My name is Sanriyue

The dim light flickered slightly, Zhao Ming squinted his eyes and looked around, the empty Japanese room looked dark and frightening, only a Taidao was placed on the knife rest in front of him, behind him was a wooden screen, the only faint light was from the dim light. It came out from the crack of the open paper door.

But the weak light did not affect his sight at all. Zhao Ming lowered his head and looked at the ancient costumes on his body that obviously did not belong to the traditional Chinese style, the gilded ornaments, and the long gown woven with delicate dark patterns.Even Zhao Ming, who always prided himself on being calm and calm, couldn't help being a little confused at this moment: "Is this...a time-travel? This is...He Kingdom?"

Zhao Ming was completely confused by this sudden change. He just worked overtime until it was too late and wanted to go to the toilet to wash his face.Zhao Ming was still fiddling with his clothes and suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps coming from the door. Subconsciously, he didn't want people to find him who appeared suddenly, so he dodged and hid behind the screen.

He didn't notice the light just now, but after he hid in the screen, Zhao Ming realized that his body seemed to be a bit night blind. When the light changed, he felt that his eyes went dark, and everything he saw was blurry, just like high myopia.Not allowing him to think too much, the door was suddenly opened with a sudden sound, and then it was gently closed again.

Zhao Ming couldn't help slowing down his breathing. He didn't want to be caught as a thief by his master before he knew anything, and he didn't know how the master would deal with him.He only heard the gentle footsteps slowly approaching him, and Zhao Ming couldn't help but raise his heart in his throat, but don't be found out, it would be embarrassing if he was found out, he didn't know why Explain why he shows up at other people's homes.

But sometimes things are like this, the more you are afraid of something, the more things will come, only to hear footsteps stop in front of the knife rest for two seconds, turn around the knife rest and walk to the edge of the screen, Zhao Ming's heart can't help but raise When he got up, he only knew that his heart was beating fast now, and he didn't know if the person outside had noticed his heartbeat.

Zhao Ming stared at the edge of the screen with his eyes wide open, only to see a blurry figure crossing the screen and looking inside, Zhao Ming was so frightened that he almost jumped up, but before he finished his excitement, he saw the man shrunk Turning around, he turned back to the knife holder as if he hadn't seen him.Zhao Ming was dazed for a long while before realizing that he had escaped a catastrophe. Zhao Ming moved two more steps into the screen, thinking secretly in his heart, could this person be worse than his own body? Severe night blindness, it's so big that a living person can't see, it's no different from being blind.

Zhao Ming was holding his breath and suddenly heard the person who came in exclaiming in a low voice: "It is indeed a sword made by the famous swordsmith Sanjo Zongjin. Even if it is called the most beautiful blade, it is indeed worthy of the name. It is really an amazing sword. No wonder so many people want it."

Zhao Ming was stunned for a second before he realized that this person was an uninvited guest just like himself, not the owner of this house at all, and this person's purpose seemed to be to steal the Taidao enshrined in this house.Zhao Ming couldn't help frowning, logically speaking, he shouldn't be bothering with this kind of nosy business, but if he lost the knife and was found here suddenly, wouldn't he have a mouth to tell.The immediate priority now should be how to stop this man from stealing the knife without being seen.

Zhao Ming couldn't help being extremely anxious, and suddenly felt blessed, and felt that there was an extra mysterious feeling between himself and the Taidao held by the person who sneaked in. "Ouch!" Zhao Ming couldn't help but exclaimed and shuddered, the feeling of hands stroking his back was really chilling. "Ah!" Zhao Ming hadn't regained his composure here, when he heard a scream from someone outside, and the sound of a jingle bell falling to the ground, Zhao Ming felt that his whole body was bumped.

"I'll go!" Zhao Ming couldn't help exclaiming, but suddenly found that he hadn't made a sound, and his eyes were no longer the darkness behind the screen.With a whoosh, the door of the Japanese room was pulled open. Zhao Ming's eyes lit up. Before he could react, he saw a person flipped over his head, jumped out of the window and ran... ran... on his head? !Zhao Ming's brain seemed to be stuck, unable to deal with his current situation at all.

He didn't have time to let him think about it, he found a person walked up to him, picked him up, and put his hands back on the knife holder.Only then did Zhao Ming realize that he turned into a knife? ! !But just now he was still human!Why did it suddenly become a knife?Could it be because of the inexplicable feeling just now?

"It's a good thing I didn't get hurt. I thought it was a monster at first, but now it's a villain. It really makes you laugh, Mr. Qingming." A voice interrupted Zhao Ming's thoughts.Seimei?Zhao Ming's first thought was Abe Seimei, the well-known onmyoji in Ping'an capital, but his little cousin who was full of girlish hearts talked about him like a god every day.

Before Zhao Ming finished being sour, he heard a gentle voice, "You can rest assured, can't you? If you think about it, the thief should be punished, and you won't be hurt if you don't use this famous knife." "Hahahaha , that’s true, I can breathe a sigh of relief that Sanriyue is not lost! After all, if such a famous sword, which is rare but hard to come by, is damaged in my hands, it would be a great sin.” Another voice also responded with a big laugh. with.

Then the voice lowered again, as if a little embarrassed: "Master Qingming is really troublesome. Now that it has been confirmed that there are no monsters to cause trouble, it makes you run away for nothing. It is really rude."

