God judge, her career is paramount

Jinpingtang, as a neon traditional candy, has a dreamy and cute shape and a variety of flavors. Every child has eaten it.

However, the first thing that comes to the mind of the examiner is not the taste of the candy he ate, but...

She unconsciously glanced at Mustache's smiling face, wondering why this scene seemed familiar?

Except for the almost melted plum candy, she jogged around the Honmaru a few days ago, and sat down to rest when she turned to the edge of the field. A certain weed cut threw her a cherry.

The small cherries that are new in this season are so red and tender that they don’t need to be washed to make them watery, but the taste is not as good when they are not ripe. Although they are fragrant, they are not sweet enough and taste slightly sour.

She casually said that she was a little sour, but she continued jogging without thinking too much, leaving Huqie thoughtful.So that afternoon, Gexian Kaneding joyfully gave her a plate of rock candied cherries.The small red cherries are inserted with toothpicks, and the outside is covered with a layer of syrup shell. The color is bright and bright, and it is pleasing to the eye just by looking at it.

Hmm... She remembered that in the whole of this pill, only Sankai Yuezong was the only one who knew that she liked snacks such as candied haws and apple candies.Song Xian is a staunch cherry wine pie, it is impossible to take the initiative to make rock candied cherries for her, so who reminded her...

The judge briefly recalled, and quickly put these things behind him: "Thank you, I just haven't eaten this kind of candy for a long time."

"As long as you like it~"

While talking, Hidekiri sat down cross-legged on the side of the low table, raised the body in his hand, and placed the smoke-colored sword in front of the judge.The small packet of Jinpingtang in its original position was mercilessly swept to the corner of the table.

The judge raised his eyebrows: "Use yourself? I thought you would use a wooden knife as a teaching tool."

"Wooden knives don't feel like real knives." Mustache said with a smile, "Come on, take it out."

The judge held the scabbard according to the words, put the thumb of his left hand against the scabbard, and held the handle of the scabbard with his right hand and pulled out.

As the blade was unsheathed, a cold light streamed down like water, and her eyes were clearly reflected on the mirror-smooth blade.

Until the last inch of the tip of the knife left the sheath, the blade held by the judge sank downward. Her frail arm could not bear the weight of the real knife, and her muscles were as heavy as lead.

Hidekiri stretched out two fingers to clamp the tip of the dangling knife, and led her steadily to place the blade on the table.

"I am a sword from the Heian period, and the shape of the blade is quite different from the Kamakura sword behind it."

Mustakiri spoke calmly: "You often enter for swordsmen, and you should have discovered something about this."

The judge nodded: "Yes, Yiqi Yizhen's blade is smaller, and the blade is wider than yours."

The body of the Higakiri Wakokemaru is approximately arc-shaped, with a narrow front and a wide rear blade.The katana forged in the Kamakura period, such as Yiqi Yishin and Candlestick Kiri, have a blade that is closer to a straight blade, with a wider blade and a smaller change in overall width. Ping An Tai Dao is small and relatively more useful.

"That's because we were forged for different purposes."

Mustache picked up the blade with two fingers, held the back of the blade and put the handle into the hands of the judge.

"When I was forged, the Taidao was mostly a weapon used by the cavalry to fight on horseback. When charging against the cavalry, I held the Taidao with one hand and slashed. When fighting against the infantry, I put the blade on the side of the horse, and cut the blade forward and outward."

"In the Kamakura and Muromachi periods, the naginata once used by monks and soldiers to guard the courtyard became a weapon used on the battlefield, which could be used by cavalry or infantry. The swords of the Heian period were restricted to the nobles of the samurai family because of the difficulty of forging. "

Hikiri gave an example: "You also saw this with your own eyes during the last mission."

The god judge nodded. The last mission happened to be in the Muromachi period. She saw with her own eyes that both men and women can use naginata proficiently, but it is rare to see a tachi sword.

