Genji Heavy

Learning to get rid of filth?

Ishikirimaru was speechless.The unbelievable gaze stayed for a long time on Higakiri's innocent and weak face.

If things like removing dirt are put on the sword, it is the matter of the sword enshrined in shrines and temples.

...too speechless.

Ishikirimaru almost wanted to hold his forehead and sigh.

He really couldn't understand, how did Mustache suddenly see such potential in him?

The main body is in his hand, because it is so sharp that it cuts through rocks, so he got the name "Ishikirimaru".

No matter how you think about it, in terms of self-cognition, Ishikirimaru does not think that he can become the magic sword of self-cultivation that Hikiri pointed out.

That's incredible, right?

Finally, Ishikirimaru squeezed out a polite smile in bewilderment, then took a step back mercilessly, bypassing Hikakiri, and walked away without looking back.

Mustache tilted his head innocently.

"oops……"

She put her hand on her forehead there, looking at the firm back of Ishikirimaru walking away step by step.

Is it just that impatient?

I have seen Ishikimaru who has become a magic sword for a long time. It is really a long time since Ishikimaru was so irritable in the past.

Even a little nostalgic.

Of course she was just joking, and she didn't really want to advance his path to the magic sword.

That night, Higakiri walked around the room he was in with a candlestick in his hand, checking every corner and corner, but still found nothing.

Sitting by the bed, meditating for a long time, Hidekiri closed his eyes gently, then closed his eyes slightly, leaned over and blew out the candle in front of him.

The dim light disappeared in the house, and darkness filled the whole room in an instant.

Only the faint moonlight in the night sky covered by thin clouds shines in through the window paper, but this light is basically useless to Higakiri who is a sword.

Mustache didn't lie down on the bed.

She had an indescribable premonition that it would not be too peaceful tonight.Yesterday's contaminated nightmare was just a prelude, and the real drama will be revealed tonight.

According to common sense, even in such a dark environment that is easy to make people drowsy, Hidekiri can stay awake.

She sat by the extinguished candlestick and waited patiently.

However, a strange situation appeared.

Higakiri thought that she could maintain the situation, but in fact, for some reason, she suddenly felt a strong trance.

It appeared unexpectedly, without any warning, and in an instant he became dizzy, not knowing where the world was.

Something weighed down.

It was the air that suddenly became heavy, and Hidekiri seemed to have lost the balance of gravity in an instant, being pressed and dragged down by the surrounding air.And the surrounding air not only became an extra weight for her, but also thickened for some reason, squeezed and squirmed around her, encroaching on the thinner and thinner air, bringing her to the verge of suffocation.

Such a change occurred in just a few seconds.

Hidekiri immediately started to try to resist, and stopped the situation from getting worse in time.

But because the key to breaking out of this predicament could not be found within a short period of time, Mustaki and the surrounding "air" fell into a stalemate.

——Since you can't find the key to unlock the lock, then just smash the lock for a long time.

So Hidekiri began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, ready to use brute force to break this predicament.

Suddenly, a hand reaching out to hold her wrist interrupted Hikari's movement.

In the next second, the drowning person was dragged out of the drowning waters, and the fresh air gently embraced her again.

Hidekiri opened his eyes suddenly, and instinctively took a big breath at the same time.

There is no longer darkness in front of you.

The dim yellow light came on again, coming from the candlestick in Xiaowu's hand.Under the candlelight, Xiaowu's face was covered with a blurred halo, only a pair of golden eyes of the same color as hers were clearer and brighter, looking at him without blinking.

There was a faint burning feeling in that gaze.

"...Xiao Wu?" Mustache blinked hesitantly, then looked down in surprise.

Xiao Wuwei's hand holding the candlestick was really tightly clutching her wrist.

The palm was tightly attached to her wrist, and the temperature of the palm made the skin around her wrist scorching hot, with an undisguised sense of possession.

Xiaowu didn't seem to notice the change in Mustakiri's expression, but said anxiously: "Tochikiri, the situation is wrong, let's go!"

Then without any explanation, he directly pulled up Mustache and walked out of the house.

As soon as the door is opened, the familiar place at first glance appears in front of you, but when you observe carefully, you will find that after opening the door, there is a strangeness everywhere outside the house.

All sounds seemed to die away.

There is no sound of wind, no chirping of birds, beasts and insects, no sound of life at all.

Under the pale moonlight, every darkness seems to be crawling with strange existences, waiting for the right moment, and suddenly bursting out with terrifying descriptions.

In such an unknown situation, it is obvious that one cannot act rashly.

but……

It seems that there is no choice.

