save the judge

cheated.

You must have been cheated!

Jinguji Izumi sat in Higakiri's arms expressionlessly, Fu Sangshen smiled and gave the peanuts stripped of his thin clothes to his mouth, Jinguji Izumi opened his mouth to take it dumbly. Sparks were about to burst out of the eyes, and the cool, sharp blades swished toward Mustache.

If eyes were tangible, Mustache would be no better than a sieve by now.

So, why exactly did this happen.

Jingujiquan painfully recalled the memories of an hour ago, how did he get taken into the ditch by mustache cut out of nowhere?This old knife is too damn foolish!

Well, even if he may indeed have a little bit of unspeakable psychology towards Higaki... But how could he be inexplicably tricked into saying such shameful words?

Especially Yaoken and Shinano are at the door!

It's fine if he's a human being and didn't notice it, but Hidekiri knew it and didn't say a word!

He was definitely intoxicated by this man!

Just as he was thinking angrily, the silver-haired Fu Sangshen closed the cloak on Jingujiquan's body with one hand, and with the other hand, he calmly picked up the cloak on the small table while firing the dagger twice as fast. In the soup bowl, I gently stirred the clarified soup twice, and the rich aroma melted into a white mist and floated up.

"Patriarch, have a sip of soup?"

He completely ignored the gaze attack from the opposite side, and his smile became even sweeter, with a shameless temperament of "you don't like me, just hit me if you have the ability, slightly slightly", but I have to say, mustache cut It was really good-looking, and it was the kind of face that would make Jingujiquan retreat unconditionally, so even though he knew that there was something hard to explain under his smiling face, Jingujiquan couldn't refuse this sentence.

—So he is still a face control?Why didn't you find out before?I didn't see this kind of situation when facing Sanriyue!

Yao Yan watched the interaction between the two opposite people, closed his eyes that were about to go blind, took off his glasses, and took a deep breath: "Higakiri, please restrain yourself a little bit."

The always calm Dagger almost gritted his teeth at the end, squeezed out broken syllables word by word between his teeth, wishing he could grind the moustaches as words to say several times in his mouth before spitting them out.

The thick-skinned Taidao just lowered his eyelids a little bit, with an innocent face: "Huh? I didn't do anything, you go on. Come, Patriarch, take one last bite."

The blue veins on Shinano's forehead cracked, he slapped the table and was about to jump up and stab the flamboyant guy on the opposite side to death, but was pressed down by Yaken's hands and feet.

In the end, the thin-skinned Jingujiquan blocked the mustache-cut mouth with an apple to control the situation.

"This time, there is no need to report to Shizheng."

It was Jingujiquan who started it. He came to this conclusion after careful consideration. When he told the fusangshen about Shiraishi a few days ago, they were divided into two factions on whether they needed to inform the current affairs. They think that it is the most powerful to get official support, while the other part points out that they can't even tell who is from the retrograde army.

This is also the most practical question.

They have all been exposed to the enemy's sight, while the opponent is still hidden in the thick fog.

Yao Yan nodded: "It's true that we can't announce the current affairs rashly like this, but we should also start to make some preparations. Baishi will come soon. If you can't agree with him, we may face war immediately."

"And it is a war in which there is absolutely no chance of retreat." Shinano added.

Jingujiquan pondered for a while: "Speaking of this, I originally planned to find a way to get Tsurumaru back in the next few days. It seems that it should be a little later, when the situation subsides."

The two shake short swords exchanged glances, Yaken fiddled with his glasses flexibly with his fingers: "Well... I know that you are worried about the safety of Tsurumaru Temple, General, so you want to let him leave the battlefield, but let me say... ..."

"He won't be happy about it!" Shinano opened his eyes wide, with his hands propped on the ground, coupled with his sitting cross-legged posture, he looked like a well-behaved puppy.

"Let's not talk about his personality. No matter who it is, knowing that he was excluded when the lord is in trouble, he will be so angry that he will go crazy." The red-haired dagger said sympathetically.

