Be a God Inquisitor from Scratch

Xiao Ye quickly jumped onto the back bed, he often did this, and his movements were very skillful.

Then the two short knives sat cross-legged on the quilt, listening to Yao Yan saying that he got the memory fragment.

"That Honmaru has a lot more knives than our general, and there's also a Five Tigers Tui."

His eyes lit up: "What is it like?"

Yao Yan recalled: "How to put it, it probably doesn't have much sense of presence."

"Hey?"

"Act with other Toshiro almost all the time, and the eyes of the god judges will rarely fall on him, and the battle will never let him out, because...too weak."

His eyes widened in disbelief, why?

"Until one time later, it was said that a new battlefield was opened up. According to research, it was found that short knives are particularly beneficial in such a battlefield."

"That's why I reluctantly let the five tigers retreat into battle. However, that retreat seems to be injured on the first day because it doesn't fight often. It's not very serious. It only needs a few days of recuperation."

Yaoken turned his head slightly, looked at the lamp on the wall, and was a little dazed: "But after he recovered, the position in the team has been occupied by other knives."

"So, the five tigers returned to their usual leisurely appearance, playing with other Toshiro."

Yao Yan said: "I haven't had much contact with that retreater, so I can't see what kind of views he has on this kind of encounter. I don't know if he feels lost in his heart or something else..."

"However, compared to other withdrawals, his experience was much better, and those withdrawals disappeared like repeated drug research."

"That's it." Wu Hu retreated and blinked.

Yao Yan: "Back... are you okay?"

"It's okay, brother Yaoyan." The sword god with white hair and golden eyes murmured, "It's just that I feel a little... melancholy."

He whispered: "That retreat, hasn't been brave enough, hasn't enjoyed a real battle, hasn't been placed in the expectations of the god judge...is there no chance? It's a pity."

"Because there are too many knives, the back is only mass-produced by knife makers in the vast knife sea, and you are the general who dug a lot of mines, and then forged it yourself, and it is the only first knife."

"The weight of the two is not the same."

Five Tigers retreated and nodded: "But, even if it is mass-produced by a swordsmith, it is worth loving and retreating."

"God judges are human beings after all, and their energy is limited, so we can't blame anyone for this."

"Hey..." He sighed.

"But I still feel that I am not reconciled."

Seeing his younger brother struggling, Yao Yan changed the subject.

"Speaking of which, Tui is the knife that has been with the general for the longest time. What kind of person was she back then?"

"Master?" Speaking of the judge, Tui's eyes lit up, recalling the nostalgic past.

"In the beginning, the master actually regretted why it was me. My performance at that time was indeed disappointing, but soon the master abandoned those thoughts and taught me how to grow wholeheartedly."

"Let me use my own strength to fight, and then accumulate courage from every battle, and tolerate my weakness. Although she is tough on the surface, her heart is very, very kind."

"After I was able to fight alone, the master never interfered with my thoughts again. She hoped that I could go further by myself."

"However, the knife that made me decide to be the master forever is that day, which I will never forget."

Wu Hutui's eyes lit up.

"Master, she apologized to me. For the initial slight, I never thought she would apologize. At that time, I realized how grateful I am to her. Without the initial tenderness and patience of the master, I would not be brave and sharp now. back."

Yao Yan smiled and rubbed his receding hair: "It seems that our master is a very good judge."

"Yeah!" Xiao Ye nodded in agreement. Although he couldn't say so many words, it was the master who gave him the power to doubt the darkness at first.

In fact, black is not as black as he thought, and white is also different from what he imagined. The real world is more complicated than he thought.

Xiaoye Zuowen also wants to be like the five tigers retreating, becoming an excellent sword god who makes the gods proud.

Pulling back the corner of Yaoyan's clothes, pointing to the Thousand Paper Crane on the bedside.

"The master taught me to fold this one. At that time, I was the only one in Honmaru. At first, the master would come to sleep with me, but later, she taught me how to fold thousand origami cranes, and then chose the best one and put it here."

"The master said, here is my brave power, and it will accompany me through the darkness."

Yao Yan smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid later?"

"I'm not afraid anymore." When Tui talked about this, he smiled cutely.

"Actually, she can't tell the master, but she will come over secretly and sit on the roof with me. When I think about where she is, I feel at ease and I will never be afraid again."

"Later, the master was gone, so I wasn't afraid anymore."

"Then Xiaoye came, and he also had persimmons."

"persimmon?"

"that."

Yao Yan looked at the past in the direction he pointed back.

Xiaoye's bed was at the back of the retreat, and there was a small wooden bedside table next to the small wooden bed, with an orange persimmon piggy bank on it.

It can be seen that the owner cherishes this storage jar very much, and the little persimmons are wiped clean and shiny.

"That was given to Xiao Ye by the master."