Abe Seimei smiled and waved his hands indifferently: "It's nothing, I'm relieved to be able to prove that there are no monsters, and it's worth my trip to see the legendary sword Mikazuki Munekin who was born with divine nature. "Speaking of his smile, the fox looked at Zhao Ming who was lying on the knife rest and pretended to be dead, oh no, it should be said that Sanri Yuezong is close.

Sankaiyue and Abe Seimei looked at each other for a second and couldn't help but look away. He doesn't like this kind of person. His pair of fox eyes seem to be scheming all the time, even if Abe Seimei is already looking like a smiling grandfather. But the inadvertent gaze still gave him a feeling of being seen through at a glance.

"Ah, it looks like His Highness Sankaiyue doesn't want to see me, Mr. Lixin, we might as well go back to the living room and wait. The warriors who wanted to come and chase should have their results." Abe Seimei changed the subject with a smile.Soon Sanriyue was the only one left in the room.

In a blink of an eye, a blue figure appeared in the room. Mikazuki looked at his hand wearing a black leather glove and couldn't help muttering: "Mikazuki...Mongjin?" Although he didn't know much about Japanese history, he had A cousin who loves mobile games and is obsessed with masculinity is here, and he was forced to popularize a lot of things he didn't want to know during the summer vacation.For example, Sanriyue Zongjin, one of the five swords in the world, is known as the most beautiful blade. It is called Sanriyue because it removes more blade patterns during forging. In short, it is a precious and beautiful sword in reality and in games.

But how could someone become a knife in reality!So what kind of mysterious world did he travel through, and monsters should exist? The way that Lord Qingming looked at him just now must be someone who saw him. His face at that time was not very good. No wonder they said that he didn't want to see him... Ah!Sure enough, I still can't calm down!Sanriyue leaned on the knife rest and stared at the moonlight shining through the window. It was not easy for him to find a good job and prepare to live the life of a rice bug who clocked in every day. Why did he suddenly become a knife through time travel!He transmigrated and became a knife... Well, according to his cousin, he should be a creature like Fusangshen now, so what happened to him in the original world... If he died, his parents would be very sad... ...does he want to be alone again?

Sanriyue's eyes wandered, and she couldn't help but let go of her thoughts, only feeling empty in her heart.He doesn't even know what he is now, man?knife?Or Fusangshen?Fusangshen in Japan makes it sound like a god, but in fact, he is just a monster born from ancient utensils. Is he still a human being like this?

Before he could figure it out, there was a rush of footsteps running towards this side, and now San Riyue also understood that ordinary people should be the same as that Mr. Thief who couldn't see him at all, and he didn't bother to hide, just sat on the ground like that Watching the samurai rush in and take away his body.In this way, San Riyue couldn't sit still. Although it was very subtle, he could feel that he should not be too far away from the sword that was his body, otherwise, bad things might happen.

Sanriyue was silent for two seconds, then stood up resignedly, and walked out after the warrior.Since there is Abe Seimei, then this should be the Heian era in Japan, the prosperous and chaotic Heian era where hundreds of ghosts travel at night.Sanriyue looked at the shadows of the trees in the courtyard, and felt that every branch was like a dancing ghost, which made people chill all over.He couldn't help but took a deep breath, no matter what kind of creature he is now, wouldn't it be better if it was Fusangshen, so that he could live for a long time, isn't the Sankazuki Zongjin before his crossing also preserved in the Tokyo National Museum, if this If it was a world, wouldn't he have a chance to return to his family?

No matter what will happen in the future, what he has to do now is to live better. Only by living can there be endless possibilities. He is not someone who can be defeated by a little accident, is he?He has always been the better man.

Sankaiyue silently followed the warrior into the hall, and just after stepping into the gate, Yuan Laixin said loudly: "I have to trouble Master Qingming to save Sankaiyue Zongjin for the time being. Although it has been found out that it is not a monster, it is Let the thief run away, and now only the security order from Lord Qingming's house in Ping'an Capital is convinced, and Lord Qingming please don't refuse."

Abe Seimei couldn't help being stunned when he saw Mikazuki stepping through the door, but in an instant he changed back to that smiling face, smiled at Minamoto Raimiko and said, "I'm afraid this is not appropriate, anyway, it is a famous sword all over the world... ..."

"Hey, I just ask Seimei-sama to take care of it for the time being, but will Seimei-sama refuse it?" Minamoto said a little unhappy.

"Since you have said that, then I would be more respectful than obedient." Abe Seimei replied with a smile, then turned his head to look at Mikazuki, and said silently: "Please give me your advice, Your Highness Mikazuki."

The author has something to say:

︿(￣︶￣)︿Grandpa: Why don’t you feel like a grandpa at all?

Ajun: Emmm, maybe it’s because you have just been created as far as knives are concerned, and you are not a grandfather?

Grandpa: Is that so?Hahahahaha

The role of Heian Jing will probably be very important, and it will take a long time for the trouble-making crane to appear, but the bewildered grandpa will probably be adopted by Seimei-sama, and the next chapter will open the Onmyoji dungeon!The Seimei-sama of the old bacon...emmm feels like he can make troubles. In fact, does anyone think Seimei-sama can actually make troubles, so many shikigami shura field every minute.