save the judge

The harvest in the war years will never be particularly good. The daimyos led the army to fight here and there, and the places they passed were searched over and over again. Whether it was food or people, whatever they liked was taken away. .The lowly people are not qualified to oppose the orders of the big men, so what is left to them is only the cracked land with no straw left.

Except for the land... only the land, something they can't move away, something that belongs only to the peasants.

Shiro paved the loose soil with his bony hands, hoping to find some food to satisfy his hunger.The three eldest brothers in the family were all taken to fight. Fortunately, he ran into the mountains and was not caught. Now he is the only one left to serve his elderly mother.

But...he hasn't found food for two days...

Shiro was clutching a handful of dirt, his face already had deep wrinkles in his twenties, his sallow skin was attached to his high cheekbones, and he looked thin and out of shape.

I heard...there is going to be a war at the top, and the big men of the Yuan family and the Fujiwara family are still there. When the two nearby villages heard the news, they dragged their families and ran away without a trace, but Shiro couldn't run away.

When his mother gave birth to his younger sister in the early years, he fell into trouble and couldn't walk at all, and he really couldn't keep an eye on his mother. In such a chaotic world, people who are left alone often become the prey of others. After thinking about it, he gritted his teeth , or stayed at home.

Big deal... At worst, when the army comes, he will take his mother and hide in the mountains...

Fighting, fighting, fighting... when will it be the first time.

Shiro wiped the sweat and dirt off his face vigorously, and continued digging.

But this time, he didn't dig a few times before he felt his vision dim.

How is this going?

Shiro looked up blankly, the sky was darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and only the nearby area was darkening, as if a dark cloud happened to move here. The clouds were slowly pressing down, and Shiro was dumbfounded at the terrifying sight.

Human beings who believe in gods have never seen such a shocking scene. The sky seems to be split in two. One half is still sunny, and the other half is rolling down heavy dark clouds. His legs go limp, and he falls to the ground. On the ground, his forehead was pressed against the soil, and he prayed to various gods with nonsense in his mouth.

A small bug flapped its wings and crawled across his eyelids, apparently treating this human being as an interesting big rock.

Shiro didn't dare to move, and then, he heard a terrible movement that he had never heard in his life——

It was more terrifying than the army battles he had heard on the mountain. The inhuman roar fell from the sky. Even though he closed his eyes, he could still see blue-purple lightning flashing across his eyelids, piercing into his eyeballs coldly and sharply. Climbing into the brain from his back, Shiro wished he could crawl into his thatched house with only half a roof, or hide in some big pit underground, as long as he could avoid this terrible movement...

Something is coming!

Shiro was so scared that his whole body was trembling, but his body was still lying motionless on the ground. He was so frightened that even his muscles stiffened into one piece. Even if he was told to run now, he couldn't run anymore.

Almost instantly, the wind blew up from behind.

That gust of wind came first, with the cold metal air, cutting through everything in its path, Shiro felt tense in fear, as if he smelled something very good.

He often smelled that smell when he went up the mountain in spring. There are many wild cherry blossoms on the mountain. When his sister was still alive, he often went to pick flowers. The flowers he picked could be sold to the ladies of the government, although Shiro didn't know what the flowers were for. , why can it be sold, but since it can be exchanged for money, he doesn't mind doing it with his sister.

That kind of aroma lingers in the dilapidated thatched house every spring, how could he forget this smell...

Shiro secretly raised his head in a strange way.

It must be a dream, otherwise how could there be a large canopy of fresh cherry blossoms flying in front of me?

His eyes widened in bewilderment.

This is a more bizarre and magnificent scene than any dream. A warrior in a battle armor is leaning on a long knife. The blue-purple lightning jumps on the warrior, and hideous white bones protrude from under the battle armor. The tall body seems to be following the death The emperor returned to the human world as an evil ghost, behind him was the light and fire from hell. The dark red flames opened their teeth and claws in the wind, like a seductive female ghost dancing horizontally under the sky.

The leaves screamed in the wind, and then the cherry blossoms rushing like the sea——

Soft cherry blossoms bloom before demons and hell.

Shiro looked crazy.