Xiao Ye blinked and said, "I like it very much, Persimmon."

"I also like my thousand paper cranes."

Yao Yan looked at the two short knives, smiled and patted his head: "Since you like our God Judge so much, let's say good morning tomorrow."

"Good~"

The night outside was low and the starry sky twinkled, and the night in Honmaru was very quiet.

Yao Yan put the two little ones to sleep, walked out, and found a large figure sitting in the corridor, leaning against a pillar, looking up at the starry sky.

"Are you still asleep?" he asked.

Xiaohuwan turned his head and smiled: "It's Yaoyan."

"Looking at your back, you seem a little lost? What's the matter?"

"I heard the words of Tui and Xiaoye." Xiaohuwan leaned against the pillar, his expression was a little blurred in the night.

Yao Yan sat next to him, listening to the sword god speak slowly.

"Although as a Taidao, it's not good to think like this, but sometimes I envy the attention that short swords get."

The white-haired Sword God turned his face and laughed at himself.

"Even though I'm already an adult, I'm still jealous like a child. My master will give me a paper crane and braid Xiaoye's hair, but I've never done anything else since I combed my hair for the first time after I was born. gone."

As he spoke, he raised his head: "Actually, the master probably doesn't have such a self-awareness. She always tends to be gentler to children and women unconsciously, but to adult men, her attitude becomes cold and hard, just like two people. "

"But, on the other hand, she also respects your independence as an adult."

Yao Yan pointed out the key point sharply: "I don't know if I offend you by saying this, but you are actually enjoying this kind of respect, right?"

Xiaohuwan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and shook his head: "You saw it."

He has a delicate expression: "She treats me differently from Tui and Xiaoye, and respects my decision-making very much. In her opinion, I have nothing to teach, and she trusts me very much, so she doesn't care too much about my life. She Respecting my space."

Yaoyan said: "It's like treating an equal existence."

"Yes." Xiaohuwan leaned against the pillar.

"But I am both delighted by such trust and troubled by such respect. I really don't know what to do."

"In this case, why don't you try to ask her?" Yao Yan said.

"If the master respects you, she will agree to your request. After all, she is only a god judge, and it is impossible to know the heart of every knife."

Xiaohuwan was stunned: "Is that so?"

"Instead of getting entangled here, it's better to actively communicate. In fact, the master is not the type that is difficult to communicate with."

"What you said... Indeed, it seems to be the case, should I talk about it?"

The air fell into a mysterious silence.

After a while.

Xiaohuwan: "I still feel that this is too embarrassing, like acting like a baby."

Yaoyan: "This is your problem."

"........."

the next day.

When Qing Xiao came to Honmaru, she was embraced by the two little ones.

"Master, good morning!"

"Good morning!"

She was a little stunned by Dian Dao's affectionate title, and then kissed each of them with a smile.

"Good morning."

Yao Yan saw it, and nodded secretly, Xiaohuwan was out of balance and there was nothing wrong with it, the master's attitude towards the daggers was indeed a little too gentle.

On the surface, it looks very tough, but once you observe carefully, you will find the tolerance and consideration of this god judge.

This is not the same as Tui Yu's original description. It seems that with the increase of strength, the mentality gradually changed?

Qing Xiao smiled at Yao Yan and said, "Morning, Yao Yan."

"Morning, General." He nodded.

Qing Xiao looked around, raised her eyebrows and asked, "Where's Xiaohuwan?"

"I don't know, maybe I haven't gotten up yet."

"It's really not like him. He actually sleeps in. He was obviously the first one to get up before."

Yao Yan watched her slowly walking towards the atrium, smiled and shook his head.

In fact, the general didn't ignore him as much as Xiaohuwan thought, otherwise how would he know that he was the first person to get up early every day.

Xiaohuwan was squatting in the room, silently watching the comb in his hand, although what Yaoyan said yesterday was very reasonable, but it would be a bit embarrassing to go to the owner with the comb like this.

He looked confused, he was obviously a mature and reliable sword god, but he still wanted to let the master comb his hair, no matter how he thought about it, he would feel that there was something wrong with this knife.

Xiaohuwan scratched his hair in a tangled state, and the hair became even more messy.

dong dong dong——! !

There was a knock on the door.

Xiaohumaru's bedroom is next to the atrium of Honmaru. On the side facing the atrium are floor-to-ceiling windows and glass doors. There are bamboo curtains hanging to block the sight and light. A figure can be seen standing outside the door.

Xiaohuwan was startled: "Who?!"

"I."

"Owner?"

"What are you doing in there? It's not convenient. I'll come back later."

Xiaohuwan was a little flustered, he didn't expect to be the master, what should he do?

He looked down at the comb in his hand, and seriously thought about a question.

If he went out to ask his master to brush his hair now, how likely was he to be beaten?