save the judge

In that space independent of the years, there was a time when Hikari, who was on the verge of being broken, guarded the yellowed and incomplete memory, waiting for the arrival of someone who could end him.

And when he greeted his long-awaited long-awaited dream, light and beautiful light spots burst out from the broken blade, and each star was an unforgettable memory. When he shot out, he bumped into a star in his palm, and what was reflected was Sanriyue's face.

The cyan blue hunting clothes were almost exactly the same as now, with blood stains on the big sleeves, dark blue hair against fair cheeks, calm and wide eyes with crescent moons in them, possessing a unique and extraordinary bearing.

He seemed to be standing on a battlefield, the sky behind him was gloomy and pressing down, ominous purple arcs were flowing in the cloudy clouds, bone spurs and ferocious ghosts landed in the vortex, the buildings behind him were dilapidated, fallen corpses and stumps Everywhere within sight, blood was flowing down the eaves.

The beautiful and dignified One of the Five Swords of the World calmly and peacefully spread his hands slightly, the blade in his hand still had blood foam that had not been shaken off, he stood calmly, still beautiful and full of aura.

"kill me."

There is no sound in the fragments in the memory, but Jingongjiquan felt as if he heard the roar from the past at this moment, echoing endlessly in his ears.

"kill me."

"kill me!"

The crescent moon in front of him still smiled slyly like a ghost, with a huge wound lying across his body, he opened his mouth, and the whistling wind and eddy current smashed the precarious barrier of Jinguji spring in one fell swoop!

The human youth's pupils suddenly constricted.

The torrent carried the fragrance of spring flowers through his mouth and nose, and his light soul lost its weight, floating up and down in the boundless ocean...

The past, which he thought he had forgotten long ago, was churned up by the deep sea, and it flew beside him like foam. The woman with a little scar at the end of her eyes bent down, her brightly colored sleeves were folded in her arms, and a snow-white The crane was singing with its head raised, and she was smiling at him with her head down, her appearance was delicate, but her temperament was sassy and sharp.

She stretched out a hand towards him, proudly showing off a handful of brightly colored candies in her hand like a mischievous child: "Baijiang is so pitiful, there are such delicious candies but you can't eat them." , what should I do, then let my mother reluctantly show it to Bai Jiang~"

The child who was bullied by her couldn't even speak a big bag of tears in his eyes, and pitifully wiped his face with his dirty little hands, rubbing a streak of dust on his round face.

"General, if you keep teasing, you will really cry?"

The boy leaning on the side flipping through the book calmly reminded him.

The young man who was sitting with him sorting out the documents had a serious face, short coal-gray hair neatly trimmed, but his eyes always glanced here and there restlessly. Seeing the child's mouth pouted, he immediately moved his body uneasily , couldn't help but say: "Master..."

"Hasebe, don't talk, this brat is pretending to cry because you are here!" The woman stopped the subordinate's words, and the young man looked at her in embarrassment, and then at the child who was looking at him full of hope. I feel that I have been tormented like never before.

"This, this is really..."

If you speak for the little lord, it is against the wishes of the lord, if you listen to the lord, it will not live up to the expectations of the little lord!

Ah!

Why did God arrange such a dilemma for him after Nobunaga!

The honest man Hasebe suddenly fell into self-torture.

Before he could come to a result from the torture, the curtain door moved, and a light pink cherry blossom fell in through the gap, then two, three... More and more flowers rushed in, The thin door leaf was squeezed open unbearably, and the fresh and tender flowers poured in like a tidal wave, like a spring being poured into the room.

The five-fold small Japanese room was instantly occupied by a huge sea of ​​flowers. The flowers that did not exceed the adult's ankle were replaced on the child's body, but covered half of the calf. The little boy was so surprised that he forgot to cry and opened his mouth halfway Stupidly looking at the door that suddenly started to spit out flowers, his eyes widened.

"Ah, Baoding, you stepped on my foot!"

A small whimper sounded outside the door.

"It's Aizen who's squeezing me! Ouch, don't come here, don't come here, I'm going to step on the basket, ahhhhhhh!"

There was a riot of soldiers and horses outside, and after a jingle, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, a pair of hands in white gloves clasped the edge of the door, and opened the door.

Fu Sangshen, dressed in gorgeous and rigorous military uniform, stood outside, holding his dejected younger brother, with an embarrassed smile on his face: "I'm sorry my brothers have caused you trouble, I'll go back and discipline them properly."