The fear in his heart disappeared, and he couldn't even pay attention to the presence of evil spirits in front of him. He only saw the soft and beautiful cherry blossoms in his eyes, the ultimate tenderness and sweetness.

Axi... have you come to pick up my brother?

Ukiyo-e-like black and red Nongyan paintings enveloped the whole world. In his eagerly looking forward to the line of sight, the cherry blossoms dissipated, and what lit up was the shimmering light reflected on the sword.

The swords come from nowhere, of different lengths, like spears/halberds standing in a row, cold and rigid in a line, blocking the evil spirits, a very faint light falls on the smooth blade, like the cold and thin moonlight Splashes fell on it, reflecting the magnificent and bright soul of the warrior in the age of luxury and grace.

"Zheng-"

It seemed as if someone had played this gloomy and majestic movement with swords and swords. Blood and fire intertwined. From the fading flowers and moonlight, the graceful and elegant gods came on the wind. Shiro had never seen such strange clothes. Dressing up, the fabric that clings to the body looks very expensive, a luxury that people like him can't imagine.There are also monks in cassocks, whose snow-like long hair shines through the flames, turning into luxurious silver in a trance.

No, that was not an illusion. A white crane descended from the sky, and the sharp and cold light of the knife was released from under its wide wings, splitting the warrior's throat with only bones left, and the skull wearing a bronze mask fell down in response. Kick off.

Dancing lightning and flames cast twisted and elongated shadows on the ground, black and white in different shades intertwined and intertwined, swords collided, dark red blood splashed in the impact of cold iron, and no one held back their hands. In a silent fight, the weapon in his hand smashed into the opponent's chest, tearing the opponent's spine, and scattered the flesh and blood all over the sky, turning it into nutrients for the barren soil.

There was a thin layer of blood-colored water vapor on the light golden hair, mottled red on the white clothes, after the sword was washed by blood, the moonlight also turned a dull red, the handsome god had the delicate face of a beautiful woman, but the amber color His eyes were full of murderous intent, he roared like a lion, and slashed half of the opponent's body with the knife in his hand. The warrior stretched out his bony claws and grabbed the white crane's wings.

The creature flying in mid-air let out a brief wail, and cut off the chains that bound him with a backhand.

"Yeah, there are humans here?"

He flipped over and landed lightly, swung his knife again under the cover of his companion, turned around and saw a figure that shouldn't be here.

The human was prostrate on the ground, his body was still shaking stiffly, but his eyes were full of astonishing fire.

"God, god..."

The dry lips squirmed, and Shiro murmured words that he couldn't hear.

Did the gods come to save him? !

The white crane seemed to let out a muffled laugh, turned around and rushed into the battlefield again, becoming a corner of the Ukiyo-e: "Hey, Jiang Xuedian! The last one!"

The scorched blood splashed and splashed all over the ground with strange flowers.

Tsurumaru shook the blood on the sword, and put the sword back into its sheath. I don’t know what happened to these time-traveling troops. They obviously have a body made of bones, and there will be blood when they are injured. Where did the blood come from? ?I really want to grab a research...

Jiang Xue Zuowen put away the knife silently, and the mustache beside him gathered the coat on his shoulders with a smile, his fair face was still stained with blood, thanks to his crazy and fierce methods on the battlefield, half of his Dried red blood covered his body and hair, which was incompatible with his soft and sweet smile.

"Yeah, passed out."

The blond-haired Taidao tilted his head to look at the human who fell on the ground, and looked back at his companions in a daze: "Are you scared by the time retrograde army?"

Seeing Higaki approaching the human who rolled his back eyes and passed out, his colleagues all showed indescribable expressions: No, we think...he shouldn't be fainted by the time-traveling army.

Dissatisfied, California Qingguang began to arrange his clothes and hair, trying to make himself a little cleaner, and his face changed after seeing the tragedy on his hands: "My, my nail polish! It's all mixed with blood! How can you go to see the lord when you are so dirty!"

The young man with aqua-blue short hair smiled and straightened his dignified military uniform, put on the short cloak again, and resumed his polite appearance: "Looking at the situation, it seems that Genji's army is going to pass here soon, right? Shall we go back to Honmaru now?"