Higakiri continued: "Tachi and Dato, which have smaller swords, have appeared since the Kamakura period, because they are more flexible than long-handled naginata in infantry combat, and they can also adapt to immediate combat. In addition, the forging process is more advanced than naginata. It is cumbersome, so it is naturally more respected by the martial arts."

"However, at the end of Kamakura, the sword with a long body and a large arc began to rise again, which was also related to the combat style at that time. After that, the sword was separated from the sword of later generations as a special weapon for cavalry, and there was a difference in arms. .”

The appraiser listened attentively, and said thoughtfully, "No wonder you and Sanriyue like to go out on horseback."

Hidekiri smiled softly: "Although pawns can also use Taidao, it is of course more convenient to use it on horseback."

He stood up and stretched out his hand to the judge, and the latter helped him to stand up without thinking too much... Her legs were still weak, and she couldn't hold the sword in her hand by herself.

"Come on, hold the knife in both hands, with the blade facing straight forward."

Mustache patiently helped her make a gesture, with his left hand resting on her left shoulder, his body half-circling her, and his right hand holding the end of the handle of the knife to save her effort.

"You have a lot of strength. When you use the long threat, you usually use your five fingers at the same time. This can indeed increase the power of the slash. But too much force is not good. Your flexibility in the knife path is almost entirely due to the short threat. length, so when you switch to Taidao, your moves will no longer be sensitive, and the transition will be jerky, so I interrupted you today."

Mustache's voice was soft, and his breath was light and light in her ears. The examiner unconsciously tilted his head, feeling a little itchy from the hair beside his ear.

She glanced at Tokiri and asked, "How do you know that I use my five fingers when I use Wakizashi?"

Higakiri said innocently: "That's how you used me. To make sure, I went to ask the two Awataguchi for advice."

The examiner: "...It's the catfish tail and the bone ghoul."

Mustache suddenly said: "Oh!"

Then, Higiri continued: "Tachi first appeared for cavalry combat, so the knife path is wide open and close, suitable for use in spacious places. Users often hold the Taidao with one hand, vertically, obliquely, and horizontally. The large attack range is also large, but it is almost impossible to stab."

The judge sighed slightly: "Because the middle part of the blade is weak."

"Yes. Not only that, but the direction of force is also very important when using a Taidao. The blade must be parallel to the direction of force, so that the chopping power is the greatest."

The mustache-cut gloved hand lightly grasped the right hand of the god judge holding the handle of the knife, and led her to turn the blade over, revealing the round

The side of the curved blade: "And if the direction is unstable, the blade will break due to uneven force."

The judge frowned and said, "So at that time..."

"Yes."

Mustache encircled her from behind, making her let go of her left hand, and holding her smaller hand with her right hand, raised the Taidao, raised it above her head, and drew a circular arc from left to right, recreating her big knife A sword swung during the siege of Tengu and Three-Tailed Fox.

"You are used to using Wakizashi. The blade length of Wakizashi is relatively short, and the blade is relatively flat, so you don't have high requirements on the direction of force. At that time, when you swung me, the blade was slightly tilted to the front. After colliding with the big tengu, the strength It has weakened, and the blade and the direction of force are unified."

Mustache switched to holding the handle of the knife in his left hand, holding her hand in his right hand, and slowly stroking from the root of the blade to the middle.

The inquisitor's breath was slightly choked, and it was the place where Mustache cut the knife for the first time, and hit the big tengu's paw at that time.

Mustache seemed to guess what she was thinking, and said with a light smile, "Well~ I'm fine now."

His breath brushed her hair, the interrogator's ears itch, he couldn't help but struggle, he opened his mustache and held her hand, and reprimanded: "Stand up straight and talk!"

"Yes~Yes~"

Hikiri said with a smile, put the Taidao back into the hands of the judge, and continued to hold the handle himself: "In addition to the direction of force, there is also the fact that your movement when swinging the Taidao is not strong enough. It is also an oblique cut, with both hands as the fulcrum, from the The power carried by the slash that is pushed out in front of you and the slash that raises the blade high and swings at the enemy from behind is completely different."

