[Comprehensive] I have poetry, do you have wine?

Hallucinations are hallucinations after all, making people think they are dead when they are not.

When Jiu Tun broke the illusion, he knew that death and the like were all illusions.

What an advanced illusion...

Jiu Tun exhausted all his strength, and finally stood up, the severe pain screamed in his body, and together with the hallucination, he wanted to make him lie back on the ground again.

"what--"

Jiuten roared vigorously, as if to shake off the powerlessness with a roar, "How can this false death trap me, Jiuten Doji!"

The illusion is still going on, but the people in the illusion are already awake.

The mountains and rivers strewn with corpses are illusions, and the ghosts that wrap around him and hold him back are also illusions.

How real these things were in his mind before, how false they are now.

"Shuten-douji—"

"Let us die like this, you are not worthy to be the ghost king of Dajiangshan!"

"Shuten-douji—"

"Our deaths are all because of you, because you have no ability to protect us!"

"Sake Tun-douji..."

"I..." Jiu Tun wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a voice from the bottom of his heart.

"They're right."

It is the responsibility of the ghost king of Dajiangshan to protect the safety of the people of Dajiangshan. Since he has become the ghost king of Dajiangshan, he must bear this responsibility together.

But he failed, time and time again.

It was like this during Genji's time, and it was like this again when he was a sea monster. He didn't take the responsibility of protecting these people, but let them be persecuted instead.

But ah...

This time, he will never let the enemies break through the barrier of the great river and mountains again!

In the name of Dajiangshan Ghost King Shuten Doji!

"I'm sorry, brothers..." Jiu Tun said softly, "I have more important things to do tonight!"

He looked at Dayue Wan who was standing in front of him, holding the eight-foot Qiong Gouyu in his hand, and the fiery red demonic aura condensed around his body.

"After tonight, I will serve you a drink to see you off!"

After the words fell, Jiu Tun walked towards Dayue Maru, walking with difficulty.

"Lord of Mount Suzuka!"

"Ghost King of Dajiang Mountain!" ⑴

The monster power collided with the monster power, and during the turmoil, the subordinates had already gone through a hundred moves...

A contract is a shelter.

Perhaps because of this mysterious and special contract, Onikiri was awakened from the illusion by the scorching heat on his collarbone.

The light blue is mixed with a tinge of cyan, which is the familiar color of Li Bai's internal power and abilities, guided by his own red power, walking in the body.

He followed the direction guided by onmyoji and found the hiding place of the magician who performed the illusion.

Onikiri looked at the mirror-like barrier in front of him, drew his sword and slashed.

With the power of a thousand pounds attached to his hand, the extremely fast Taidao unexpectedly cut out an illusory blade shadow.

As the blade pierced through and the barrier shattered, the figure of the Sea Demon Warlock gradually appeared.

The siren warlock, who looked like a late old man, looked at the monster who had found him, his scarlet eyes were full of murderous intent.

He is a warlock, and he must never let such melee monsters get close, the only way to escape is to let him fall into the illusion again.

"People without demons will not be trapped by my illusion." The old man sighed slowly to the ghost, as if lamenting what he saw.

While waving his hands, jets of water shot up from the ground with a strong impact, blocking between him and Onikiri.

Onikiri leaned over and charged in the direction of the sea demon warlock, slashing with the blade, cutting off all obstacles in front of him.

Withdraw the knife and cut off the water.

The water was split at the moment of the blade's impact, passing across the glinting blade surface, and then shattered.

Onikiri's figure suddenly rushed out of the spray that shattered like a mist, pointing directly at the blade.

"Your past is your insurmountable demon!"

With words, let the other party step into the trap set by him step by step, and finally return to the illusion.

He's a warlock, which is what he does best.

"my past……"

Onikiri suddenly felt as if something flashed before his eyes.

The approaching long knife paused for a moment.The sea demon warlock heaved a sigh of relief, and the sea demon energy instantly entwined Onikiri's body, hoping to destroy it at the moment when he fell into an illusion.

Cracks appeared on the body of the sword, but Onikiri fell into an illusion again...

In reality, it is only a blink of an eye, but in fantasy, it is enough to look back on a lifetime.

He opened his eyes from the boundless darkness, and the white-haired man standing in front of him suddenly smiled, his red eyes that were as clear as water rippled slightly, for some reason, his empty and blank eyes moved suddenly.

source ray light...

The name Minamoto Raimiko suddenly appeared in his mind, with a trace of complicated emotions.

