[Sword Ranbu] There's something wrong with that Tsurumaru!

In the past two days, Fengyuan, who is the judge of the gods, has been obviously very busy. It cannot be said that he left early and returned late, and his day and night were reversed.

Anyway, it seems that his mood is not too high in the past two days, and he is very gray.

But Fu Sangshen in Honmaru seems to be quite used to this kind of situation, and it can't be said that he is not worried at all, but looking at it, there are still some people who are used to it.

But he was so confused, he had no idea what he was going to do.

So with strong curiosity, he went to ask the interrogator's initial knife, California Qingguang.

"Hey, what do you think my lord has been up to these two days?" California Qingguang looked at Yuan who appeared from nowhere and came up to him shamelessly. When he heard his question, he obviously still couldn't respond.

"That's right, the California Palace is the master's initial knife, so you should know about it?" Yuan flashed curious eyes that were thirsty for knowledge.

"Well..." California Qingguang seemed to be recalling something, his eyes were empty, and his eyes were absent-minded, obviously caught in some beautiful and bad memories.

After all, his mood was not high all of a sudden.

Obviously impatient to wait for California Qingguang to finish recalling the past, Yuan, who told the answer, softly called out, "California Palace, California Palace?"

California Qingguang suddenly realized that there was someone in front of him, pretending to clear his throat in embarrassment, and then put on a magical smile of a mystic.

"Well, you will know later. My lord, he has been so busy on these two days of every month since he came here, but don't worry, he will usually bring a sword with him. Of course, most of them are the latest ones. A forged sword, so it should be Tsurumaruden's turn."

Then he followed Yamato Shou'an, who was passing by, and left.

Hara just kept a constipated expression on the spot.

After a long time, it turns out that you have been recalling for a long time, but you didn't tell me an answer?

You are so easy to find and fight!

So what's the matter?So curious!

Yuan felt that one day he would be pissed off by this group of guys who left half their words.It's too much to leave half of what you say, like a person who is about to die, stuck for a long time like a disc, when you want to say who the murderer is, when you say "the murderer is...", then suddenly over and leave The pain of someone who longs to hear the murderer's name.

Fortunately, he still had enough patience to wait for an answer.

He just didn't know if the answer would be what he wanted.

On a day when a misty drizzle fell on the world, Yuan was woken up early in the morning.

The one who woke him up was a calm-faced God-inspector, who was wearing pure white clothes without any patterns.

When everyone else is still lying in bed to absorb warmth and enjoy their dreams.The God Judge Kazuhara adjusted the Time Converter in the yard, and then disappeared into the yard.

When Yuan saw the surrounding scenery clearly again, they were already on top of ruins.

It is really a dilapidated village. From the remains of the building, we can vaguely see the appearance of people building houses in the past.But after what may have been the fire, and the subsequent wind and rain, these houses were obviously covered with moss and began to rot and dilapidated.

There are also some dilapidated wooden boards piled up there, washed mercilessly by the light rain, and these wooden boards still have some charred traces.

Next to this village is a large forest, but the land in front of it is scorched black for a while, as if it has been burned by something.

The god judge didn't look at the ruins, he just took Tsurumaru Kuninaga up a small hill next to a village.

There is a monument on the top of the small hill, which says "45 families of Fengyuan Village are buried here."

The words on the stele were carved with a knife, so even if it was exposed to wind and sun, it could still be seen clearly.

The judge kowtowed to the tombstone and said, "I'm here to see you again. Are you doing well underground?"

The light rain soon soaked the clothes of the two people present, and the leaves that were blown by the wind not far away made some noises from time to time, like weeping.

In the depths of the distant forest, there seemed to be a few cranes chirping. The sky was gray, as if a gray veil had been cast on the sky.

Yuan he looked at the tombstone and the judge kneeling in front of the tombstone.

He couldn't say that he didn't have feelings.

He has not experienced too many life and death partings in his life, although he has also experienced many partings, just like those Honmaru who left traces that he has experienced.

After all, the lives of gods and demons are too long. Compared with their lives, human lives seem to be in an instant.

Therefore, in the long life of gods and demons, they always have to experience or watch many partings.

He was originally a human being, but now he is also a swordsman.

The time of hundreds or even thousands of years is not long or short.But it is already too long for a human life, even if Yuan did not experience it personally, it still left traces after all.

A long life, countless partings, is it not another kind of torture?

As for the god judge, he becomes a human form, and the time for possessing a human body and human emotions is too short compared to a demon or a god.

A separation as short as one is enough to leave an indelible scar in his heart.

Although it is said that time will erase everything, at least Fengyuan, the god judge, has no ability to adjust it.

Yuan looked at Fengyuan from behind for a long time, and listened to Fengyuan talking about himself and what happened to him in this pill in the past month.

In the process of Fengyuan's narration, Yuan also knelt down together.

[Sorry, although I don't know who you are.But if that story is true, thank you for taking care of the lord for so long.Thank you very much. 】

Yuan's prayer was absolutely sincere.

He couldn't face each person and monument with humility.

In the distance there seemed to be the faint sound of a flute, or the sound of a snare drum.

The chaos of this era may have just begun.

But the peace and tranquility of this place is undisturbed at this time.

The author has something to say: I feel that I didn’t write the feeling

A lot of homework today

Quickly finish writing and send it up in a hurry