save the judge

When the mountain-like monster toppled down, amidst the roaring smoke and the gushing blood, Higaki raised his head as if aware of it, and looked towards this side. Through the splashing mud, he could only Seeing Jingujiquan standing far away, the floating dust blocked his view of the other party's expression, but for some reason, a sharp chill shot down his spine for an instant.

Tamamo's sleeves fluttered in front of him, unlike Hikiri who needed a landing process, he stepped on the air with his toes, and the wooden clogs obviously made no sound when they stepped on the air, but because of this graceful posture, it seemed to be graceful and The majestic light bumping sound rippled, and he stepped on the air with a wonderful rhythm that was too soft and dignified, and crossed a road that was too long for human beings in an instant. The ancient and beautiful face and the Jinguji spring Get close enough to feel the other person's breath.

"Long time no see." The slightly hoarse voice has a wonderful retroflex sound, and the speed of the big demon's words and sentences is a bit slow, as if he is carefully thinking about the arrangement of each word and sentence, like a person meeting the monarch for the first time A subject, a young man facing his sweetheart, a suitor who is eager to offer his heart and roses but is afraid of being rejected.

He is both proud and humble.

This kind of posture appeared contradictory and harmonious on Tamazamo Mae, making this big demon who carelessly disturbed the world/love situation unexpectedly more human.

"...I miss you so much."

The big demon swept Jingujiquan's cheeks inch by inch with his soft eyes. This face was not very similar to the face in Heianjing, but what he saw was always the shining soul under the skin—— Starlight is brighter and gentler than sunlight.

"Yan Xing admires day and night, and Zhi Ji faces each other day and night, and they meet once a year."

The glamorous daemon recited the ancient waka that has been handed down in Heianjing, where the golden lanterns replaced the moon, and his eyes moved, like teasing, or complaining to his lover: "You want to ask travelers about your hometown, but you don't remember Heianjing?"

The big demon who is accustomed to controlling people's hearts faces the blood and wind and smoke that have not dissipated, walks through the battlefield full of thorns, and comes to you, and narrates such a short song full of affectionate sighs. He holds power and authority, but he only has you in his eyes. This kind of impact may make many people reach a psychological climax in an instant.

—his heart beat faster for a brief moment.

In the next second, the heart that had been beating for a while was torn to pieces by the undercurrent of the vortex, and a brand new one was condensed in an instant.

"It is you……"

Jingujiquan narrowed his eyes, although Tamamomae followed him to and fro in the gap of time and space, but said coldly, for Jingujiizumi, Tamamomae was just his old friend who had a lot of intersections in a certain world, and There is no difference between Munakata Reiji, Nakahara Chuya, and even Takasugi Shinsuke.

Having said that, Yu Zaoqian's face did have the ability to make people unforgettable, and he quickly pulled it out of his memory.

"Didn't Seimei stop you?" Jingongjiquan could only react to his sudden appearance in front of her.

Yuzao's expression froze for a moment, and an unstoppable surge of anger surged on his body in an instant, as if a wild beast in the forest was about to spring its claws at its prey. This bloody aura only appeared for a short moment, as quickly as if It's an illusion.

He looked at Jingujiquan with a strange look, which contained the most beautiful love and the most cruel hatred.

Then, the extremely gentle gentleness covered up these intense emotions again, Tamazamae put on a still gorgeous smile: "When we meet again, did you mention someone else's name first, it really makes me sad."

Are you and I just a dispensable "other"?

It really made me lose my soul and hurt my heart.

Jingujiquan no longer paid attention to the change in his expression, but stretched out his hand towards him.

Palms facing up, a asking gesture.

"What do you want?" No matter what it is, I will fetch it for you.

The voice in front of Tamamo was moist and warm, like drops of hot springs dripping on the skin, enough to arouse involuntary shudders.

"I think the master is probably Tsurumaru Kuninaga in your hand." Higakiri inspected the corpse of the dead monster, and when he came back here, he heard the big fox spare no effort to seduce his lord, and couldn't help but Youyou interjected.

The corner of Tamamomae's mouth, which was dyed Komachi red, twitched.

Because judging from Jingujiquan's line of sight - it really is!

...Ah, so angry.

Jingu Jiquan held Tsurumaru Kunei in his hand, and his eyes were blank for a moment.

It was just a very short moment, even Hikiri and Tamamomae didn't notice it.

"Let's go," he looked around nonchalantly, "solve the matter here, and then we'll go back to Honmaru."

Higakiri never questioned his decision, and Tamamomae didn't feel that there was anything wrong with it. Unlike the thrilling experience when they came, they left almost smoothly, there was no mist that obscured the vision and confused the direction, and there were no various shelters that appeared and disappeared. They just stepped out of the gate of this abandoned hospital in a bland manner.

Jinguji Izumi's hand holding the blade of the Tsurumaru sword was a little tight. He knew the sharpness of Higekiri and Tamamomae, and he had tried his best to make himself look normal, but the instinct of his body still made him involuntarily clenched the sword in his hand.

He tried to send spiritual power into the sword just now, but was rejected.

——Tsurumaru, rejecting him.