Jingongjiquan didn't think about it, and didn't know what to say for a while, but he never felt that there was a problem with his point of view. It's good to be able to live, and other honors and integrity should be put in the second place. Just think about it.

It's just that Yaoyan and the others don't think so, and the disapproval in their eyes is about to overflow.

He knew that if it was his decision, they would obey it unconditionally, but he still hoped to get their heartfelt approval.

"But last time Yaken didn't agree with me to go back to Tsurumaru." He thought for a long time, and retorted weakly, trying to let Yaken and the others skip this issue without touching the fundamental position.

"No. It's different. Last time it was because your body didn't recover. It's the same this time. We only ask you in consideration of your body. If you have such an opportunity, please don't do it." That wrong choice."

Yaoyan's attitude was a bit exaggerated, not as if he was speaking for a colleague with a better relationship, but more like fighting for himself.

The black-haired dagger bowed to the ground in perfect etiquette: "Similarly, no matter what choice you make, please don't exclude us. We are your sword, and it is right to break it for you."

What he said was meaningful, and Jingujiquan's heart skipped a beat for a moment, thinking he knew something.

When Yaoken and Shinano went out, Jingujiquan still couldn't recover, dutifully swayed with his back and hugged him, put his chin on the top of his head, and let out a low laugh from his chest: "Surprised? "

Jingujiquan pursed his lips and did not speak.

Mustache didn't take it seriously: "They are much more sensitive than you think, especially when it comes to your problems."

The surrounded humans hesitated for a long time before asking softly: "You...do you also think that I shouldn't hide it from them?"

Hidekiri picked up his hand casually, as if studying something very interesting, pinched his fingertips, and then rubbed his palm: "What are you talking about? Don't let Tsurumaru come back? Or do you plan to Use Baishi to break into the enemy's interior alone?"

He sighed leisurely, with a tone of smile and helplessness: "Sometimes I really don't understand, you clearly regard survival as so important, why do you instinctively protect others when you are in danger?"

These are two completely opposite directions, but they are strangely and ingeniously merged in Jingujiquan.

Mustache cut his eyes down, his light silver eyelashes drooped long, like a layer of silvery tulle fell in front of his pupils: "I don't care if you let that guy back, and I don't care if you are willing to send that guy back." Tell others about your own plan, if you want me to say it, I want you to only rely on me, belong to me, and talk to me is enough."

Fu Sangshen spoke this kind of dark words, but his expression was still calm and composed, as if he was reading serious literature.

"But I want you to live well. If you want to achieve such a goal, you can only put my ridiculous possessiveness behind, don't you, Patriarch?"

He also used the tone of asking for opinions in a good mood, and at some point his right hand had slipped smoothly into Jingujiquan's fingers, interlocking his fingers firmly.

He wanted to hide his lord in his arms like crazy, in a dream that only he knew, and let him face his emotions, nightmares and joys, sorrows and joys, everything All should be for themselves.

But he can't.

He can't guarantee that Jinguji spring can be completely protected in the storm, and he can't let him curl up alone in his cage for the rest of his life.

So he could only trample the beast in his heart into the mud, stab it in the heart with a sharp blade and a sword, and learn how to cherish his Patriarch with the help of that waking pain.

Who told him that the person he loves is covered with a shell of egoism, but underneath it hides the softest heart that is sympathetic to the world.

****

Higakiri's answer was ambiguous, but Jingujiquan heard disapproval from it, which made him a little shaken.

Calling Tsurumaru back from Heian-kyo sounds very simple. Jingu Jiquan tried his best to recall the feeling of summoning Fusangshin from Honmaru a few times ago, desperately trying to replicate that feeling, but unfortunately failed several times in a row up.

His mind was full of miscellaneous things, from Baishi to his mother and then to his mother's broken mustache, and finally the thought that those sword fragments had not been found for burial, all kinds of miscellaneous thoughts filled his mind , so that he can't always concentrate on Tsurumaru.

