save the judge

The storage room of the Jinguji family is definitely the place that all thieves, scholars, and cultural relic dealers most want to visit in their lives.

The heavy metal door opened slowly after three biological monitorings, and a laser-cut net was pulled up on the corridor at the same time. Jingu Jiquan slowly took out the handkerchief in his arms, covered his mouth and coughed in a low voice.

The temperature in the storage room is adjusted a bit low. In order to protect the cultural relics inside from damage, the temperature here is constant at [-] degrees Celsius. It is a bit cold for a long-term sick person. When someone enters, the air conditioning will automatically stop. .

Jingujiquan cleared his overly sensitive throat and looked up.

This is a huge hall that connects the entire ground. Rows of shelves are filled with a wide variety of cultural relics by category. The purple cold light illuminates these silver-white shelves faintly. Jingujiquan squinted his eyes and looked at it. Labels on the side of the shelf.

Calligraphy and painting, porcelain, pottery...

The sound of gentle footsteps is multiplied in a quiet and scary place, and the coldly glowing tiles condense tiny water vapor due to the slow rise in temperature.

The ghostly footsteps suddenly stopped.

Jingujiquan put down the handkerchief covering his mouth and nose, and put the plain silk in his pocket.

sword.

Rows of shelves equipped with anti-theft glass stretched across. Countless swords shone with cold light and coldness were placed on the knife holders. They were of different lengths and shapes. The light blue light of cold weapons flowed on the blades, like ice and snow melting in an instant. The water flow, under the purple cold light, has the illusion that it is poisonous, and it gives people a creepy feeling of suffocation at a glance.

Jingujiquan approached, besides Japanese swords, there were also swords handed down from the Tang Dynasty, and even Western swords worn by nobles. The blades were slender and sharp. Each one reveals the desire to pierce flesh and blood.

Most of them were unnamed swords, and some of them had become fragments. He could tell at a glance that the fragments were not complete. This was also the main reason why they could not be repaired. The repair of swords was much more difficult than other cultural relics.

After all, they are born, and their destination is to break.

The more you go in, the older and yellower the label is, and the older and more famous the sword stored in it is. Jingongjiquan also found a genuine sword that shocked the tiger, but the sword was broken by a few centimeters, and the smooth blade was abruptly short. At the end, it looks like a desperate bow full of unwillingness.

After that……

"Works by Yoshimitsu Awataguchi"

Jingujiquan stopped suddenly.

His eyes froze on the label for a few seconds, his pupils shrank, and he involuntarily raised his eyes to look at the shelf above.

Yizheng's dagger was placed on a mat covered with dark red flannel silk, and the blade and scabbard were placed separately, which looked very familiar to him.

Maeda Toshiro.

The appearance of this short knife is not very good, it is very worn, and there is a very miserable scratch on the blade, which is so deep that it is about to separate half of the blade. look.

Jingujiquan hesitantly pressed his finger on the glass in front of him, not knowing what to do.

First of all, he wasn't sure if he still had the kind of spiritual power that could summon swords, but thinking about it last time in that world, maybe he could guess that the spiritual power came from the soul, so there is also this time?

Secondly, he doesn't know if there is Fu Sangshen in this vibration knife. History has changed, and what should have disappeared has appeared, so what should have appeared?Will it disappear?

Finally, it is also the most uncertain thing for him, even if he has spiritual power, there is Fusangshen in the sword, how can he be sure that what he awakened is exactly the one in his original pill?I heard that there are tens of thousands of Honmaru under Shizheng's command, and there are correspondingly countless Fu Sangshen. How could it be such a coincidence that he just happened to find the one that belongs to him?

In case a new Fusangshen is summoned...

This is simply an insult to both parties.

This is also the reason why Jingu Jiquan deliberately avoided that Zhenyao Kento Shiro and did not touch it before.

But... For a long time, he has been wandering alone in the boundless time and space. He is really lonely. How can he be so lonely?But they can follow him back and forth in time and space. This kind of company is like a poison that penetrates into the bone marrow. Once you taste it once, you can make people cry and beg for the second time, even if it's just a temporary pain relief. Please let him indulge a little, a little bit...

Jingujiquan's trembling fingers pressed the fingerprint lock on the glass door.

"drop--"

The machine beeped crisply, clicked, the door lock flicked open, and the glass door moved and opened silently.

Jingu Jiquan suddenly felt short of breath, if he was wrong, if this is a new fusangshen...

The joints were turning an unhealthy green color, and a thin layer of flesh barely covered the bones, and his fingertips slightly touched the dagger.

The cold metal pressed against his fingertips, making him tremble all over.

If it's wrong... Even if he is selfish, why can't he be selfish for a while.

As if instinctively, the golden spiritual power overflowed from the fingertips, and gently slid forward gently against the edge of the short knife. The beautiful color was like a flame burning in the dark, and it was necessary to hold this short knife and melt into it together. In the warm air, a faint spiritual power diffused vigorously and expanded silently.

In Jingujiizumi's expectant and struggling eyes, the vibrating dagger remained motionless without any change until the faint turquoise color disappeared, and Maeda Toshiro was still lying there.

Not knowing whether to let out a long breath or what, Jingu Jiquan stared at the dagger in disappointment, did he really think too much... It is a gift from heaven that such a miracle can occur once, and he actually imagined that he could have the first Second...

Those who are too greedy will be punished by the gods, right?

He slowly closed the glass door, the transparent glass blocked the scarred dagger again, and the automatic lock closed with a click.

If this is the case, then Zhenyao Kento Shiro should not have paid Sangshen, so there is no need to deliberately avoid——

"Ah...it hurts..."