No, more precisely, it is better to say that they are resisting each other.

The spiritual power that has not yet stabilized has a completely different sense of sharpness from the past. It confronted the spiritual power stored in the opponent's body the moment it penetrated into Fu Sangshen's body. Both sides were fighting fiercely. Gongjiquan's prediction also aroused the instinctive resistance of the sleeping Tsurumaru.

In the case of a contract, the spiritual powers of Fu Sangshen and the judge actually started to confront each other, which is simply unheard of.

He stroked Tsurumaru's scabbard with his fingers, feeling mixed feelings in his heart.

He sort of understands why, the spiritual power required to maintain the contract must be very stable and cannot produce any changes, because in any event on the spiritual power side, change means danger, and spiritual power fluctuations are more important than any other factor. As a reliable proof of identity, it is like a gene. Do a person's genes change when he is young and when he is old?In the same way, it is impossible to change spiritual power fluctuations.

And his current spiritual power is changing.

He's becoming... very dangerous.

The contract, on the other hand, questioned his ever-changing spiritual power.

He had a vague premonition that the fate between him and them might end today.

Jingujiquan felt a little empty in his heart, and this emptiness briefly occupied his reason filled with hatred and malice, allowing him to find a little light of tenderness and sadness in a filthy quagmire.

He's sure they love him like he thinks of them as family.

The contract connecting him and Honmaru was fading, and the crumbling chains were washed away by the violent spiritual power, and he couldn't see clearly the bright stars hanging above the sea of ​​consciousness.

After the chain was broken, he could no longer find the anchor point of Honmaru, whose traces were constantly changing in the space-time vortex.

Jingujiquan realized this.

But his expression didn't change in any way.

He is about to set foot on his own battlefield, and they should have a better master, unlike him who always brings them danger and can't accompany them, their master should treat them better and accompany them for a long time Watching them, they should patiently chat and laugh with the daggers, accompany them for a walk in ten thousand houses, or take them to their own home in the present world to meet more people.

In short... They are so good, they really shouldn't be dragged down by him.

Just like every time in the world before, no matter how good people he meets, he will always leave in the end.

He thought he would finally have a home after meeting them, but now he suddenly realized that the home that could accommodate him had long since disappeared, he escaped from there, and one day he would go back——

It's the same as his long-standing obsession.

He wants to go home.

Hikakiri, who was following behind him, stared at Jingujiquan's back, and suddenly asked: "Did the Patriarch meet someone worthy of nostalgia this time?"

Jingongjiquan was immersed in his own thoughts, and he took a while to respond: "Um... what?"

Mustache rubbed his thumb against the hilt of his knife, his long hair swayed behind his back, the silvery white color was like mist and frost and snow, which set off the strange beauty of his face, but when he smiled, he was still surprised. There is a kind of innocent sweetness: "You didn't hang around in these worlds before, we found you, and then you went back with us... What is it this time, that made you change your mind, you have to 'solve the things here' first Woolen cloth?"

That's right, Izumi Jinguji had never stayed in any world before. To be precise, he wished to return to Honmaru as soon as possible, just like in the Edo period before, as soon as Higakiri found him, he followed the other party. Even Sakata Gintoki who was circling above his head didn't bother.

But now he said that he would solve the matter here, this reason is really far-fetched in comparison.

Jingujiquan stopped in his tracks.

Higakiri and Tamamomae also stood still at the same time, neither of them spoke.

Mustache had sounded the alarm frantically in his heart, but he couldn't find out what the problem was, so he could only stare closely at the back of the person in front of him.

——How sad, as a sharp blade that can cut through all crises, he can only stare helplessly at the one he loves.

Tamazamo squinted his eyes, and suddenly raised a hand to touch Jingujiquan's exposed neck, but the other party seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly raised Tsurumaru Kuninaga in his hand, blocking the finger.

The two were deadlocked.

Yu Zaoqian is so smart, even if he doesn't need to touch it with his own hands to find evidence, he can still get the information he wants from this action.

He frowned first, and then suddenly said: "You—"

"I'm fine." Jingujiquan stared at him coldly.

After Higakiri fell into the dark, he could no longer obtain spiritual power from Jingujiquan. The contract between them had long been so weak that it was almost invisible. Therefore, compared to other fusangshen, he had not yet noticed the spiritual power of Jingujiquan. upheaval.

Fu Sangshen's eyes went back and forth twice on Jingongjiquan and Yuzao's former body, and then took a breath.

He subconsciously wanted to grab Jingujiquan's hand.

The dark-haired human took another step back, avoiding his touch.

"I thought that if you can wake up, it means...your condition has improved." Mustache cut his voice hoarse, and he even had to pause halfway through his speech, as if he could gain strength from it, and continued to finish speaking What I want to say.

He forgot that maybe this kind of waking up was because the situation had deteriorated to the point where even a coma couldn't stop him.

He took a deep breath and his expression became grim.

Such an expression has never appeared on Higiri, he is like a piece of sweet candy, lazily melting in the sun, always has a warm and melting texture, it is like this before the dark fall, and it is still the same after the dark fall.