The young boys behind him stood in a row, winked and grinned at the children inside where the elder brother could not see, and made faces at the children inside. The most courageous Ranto Shiro put his hands behind his back and acted like a baby to the parents: "No You're making trouble, you're making a birthday surprise for Bai Jiang!"

In the first phase, the corner of his mouth twitched, and without changing his face, he stretched out a hand to hold his brother's head, turned to the back, and lowered his voice: "When I came back, I saw His Highness Ishikirimaru looking for someone to pull him out. The flowers in the flower bed are gone, do you want to explain it?"

Ranto Shiro immediately fell silent, stuck out his tongue coquettishly, and hugged his brother's thigh fawningly: "Brother [-], brother [-]!"

Yizhen hadn't spoken in the first issue, and Yaoken, who had been silent in the room, closed the book with a crisp sound. He pushed down his glasses and cleared his throat.

The short knives who were still making faces outside immediately raised their chests, looked ahead, and put on a cute and serious look.

Yao Yan looked at his brothers, shook his head helplessly, then lowered his eyes to read the reports piled up on the table.

"Wow!"

The child, who was so unresponsive that he could circle around the hommaru, realized what happened at this moment, his eyes sparkled like light: "Huahua!"

The child who was still a little lisp was fond of repeating words when he spoke, and he bent down clumsily. The little chubby held a bouquet of flowers in his hands, stared at it for a few seconds, and then exclaimed foolishly: "Wow!"

The crying mood that was teased by his mother just now disappeared, and he subconsciously wanted to share the good things with the person he loved the most, so he carefully raised a pair of chubby hands and approached his mother: "Huahua!"

Holding only four or five petals in his small hands, he approached as if offering a treasure, and his big round eyes were full of stars: "Huahua! To mom!"

Before the woman's touch lasted for three seconds, the child flattered and said, "Change, Tangtang!"

Being moved becomes dumbfounding.

She bent down, put her forehead against her son, and laughed: "Cunning!"

As she said so, she still stuffed all the candy in her hand into the small cloth bag hanging by her son's waist, and put it together with a small piece of metal iron, which was polished into the shape of a tiger .In the spring morning light and the floating fragrance of flowers, she smiled softly: "Happy birthday, my baby."

——Before you were wandering, you were her most beloved baby.

The end of the words disappeared under the summer sun like light snow. The tall and slender Fu Sangshen hugged him, tucked under his arms like a big doll. He can maintain his balance calmly, and persistently stuff the nuts in his hand into his mouth while shaking his steps regularly.

Fu Sangshen with light blond hair noticed his movement, changed his posture, lifted the child by his armpit, and looked at it carefully.

The child with his fingers stuck in his mouth let him look at him ignorantly. He was wearing a festive and gorgeous golden-red kimono with big sleeves hanging down to his feet. His hair was loose and neatly tied behind his head. He is wearing a lot of flower hairpins, a flower rope is tied around his wrist, and a satin belt with the width of an adult's palm is wrapped around his stomach. Now he is like a large doll, and he was mischievously given by the gift giver. Tie a bow.

"Yeah, keep it like this!" Fu Sangshen's voice was sweet and soft, the tone that children like most.

Fu Sangshen, who was peeking at the back corner, was in a bad mood, and peeked nervously on the spot, with cat-like eyes open in panic: "Ah, ah, Anijia is really Do you want to give presents like this?! You will be beaten out by the lord with a knife! It’s all my fault, I shouldn’t listen to him to dress up the little lord like this... But, that’s Anijia’s request! As How could my brother refuse!"

Falling into self-blame, Taidao huddled in the corner of the wall, and began to ponder whether to rush up and stop the unreliable brother, or go out and block the sword when the lord came out after chasing him.

This section of the road soon came to an end, and the autumn followed by the afterglow of summer stepped into Honmaru, and the aroma in the tea room was lingering. Fu Sangshen, who was holding his big sleeve with one hand, was smiling and pouring tea for his colleague with short-haired yellow hair. On the tatami beside him, a child fell asleep in the sound of rustling rain.

——You were once their beloved child, sleeping peacefully in their eyes.

When the winter snow falls, the morning mist rises from the mountains. The long-haired Buddha knife holds the taller child in one hand, walks silently in the forest, and tells him about the disappearance in a peaceful and distant tone. The glorious people in the dust of history, after he finished speaking, he stopped, and accurately picked up a shivering chick from a pile of dead leaves beside him.