The god judge was a little depressed: "Then the sword can only be used in open areas?"

"How come, of course it can be used in a small room." Mustache blinked, with a bit of cunning in his golden eyes: "The language explanation is too boring, let's practice it with a real knife."

The judge thought for a while and agreed: "Yes."

She recalled that there was still a big sword waiting for her to use in the close servant's room, so she pushed the big sword in her hand to Higakiri, and went to get Tsurumaru Kuninaga herself.

But Mustache stretched out his hand to stop the judge, handed the main body back into her hand, and said with a smile: "Oh, obviously I am explaining it to you, so I won't bother other blades to help."

The judge was speechless: "Give me your body, so what do you use?"

Mustache picked up the scabbard leaning on the side of the low table, rolled the knife in a decent manner, and said easily, "I'll just use this."

The judge clenched the handle of the knife in his hand, and narrowed his eyes: "Okay, then I'll do it!"

Probably because the vibration knife in front of him has done too many bad things, it's not a day or two for the judge to beat him up when he sees him.Therefore, as long as she is able to close her hands, even if her current hands can't even hold a knife steadily, she will do it, and she will not let go of this opportunity to beat the blade openly.

As for what to do if you lose and get beaten? ——Dare he? !

The god judge came fiercely. Although she couldn't hold a knife with one hand, she swung it vigorously with both hands, and as soon as she came up, she cut her mustache and forced her into the corner.

Seeing that she did not spare any strength, Mustache said with great interest: "So you can still wield a knife."

He resisted several attacks with the metal strip on the side of the scabbard, changed his footsteps, and easily left the wall, leading the examiner to the center of the room.

The judge followed closely, and raised the long knife in his hand from bottom to top, and it collided with the scabbard in Hidekiri's hand, making a clanging sound.At the same time, the low table next to her suddenly flipped its legs and rolled towards the middle of the two of them.

Mustache raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Are you here for real?"

The god judge's offensive continued unabated, and he shouted in a low voice: "Stop talking nonsense! If you lose, give me a seat, and change the name to 'Table Leg Cut' from now on!"

"Hahaha..." Huqie chuckled lightly, with a dark look in his eyes: "'Table Legs' ah...it doesn't matter if it is changed to such a name."

The Japanese room they were in was sandwiched between the God Inspector's bedroom and the servant's room. It was six stacks in size, which was considered spacious in a Japanese room, but it was obviously not enough to hold hands together.

The God Judge's hands could no longer bear the weight of the Taidao, so he simply gave up the frontal opening and closing, and used his familiar swivel swing to increase the inertia, swung the Taidao out of a circular arc, and slashed fiercely at the mustache .

During the period, the paper door was cut, half of the curtain was cut, and the table leg and corner were cut off again. The items placed on it rolled to the ground as the table top fell.The small bag of Jinpingtang was simply torn by the tip of the knife, and several small colored candies rolled out of it.

Hidekiri recognized that this kind of fighting method is usually used by naginata, the more roundabout, the stronger the momentum of the blade, the more difficult to stop.He thought that she had learned so many things. In its heyday, this kind of warfare might be able to kill even the big tengu casually, but it's a pity now...

Although the girl in front of her was attacking fiercely, she didn't lift her knife high enough, and her steps began to become unsteady, obviously she was exhausted.

The judge was really exhausted, only the obsession in her heart kept her going.She swung another oblique slash at Higakiri, but was also stopped by the latter, so she continued to draw back the saber and turned around, but when she wanted to turn the slash into a slash, she found that an inch of the scabbard was firmly pressing on her blade, and at the same time, her body was pressed The man held her tightly, and the hands holding the knife were also tightly bound by her side, and the blade of her knife was pinned down by the back side of the scabbard.

