone is a knife, why did you throw me away to protect him? !Karasuma, who has always been loved by the nobles, was depressed and couldn't figure it out. After that, he kept thinking about it, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he remembered it, the more he remembered it...

emmmmm is also very cute.

Well, all the memories are restored, and there will be no more amnesia in the future. Cheers to Guangbao!Guangbao, who has recovered his memory, will flirt, wait and see how he and Sanming flirt with each other...

Oh, by the way, I heard you guys had some complaints about the car I drove last time? 【Death Gaze】【You are allowed to answer again】

I, I, I'm sorry for you... I forgot that the nutrient solution will be cleared at the end of the month, and yesterday's list is gone... Crying, I'm sorry, little angels, I know you love me, and I love you too, blah blah... Hold back and hit me 【Hold my melon seeds tightly】

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