save the judge

Meeting Abe Seimei in the wrong time and space was just a brief episode. Izumi Jinguji was pulled back again dizzy, and fell into a big embrace as soon as he landed.

"Be careful, Patriarch. The Time Converter cannot be opened indiscriminately, and some of them are still in the research and development stage—"

The young man with thin green hair accurately caught the person who stumbled out of the void, and he felt something was wrong as soon as he supported his waist with his hands. The perception of blood by the sword is incomparable to ordinary people. There was a strong smell of blood on his body.

"Patriarch?! Are you injured?"

Knee Maru's voice suddenly became tense.

Yaoken, who was waiting at the side, rushed up with big strides, rolled up his sleeves and was about to reach out to catch Jingujiquan.

"I'm fine..." Jingujiquan rejected Yakuken's hand, and then pushed away Kagemaru's support, still a little confused, stood there for a while, only to realize that this was not Honmaru.

Surrounded by all-glass buildings, there is no metal support or cement to fix it. Thin and transparent crystals gather from the ground all the way to the top of the head, propping up a huge empty plane.The artificial light source hangs in the sky, emitting stable and eternal light and temperature, refracting beautiful colored halos through the surrounding crystals, like silk floating in the air.

But it wasn't very quiet here. People in white coats came and went with papers and various strange metal objects, and no one paid attention to the four people in this corner.

Yes, four people.

Jingujiquan pulled his gaze back, only to find a man with his hands in his pockets standing very close to him.

The man was wearing a uniform, with a long knife hanging from his waist that couldn't be seen, his short black hair was sticking out in all directions, and he was lowering his head to take out a pack of squashed cigarettes from his pocket.

"No smoking here."

A passing white coat saw his movements, wrinkled his nose like a vigilant tree badger, and then paused as if noticing his clothes: "The processing team? What are you doing here?"

The man ignored his prohibition, took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, bit it in his mouth, pointed his chin in the direction of Jingujiquan, and said vaguely: "An abnormal accident, swallowed by the time converter."

The white coat let out an "oh", and it seemed that this kind of thing had happened countless times, so that they were used to it: "There is always a very curious god judge... They all said that they can't go there until the debugging is completed. You can’t go there...you dare to break the seal just because you have plenty of spiritual power...tsk."

Leaving a dissatisfied ending, he stared at the man vigilantly again, focusing on the cigarette in his mouth for a moment, wishing to go up and pull out the cigarette and throw it away, but he still retained a little basic reason: "No smokes!"

Abandoning this repeated warning, he glanced at Jingujiquan, left them and left in a hurry.

When Jingongjiquan came back to his senses, the man with a cigarette in his mouth slowly said, "I went to see you when your mother was there, and then you only had—"

He made a gesture on his thigh: "That's a little bit."

It was such an explosive topic at the beginning, and Jingujiquan's gaze suddenly became as sharp as a blade: "What do you want to say?"

Shiraishi has seen all kinds of sharp and resentful eyes. Those Fusangshen who were broken by him seldom take the initiative to die calmly. Maybe it is the instinct of the sword. They always choose to swing the sword on the battlefield like a warrior. die.

But at this moment, even though he knew very well that the young man in front of him was sick and weak and would pose no threat to him at all, he still avoided Jingujiquan's eyes reflexively, and then quickly turned back: "I want to say... ...you look a lot like your mother."

His tone was as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Jingujiquan stared at him, as if he wanted to cut open his skin to see clearly what was underneath. After a long time, he nodded and resumed his usual gentle tone with a smile on his face: "Although I don't remember, since it's my mother's Friends, next time please come to my Honmaru and sit down."

Holding the unlit cigarette in his mouth, Baishi twitched at the corner of his mouth, and gave a strange smile: "Friend? You can't call her a friend, she just admires her descendants."

He carefully looked at Jingujiquan's face, and seriously wanted to find out the appearance in other memories on that pale and thin face, and finally turned his head with some regrets, touched his bosom twice, and took out a The small red cloth bag, the size of a baby's palm, has faded golden threads, and the lines are a little fuzzy, and it looks a little old: "I think you probably want this."

He rubbed the cigarette irritably: "When your mother entrusted you to me, she stuffed this shou in your arms, but later you went to the hospital and was taken to the present world for adoption. This shou was taken away by your mother." The adoptive parents returned it and kept it with me. I thought there might not be a day when it would be returned to you."

Jingujiquan looked at the small red cloth bag, which was beautifully embroidered with a camellia flower: "My adoptive parents?"

Xiwan and Yaoyan deliberately stood a little far away, they didn't want to distract the Lord at such a time, but Fu Sangshen's excellent hearing still allowed them to catch a few words over there.

Shiraishi just stared at the cigarette, as if some monster worth studying grew out of the snow-white cigarette paper: "They... probably want a clean and blank child that belongs to them more. Your situation at that time was very serious. If you meet their requirements, your parents are gone, and your own memory is so shallow that it hardly exists, as long as you spend a little time, you will be their only and biological child."

"They don't want you to come back to this world again."

Bai Shi casually twisted the cigarette in his palm, and said lightly: "Of course, I don't want it either."

The shocking gazes of Kewan and Yaoken were instantly separated in the air.

But none of them moved, just stood there silently.

"Compared to life in this world, there are always various dangers here, some of which even look ridiculous. If you get lost on the battlefield and stay for too long, you will be crushed into pieces by the force of time and space, or be crushed by the ignorant aborigines. It was found that those who sacrificed to the gods... have all kinds of strange and weird causes of death. Last month, I also received a report from a Honmaru god judge who tampered with the time converter and was involved in the turbulence of time and space without leaving any bones." He said When I got here, I took a special look at Jingujiquan, while the other party looked at the other side erratically.