The appraiser was startled, subconsciously leaning back to avoid the tip of the knife made her lean into a generous chest, and then grabbed her arm with strength, completely hugging her in his arms.

The body in her arms was too soft and warm, and Mustache had some impulsive impulse, so he blew into her ear maliciously, and said with a light smile, "You lost~"

The appraiser was so tickled by his blowing. In this inexplicably familiar posture, she was quick to think, and recalled the women's self-defense skills she had learned many years ago...

Step on your feet!Elbow!Over-the-shoulder fall-three in a row! ! !

"Drink—!"

Mustache felt a pain in his toe, and before he could react, he was hit hard in the abdomen, and then he was grabbed by the arm that was holding the person, and then the world spun—boom! ! !

He landed on his back, knocked the back of his head heavily, and was thrown so hard that his eyes stared at him.

As soon as Mustuki opened his eyes, a cold light flashed across his face, he only had time to tilt his head, and the cold light brushed his cheek and penetrated into the tatami behind his head,

The mind examiner was leaning on the Taidao, with one hand half pressed and half supported on his shoulders, the hair rope fell off due to the violent movement, and the slightly curly black hair fell down, covering half of her cheeks.

Mustache was speechless for a moment, the girl in front of him was panting, her cheeks were flushed, thin sweat was dripping from her forehead, the hands on his shoulders were trembling uncontrollably, it was obvious that she was at the end of her strength...but her eyes were astonishingly bright , full of pleasure and desire to conquer after victory, he couldn't take his eyes off her eyes.

"I won!"

He heard her say that, and the air she exhaled was warm, intertwined with his breath.

Seeing her triumphant look, something was ignited in his chest again, the flame licked him slowly, as if it was going to climb up his throat and burn his cheeks... Are you hungry?Mustache's mind was in chaos, but this line of thinking was very clear - he was hungry, but he didn't want spiritual power.

Mustache opened his mouth and found that his voice was extremely dry and hoarse: "I think..."

The judge was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

Before he could say anything, the interrogator's hand couldn't hold it any longer, her arms went limp, and her upper body fell towards Mustache.

Butuchi noticed that the blade she was leaning on was facing inward, and if it fell down, it would cut her arm!

"careful!"

At the critical moment, Mustaki raised his hand to put her on her shoulder, and put his hand between the blade and her, acting as a cushion.

The judge hurriedly got up from Mustache, and the latter also sat up slowly, with his right hand covering the back of his left hand, and the dark gray sweater on his forearm was soon dyed crimson red.

"You... are you okay? I'll give you a hand now!"

It's just a wound that doesn't even count as a minor injury, but the judge became tense without even realizing it.

She was going to get a spare hand tool, but her sleeve was pulled. Turning her head, she saw Mustache holding her sleeve with his intact hand, as if she wanted to say something, but hesitated.

"...No need, it's just a minor injury, I... just take a dip in the recovery pool."

Mustache spoke slowly, his eyes never moved away from the examiner's face, he didn't know what he was talking about, only the sound of blood vessels pulsating in his ears, and his brain was swollen by the influx of blood.

The judge was stunned: "Are you sure..."

"........."

In Mustache's eyes, the examiner's back was facing the window, and the light spilled into the room, covering her with a layer of tulle-like velvet, and her loose black hair hung down to her shoulders, looking unusually soft.

"I'm fine... I..."

Higakiri stood up from the ground, picked up his own body and took a step forward, realized that he forgot something, then went back to pick up the scabbard, without returning the scabbard, he just randomly took it in his hand.

He walked up to the judge, and wanted to smile nonchalantly as usual, but when he spoke, he only heard his own dry voice: "I'm sorry...retire."

In the eyes of the God Judge, this Shintachi's face was faintly reddish under the light, and his golden eyes looked at him for a moment, and then quickly disappeared in front of her.

The god judge sat back on the tatami, her body was so exhausted that she lay down on the ground unbearably, and let out a long breath.

Actually... escaped?

What is there to escape?

Can I really force him to change his name?