The thin snow melted in the fluff of the young birds, which caused the young birds that had not yet learned to fly to cry.

"You are a person who holds a sword, you hold a weapon and hold a sharp blade, but you must have a lotus flower in your heart. To save others, you must also save yourself."

Buddha Knife spoke softly and slowly, bent down to let the child look at the chick in his hand, and said softly: "When you grow up in the future, it will also be the object you want to protect."

So, you have to grow up well and become a very good, very good person.

The ignorant child looked at him, didn't understand the meaning of these words, but nodded obediently, watching him put the bird back into the nest, then took the warm hand, and walked towards the dense mist of the mountains .

"Are we going to keep going up? What's on it?"

The child's voice was clear and tender, and he twirled the dagger of the Buddhist beads silently and replied: "When I walked to the top of the mountain, there was a pavilion, and there was a plum blossom planted next to it. It bloomed the best these two days. Last time I promised Xiaoye that I would pick a branch and bring it back to Jiang. Put the bottle in Xuedian."

"But Zhuzhu quarreled with Xue yesterday?"

"It's Shuzhuwan and Jiang Xue." Fu Sangshen corrected the child's mistake patiently, "That's not a quarrel. There are thousands of Buddhas, and what I see is only one of them. I see my Buddha, but he sees other Buddhas, and he can see what others see See, I am grateful, just as you will see in the future, it is just a chance in the world, if someone is willing to tell you what he saw, that is a very good thing."

The child who still didn't understand raised his voice and said "Oh": "Then someone will say something different to me, should I listen to him?"

Fu Sangshen said flatly: "If he is right, you can listen to it if you want, if you are not right, you can beat him if you want."

The child wrinkled his chubby face, what Zhuzhu said was so difficult to understand... But he understood this sentence!

So he stepped into a snow nest, rolled his eyes, and said solemnly: "Zhuzhu! Then I won't write big characters today!"

The young man continued to correct without haste: "It's Shuzhuwan."

Then calmly reply to the question: "No."

The child widened his eyes as if he had been deceived: "Why! You don't have to listen to it if you say you don't want to hear it!"

Shuzhuwan replied calmly: "Yes, but you can't beat me now. Go back today and ask Zhenji to write another poem for you, and recite it before dinner."

"what?!"

What is the logic!You don’t have to listen to the right one if you don’t want to hear it, but you can call the other party to listen to you if it’s wrong—and you will be given homework!

The light tone was instantly swept away by the flowing clouds in the mountains.

——You were once the treasure they placed high hopes on, and they couldn't wait to teach you everything, expecting you to become an excellent person.

The sun and the moon rotate, spring goes and autumn comes, on an ordinary evening, there is a fiery red sunset in the sky, the door of Honmaru is knocked, and the shy boy stands at the door, showing a smile to Fu Sangshen who opened the door: "Ah, it's Qingguang, I'm here to find the teacher, is she there?"

Gunpowder smoke and flames of war pierced the gorgeous silk like a blade, tearing apart the appearance of a peaceful life. In the gloomy and depressed clouds, the woman standing upright under the sky with a horizontal knife put her hand on her son's forehead. After a short silence, Condensing thousands of words together, turning them into a faint sigh and expectation: "...live, Bai."

The lord who refused to leave led her subjects to stand on the battlefield, and the subjects who led the young lord to split the escape route covered his eyes, blocking out the bright colors that belonged to the woman at last.

During the endless running, warm liquid splashed onto his exposed skin, and Shu Zhu Wan who was holding him remained silent, and the brief second was stretched into an infinite light-year.

He heard Fu Sangshen, who had always been strict with him, call his name. He didn't say those big characters that could never be written and poems that could never be memorized. At the end of the separation, the Zhenfo knife touched his forehead. , with a solemn posture: "I will protect you with this body, and you will live in peace and health for a long time, and you will not see the eight sufferings and eight difficulties in the world."

He said softly: "...live well."

——And in the end, they all only hope that you can live well.

The boy who belonged to the boy wrapped his arms around the child's waist, picked him up and ran, Shuzhuwan stood there for a while watching him go away, chanted Nanwumiaofa Lianhua, opened his eyes for the first time, and looked at him with compassion Hell-like suffering in front of him: "The world is suffering, and we monks should save them."

The sharp knife came out of its sheath and rushed towards the sea of ​​scarlet blood.

never come back.