"After the death of the god judge, Honmaru's sword will not even be overdone, and it will be broken by the contract crushing knife immediately... Not everyone has enough luck and strength to avoid these strange accidents." For some unknown reason, Baishi deliberately inserted the fate of Fu Sangshen, and then sighed, "Your mother also doesn't want you to inherit this profession."

Jingujiquan frowned, not knowing whether it was because he was unhappy after hearing the previous words, or because he was in a bad mood after hearing the words of Fu Sangshen: "I'm sorry...but, even in this world, the cause of death is also More than that, that's not what convinced me to leave Honmaru."

Sensing his displeasure, Baishi quickly changed the subject: "I'm just telling you your mother's wishes. As for how to choose, that's your own business."

Then Jingujiquan was silent for a while, took the guard for children from Shiraishi, rubbed his fingertips on the rough cloth surface twice, and asked softly: "I don't remember... What kind of person is she?"

Baishi thought for a long time, and flashed in his memory the glamorous woman wielding a big sword and dragging her long skirt to hunt down miscellaneous monsters. She was as vivid and bright as a dream bestowed by the gods, and couldn't help laughing: "I The most incredible woman I've ever met."

"Actually, you can report to Shizheng and ask for her information. Although Shizheng kept silent on the matter of the early god-inspectors, they didn't issue any orders to ban her."

"Keep silent? Why?"

"...I don't know." Facing the orphan of the former senior, Baishi replied calmly, "Maybe it's politics. I can't understand this kind of thing anyway."

"correct."

The man leaning against a machine straightened his back slightly, and said thoughtfully, "Her previous Honmaru was number S[-], you should want to know this?"

Jingujiquan raised his eyes abruptly.

No. S[-]...his childhood home, his mother's Honmaru, is also the grave of that woman...

"Can...can you go?" Jingujiquan actually didn't have any real feeling in his heart, but his voice was a little hoarse, as if the heart had given the best feedback to the body.

Baishi avoided his gaze: "Yes, you can give me an application next time, and I will take you there."

"Then, where is she...?" Jingujiquan swallowed the cold words.

"After the retrograde army invaded, the main pill was destroyed in a mess, and because the anchor point has been leaked, even if it is revised again, there is a great risk of cracking it, so Shizheng closed all such main pills. It should have been cleaned up by the aftermath team, but A lot of Honmaru had accidents during that time..."

Shiraishi stopped talking, and after giving Jingu Jiquan a buffer time, he continued: "They only cleared up some relics, most of which were buried under the Manyyezakura tree."

The man deliberately lowered his voice with a feeling of drenching, pressing heavily on Jingujiquan's heart, causing the black-haired young man to tighten the hand holding the guard.

"thank you, I know now."

To Shiraishi's surprise, Jingujiquan was silent for a while, then regained that indifferent and polite expression: "I will submit the application to you."

Probably because the content was too heavy, their conversation ended very quickly, and they didn't even have any extra greetings.

After the off-topic greeting with a few words, Jingujiquan waved to Xiwan and Yaoken, and the three of them crossed Shiraishi and were about to go out.

The leader, Jingujiquan, had a pale side face and no expression at all, while the fusangshen guarding him kept their basic politeness and nodded to Shiraishi.

Shiraishi just glanced at them, then lowered his head immediately, the cigarette in his hand had turned into pitiful crumbs, the yellowish-brown shreds of tobacco leaked from his fingers, like little bugs wriggling on the snow-white tiles superior.

"I have to go there one more time." Walking out of the Shizheng building, Jingujiquan looked up at the steady artificial light source in the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"Where?" Kneemaru was a little puzzled.

His patriarch rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingertips in embarrassment: "Cough... that's... I left Tsurumaru there..."

Yao Yan suddenly realized: "Speaking of which, what era have you been to, General?"

Thinking of the young man with long silver hair, Jingu Jiquan folded his arms and laughed: "Hey, it's the Heian era. I also met a wonderful person."

"Heian era?!"

Xiwan and Yaoken exclaimed in unison.

The battlefield map developed by Shizheng did not cover the Heian era, because there were too many great people in that era, and it would be too contemptuous of those onmyojis if they wanted so many god judges and fusangshen to come and go freely here .

Especially when there is Abe Seimei among them.

As the greatest onmyoji in terms of strength who has guarded Heian capital for decades, under his protection, although there are countless gods and ghosts in the Heian era, no one has ever made a big deal, and the retrograde army is also very wise. If the land did not touch this restricted area, then there would be no need for the government to sweat in an era without enemies.

That being the case, why is there a scale from the Heian era on the time-turner?

Could it be that the retrograde army finally couldn't bear to attack Abe Seimei?

They were thinking about these things here, but no one asked about the situation of the unlucky Tsurumaru.

Tsurumaru who was left alone in the mansion in Gojo, Heianjing: "..."

"However, how do you go to the Heian era? The time converter is absolutely unusable. Without debugging, even the R&D personnel don't know where it will fall."

Pharmaceutical research begins by asking questions.

Dian Dao worriedly watched Jingujiquan's pale face after going back and forth: "Without the protection of the time converter, there is a strong repulsive force when the body travels to unknown time and space."

The reason for the death of many god judges is that they lost the protection of the time converter, and thus were repelled and crushed by the power of time and space.

"If you say such an idea, everyone in Honmaru will strongly oppose it." Knemaru added.

Jingongjiquan folded his hands in his sleeves, and winked at them triumphantly: "So I said, I met an amazing person."

As expected of the rare great onmyoji, Abe Seimei, even in his youth, he has already mastered the profound onmyoji such as soul separation.

Compared to the previous few times when there was no defense at all, maybe this time it can be a little easier?

Izumi Jinguji, who has never tried Abe Seimei's own technique, thought so optimistically.