But instead of passively accepting in place, it is better to take the initiative and give it a go.

Xiao Wu gritted his teeth and said, "Muqiedian, let's go out and have a look, there must be a way to break the formation."

As he said that, he was about to pull his mustache and walk out.

Suddenly there was resistance from his hand, which stopped Xiao Wu from moving forward.Mustache, who had been allowed to be pulled by him just now, for some reason, made his arm exert strength at this moment.

It was impossible for Xiao Wu to drag her away.

The forward steps stopped, and the hand clasped on her wrist suddenly froze.He stared down at the movements of his hands in a daze, as if he had finally come to his senses, his face blushed, and he let go of his hands as quickly as if he had been scalded, and murmured: "Higakiri, this is... …I……"

"Little Wu."

Mustache called out his name softly, then turned around and grabbed his wrist, which caught him unexpectedly.

Xiao Wu's eyes widened slightly, the red on her cheeks hadn't faded quickly, her face was full of dazed and confused expressions, she looked so innocent.

It seems that they really don't know why the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Mustache stared intently at Xiaowu, trying to read something from his face.

However, under the flickering candlelight, Xiao Wu seemed to be wearing a mask, which seemed even more unreal even though she was right in front of her eyes.

Mustache didn't say anything, didn't explain why he suddenly stopped his action, and didn't explain why he held him backhanded.

The person who should explain it should not be her.

Higekiri waited patiently, the extreme silence made the passing of every minute and every second very clear.

Xiao Wu would not come to urge her, but would just wait more patiently, waiting for what she would say to him.

But now facing Shang Xiaowu's focused gaze, Mustache feels powerless in his heart.

She sighed softly, and smiled with a sense of tolerance, "Is there nothing you want to say to me, Xiao Wu?"

Xiaowu's face finally changed, "...Muqierdian."

"It's you."

Mustache spoke confidently, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Xiao Wu's. Because of Xiao Wu's attitude, his eyes were tinged with disappointment and sadness.

"The person who created all of this, from the disappearance of 'Higakiri' at this time, to the coming here of me in later generations, is you."

Facing Xiaowu's silence, Mustache's voice sank further and further, and finally there was no tone that could even be associated with a question.

Mustache's eyes and tone of voice are like thorns to Xiaowu, and the thorns piercing into the flesh make him painful.

Also wake him up.

Xiao Wu smiled suddenly.

In an instant, the original immaturity in him disappeared, and looking at it now, he already looked like a very mature Taidao.

"Correct."

"it's me."

Xiaowu didn't quibble at all, and admitted it cleanly as soon as he opened his mouth. Apart from a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, there was no other expression on his face.

He bent down slightly, and approached Hikakiri, who was a little shorter than him, still in the polite and thoughtful posture, "Higakiri, may I ask, when did you find out?"

The candle flame flickered fiercely, illuminating Xiao Wu's face in a dark and unclear way, and one side of his body was at the boundary of the light, melting into the dark color.

However, Mustache had already restrained the look that leaked in his eyes just now, and facing Xiao Wu who was getting closer, he just said indifferently: "At first, the moment I saw you."

This answer came earlier than Xiao Wu expected, and he couldn't help being stunned.

"why?"

He couldn't help asking, as if he was eager to show his learning achievements to the teacher, but the teacher calmly pointed out a long list of students who were deficient, and his chest was full of anger.

"Is my disguise wrong?"

Mustache didn't answer immediately, his eyes swept across Xiao Wu's face first, and after a short pause, he said: "Looks."

This answer made Xiao Wu frowned and repeated, "Look?"

Hidekiri once again explained the confusion for the Taidao who he had taught and raised, "Just like now, your eyes are showing flaws all the time."

Xiao Wu didn't believe it, "Impossible!"

His pupils shrank slightly, and the candlelight reflected in his eyes, making the expressions in his eyes changeable and difficult to distinguish.

At this moment, he almost couldn't control himself, and uselessly turned his head away to avoid Hidekiri's direct gaze.

——It turned out that the careful cover-up was so easily seen through, and the flaws were exposed to Hikakiri's eyes every moment.

How did she feel about him all this time?

In fact, in front of her eyes, the growth he tried to show is as fragile as thin paper, he is still that immature child who has not grown up.

"How could my eyes—"

"You should be clear, Xiaowu," Mustache said without warning, and suddenly leaned over to get closer to Xiaowu, but Xiaowu couldn't help but voluntarily backed away.

A gentle smile finally appeared between her brows and eyes.

"Your eyes are not the way you would show me at this time—this is the way a man looks at a woman."