save the judge

Although Fu Sangshen are all handsome and extraordinary, Yao Yan still can't accept the scene where a big man is smiling at him.

He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, but didn't ask aloud.

I guess I know, the only one who can make the serious and upright Katsumaruden show such an expression is Higakiri, right? !But in this way, he became even more curious about the thoughts in the mind of the knee pill at the moment...

After thinking wildly for a while, he still didn't forget to ask about the purpose of Kenmaru's sudden arrival here.

"Ah... do you want to use the spirit of speech to wake up the general? Such an idea... no one has ever brought it up."

Yaken raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Although Fu Sangshen ranks at the bottom of Gaotianyuan, he is still considered a god with a god status. There has always been a story that there is a certain chance that people's words will be heard by the gods, and then come true, especially when speaking to a specific god. At that time, the things you said must be done, otherwise you will be retaliated by the gods.

Such legends were later used by adults to warn children that they should do what they say and not lie, and sometimes it has become synonymous with prudent words and deeds.

Such stories are most common in the Heian era. In that era when gods and ghosts coexisted, language, as a weapon used by onmyojis to release power, had incredible power. They obtained the ability to fight demons and ghosts by praying to the gods. Persevering to be strong may also achieve a certain degree of "dreams come true".

In the Kamakura period, Onmyoji has declined, and few people will mention such things again.

Most of Honmaru's swords were born after the Heian period. I don't know much about this kind of divine art that was prevalent in the past. Yakuken grew up on the battlefield. The masters he followed were people who believed in themselves more than gods, especially Oda Nobunaga is a typical example, and he doesn't have any good feelings for religion at all, so even though he is a non-scientific existence, Yakuken has never thought of borrowing spells to treat the gods from the beginning to the end.

If it weren't for the fact that both Kemaru and Yingmaru lived in the Heian period, and were enshrined in the family of Gongqing who believed in gods the most, and saw many onmyojis coming and going, they would not have proposed such a solution.

God?It's easy to handle, it's a god if you just pull one over in this pill!

The words spoken by the gods are not much worse than those of senior onmyojis who have practiced for many years.

The casserole simmering on the stove made a gurgling sound, and the whirling white smoke rose straight up. Yaoken stretched out his hand, and the water vapor emitted scalding heat, and a large number of wet water droplets quickly condensed on his gloves.

The scorching air rushes into the palm of his hand, and Yaoken's face does not change his face to remove the lid of the pot. The sword Fusangshen, who has obtained life from the flames, has a high tolerance to heat and cold. He picks up the lid with one hand and carefully observes the inside soup, and then pour [-] grams of chopped green onion, minced garlic, and ginger into it.

"It's not that we can't try it." Yao Yan put the lid on the pot, and his eyes still fell on the misty water vapor, "After all, we have no other choice."

He straightened his gloves and said softly, "If the general's soul can be recovered—"

****

Jingu Jiquan leaned against the wall, eyes half closed lazily.

He felt a little cold, probably because of the blood loss. Fortunately, the three robbers didn't have any sadism. After venting their anger by piercing two holes in his body, they ignored him and kept staring at the staff operating the system.

Jingujiquan bent one leg and casually rolled up the hem of his clothes to block the bleeding wound. The blade condensed with supernatural power was very thin, the wound was small, and the bleeding was naturally decreasing. He casually wiped the spatter with his sleeve. With a bloody chin, by the way, he smiled at the hostages who were looking at here tremblingly.

This smile combined with the blood that was not wiped clean may have a vicious effect. Even the hostages who were looking at the police officers for psychological comfort trembled visibly.

Jingongjiquan looked out the window again, the police had already arrived at the scene, the police car and the explosion-proof shield were connected together, he clicked his tongue lightly, what's the use of ordinary people...

However, he didn't worry for long. The leader over there seemed to have noticed something was wrong, and he was restraining his subordinates not to move forward, while lowering his head to contact others.

Jingongjiquan moved his body, changed into a more comfortable posture, and began to stare at the three busy robbers.

It seemed that they had also noticed the movement outside, their expressions became more and more tense, and desperate madness gradually appeared in their eyes. Jingongjiquan felt bad in his heart, and a child suddenly choked and cried.

It was the child who was caught by the armed robbers just now to threaten Jingongjiquan. He was about five or six years old, with round eyes, as if he was being controlled by the robbers who just scratched his hand. Crying unceasingly, the child's mother hugged him tightly and kept kissing his hair and cheeks, trying to stop the child from crying.

Anyone can see that the robber's mental state is very unstable, and the eyes that look at this child are becoming more and more impatient.

"It's so annoying! Cry, cry, cry, cry!" The young man with the watermelon knife had dyed his head of arrogant and dazzling blond hair. He should be the youngest of the three, so he was even more impatient than his companions.

The number of policemen outside was increasing, and the sweat on his forehead was running down his cheeks. He kept holding the hostages close to him with his feet, and the crying in his ears became louder. He finally turned his attention to the child.

The young mother frightened and resisted the robber's hand that reached into her arms to snatch the child away, and was easily kicked to the ground by the youth.

"If you want money, I can give it to you! Please, please don't...please..."

