[Comprehensive] The swords are jealous every day

Ji Xiansi also saw the new men with swords at the first time, the cold outsider, the elegant and handsome young man with pink long hair, the handsome young man in black suit, the neck under the white shirt looked slender and beautiful.

A handsome and calm boy in short military uniform.

There is also a young lady with white hair and red eyes who is full of vigor and walking on wooden shoes, a cute girl with orange hair and blue eyes, and that rather lazy and charming woman.

One, two, three... There are seven here. Fortunately, the amulets are enough.

He bent his eyes and smiled at the six of them, as if the garden was full of spring: "Good afternoon, everyone, I'm Ji Xiansi."

Maybe it was because he smiled too amazingly, maybe because he saw the other party in such an unexpected atmosphere, there was a sudden blank space.

Sword Men:  …

Ji Xiansi: ...Shouldn't I introduce myself at this time?Why is it suddenly stuck?

But only for a while, he smiled again, with a three-point joke and a gentle joke in his smile: "Do you need me to shut down and restart?"

That smile dissipated the awkward and silent atmosphere instantly, and the handsome young man in short military uniform spoke first, "I am Yaken Toshiro. Although my name is Toshiro, unlike my brothers, I grew up in war. Fuga I don't know much about it, but leave the battlefield to me. Well, get along well, General."

He obviously looks like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, but both his expression and his tone are extraordinarily mature and stable, especially the rather magnetic deep voice, which is really cute in contrast.

Ji Xiansi couldn't help laughing: "Yeah." He caressed the wrinkled white long sleeves, black hair, and Shengxue's clothes without any decorations, which were more plain than the swordsmen's clothes.

Yaken Toshiro couldn't help but think that the general himself symbolized a kind of elegance.

"Hello! I'm Jiro the Beauty~" the oiran holding the cup said drunkenly. His appearance was indeed a beauty, but his voice...was not the tone of a woman at all.

Ji Xiansi began to doubt her ears, could a girl have such a voice?He silently looked at the self-proclaimed beauty Jiro, Adam's apple and Ichimapa Hirakawa's breasts, and it was clear that he was a man.

Drawing conclusions based on first impressions is indeed one of the worst things to do, so what about the little girl he thought was Lori?

Ji Xiansi looked at Ranto Shiro again, no matter how he looked, he looked more like a little girl, "What's wrong, my lord?"

Ji Xiansi: Even the voice is more like a little girl.

As if seeing through his thoughts, Ranto Shiro smiled brightly and cutely: "I'm a boy." He gestured to lift his skirt: "Master, do you need to confirm?"

"No, no, no." Ji Xiansi was taken aback by his words and actions, waved his hands repeatedly to express his refusal, and was rarely flustered.

Hasebe couldn't help laughing, the protagonist he knew was usually gentle and peaceful, only when he was playing chess, painting and reading... when he was doing such things, he had a calm and indifferent look.

It was the first time he saw this kind of flustered look, and I have to say, such a lord is also super cute.

Cutting Hasebe into his own world, unable to extricate himself.

Ji Xiansi, Yamabuta Kirihiro, Xiao Ye Zuowen: Here we go again, that smile.

Ranto Shiro didn't know why, so he just took a look, then looked away, and looked at Ji Xiansi again, his blue eyes reflected the picturesque eyebrows of the opposite person, and he introduced himself with a bright smile: "I am Ranto Shiro, and I am the one who was sent by Yoshimitsu Awataguchi. Please take care of the dagger that I made, my lord."

"My name is Zongsan Zuowen. When Imagawa Yoshimoto was crusaded, the demon king captured me as a trophy, polished it, and engraved it. This is how I am today.

Therefore, I am also called Yiyuan Zuowen. "The voice was three-point lazy and weak.

"I am Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada, a knife that can cut through bronze candlesticks." The handsome man who introduced himself with a serious face suddenly felt a little shy: "Well, I really am not handsome enough."

Ji Xiansi smiled and shook his head with a way of speaking that didn't match the stern face, and his tone was very sure: "No, he's very handsome." It is said that this is a world that depends on the face, and you can say that you are handsome if you are handsome.

Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada was stunned for a moment, agreeing with Yakiri Hasebe and the others, they are indeed very gentle judges.

Finally, the little Zhengtai with long white hair and red eyes said energetically, "I am Jinjian, don't I look very powerful?"

Ji Xiansi nodded: "Super powerful." It should be called cute.

Vigorous children are indeed one of the most lovable species.

He bent his phoenix eyes, and lived in the empty valley for a long time.

... Most afraid of the sudden quietness of the air, Ji Xiansi and the swordsmen looked at each other for a while, and suddenly smiled at each other.Ji Xiansi couldn't help but stretch out his hand to cover half of his face, with slender fingers, he could only see the corners of his beautifully curved and raised lips: Why do I feel so stupid with them.

This smile narrowed the distance between several people, and they had already been introduced to each other. It was time to give them the amulet as a meeting gift.

