[Comprehensive] If we have another possibility

After being comforted by the young man with cherry hair, Zhao Ma cheered up and began to learn some things that artifacts should know.

Bishamon is kind-hearted, and when she sees a dead soul in need of help, she will feel pity for it and collect it as a divine weapon. Therefore, even among the 800 million gods, her number of divine weapons is the majority.

With so many artifacts, it was impossible for her to take care of them all, but even so, she was busy with divine affairs and tried her best to make her artifacts live happily.

Therefore, among all the artifacts, Zhaoma, who was a newcomer and turned into a useless earring and was faintly neglected, received more attention from her.

One day in early autumn, Bishamon was rarely free, so he called his powerful artifacts, and specially called Zhaoma, wanting to take him to relax.

That day she was wearing a pink and purple floral bathrobe that matched her eyes very well. Her blond hair was braided behind her head and tied with a red headband, which looked different from usual beauty.

"Come on, Omen."

Standing in the sun, she turned around and smiled vigorously at Zhaoma, as if she was shining, making it impossible to move one's eyes away.

Zhao Ma stared at her in a daze, and before she could react, his name floated in the air with a purple-pink light, and then wrapped him up, turning him into a plain lead gray earring, pierced into it. Into Bishamon's right ear lobe.

Compared with her gorgeous attire, Zhao Ma's earrings were indeed a little cheap, which seemed extremely inappropriate.

When Daosi turned into an eagle and soared in the air with Bishamon on his back, he still couldn't help preaching to Zhaoma.Regardless of his shabby appearance, the fact that he pierced Bishamon's body made her quite annoyed.

But Bishamon, who is a god of war, didn't care about it. Facing the breeze, he said with a smile on his face, "Maybe it means 'serve the master and never leave half a step'. Well, let's think about it in the long run, there is plenty of time."

At that time, she still had the boldness, self-confidence and calmness of being the strongest warrior, and she was so beautiful.

Zhao Ma blushed quietly in the sea of ​​consciousness, and repeated in a murmur: "Serve the master, never leave half a step away..."

"—My sis is really kind."

The cold and indifferent voice rang in the ear, and the young man who had already returned to the courtyard, his cheeks were blushing with a smirk, replied with a smirk: "Yes, you are really kind."

"...The saliva is dripping down, Zhao Ma."

"what?!"

Zhao Ma immediately came back to her senses, wiped her chin frantically, and gritted her teeth after realizing that she had been cheated again, and said with a dark face, "Qing-ma! It's fun to keep teasing me, isn't it?!"

The cherry-haired youth squinted at the seductive courtyard outside, and admitted without hesitation: "Oh, yes."

Zhao Ma burst into flames: "You bastard!"

"Well." Qing Ma casually stretched out a finger to touch his forehead, her voice suddenly sank: "Since you have been treated so tenderly, you must repay my lord sister well, Zhao Ma."

Zhao Ma paused, pulled off his hand, and said firmly: "I will definitely. Even if I try my best, I must repay the master well."

Qing Ma squinted at him, waved his hands lazily, and walked towards the inner room: "Then you go on, Shan Ponytail is coming to teach you the first line soon, study hard."

"First line...?" Zhao Ma repeated suspiciously, seeing the young man with cherry hair sitting at the table and starting to read again, she couldn't help but grabbed his collar and roared: "I told you to call the senior by his name carefully. ! Also, you also go to study with me!"

"what……?"

"'Ah' what 'ah'! Come to me quickly!"

Noisy, Zhao Ma finally dragged the brother who had no motivation at all into the yard, forcing him to study with her.

The girl with a single ponytail was already waiting there, her eyes lit up when she saw the young man with cherry hair, and she waved to him happily: "Qing Ma! Do you want to learn first-line too?"

Qing Ma shook her head expressionlessly: "I don't—cough!"

The blue veins on Zhao Ma's forehead, who had bent his elbow hard, throbbed happily, forced a smile and bowed to him together: "Yes! He studied with me! Please, senior!"

The single ponytail looked hesitantly at the cherry-haired young man clutching his stomach and twitching fingertips, as if he was about to ask something, but in the end it was still selfish, he waved his hand and called them over: "Then let's start now."

"Yes!" Zhao Ma replied energetically, pulling Qing Ma's sleeves and moving over.

As I said before, the artifact with a single ponytail is in the form of a sharp spear, which is very popular with Bishamon.

She looks like a petite girl, not much younger than Zhaoma Qingma, she is a smart and precocious girl, and she has a prominent position among many artifacts.

Zhao Ma was really flattered and even a little apprehensive that such a senior was willing to teach him.

But he also understood that what this senior did was probably...