Keimaru followed his elder brother, helping him to wipe off the blood on his head, and at the same time muster all his energy to answer the questions of his colleagues: "No, I didn't understand it when I first arrived, and Honmaru's situation is a bit embarrassing, so I need to go on an expedition and an expedition The team should bring as much food back as possible."

In the first phase, Yizhen was still as graceful as a prince, and he didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of having to collect the ingredients by himself. He nodded his thanks to Xiwan's answer very gently.

"Then, let's go to the mountain to have a look. Summer is just over, and we should be able to find some wild animals—Tsurumaru Temple?"

Halfway through the planning, Katsumaru found that there was one missing person in the team.

There is no need to look for it at all, the only one in this team who will sneak away from his companions is the Tsurumaru Kuninaga who looks elegant and well-behaved, but is actually a bunch of skinny.

In the first phase, Yizhen also got to know this colleague, they are all treasures designated as royal treasures, and they have spent a lot of time together in the palace hall, when the graceful sword like a white crane was in the palace hall But the most restless of all imperial objects.

"Tsuramaru Palace?" He looked back, and there was no shelter around, and they saw Bai Tuanzi squatting next to the unconscious human at a glance.

The white-haired and white-clothed Fu Sangshen was reaching out to poke the human being full of curiosity, and his golden eyes were full of smiles: "I really passed out, do you want to——Hey, what is this?"

After being poked by his finger, he moved his head, and half of the pit that Shiro had just dug was exposed.

"Are you playing some interesting game?" Tsurumaru's eyes suddenly glowed with pikapika, and with a flick of his two wide sleeves, he didn't even need the body knife, and quickly dug two or three times at the shallow hole Down, suddenly stunned.

His expression was so strange that even Hikiri couldn't help but look at it.

Under the soil layer, a piece of smooth metal was exposed, which was something familiar to the fusangshen who got their bodies from the fiery steel.

--scabbard.

Tsurumaru set up his own sword, and simply used the scabbard as a shovel, swishing mud flying around, and within a minute he pulled out the sword that was buried in the ground miserably.

"Cha-"

The sound of the sword being unsheathed was clear and steady, like the sound of the wind. Under the sun, the half-moon texture on the sword body was full of water color.

"No way... Crane Maruden's luck is too good, you can even pick up swords here? It's one of the most difficult to get the world's five swords in the legend, Mikazuki Zongjin..."

Honmaru became more and more lively. Izumi Jinguji was supported by Izumi Mori and Horikawa to practice walking, and Yakuken followed them with his hands in his pockets.Hearing the voice from the atrium gradually getting louder, Dagger raised his head, listened for a while, and smiled at Jingujiquan: "Congratulations, general, there is a new companion here."

Immediately, a faint smell of blood wafted over, and a white crane walked briskly around the corridor, holding another sword besides its own body knife in its hand.When he saw the judge on the opposite side, he waved his hand happily: "My lord! Let's see what the crane brought back! Special product of Ajinhe Zhishan!"

Jingujiquan stopped, put most of his body weight on Izumi Mamoru, and smiled at the crane.

It's impossible not to smile, this white crane is always so happy, when I see him, I feel that smiling is so easy.

When Jingujiquan was in a coma, all the newly acquired swords could only be placed beside him and wait for the natural transformation, but now that he is awake, of course there is no need to be so troublesome.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga held the sword flat in front of Izumi Jinguji: "Master? Come and see the beauty!"

...Yakuken adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and glanced at Tsurumaru.

I hope that the current Sanriyue Palace is not conscious, otherwise this white crane may be in bad luck.

Jinguji didn't raise his hand immediately, but looked at Tsurumaru up and down. Those bloodstains and wounds were still obvious, which made him frown: "Why don't you go into the room with your hands?"

Tsurumaru was taken aback, "Huh?"

Jingujiquan sighed and slowed down his tone: "Next time you come back, go and enter the room first."

A beautiful golden light slowly lit up in Tsurumaru's eyes, this white crane smiled innocently and beautifully: "Hey hey hey, remember it, remember it!"

Then Jingujiquan raised his finger and lightly pressed it on the scabbard of the vibrating knife.