The same mahogany carving, carefully painted with various flowers, and the upper left corner of the talisman has complicated characters, which is not like any kind of characters in the world.

Ji Xiansi lowered her head and was writing names on the peach charms one by one. The gentleman is like jade, and her wrists are like frost. Her long hair was tied with a ribbon by Hasebe, revealing a white and smooth forehead.

The four characters of pen, ink, paper and inkstone have the elegance of a literati. Probably because of Ji Xiansi's good looks, it seems that even the movement of sleeves has a kind of elegance and ease.

Rantoshiro lay across from him, watching Ji Xiansi writing without blinking: "My lord, is this Chinese writing?"

Ji Xiansi nodded: "It's ancient witchcraft."

"Ancient shamanism?" Ranto Shiro opened his eyes wide. Although he didn't quite understand it, he thought it was very powerful!

Ji Xiansi hummed, and his voice was calm and gentle: "In our place, there is a legend that there is a spiritual mountain with ten wizards, they are Wu Xian, Wu Ji, Wu Yi, Wu Peng, Wu Gu, Wu Zhen, Wu Li, Wudai, Wuxie, and Wuluo, they ascended and descended from now on, they can communicate with ghosts and supernatural powers, and the characters handed down from them are called Wuwen."

After all, it is a legend, and it is doubtful whether it can communicate with ghosts and supernatural powers, but Wuwen does exist, and what is recorded is the civilization of the local area or that era.It's just that later, like the words Shui Shu, Tian Shu, and Tadpole Wen, they are about to disappear or have already disappeared.

All that has changed for today's times, though.Ji Xiansi didn't feel too melancholy, all the changes were for better progress.

As long as the ancient characters are not forgotten, no matter whether it is Dazhuan, Xiaozhuan, Lishu, or Shoujin, there are always people who like it and are willing to study it hard.

Even such obscure and almost incomprehensible texts as the Book of the Earth and the Book of the Stars and the Sea of ​​Stars are still being studied and explored by scholars.

Ji Xiansi calmed down, smiled and handed the amulet to Rando Shiro: "Okay." He put away his pen and ink and continued: "Wu Wentong ghosts and gods have always been used for divination and praying for blessings and heaven. Since I know a little, wouldn't it be good to use it on an amulet?" ?”

It was the first time I heard this kind of statement Hasebe, Yamabuki Kunihiro, and Sayo Satomon, and the expressions of a group of people were very complicated.

Gentleness may be just a character, but it really comes from the heart, and the examiner treats them with sincerity and heart.

Instead of treating tools, they are swords, and they exist as tools, even for the government of the time.

It can be produced in batches, even if it is a broken knife, it is not a pity. The only thing they look forward to is to summon their lord.

Unbelievably gentle.

Candlestick Qie Guangzhong bowed his head, always looking at the amulet with his name written on his palm, which he will keep forever.

Ji Xiansi sighed inwardly, what should he do with the expressions of the swordsmen?What answer?Naturally, pretending not to care to divert attention.

He is really not used to too sensational scenes.

Ji Xiansi coughed, and said seriously: "Okay, I admit that I'm a little superstitious."

superstitious?

what the hell.

Hasebe laughed, the lord is really good at changing the subject.

Even Taro Tachi, who is the coldest, couldn't help but smile slightly.

Although he successfully diverted everyone's attention, it was somehow subtle... He snorted and put his hands into his wide sleeves: "Stop talking, stop talking, I'm going back to sleep."

A group of people laughed even louder. The protagonist's expression and tone are so cute. Such a gentle and lovely protagonist must be cherished.

Ji Xiansi: ...Let's go.

Of course, it didn't work out in the end, mainly because of Jinjian and Ranto Shiro, the legend of the Ten Witches of Lingshan had aroused their great interest in listening to the story, and Ji Xiansi, who was rather kind to his old father, suddenly thought of countless horror legends.

For example, skeletons blowing air, resurrecting corpses, unkempt ghosts... Haha, just kidding, kid, how could he tell such a scary story, wouldn't it be his fault that he couldn't sleep at night because of the fright?

It's better than a more orthodox fairy tale.

Just in time for dinner, Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada and Yakiri Hasebe went to cook, while Ji Xiansi was sitting in the back garden, drinking tea calmly and preparing to tell stories.

Saya Samonji, Ranto Shiro, Imaiken, and Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro, who sat a little far away, sat around him expectantly.

"Listen to exciting stories!"

"relaxing!"

"Of course a man wants to listen to exciting things!"

Seeing that Rantoshiro and Imaken were about to quarrel, Yakentoshiro pressed his forehead helplessly. It was just a child's bickering, and Ji Xiansi watched quietly with an expression that he didn't think it was a big deal.

Jiro Tachi smiled and pulled Zong Sanzuo's words: "You come to drink too, I'll pour wine for you."

The fragrance of fine wine.