The brown-red-haired young man secretly glanced at the temporary master, and found that her eyes were basically focused on the absent-minded people around him, and secretly decided to go back and ask his brother what he thought.

...But, is mutual love between artifacts allowed?

Such doubts flashed in Zhao Ma's mind, and then his attention was attracted by areas he had never touched before.

"Listen well, the so-called "line" is the only spear that can be used by the artifact, and it is also a shield, that is the "realm".It can intercept monsters outside the realm, or draw a barrier to protect its companions. "

Single Ponytail said, raising the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, "First, put your hands in the shape of a spear, then draw a line between yourself and the monster, and at the same time shout loudly——"A line!" "

Accompanied by the girl's shout, a translucent white wall of light suddenly appeared in front of her, separating her from the two youths.

The strong wind brought by the light wall lifted his cherry-colored forehead hair and cast a blurred shadow in his bland eyes.

"Okay, that's amazing!" Zhao Ma praised in admiration.

Single ponytail suppressed his complacency and nodded reservedly.

"Did you see it? This is the 'realm'. It is a line that divides each other. Monsters cannot cross it. Moreover, this kind of power belongs only to our artifacts. Neither monsters nor gods can use it."

She looked at the two young people one by one who was eager to try and the one who was indifferent, hesitated for a while, and said to Zhaoma with some reluctance: "You should try it first."

"Okay!" Zhao Ma nodded solemnly, stretched out her finger in the posture of the single ponytail teacher, swiped hard, and shouted: "One line!"

silence.

The sparrow, who was regarded as the quarantine object, scratched the rice on the ground, raised his head and looked at the dead spirit who was frozen in place in a strange way.

The young man with cherry hair folded his hands on his chest, and said without any ups and downs in his tone, "Nothing happened, Zhaoma."

"you shut up!"

Zhaoma jumped in anger, and tried again in disbelief: "One line! One line!! One line——!!"

However, no matter how hard he tried, the realm didn't show any signs of rising, only the little sparrows twittered and ate non-stop.

Single Ponytail squatted on the ground with his hands around his knees, trying to see a little bit of white light, but he still got nothing, so he couldn't help frowning: "No, you can't help the master at all like this."

Qing Ma nodded lightly on the side: "Yes, I can't help my lord sister at all."

The corners of Zhao Ma's mouth twitched, and he squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "If you have the ability, you can try it?!"

Qing Ma's expression remained unchanged, she nodded perfunctorily: "Yes."

His indifference and indifference to learning skills not only made Zhao Ma's teeth itch with anger, but also made Shan Ponytail purse his lips in disapproval.

The two looked at each other and reached a consensus for the first time, strongly urging the young man with cherry hair to try it.

But soon, they understood why this man was so calm.

"boom--!"

In the peaceful afternoon, the violent shaking knocked over the teacup on Bishamon's table, causing her eyes to widen in surprise, and she rushed out of the room to check what happened.

Immediately afterwards, she froze.

The huge, sacred realm, the white mirror is covered with water-like spiritual power circuits, standing like a high wall in the courtyard, the soft white light goes straight to the sky, attracting the crowds of gods and artifacts from all walks of life.

"That's... the front line?" She said in disbelief, and walked over there quickly.

A few minutes later, the news that "Bishamonten's intangible useless new artifact is actually a gifted spell genius" spread like a gust of wind to every corner of Gao Tianyuan.

The newcomer's artifact, Qingma, was immediately admired by all his colleagues, and Bishamon was also very surprised.

As a martial god, she loves and admires the strong, and her attitude towards Qingma, who can intimidate others by relying on her own strength, suddenly changes.

A few days later, a strange prayer was received in the shrine of Bishamonten. The Taoist in charge of the review was about to throw away the prayer, but was stopped by Bishamon who happened to be passing by.

She took the worn-out painted horse with a wish on it, pondered for a while, and then ordered: "Call Qing Ma, and let him fulfill this wish."

Daosi immediately exaggeratedly shouted: "You mean Qingma? Master! With all due respect, how can he be qualified for this kind of work as a rookie without supernatural power?!"

"Well... yes, he really has no experience." Bishamon said thoughtfully, before Dao Si breathed a sigh of relief, she suddenly smiled and said: "Then I will go down to the realm with him to see , just to teach him some self-defense martial arts."

"Wh-Master! How can you do such a thing yourself! Besides, there are so many monsters in this world, and you bring a little ghost who can't transform, what if you encounter danger...?!"

"Okay, okay, I can just bring a few artifacts, just to deal with today's [Shihua]. That's it."

Bishamon stood up and changed his clothes, he didn't know what to think of, and there were emotions that seemed to be joyful and sad in his eyes.

"The child's words will definitely make this wish come true."