The judge thought wildly, turned over on the tatami, and slowly curled up while lying on his side.

The judge covered her heart with one hand, her heart was beating extremely fast in her chest.

So tired, she thought to herself, she must have exercised too much today.

The judge took a few deep breaths, but his heart didn't seem to be slowing down, instead the face of mustache appeared in his mind.

Well... If you don't fake a smile, Weed Cut's face looks really good, unexpectedly good-looking, even when explaining seriously, it feels very reliable.

Her eyes fell on a pile of sundries not far away. It was the wreckage of the table after it was overturned, and there were broken corners of the table and books and materials... The torn golden flat sugar cloth was wrapped aside, and there were several scattered around it. a small candy.

The god judge stretched out his hand to pick up the small cloth bag and put it in front of him, and took out a golden candy from it.

This little thing exudes a sweet fragrance, the surface is uneven, it is made into the shape of a star in the eyes of a human being, and when it is colorfully put together, it is cute and dreamy.

The color is a bit like the eyes cut by weeds, the judge thought casually, threw the small golden candy into his mouth, and chewed it up.

etc!this taste...

The judge looked indescribable, and finally swallowed it.

She forgot for a moment that the expedition could only go to the nineteenth century at the latest. At that time, there was no technology of seasoning with flavors, so this sugar... was actually just a lump of glutinous rice flour and sugar water, and the taste was rough and unpalatable.

It's really bad to eat, and it's impossible to throw it away.The appraiser thought for a while, got up and went to find an empty glass sugar bowl in the cabinet. It was originally a small gift Wuhuti and the others bought her from Wanwu... Of course, most of them ended up in the stomach of the dagger.

The judge poured the gold flat sugar in the cloth bag into the sugar bowl, plugged the cork, and tied the light blue knot on the cloth bag to the sugar bowl. The rustling sound made people involuntarily soften their hearts.

……

On the other end, Mustache walked hurriedly into the recovery room, threw the main body and scabbard into the pool, and walked in with a dull head.

A certain cyan-colored sword was about to come out, seeing him coming in a hurry, he was surprised and said, "Muschicutian? You don't need to go out today, are you injured?"

"It's just a small injury." Mustache didn't say much, and went to take off his clothes and take a shower, and quickly walked into the pool without wearing a towel.

When he sat down by the pool, he breathed a long sigh of relief, his mind calmed down after soaking in the hot water, and he was finally able to start working.

...Is this considered to be a runaway?Why does it always feel like deja vu?

Mustache thought, and then recalled that the last time he had this feeling of escape, he was also in this restoration pool, and she grabbed his towel in his hand and beat him, but she was the one who fled in despair.

The beating of the heart sounded again in his ear, and Hug cut off a handful of water and splashed it on his face. After opening his eyes, he looked at the rippling water surface, and suddenly remembered what he fished out of the water last time—a pair of wooden clogs , her clogs.

He clearly remembered that the bottom of the clogs was black, and the lace was rose red. When he hugged her, he held the clogs in his hands. At that time, the person in his arms was as warm as she is today, hooked by his fingers The clogs between them swayed and collided with the steps, making a crisp sound.

Now his heartbeat couldn't stop at all, and it was getting faster and faster.Hidekiri bent down, and for a while, in his mind was the happy face of the judge who was close at hand today, and for a while, she was nervous and bewildered that night...

He buried his face in the water, covered his face with his hands, and slid them into his hair.When he raised his head, he brushed his wet hair back, and the hand on the side of his head could feel the temperature of his brain burning at this moment.

Hidekiri looked at his distorted and blurred reflection in the water, and found himself blushing terribly, not surprisingly.

Three big words crashed into his mind - I'm done, he thought so... I like this woman.

Liking can also be interpreted as affection, love, and appreciation, but while listening to the beating of his heart, he calmly asked himself in his heart: Gao Tianyuan... can he get married?

The author has something to say: Gao Tianyuan: No