This Zhendaojian is used to pretending to be harmless and gentle, but he is still a famous sword with a sharp edge after all.

The blood of evil spirits, blades and flames of war, these are the things that are branded in his soul.

"You shouldn't have walked this path." He whispered slowly, and it took all his strength to suppress the violent urge to bloodthirsty below his rationality.

"There is nothing you should or shouldn't do, Higiri." Jingujiquan said calmly, almost calmly.

"I think this is very good. I shouldn't take you with me. The next god judge will probably not accept you. Maybe I can take you with me?" Tamamomae was a little dazed, but relying on his intuition, he could probably hear that Jingu Jiquan was going to do something extremely dangerous.

For this matter, he even had to give up all the fusangshen in that pill.

——Although Tamamomae insisted that those fusangshen were weak and useless, he also knew how much his half body cherished them.

So, how dangerous this matter is, he can already sniff out a thing or two from it.

However, he didn't speak, a subtle golden light flashed in his long and narrow fox eyes, and his bright red lips were like a rose, he looked strangely calm now.

The proposal given by Izumi Jinguji was unexpected by Higakiri. The two looked at each other, with a pair of dark red pupils full of storms, and a pair of black eyes full of calm.

It was Higiri who looked away first.

Like a child, Fu Sangshen with snow-white hair lowered his proud head in a humble and attached way: "...then please take me with you."

No matter the road ahead is mountains or sea waves, I will cut it open for you.

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Honmaru, which used to be bustling and noisy, is now silent.

The light gray mist is lazily billowing out, and the fusangshen who fell everywhere have fallen into a deep sleep, and they are lingering in the eternal land of nothingness without consciousness, tying them and the god judges with chains It is rapidly being corroded and dissolved, and the whole building is slowly separating from the anchor point. This process does not reflect on the material, but belongs to the decomposition of the "spiritual" level.

The spiritual power of the god judge gives Honmaru a fixed anchor point in the turbulent flow of time and space. When this spiritual power changes, the anchor point loses its fixed function, and Honmaru who still has Fusangshen alive will follow the established plan. The program goes to Shizheng's recycling site.

——After the god judge dies or disappears in battle, Honmaru will be taken back by Shizheng following this procedure, unless there is no Fusangshin left in it.

"Tattoo."

The copper door knocker knocked on the vermilion wooden door, and the abrupt sound echoed in the quiet and empty Honmaru, like an unexpected knock on the door in a haunted house, sending chills down the spine.

"Tattoo."

The person who knocked on the door was very polite and patient, and knocked on the door again at regular intervals.

In the huge building, there are only the rustling of cherry blossoms falling, and the ding-dong of startled deer in the courtyard.

The person standing outside the door paused.

At the moment of magic, the setting sun shone on his side face, drawing his figure into a long and narrow shadow on the ground.

He was wearing a political uniform, with a long knife on his waist, and a half-lit cigarette in his hand, with a decadent and lazy demeanor.

Beside him stood another person, wearing a bamboo hat, covering his bare head and half of his face, the fringe of the washed white monk's robe had begun to unravel, and in his hand was a dilapidated but starched Zen staff with a strap at the end. The earth color formed by countless times of hitting the ground.

The monk holds a long strip of Buddhist beads in his hand, and twists each rosary with his fingers unhurriedly. The wooden beads collide with each other, making regular clicking sounds, and there is a kind of hypnotic peace. A light golden halo is folded on the outer layer of the beads.

"Is there no one?"

The man with the knife on his waist sighed, as if he had expected it, and muttered to himself: "Then there is no other way, I can understand that he is going back on his word, right? Then we can only clean it up."

There was genuine regret in his tone, as if it was so difficult for him to make this decision.

The monk next to him didn't react at all to his slightly cruel words. He still counted his prayer beads peacefully and recited the Buddha's mantra in a low voice.

"Obviously you said it so sincerely last time, and you can't find anyone when you turn around. It's not at such a sensitive time. Did you report it to the current affairs? This is too stupid! It's a pity that I still plan to look at the senior Take good care of him for his face, this is too embarrassing for me." The man complained, pulling out his saber swiftly.

The sabers bestowed by Shizheng on the members of the emergency response team have the ability to break the basic barrier of the Honmaru. This is to allow them to better deal with the emergencies of each Honmaru. occasion.

"Crack-"

When his blade was an inch away from the door, it seemed to be blocked by something, and a very thin ray of light was emitted from the blade, and the barrier melted away like ice and snow, and the blade slashed straight at the door, mercilessly The land left an ugly scar on the vermilion gate.

The stubble, which is as white as bone stubble, is torn out from under the vermilion paint, and is hideously exposed in the air.

The chirping of birds in the courtyard came from inside without any hindrance. Baishi stuffed the cigarette into his mouth, and beckoned vaguely to the monks beside him: "Let's go, monk, old rules, no one will be left behind."

He put his hand on the door and pushed it hard, and the unprotected door made a soft "squeak" and opened to both sides.

He squinted his eyes and looked in, the setting sun just fell on his feet, and the orange-red light that was almost blood made him smile with an unknown meaning.

It's time for the sunset again...