Um... what are mixed emotions?Is this just mixed emotions?

And... who is he?

"You are Onikiri, the patron saint residing in the sword of the Genji family." The white-haired man said to him.

He nodded blankly, but somehow there was a voice in his heart objecting.

【no! 】

"I am Minamoto Raimitsu, Genji's current patriarch. Are you... willing to join me in slaying demons and helping justice?" The man named Minamoto Raimitsu stretched out his hand to him, as if to invite.

His body seemed to move on its own, and caught Minamoto Raimiko's outstretched hand, "Okay..."

【Do not! 】

The voice sounded again, Onikiri just lowered his eyes slightly, it was beyond his control, his body moved naturally.

As time goes by, for years, he has been following Minamoto Raimiko to fight in all directions.The voice in his heart is always reminding him not to trust Minamoto Raimitsu. He doesn't understand why, but... he won't hurt himself, right?

The voice in his heart always mentioned that Raimitsu Minamoto was not the righteous person he thought, but what is justice?

He went to Minamoto Raimiko.

"For honor, victory, and the future of mankind." Minamoto Raimiko sat on the main seat, with sharp eyes, "This is my justice."

[But this is not my justice. 】

The voice in my heart retorted.

Onikiri sat in front of Minamoto Raimitsu, lowered his head, his lowered eyelids concealed the transformation.

Since this is not the justice I want, then what is it that I want?

Onikiri still followed Minamoto Raimitsu, slaying demons and helping justice, but a thorn seemed to grow in his heart, like a thorn in his throat.

Onikiri felt that he seemed to have forgotten someone, but he searched through his memory, but he couldn't find the existence of this person. The voice in his heart had been silent for a long time. In this Genjia where no one could say a word, he felt A little lonely.

Who has he forgotten?

Standing on the promenade of the Minamoto House, Onikiri rubbed his fingertips at the body knife at his waist...

"Onikiri, you need to know." Minamoto Raimitsu called him before attacking Oeyama, and said while standing in front of the map with his back to him.

"One day, I will plant human flags all over this land and stand above ghosts and gods!"

His eyes were full of confidence when he turned around, and he was determined to win.

He raised his hand and made a fist movement, as if he wanted to hold the world in his palm. At this moment, he is aloof and strategizing, the head of Genji Patriarch.

That's who he's after.

Before departure, Minamoto Raimitsu let him meet with Genji's people.

"Stick and greasy, disgusting eyes linger on the body."

He suddenly thought of such a sentence, who seemed to tell him, who is it?

【You forgot him. 】

The voice from the bottom of my heart finally sounded again after such a long time, as if it had been a lifetime ago.

【Remember quickly! 】

Can not remember.

【Remember quickly! 】

The voice urged him over and over again, but his mind was empty.

【quick……】

In the blank, there seemed to be a figure, a small one, whose face could not be seen clearly.

The figure seemed to reach out to him...

"As long as I can achieve my goal, I don't care what I pay." Before entering Dajiangshan, Minamoto Raimitsu said to him.

Minamoto Raimitsu seemed to have foreseen something, that's why he said such words to him.

What does it mean?

Forget it, he doesn't care.

【It's about this time...】

When he beheaded Shuten-douji, the voice in his heart suddenly sounded again, and there was a sudden dull pain in his head, as if something had broken through the ground.

Everything was known when he cut off Ibaraki Doji's ghostly hand.

Ibaraki Doji's demon blood splashed into his eyes, the contract with Minamoto Raimitsu loosened, and his memory came back.

The surrounding scenery changed, and in a vast expanse, a young girl stood in front of him, reaching out to him like that figure.

The girl tilted her head and smiled at him, "Onikiri, have you remembered everything?"

"Who are you...?" The dull pain in my head still didn't go away, but I always felt that something had changed in my memory, and the blurred figure gradually reflected the face of this girl.

"Ah, ghost doesn't remember me?" The girl seemed a little puzzled and troubled, she tapped her chin with her other index finger, then smiled at him with her eyes bent, "It's okay to forget Oh Onikiri, I can tell you, all of it."

【You don't know her! 】

A voice from the bottom of his heart sounded, making Onikir vigilant, he believed this voice, it was always right.

Onikiri remained silent, and the girl was not annoyed, she wanted to hold Onikiri's hand tenderly, but Onikiri avoided her.

"Onikiri, you are my sword..." the girl said with her eyes bent.