Under the Takamahara, it was late summer in the Edo period.

This is an era when everyone believes in gods. Whenever there is a disaster, the living creatures will piously pray for the help of the gods. A few come to realize it, to accumulate believers for myself, and to save all sentient beings.

When the young man with cherry hair came to the home of the boy who was selected by Bishamon this time, he immediately smelled a festering smell that was not very pleasant.

He lay down by the window and looked at the old woman lying on the straw mat against the wall. His eyes saw her swollen lower body from her pale face, and his green eyes revealed deep thought.

"How about it, can you cure it?"

Bishamon ordered the other artifacts to look around, and he himself was wearing a half-shoulder white kimono, standing beside Kiyoma and asking softly.

The young man with cherry hair looked at the old woman's body and nodded quietly.

As soon as Bishamon spoke, a fragrant breeze surged in the air.

The shabby-dressed boy who was taking care of the old woman sensed it, put down the bowl, walked quickly to the window, and closed the window under the watchful eyes of Kiyoma and Bishamon.

Qing Ma took a step back, blinked at the closed thatched window, and said with a sense of comprehension: "The living really can't see us."

"To be precise, it's not invisible, but hard to notice."

Bishamon glanced at his expression and found nothing unusual before continuing:

"If you think about it carefully, it's also difficult for you to remember the looks of strangers you pass by, right? The living people usually don't notice us, but once they find out, they will treat us as ordinary people, but they will immediately Forget. The people on the other side of us exist like this."

"..." The young man with cherry hair looked at her quietly for a while, then nodded slowly, indicating that he understood.

He walked to the door and continued to observe the seriously ill old woman. The name of her disease and several methods of treatment automatically appeared in his mind.And there is...

"My sis knows that I can heal diseases, so you brought me here?"

He suddenly opened his mouth calmly, and pointed out what he had discovered.

He turned his head to look at the god whose eyes trembled slightly, his deep green eyes were like a bottomless pool of water.

"—Sister, do you know what happened when I was alive?"

As the sun was getting lower, the young man in a grass-green kimono carried a bamboo basket and a medicine hoe, rummaging around in the forest, looking for herbs.

He stayed by a big tree, looked down at a cluster of anti-inflammatory herbs for a while, and suddenly said coldly: "Do you think I won't find out if you sit there?"

There was silence all around, save for the rustling of the trees breathing.

The cherry-haired young man sighed slightly, and looked up at the person sitting on the treetop looking down at him.

No, it's not a person. He exudes a refreshing fragrance that all gods have. It is different from the fragrance of Bishamon, but it is as quiet and beautiful.

It was a god wearing a black and blue kimono with a small knot in the back of his head, who looked no more than ten years old.

"It's almost dusk, this Lord God who has been with me for a day...doesn't matter if you don't summon your own artifact?"

Qing Ma glanced at him, then lowered her head again, and said indifferently.

However, before he lowered his head, his gaze paused for a moment on the ice blue eyes of the gods.

The young god was silent for a while, shifted his gaze slightly, and said in a low voice: "You, it's better not to try to find out what happened before you were alive."

Qing Ma kept moving, and asked casually, "Why?"

The god frowned a little irritably, his outstanding and handsome facial features flashed a little haze for a moment, jumped off the tree and said in a slightly cold tone: "No reason, believe it or not."

The young man with cherry hair stared at his back thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "You came here to warn me because you know the consequences?"

With his back turned to him, the god remained silent for no apparent reason.

Qing Ma looked at him for a while, then said calmly, "I see. Thank you for your concern."

The emaciated god froze slightly when he heard the words, and said in a blunt tone at the beginning: "I just can't see that your master will fall because of such a stupid artifact like you... Don't be sentimental!"

Qing Ma blinked, doubtfully denying: "No, I didn't—"

"That's it! I'm leaving! Thank you Dade for becoming my follower, Lord Yato, don't miss me too much!"

Before he could finish speaking, the young god hurriedly waved his hand, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

However, before he disappeared, Qing Ma saw a small red ear tip under his short flying purple hair.

"Ye Fighting God...?"

He repeated to himself, thinking coolly in his heart——

Never heard of it.

The author has something to say: Yato, who was stabbed fiercely in the center by a cold arrow: ... [Fade tragically]

Little Science

The so-called [time change]: refers to the phenomenon that a large number of monsters run out of the underworld and endanger the human world.Occurs mostly at dusk.As the strongest warrior, Bishamonten is mainly responsible for hunting monsters, and Shihua is her busiest time.

In addition, the artifact with a single ponytail has completed the setting in the last few episodes, it is called Xunma, and the artifact is in the shape of a pot lid... I will not change this bug, as long as everyone knows it.