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asphyxia.

Yuan Boya felt that he had never been so embarrassed.

Obviously it has nothing to do with him, he is just a poor brother who doesn't know anything...

In the "Kenden-zukuri" living room in the Heian period, rooms with different functions are separated by screens and tents. The door is opened next to the place for receiving guests, which is the owner's bedroom, and a certain distance to the side is the side hall. It is the residence of the patriarch's relatives. The Genji Patriarch of this generation has not yet married a wife and had children. The thin Genji family has only two or three young masters. Lai Qin and Lai Xin should go out to go to class, and now he is the only one left...

Minahiro glanced at his elder brother in the upper seat, then at Seimei, who was immobile and smiling unpredictably, and Tsurumaru, who was having fun with himself, and then at Higakiri, who was sitting at the bottom of the seat. He Xiwan suddenly regretted not taking advantage of the convenience to slip away just now.

He was not the only one who was embarrassed, the thin green-haired Fu Sangshen looked even more pitiful than him, he sat with aggrieved mustache and cut off his head, a tall and tall man, wishing to tuck his head under the seat, Escape the embarrassing situation in front of you.

As the sword that represents Genji Patriarch, carrying the glory of being Genji's treasure, but calling someone else Patriarch in front of him...

Is this a betrayal, or a betrayal, or a betrayal?

Thinking of the pride that the Heira family once robbed themselves to prove that they defeated Genji, Genji suffered great shame and humiliation for this, rose up and kicked the whole brain of the Heike family into the sea...

Keimaru thought pessimistically, it is estimated that this matter can only be apologized by harakiri in the end.

Minamoto Raimitsu just stared at Fu Sangshen, who was twice wielding his sword, and when he glanced at their clothes, there was a hint of disgust in his eyes: "What kind of clothes are you guys wearing?"

The close-fitting military uniform outlines Fu Sangshen's thin figure, with long legs and thin waist, and his whole body looks like a gun, but in the eyes of the nobles in the Heian era, this is no different from wearing nothing.

Immortal, hot eyes.

"Is your master so poor that he has no money to make clothes for you?" Yuan Laiguang's mouth was so poisonous that he could vomit to death.

Tsurumaru on one side was drinking water, with one leg bent under his elbow, sitting out of shape but unrestrained, and suddenly hearing Minamoto Raimiko's words, almost sprayed water on Seimei's face.

Abe Seimei was playing with the bat fan in his hand. There was nothing on the fan, but he was staring at the fan intently, as if a rare flower had bloomed on it, sitting like a Buddha, pretending that he did not exist, and living and dying refused to go.

... When will Seimei's problem of watching the excitement get better!

Yuan Boya saw what his friend was thinking at a glance, and roared angrily in his heart.

Kagemaru's face is blushing. The colleagues in this pill come from different eras. The previous protagonist has different personalities and hobbies, which will affect their clothing and appearance.There are quite a few people in traditional costumes, many in military uniforms, and even cassocks. The two brothers are not inconspicuous among a group of Awataguchi swords, so they never feel that there is anything wrong.

But now standing in front of the original owner, I feel... as if I really feel ashamed to run naked!

The white face under the thin green hair was about to burn, and the knee ball was full of thoughts about the head of the house, did he hate them?Or express dissatisfaction with this?

Mustache Kiri on one side spoke first: "I don't know what's going on, anyway, when you have a human body, you are dressed like this. Many people in later generations will dress like this. Is the Patriarch interested?"

Mustache, who was not surprised and kept dying, looked at his original owner with a smile.

This is a real warrior who doesn't care about running naked and who will invite others with a smile. Among the swords of the Heian era, Tsurumaru thinks that he and Mikazuki are the ones who should not be provoked.

The two guys who are smiling all the time, who knows what kind of bad water is simmering in their stomachs, their hearts are so dark that they are dripping mud, and they don't know whether they are thick-skinned and can't pierce them, or they have no shame at all.

That is to say, the lord is as innocent as a baby, and thinks that Mustache is a forgetful idiot.

Minamoto Raimitsu was not angry at the invitation to run naked with his sword, instead he raised the cypress fan in his hand and nodded: "In other words, you do have other masters."

What he said was thoughtful, and Kewan was shocked, and immediately lowered his head: "Patriarch... I'm sorry."

Minamoto Raimitsu waved his hand and just sighed: "It's nothing. Although I have been shouting Long Live Genji, but even I have not fully believed such words. Genji's glory will fade one day, and Genji's heavy treasure will of course leave. I just didn't expect that I would actually see such a fact..."

If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, maybe you can still deceive yourself?

The talented young man fell into a long silence, Kemaru didn't know what to say, Mustache tilted his head slightly, and the amber gold pupils were full of honey-like light: "Is the Patriarch dejected?"

Minamoto Raimiko sneered: "As my sword, do you dare to question me like this? Even if it is destined to decline, the Genji under my control will first cut down the absolute glory."

Mustache rubbed his chin with his fingers, squinted his eyes and smiled like a limp cat: "Hey, how could it be?"

Only at this moment did he finally have the absolute respect and obedience he showed when facing the lord: "You are the Patriarch of Genji, invincible and invincible."