"who?!"

The sudden low complaint made Jingujiquan's scalp numb for a moment, and his whole body trembled.

It’s not that he doesn’t get scared, it’s really the environment—suppose that in an empty museum at night, someone suddenly speaks behind you…

No, please don't ask yourself why you're in a museum that's empty at night.

The hairs all over Jingujiquan's body exploded, and he turned his head quickly, so fast that his neck made an overwhelmed creak.

Not far in front of him was a young man in white clothes Shengxue sitting on a shelf, with silvery white hair hanging softly around his neck, wide white feathers dragging on the ground, eyes as bright as a golden sun There was innocent curiosity like a child in his eyes, when he looked over, it was like an ignorant white crane accidentally fell into this gloomy cave.

"... Crane... Crane Maru?!" Jingujiquan was so surprised that he lost his voice for a moment.

The white crane seemed to have hit its head, and while slowly rubbing its forehead, it looked over, and when it saw Jingongjiquan, it suddenly tilted its head, blinked its eyes, and the eyes quickly changed from inexplicable bewilderment to shock .

"... the main hall?!"

Oh!Isn't this his crane? !

What kind of good luck is this!

Jingujiquan never felt that his luck was good enough, but at this moment, he had an urge to buy a lottery ticket.

Tsurumaru stood up from the ground and walked around the spring of Jingu Temple a few times, his eyes were full of happiness: "Why are you here in the main hall?! And it still looks like this... It's really big enough Scary!"

Yes, the soul has been extended, but the body has changed. Except for the same hair color and eye color, his body is basically the same as the one in Honmaru, only gender and height are the same. Suddenly his face changed, Tsurumaru To be able to accept it without any grievances is truly remarkable——

Wait a moment.

His appearance has changed, why did Tsurumaru recognize him so quickly?

Jingujiquan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and he had a wonderful premonition that this answer was very important, so important that it might be related to the past that he had long forgotten.

"Crane..." Jingongjiquan felt that it was so difficult to organize words like never before, "How did you recognize me? If you recognize the wrong person, call the main hall to others-I will punish you ah."

His voice was smiling, the corners of his mouth were smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.

Tsurumaru stopped to observe his movements, as if he was a spoiled child, he poked his head out from under his sleeve and looked up at him, the golden eyes were full of penetrating and sharp light: "We pay sangshen to recognize people , it's not about face."

Taidao, who has an elegant temperament and a figure like a crane, gently pulled up the falling feathers for Izumi Jinguji, with a clear voice and a smile: "We, we recognize people by the soul of the judge, and the soul generates spiritual power. , such a beautiful turquoise color, how can you admit it wrong. Therefore, only you are the main hall of the crane, the only one and irreplaceable."

soul……

Jingujiquan suddenly felt a burst of fishy sweetness in his mouth, ecstasy and shock intertwined, and his mind was in chaos. He was surprised that he could continue to think, although this kind of thinking was more like an intuitive question: "So, in Honmaru's that, that..."

Tsurumaru smiled, hugged him from behind, leaned his chin on Jingujiquan's shoulder, and rubbed his warm cheek against his cold, bluish side face: "Ah... Although Tsuru doesn't know how you did it Your soul is gone, but you can't recognize your original body? That body has exactly the same color as your soul~"

"Yeah, it's a very beautiful turquoise color, a color that even the old man can't help but fall in love with, has the lord forgotten it?"

A low and soft voice sounded soothingly, Tsurumaru reacted quickly to draw the knife, but his hand felt empty, and the next second, a dark blue figure appeared beside a certain shelf in front, as if the moonlight was shining through the clear sky, The reverberation of silk, bamboo and elegant music resounded, a pair of eyes with crescent moons in them opened, the wide sleeves of the hunting clothes hung down, and the golden pendant on the cuffs knocked on the metal shelf, making a low, clear and long cry.

"Sankai Yuezong is near?! Why are you here too!" Tsurumaru looked depressed, thinking it was a two-person world with the main hall, but a third party actually stepped in!Crane is not happy!The crane is going to have a little mood!

Jingujiquan was still immersed in the shock of finding his own body, and didn't even react when he saw Mikazuki, and Na Shintachi didn't care about the lord's ignorance of him, and turned his head to study the glass door on the shelf.

"Hmm...how do I open it? Press or..." Talking to himself like this, the actionist with a big heart has already raised his hand.

"Stop!" Seeing his actions, Jingu Jiquan instinctively stopped, and his thoughts also struggled out of the daze, "It requires a specific fingerprint to open it, and the alarm will go off if you press the wrong one! ——Eh Sankayue ?!"

San Riyue turned her head slowly, and narrowed her eyes slightly: "Hahaha, it's me, the Lord is in the arms of Shen Mihe, so don't you want to see Grandpa?"

The corner of Jingujiquan's mouth twitched, and he walked over to take a look at what Sanriyue was paying attention to.

On the knife rest is a Taidao with a beautiful pattern, and the texture of the crescent moon spreads and stretches, outlining the elegant and beautiful grace of this sword.

Taidao·Sankai Yuezong is near.

He blinked, and quickly looked towards the place where Tsurumaru had just appeared.

Sure enough, Tachi Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

What's with this family's collectivism? !Is it so awesome!

Jingujiquan felt the power of this surname for the first time.

"The master's spiritual power is really abundant, and he summoned us here all of a sudden." Miriyue smiled and watched him unlock the fingerprint lock, and reached in very naturally to take out his own body knife, "It's just that there is still chaos in this pill. Well, you are unconscious, Yaoyan-jun is about to collapse."