【lie! 】

"Lie..." Onikiri's voice sounded at the same time as the voice in his heart.

As soon as the words fell, Onikiri pointed the knife in the girl's nose.

The girl paused for a moment, then repeated, "Onikiri, you are my sword!"

"I'm not your sword." Onikiri's voice was firm.

"Then whose sword do you think you are? Could it be Minamoto Raimitsu?" The girl stepped forward, reaching out to grab Onikiri's wrist.

Onikiri's eyes sharpened, and the blade turned, cutting off the girl's extended hand.

The girl's face was instantly ferocious, and she clutched her broken arm and yelled, "Onikiri! You have no choice but to become my sword! You who betrayed Minamoto Yorimitsu, are you still delusional that he will accept you again! Are you My sword!"

It's not yours, and it's not Raimitsu Minamoto's!

Onikiri looked at the girl with gloomy eyes and did not speak.

"System, forcibly bind Onikiri to become my sword!" The girl finally became impatient, she was still unwilling to surrender to herself, and finally chose the last resort.

A thin black and red thread stretched out from the girl's body, trying to bind him, but Onikiri swung his sword to cut it, but was bypassed.

Frightened and angry, Onikiri cut the girl in half.

The venomous gaze cast by the girl who was cut in half could only dissipate unwillingly in the end, only the black and red thread was still heading towards Onikiri's heart.

The girl who was cut in half and had to pop out of the illusion gritted her teeth, "System, isn't this technique absolutely able to erase the most important person in the opponent's heart and replace it? Why didn't it work on Onikiri!"

"unknown reason!"

"You said that the more important a person is, the more thoroughly he will forget, but Onikiri remembers Minamoto Raimitsu clearly!" The girl shook her sleeves to express her anger.

The system didn't answer her this time.

"Okay..." After a long time, the girl seemed to have figured it out, turned around and left the place, "Fortunately, the mandatory binding has been issued, so I'll wait, now go to the next target..."

After the girl disappeared, the black and red thread was still coming towards his heart, just when Onikiri thought it would penetrate his chest and forcefully bind himself to her as the girl said, a burst of pain came from his collarbone. A scorching, light blue light mixed with cyan suddenly appeared, and bounced the thread away.

A new memory flooded into my mind.

This place seems to be a Japanese-style garden. It is not as exquisite and gorgeous as Genji's house, but it gives him an inexplicable sense of belonging. The huge cherry tree is on the hillside not far away, and the gorgeous cherry blossoms are blooming wantonly.

As if he was being guided, he involuntarily walked towards the hillside.

Sitting on the hillside was a small figure, with jet-black hair loosely scattered behind its back, its head slightly raised, as if admiring cherry blossoms.

Ah... that's him...

Such a thought suddenly popped up in Onikiri's heart, he looked at the figure, his heart was at peace.

As if sensing someone coming, the figure moved and turned slightly to look at him.

"Ah, it's Onikiri." A strand of hair slipped from his shoulder, revealing the boy's face.

With a pair of dark pupils, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, the bridge of the nose is straight, and there is a casual smile at the corner of the mouth. He is a young man as gentle as jade.

Holding a small white jade wine cup with his fingertips, he shook it gently, let out a chuckle, and patted on the side, motioning for Guiqie to sit over.

The young man took out another white jade cup from his bosom, poured a glass of wine and handed it to him. The wine tasted mellow and clear, just like the power transmitted from the young man.

Xu Shi was half drunk, the boy's already loose double-breasted robe was a little loose, and the neckline was slightly open and disheveled.

He smiled casually, but boldly and uninhibitedly.

Guiqie didn't know why, and suddenly wanted to ask the young man, "If you have stepped into a dead end, what kind of mentality will it be?"

"Are you stepping into a dead end..." The young man leaned back slightly, raised his head to the sky with one hand on his side, his eyes were far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and the thumb and middle finger of the other hand gently held the cup to his lips .

He paused for a while, then the corners of his mouth covered under the cup curled up, and he let out a chuckle, slightly tilted his head in the direction of Onikiri, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

"Onikiri, if that person is me..." A breeze blew by, and the petals on the cherry blossom tree fell down one after another, gently brushing across the boy's eyebrows and nose, and fell into the cup in the boy's hand, pouring the wine There was a ripple.

He drank the wine in the glass heroically, and looked at him wantonly on his face, "If I have entered a dead end, then I will choose to live to death."

The breeze blows the long hair on the sideburns, blurring the vision...