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

"You were just a monster in Dajiangshan." The blood-stained man stood in the fire of karma, but still looked at the big monster holding a knife in front of him with his lofty gaze.

The original seven warriors behind him who looked like Fusangshen with swords and swords, who didn't know whether they were human or demon, had already lost more than half in the hands of this big demon whose black hair was staining a little bit of snow white. The wailing sounds of the people of the Minamoto clan, like the evil spirits from hell urging them to go down quickly to accompany them.

"I wrote a contract with you with my blood, sealed your memory, and polished you bit by bit into the sharpest blade of my Genji." Minamoto Raimitsu grinned at him.

"Ghost cut you, it's a sword unsheathed to slash the world's evil spirits. It's the head of thousands of ghosts and countless demons." The blue spiritual power in Yuan Laiguang's hand lit up dazzlingly, "Look at you now... ..."

White hair and red eyes, two horns on his head, even the sword on his body has been stained red by blood.

"You in white clothes are bathed in blood, just like a real evil spirit." Minamoto Raimitsu seemed to be mocking him.

"Heh..." Onikiri snorted coldly, and didn't say anything to Minamoto Raimiko. He just raised his sword again and swung at the enemy in front of him. The hateful Genji people will be the evil spirits under his sword.

Surrounded by a black and red demonic aura, he smashed the last puppet with a knife in front of him, leaving only him and Minamoto Raimitsu in the flames and blood. The wailing sound that could be heard before has disappeared now, only when the flame burns. The sound of "crack" is still echoing here.

Zhangzimen beside him fell slowly, as if the two standing in opposition were signaling that the battle was about to break out.

The knife in Onikiri's hand drew a bright red arc of light, tearing the armor on Minamoto Yorimitsu's chest.Minamoto Yorimitsu narrowly escaped this dangerous blow, and the onmyoji hit Onikiri's sword, and he drew out his saber to fight Onikiri close to him.

Onikiri's sword technique was taught by him personally. They have had countless sparring sessions and honing in, so how could he not be familiar with Onikiri's sword technique routine?

This knife, which used to charge with him at the forefront, was so cold that it sliced ​​through iron like mud, with blood shadows flickering, and it slashed into the sky.Now it's finally facing my sword.

After all, the human body is no match for monsters, not to mention the monsters in front of him have gone mad for revenge.

The knife in Minamoto Raimiko's hand and the knife in Onikiri's hand were pressed against each other's chest, and could pierce the other's chest and heart in the next second.

"Onikiri..." Minamoto Raimitsu smiled at him, still with that aloof look, "You used to be the sword in my hand."

"Shut up!" Onikiri's scarlet eyes became even redder due to emotion, and the hand holding the knife trembled wildly, leaving bloodstains on Minamoto's chest, "I'm here for revenge! You use Use me, use me to kill Shuten-douji, use me to open the way for you at the Genjia!"

Minamoto Raimitsu laughed when he heard Onikiri's words, he moved the knife in his hand forward, the point of the knife pierced the flesh and blood on his chest, and a stream of blood slowly flowed down.

"Are you really going to kill me, Onikiri?" Minamoto Raimitsu endured the pain and looked at the big monster in front of him who sent the knife in his hand into his chest, the harsh arc of his mouth never fell, "You will die, and me together."

Onikiri was unmoved, his hands were still trembling slightly, but he pushed forward unswervingly, inch by inch, deep into the flesh and blood.

"Do you know Onikiri, the seal in your eyes is not a contract between us at all." Minamoto Raimitsu looked at Onikiri in front of him, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, "That seal is just to seal your memory for you to obey. My order, and our real contract is in your body."

"My blood... is flowing in your body!" His voice was like whispering in the ear of the devil from hell.

Onikiri's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils constricted, and then he showed disgust towards Minamoto Raimitsu, and with force, he sent the knife in his hand into Minamoto Raimitsu's heart.

"If I die..." Minamoto Raimitsu stretched his neck forward, trying to get close to Onikiri, but had to stop because of the pain in his chest, "You will die with me too."

With a ruthless expression on his face, Onikiri took a step forward, the knife in his hand pierced Minamoto's chest and stretched out from behind him, blood slid down the tip of the knife.

The knife in Minamoto Raimiko's hand also passed through Onikiri's chest, pierced through flesh and blood, and protruded from behind.

"I just want you to die..." He suddenly felt very calm, watching Minamoto Raiko gradually lose his breath.

The pleasure of revenge and the sudden emptiness hit him at the same time, and he fell to his knees stiffly.

Sarcasm, grief or regret?

He didn't know what kind of mood he was in now, but he didn't think it was important because he was going to die.

Master Taibai also said that he would take him home, and now he can only break his promise...

sorry……

The blood flowed, spread all over the ground, and finally merged with the ghost hand that fell at the feet...

After Li Bai woke up, he didn't see the wounded Guiqie who was supposed to be lying beside him, only his own mustache squatted and looked at him with an innocent face.

Hidekiri tilted his head, then showed a soft smile, and the tails of his upturned eyes were bent.

Onikiri didn't know whether it was due to injury or exhaustion, Li Bai and Tochikiri squatted in front of him and observed for a long time, finally Li Bai turned his head and asked Tokikiri, "Onikiri seems to belong to Fusangshen, do you think it would be useful to give him a hand?" ?"

Anyway, it's all swords and swords, so there shouldn't be much difference, right?

"Hmm..." Higakiri put his hand on his chin as if he was thinking seriously, "I don't know either. How about we try, my lord."

Mustache had an eager expression on his face, obviously it was Li Bai and not him who gave Onikiri his hands, but he was even more excited than Li Bai.

Li Bai thought for a while, then put his hand on Onikiri's forehead to input internal force, the light blue internal force slowly flowed into Onikiri's forehead from the palm of his hand, and Onikiri, who was already frowning, suddenly showed pain, as if Li Bai input It is not a healing power but a poison in general.

Frightened by this situation, Li Bai quickly stopped, and then looked at Mustache next to him with a puzzled expression.

Li Bai winked: What's going on!

Hidekiri looked pensive: Hmm... I don't know too well.

Li Bai bared his teeth and grinned: What do you want?

Mustache suddenly realized: ah...

"What are you going to say?" Li Bai patted Mustache on the arm.

Hidekiri blinked innocently, "I was just about to say something."

Then he saw Li Bai's expression about to show his teeth again and hastily made a gesture of surrender. He really wanted to say something just now, but was interrupted by Li Bai's slap.

"Master, does this Onikiri have an owner?" Hidekiri asked suddenly.

"Huh? Oh Minamoto Raimitsu..." Li Bai nodded, