save the judge

"Cough cough cough..."

The young man leaning against the tree was curled up, his pale cheeks were stained with a blush from his shortness of breath, his blue lips were tightly pressed, and a ray of bright red continued to spread from the corners of his lips, dripping on his cheeks. on clothes.

"Pfft...cough...cough..."

Jingujiquan covered his mouth with his hand, and the hot and humid liquid in his palm dripped down between his fingers, and soon wetted a piece of clothing, and the blood-soaked cloth hung on the ground, mixed with dust and fine pine needles It's a sticky mess.

He swallowed hard the fishy smell in his throat, the soft and thin skin in his throat was scratched violently by the air current, and he kept protesting to the owner of his body.

But what can he do...

Jingu Jiquan adjusted his posture with difficulty, leaning against the tree trunk behind him and looking up at the sky.

When he and Tsurumaru came out of Honmaru, the sky was not yet bright, the ignorant light cold gray and the dense purple blended and spread, the sky was grand and magnificent, but it still belonged to the banner of darkness.But their landing point is a bright sky, the clear and bright ultramarine blue is intertwined with the unique blue of the shallow sea, the whole sky is like a solidified expensive gemstone, which seals the flowing snow-white clouds and the thin glow of cold gray, The sun is shrouded behind the clouds, so even breathing has a little bit of coolness.

Of course, this may also be because they landed in a certain forest.

There are dense pine needles under the feet. I don’t know how many years no one has been here. The trees and vines grow so tightly that they almost cover all places in sight. The green branches and leaves form a sea, swaying in the wind, Echoing the light blue and blue sea above the head.

Before Tsurumaru asked why Shizheng's territory was so primitive, the judge beside him began to cough crazily, as if his whole body had been stripped of necessary nutrients, even breathing was difficult, mouthfuls of blood cost nothing Coughing out the same thing, the rosy complexion brought up by Yaoyan and Candlestick cut instantly returned to that sickly paleness.

"Hey, hey, hey! What's going on here!" Tsurumaru was so frightened to death, he supported Jingujiquan to rest against the tree trunk, his face was full of helplessness and anxiety.

The Fusangshen are all strong and resistant types. Human beings are inherently weak to them, and Jingujiquan is the weak group in the eyes of the weak group. Tsurumaru has never Seeing how he was sick, his whole soul was almost frightened away.

"You, can't you use the time converter? Impossible, obviously the god judge can follow Fusangshen on the battlefield..." Liushen Wuzhu, who could only run around in place, kept rubbing his hair, "Damn...if Yaoken is here..."

—Compared to this, don't you realize that we are clearly in the wrong place.

Jingujiizumi, who managed to catch his breath, opened his mouth and said these words in a hoarse voice with breath.

"Eh?!" Tsurumaru was taken aback by the situation after he landed, and didn't even carefully observe the surrounding environment. After seeing it like this, he was shocked, and pressed the handle of the knife at his waist with his backhand.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who has calmed down, is definitely a trustworthy existence. Although he usually loves to play and joke with everyone, as a member of the elderly group born in the Heian era, this Shintachi is smarter than most Fusangshin. of.

After all, just talking about non-stop pranks can still make people like this, and it can be seen that his emotional intelligence is so high that he doesn't know where it is.

"Let's go out and have a look..." Jingujiquan muttered and wiped off the blood on his hands, and said to Tsurumaru, "Find out the situation, at least you need to know where we are now."

Tsurumaru obviously hesitated for a while, his eyes went back and forth between the God-inspector and the surrounding dense trees twice, and finally he was determined: "Then, please wait for a while, I will come back as soon as possible, if there is any danger——"

He thought for a while, and without any hesitation, he took off his own sword and put it in Jingujiquan's hand: "Just draw the sword and call me."

After getting an affirmative answer from the judge, he said again worriedly: "Be sure to wait for me."

There was a trust that could never be let down in those golden eyes, and they fell heavily and gently on the person in front of him.

The god named after the crane is indeed as light and beautiful as the crane. Jingu Jiquan watched the white-clothed god tear off a branch at will, and then stepped on the rough trunk and rushed to the top of the tree, stepping on it like a weightless feather. On the new branch, with a touch of the toe, he sprang two feet away, and the wide white robe spread behind him, filled with the wind and made a hunting sound, it really looked like a bird in the blurred vision of Jingujiquan. A white crane spread its wings and flew away.

He shook the heavy and beautiful Taidao in his hand, put it on his lap, and lazily wiped off the blood in his hand on the leaves on one side.

He smelled the rotten and cold smell of death again, sticky like mud that would last forever, rolling in front of him to swallow him up.

No matter how weak his body is, it doesn't make sense that he would die suddenly, not to mention that Yaoyan took care of him in every possible way, and he did feel that his body was improving, and the fusion of soul and body was increasing. What's the problem?

But if he died suddenly, what would Honmaru do... It was the first time Jingujiquan felt a little worried. This feeling was very novel, but he didn't hate it.

Maybe try possessing someone else again?But unlike before, this body is his real body. If it dies, can the soul still exist?

Jingujiquan, who thought more and more, let out a rare sigh.

Before the breath was halfway out, a sudden strong wind from the mountain swept over, and the fresh green branches and leaves fell down one after another, forming green waves, and the waves stopped abruptly in front of Jinguji Spring, as if It was an invisible hand that undoubtedly cut off the wind here.

"Huh?" Jingu Jiquan lowered his head and stepped back.

In the lush bushes ahead, there was a rustling sound, not the movement of wild animals, not even the movement of a woodcutter roughly pulling apart the bushes, but more like a person walking unhurriedly among them, slowly Push aside the branches.

If I were to give a metaphor, it might be that a well-educated young man was walking by the lake, and then gently opened the willow branches in front of him with a folding fan.

But this is deep in the mountains and old forests, where is the noble young man who is taking a leisurely walk!

Jingujiquan gripped Tsurumaru's hilt tightly.

"Oh, there are indeed guests visiting." A smiling voice sounded, the voice was soothing and gentle, without any fireworks, it was the type that could make people let go of their guard and have a good impression. With a clear youthful feel, even if it is deliberately suppressed a little, it can't hide the lightness in it.

The boy who came out of the bush was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He raised his hand and used the juniper fan in his hand to push away the leaves that were escaping from the side, and then gently tilted the fan with great care to return the leaves that fell on it to the tree.

After finishing this movement naturally, he raised his head, the line from the chin to the side of the neck was smooth and neat, the long silver hair hung down the side of the face, revealing the pair of clear blue pupils, and the large light-colored sleeves were freely worn by him. With a pull, he bowed his head to Jingongjiquan with a slight smile in salute, and this salute was quite rebellious and free.

"Your Majesty, Abe Seimei, passed by here and heard about the visit of a stranger, so I came here to find out. Dare I ask you why this distinguished guest visited Heianjing?"

The tall and straight young man stood three steps away from Jingujiquan, as if he hadn't seen his embarrassing situation of coughing up blood, he still kept a gentle and polite attitude and asked.

Even the sound of coughing was stuck in Jingujiquan's throat.

Who do you say you are? !Where do you say this is? !

The dainty onmyoji, who looked like a young man, could see his astonishment in a blink of an eye, and repeated it empathetically: "My lord, Seimei Abe, this is Heian-kyo, did you go to the wrong place?"

Jingujiquan rolled his eyes, and the breath stuck in his lungs couldn't go up or down, and he spurted out the blood rushing in the lung tube for a distance of one foot.

The smile of Abe Seimei, who was affected by the misfortune, froze for a moment: "This meeting ceremony is really..."

He lowered his head to examine the blood on his clothes, finally let go of his vigilance, approached Jingujiquan, squatted down to support him: "Are you okay?"

Jingu Jiquan grabbed his sleeve with difficulty, and coughed for a while: "Ahem... Abe... Seimei?"

The young man whose clothes were caught responded naturally: "It's right here."

The juvenile version of the No. 800 Onmyoji in Heian-kyo, seeing is making money... Jingujiquan's thoughts suddenly floated [-] meters away, and he was forcibly pulled back: "Sorry for dirtying your clothes, but..."

Abe Seimei said with a good temper: "It's okay."

Jingujiquan continued: "I did go to the wrong place, dare to ask Abe-kun...how do I leave?"

