Genji Heavy

"Boy cutting the palace?"

Hidekiri walked over and asked tentatively.

The other party turned around, showing a serious, sharp-edged face, and nodded to her faintly, "Musakiri."

Mustache said with emotion: "It really is you, Boykiri."

She just said, that blood-like hair color is pretty hard to admit.

Moreover, it was probably because it was not long since the Heian era that had just left that world, and now when she sees the red hair of Doji Kiri Yasuna, she thinks of the heroic red hair of Shuten Doji.

——The name "Doji Kiri" comes from Shuten Doji.

During the retreat, Minamoto Raimitsu drunk Shuten Doji with the holy wine sent by the gods, and then cut off Shuten Doji's head with a knife.

"Tongzi cut" is named after this.

But it's really a wonderful coincidence, they're obviously not in the same world, but the fact that they have red hair is what "Shuten-douji" have in common.

Both Higakiri and Dojikiri used to be Blades of Genji, and up to now, it has been a long time since they counted.

Seeing you again in this museum now, Higakiri felt a little emotional for a while.

However, after all, Tong Ziqiedian's reaction was really cold after being a colleague.Higekiri looked at Dokokiri's cool face, and simply divided his current emotions in his heart.

Well, it's understandable that they don't have much contact in private.But mustache himself just saw it first, so he came over to say hello.

After such a simple meeting, Higakiri said goodbye politely and turned to leave.

She has been in Dongbo for a long time, and if she doesn't go back, the priest will really be in a hurry.

Dozikiri stood where he was, watching Higakiri stepping away, and for a moment seemed to return to Genji's mansion thousands of years ago.

At first glance, in the corridor that seems to never reach the end, the back of Hidekiri's departure overlaps with this moment across time and space.

When Higakiri's figure disappeared, Dozikiri calmly withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked towards his body.

Returning to Kyoto by Shinkansen, as soon as Higakiri walked into Kitano Tenmangu Shrine, he was met by the stern face of the great priest.

All the wrinkles seemed to be poured and solidified in place. It looked like the pattern of wrinkles was carved on the steel plate, and then painted with skin-colored paint.

"Higakiriden," the priest said in an extremely majestic voice—the priest who has been in the priesthood for more than ten years can't speak this tone very skillfully, "I really can't underestimate your 'casual walk'."

Mustache smiled without guilt, "I'm just walking around."

The priest said: "Did you just 'go' to Tokyo? I thought you would at least not leave Kyoto."

Mustache said clearly: "The staff of Dongbo told you. When I passed by, I found that they seemed very surprised, so they called you."

The priest sighed, "Suddenly a Master Fu Sangshen came over from the gate in a grand manner like a tourist, no matter who it is, it will be frightened, right?"

It's not scary, but for insiders, such a picture is full of confusion and too magical.