In the end, he had to admit that, in the end, he still didn't want to get Tsurumaru back.

At least he's safe in Heian-kyo.

Jingujiquan comforted himself with this reason.

With Abe Seimei here, even if the spiritual power of the god judge is broken, that great onmyoji will definitely find a way to continue Fusangshen's spiritual body, so that the sword will not be broken.

"In the final analysis, your thoughts can be regarded as arbitrary." After the sixth failure, San Riyue, who was by the side, held a teacup and said these words with a smile.

"Although I won't be angry, but this is too much, isn't it Mikazuki?" Jingu Jiquan reluctantly gave up trying, moved to the edge of Mikazuki, pinched a piece of red bean Daifuku and stuffed it into his mouth, the sweet bean paste was in his mouth When it blooms, the dense and thick red bean flavor fills the whole taste buds in an instant, but it is not too sweet and not too thick. The flexibility of the crystal skin filling is also just right, and the craftsmanship of candlestick cutting has improved again.

Fu Sangshen, with dark blue hair, half-closed his eyes, with a bright and gentle crescent moon in his eyes: "Hahaha, is that so, then I would like to thank my lord for forgiving me, an old man who can't speak."

Jingongjiquan snorted, oh shit, this Zhenping old knife is the most talkative Fu Sangshen in this pill.

By the way, the one ranked number one is being forced back into the body by him to recuperate and recuperate to reduce the degree of dark fall.

"However, your thoughts are also understandable. It is always good to be considerate of others. You are just too kind."

Sankaiyue used "benevolence", a very subtle word, Jingujiquan didn't like it, it still sounded like a high-ranking person giving alms to a low-ranking person.

"We are equal..." Jingujiquan repeated this sentence again.

It is undeniable that when he heard the word "mercy", he felt a prick in the heart.

Like non-derogatory sarcasm.

Sanriyue nodded: "Yes, I know what you mean. However, your behavior," he raised his hands openly and spread out, making a gesture of one high and one low, "you put what you think, 'to us Well' on top of ourselves, you understand?"

This sentence was a bit awkward to say, but Jingongjiquan understood it in seconds. He didn't say anything, but frowned.

"You should trust us more, just like we trust you. We love you no less than you love us." Fu Sangshen, who has gone through thousands of years, spoke unhurriedly, as if at any time Smile everywhere.

Jingu Jiquan at the side reached out to pick up an red bean Daifuku, took a bite, stretched out his free left hand, and subconsciously picked up another one. Mikazuki, who was drinking tea, blinked and looked at the empty small plate. The distress on his face became a little more sincere.

In fact, I was not convinced by Sanriyue.

Jingujiquan held the increasingly rich golden light ball in his hand and said to himself in his heart.

I just need the explanation of the person concerned, that's it, I don't want to control them, and I don't want to put my will above them...

——Well, in fact, he knew what Tsurumaru would choose without asking.

Jingujiquan closed his eyes, breathed calmly, increased the output of spiritual power, and at the same time searched for the light spot belonging to Tsurumaru in his mind.

The starry sky in my mind stretches and stretches, and the twinkling stars are connected and stretched, and each one is breathing steadily.

This is not, this is not, this is not...

He could feel his soul floating up, as if You Yun couldn't wait to blend into this unfettered space, he wanted to get rid of the shackles of his body and go to a more free place——

and many more? !

He is not!He didn't!He did not want!

Jingujiquan was terrified and wanted to take back his spiritual power. In the next second, a familiar whirling engulfed him, as if an order for a drum washing machine finally came, and he turned him around enthusiastically in just one second. An out-of-body experience.

True soul out of body.

Someone patted him on the shoulder, with a bit of doubt and caution in his tone: "Doctor? What's wrong with you?"

Jingujiquan refuses to open his eyes to reality.

It seems that as long as he doesn't open his eyes, he is still a weak flower blooming in the pill, and he doesn't have to face the combo of blows from reality.