He bowed his head to his former master.

Tsurumaru held a half-gnawed Dou Daifuku in his hand, looking back and forth between the pair of master and servant.

Therefore, mustakiri is really the most unique among all fusangshen.

Tomorrow, I am always thinking about the glory of Genji, obsessively remembering the status of Genji's treasure and being proud of it, but when I really meet the lord who gave me such honor, I can still maintain an almost ruthless rationality .

As a sword, he couldn't choose his master, so he only showed respect at first;

As Fusangshen, he once again saw something worthy of allegiance from the patriarch, and solemnly expressed his loyalty as a retainer of Genji.

Choosing the Lord with the Sword... He should be the first Fu Sangshen to go to examine the former Lord so proudly, right?

"As Genji's sword, I was supposed to fight for you." When Higakiri became serious, his temperament was subtly similar to that of Minamoto Raimitsu, and at this time, he and Kemaru were sitting together, absolutely not Someone mistook who the elder brother was.

"But I already have a lord, if you are angry about this..." Hikakiri stood up, held the body sword on his waist with one hand, drew the sword out of its sheath with his backhand, knelt down on one knee, and cupped his hands towards Minamoto Raimiko. The main body, with a cold and calm expression, "May I be broken by you."

"Anija!"

Kagemaru stood up in a daze, and after being stunned for two seconds, his face slowly turned pale, then knelt down beside his brother silently, and also drew his sword and offered it.

"May I be broken by you."

The original owner and the current owner are simply irreconcilable contradictions.

Tsurumaru was stunned for a few seconds, but did not make a sound, but changed his position and knelt and sat down.

He has no position to dissuade, as a sword, he should act frankly, loyal to the current owner, and being broken by the original owner is the choice of the sword.

All he can do is respect the choice of his colleagues, watch them being broken, and then bring the broken knife to the lord.

Minamoto Raimitsu's expression slowly turned cold as he watched the familiar sword being lifted towards him in the first two strokes.

"You are my Genji's sword."

he said softly.

The majestic young man tapped his fingers on the low table in front of him. There was no emotion on his face, it seemed that he was extremely angry, and also seemed disheartened.

Yuan Boya was stunned by the direction of this matter, he subconsciously wanted to stand up and hold his brother.

He knows how much his elder brother attaches great importance to the Higakiri and Kinmaru swords. They were specially cast for his elder brother by his father who died young. It took several years to get such a pair of twin swords. Usually, his elder brother loves them He is caring for his own children, and he regards them as the glory of Genji.

But today came such a...

He suddenly regretted that he had proposed to his elder brother the idea of ​​watching Higashikiri and Kinmaru.

Minamoto closed his eyes, pondered for a moment, then opened his eyes, and moved his fingers to the two fusangshen below.

Hikiri Komemaru handed over his body sword without any hesitation.

"Brother!" Yuan Boya hurriedly stood up.

On one side, Abe Seimei was still watching this scene as an old god, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, and even gave Yuan Boya a hand.

Minamoto Boya staggered while being held back, and saw Minamoto Raimitsu had raised the pair of swords in front of him, looked at them carefully twice, and muttered something softly in his mouth.

"Defeat me." He threw the sword back to the Fusangshen, and Mustache Kikimaru put it away neatly, staring at the former patriarch.

"Defeat me, and I will give you the power of choice as a trophy." Genji's Patriarch announced arrogantly.

"Win, you leave, lose, I will break you."

As one of the best samurai in the Heian period, Minamoto Raimitsu said so.

His eyes were calm, and there was an absolutely undeniable meaning in them.

Yuan Boya became anxious when he saw that look. He could see that his brother would never let go, and he would never show mercy. If he said to break it, he would really break it, even if it was the most beloved sword.

"But brother—" he was halfway through his words, but was covered by Qingming, the big onmyoji hit Boya on the forehead with a bat fan, and asked softly in his ear: "This is Bai's retainer, don't you?" Ever wondered where the retainers belonging to Raikou-sama went?"

Tsurumaru, who heard a few words with Fusangshen's good hearing, blinked his eyes, yes, he is the master's sword, but the "Tsurumaru Kuninaga" of this era is still lying in the mansion of Gojo Kuninaga.

It doesn't make sense that the two swords that belonged to this time and space will disappear when the mustache-cut knee pill comes out?

This does not comply with the Basic Law at all.

That's what I said, but the fighting in the dojo is also done with real swords and guns. Minamoto Raimitsu really fulfilled his promise. He used the body knife of Keimaru to fight with Hikakiri, and used it after resting enough. Mustukiri's main body sword, the sword hitting the knee pill, was the most powerful samurai in the Heian period.

Jingujiquan in Abe's mansion suddenly felt the flow of spiritual power flowing to a certain place, and two starlights lit up in his consciousness. Combined with what Shikigami said just now, he suddenly raised his head and looked into the distance.

Genji...is it Higakiri and Kinmaru?

Before he could think any further, Tamamozen raised his head lazily lying on the floor, straightened his ears, and looked very unhappy.

There are two more nasty guys coming over, the same as the previous one, right?

Heh, do you think there are so many people?

Let you see the consequences of bullying the few with the more!