She spoke incoherently, reaching out to try to grab the young man's trouser legs.

"Of course money is needed." The young man was pleased by the hostage's begging for mercy, and smiled graciously, "As a reward, let me teach you the proper manners... For example, children should keep quiet in front of adults. !"

He took the child's arm and shook the small body vigorously, with a distorted expression: "Do you remember?!"

The child was so frightened that his cries were choked back into his throat, his small face was reddened and swollen by the airflow in his throat, his chest tightened hard, desperately absorbing the scarce oxygen, and his shoulders twitched in pain.

"Hey, you're noisy."

From a corner not far away, a hoarse voice slowly sounded.

The excited expression of the young man froze for a moment, and then turned into anger. He subconsciously threw away the child in his hand and looked back to see who was so bold, who dared to intervene at this time, and said such arrogant words.

At a glance, the anger was gone.

After all, a police officer covered in blood and sitting pitifully on the ground looked really miserable, and the joy of admiring his miserable state was enough to overwhelm the anger just now.

"I'm already like this, do you still want to save others?" He waved the watermelon knife in his hand and approached Jingongjiquan without any precautions.

After opening his mouth, Jingongjiquan, who regretted it, had a gloomy face. He didn't know what happened to him just now, but he made a noise without thinking. Compared with saving people, saving lives is obviously the top priority!

Jingu Jiquan, who was full of desire to survive, thought for a while, and said as sincerely as possible: "That's it... I think your work is very promising. I don't know if you still lack employees? I am willing to join."

The hostages next to them were all dumbfounded, staring blankly at the policeman who said the shocking words—they didn’t know what Scepter4 was, but based on the attitudes of the robbers and the uniform, they could probably deduce that this man was A policeman, but what did he say now?

Want to join the robbers? !

Is this some holiday specific joke? !

In order to survive, Jingu Jiquan, who never minded any means, showed a harmless smile at the robber.

The young man with golden hair was still shocked by his words just now, but he calmed down after seeing this smile: "Ha! It really is a trick to lower my vigilance! Do you think I will be fooled?!"

The hostages also showed "so that's the case, it's true" eyes.

Jingujiquan: No, no, I'm serious!As long as you don't come over... I'll run away if you come over again?I really ran away!I don't care about those hostages!

But when the knife fell, he still didn't use his ability.

He had died many times from disease or at the end of his life, but to be murdered like this...

The desire to survive, which has almost become instinct and obsession, screams in his body. He doesn't want to die, he wants to live, he has to live, no matter how hard or uncomfortable, he wants to live, he must live, and only when he is alive can he speak and walk before he can see the truth color, he wants to live, no matter what the price...

The supernatural power in Jingujiquan's body began to surge wildly because of his floating mind. When the knife fell an inch in front of him, a surging force exploded from his body like a storm, and the knife didn't even have time Moved away, starting directly from the tip of the knife, it shattered inch by inch towards the handle, turning into shiny powder.

Mustache, who was clearing out the criminal organization of outsiders with Daoming Temple in a certain street, suddenly raised his head as if feeling something, and looked in one direction, with a faint confusion on his fair face.

"that……"

Daoming Si put his sword back into its sheath, and leaned over curiously: "Mr. Hukiri? What are you looking at?"

Fu Sangshen with light blond hair rubbed his chin with his fingertips and tilted his head: "It feels so familiar..."

It feels very similar to his own, suddenly appearing in this time and space...

The turbulent and rolling force crazily hit this small space. In the terrified eyes of the robbers, the colorless air slowly cracked black gaps, like cracked textures on the surface of smooth porcelain, one by one. It stretches and expands, making a clear "click" sound, behind it is the black that seems to be able to absorb all colors and hopes, it is empty and cold, but something is coming with the sound of the wind...

Under the powerful force out of control, time is distorted, regressing at a crazy speed, day and night are connected in a line, barren fields and tall buildings appear repeatedly on this land, and the past and present are crazily alternating.

Jingujiquan tried to control this force, but it was like a wild horse without a bridle, escaping from human control and traveling through time recklessly.

No...God knows when it will stop if it goes on like this, and the price he will have to pay is definitely not something he can afford!Whoever it is...if you can help him...

In the distorted and uncontrollable time, as if he heard his call, a sharp wind rushed out of nothingness, and another force that also belonged to time came here.

The abundant spiritual power spread and expanded, and a big hand held down the uncontrolled time compass, forcing it back on track. The golden light fell, and the sword with a cold light floated in the air, forming a circle around the Jingu Temple. A perfect circle, obediently retracting the blade.

The restless abilities on Jingujiquan's body were exhausted, his body was empty, and the last ray of "time" flickered twice, and his eyes widened suddenly when he thought of something, and quickly extinguished.

"Do not……"

The cherry blossoms all over the sky came suddenly like a spring day, and the figures of different heights gradually condensed in the thin turquoise light. They had different costumes and shapes, but they looked at Jingujiquan with exactly the same eyes.

Joyful, tender, longing.

long awaited.

"Main Hall, long time no see."

Following in your footsteps, we have come here to offer you an inexhaustible loyalty.