Abe Seimei let out a long "huh", flipped the cypress fan in his hand twice, and suddenly laughed: "Hey, I have never seen such an interesting person. I am not wary of people I met for the first time, and even proposed I asked a question that ordinary people would never be able to answer... It looks like you know me?"

Jingujiquan, who was coughing up blood intermittently while pressing his head, also smiled, but the blood on the corner of his mouth was not wiped clean, which made his smile look a bit hideous and terrifying: "As expected of Abe Seimei, even a young man who has not yet become famous should not be underestimated. .”

Abe Seimei put his fan against his chin and nodded seriously: "It sounds like I will become a great big shot in the future, and it's not much different from my expectation."

Jingujiquan smiled and nodded: "Your expectation can be said to be very accurate."

"However, even if I will become a great big shot in the future, that will be something in the future." The handsome young man put his hands into his sleeves, looked at Jingujiquan calmly and with some pity, and said plainly: " You are dying, and I cannot save you."

The human beings in front of him obviously do not belong to this time and space, and the sense of disobedience on his body is so great that it is incompatible with the whole world. His weakness is obviously due to the fact that this world rejects outsiders, and Abe Seimei is not strong enough to break through time and space to send people away. The ability to return to the origin.

He thought that the black-haired young man would be furious when he heard this sentence. He had seen this kind of person a lot during the journey, and he would hold on to him like a life-saving straw, begged and knelt down to him, and once he expressed that he was helpless, he would show up again. Another face.

Is that how humans are?

In this case, they look no different from monsters. Why do you reject monsters based on their different appearances?

At least as far as he saw, there were many monsters who were much kinder than humans.

However, to his surprise, the young man who was given the death notice just nodded thoughtfully and sighed helplessly: "Although I expected it, it still feels a bit bad to be asserted by Abe Seimei."

Abe Seimei was a little surprised by his reaction, and the doubts in his eyes were overflowing.After a brief hesitation, the future ruler of the Dark World of Heian-kyo flicked up his robe sleeves, and sat down beside Jingujiquan.

"Although I can't save you, it's okay to chat with you," he said.

Jingongjiquan was stunned for a moment, then suppressed his voice and laughed: "Will you wait with me to die? The rhetoric is quite good."

Abe Seimei said calmly: "Thank you for the compliment."

"But no need, I'm not alone." Immediately Jingujiquan expressed his refusal, raising his hand to Abe Seimei to show the beautiful and slender sword on his leg, "Hey, he's here."

The future Great Onmyoji has yet to gain that reputation, and even his strength is still slowly growing in his body, waiting to reach the peak, but this does not mean that his cognition will be shallow because of this.

After the apprentice leaves from the teacher, he will inevitably go through a journey of self-training that lasts for several years. During this process, Seimei Abe has seen many things that he only saw in books in the past.Plants that make babies cry, stone monsters that can run, wooden wheels with fire, and even river clams that live in the soil...

The fox talent inherited from his mother made him very sensitive to the existence of gods and ghosts, so the moment Jingujiquan raised his hand, he was keenly aware of the coolness flowing from the Shintachi, Compared with the gods enshrined in the shrine, it is a little lighter, but the unique majesty and sharpness are absolutely unmistakable.

"Did the sword of the gods be born?" Abe Seimei raised an eyebrow, and then nodded politely at the shaking sword to show respect.

Jingujiquan did not continue to mention the matter about Tsurumaru, but changed the subject by touching the beautiful texture decorated with metal outlines on the scabbard: "Speaking of which, in the face of a poor man who looks like he is about to die, Abe It was really not easy for Jun to stand far away and keep calm at first."

Abe Seimei's eyes fluttered, and he rubbed the top of his cypress fan against his forehead, showing a youthful smile: "Hey, monsters nowadays have a strong desire to perform, let alone pretending to be seriously ill, even pretending to be dead and I’ve seen quite a few expectant mothers.”

"Oh?" Jingujiquan looked at him curiously, "Then why did you dare to approach him?"

Abe Seimei picked up a leaf and folded it twice: "It smells like human blood."

He put the leaf to his lips, and softly blew a nameless ditty.

The clear voice brushed against the wet leaves, pushing them up and down tactfully, and the surrounding wind seemed to feel the peaceful emotion contained in it, and stopped very docilely.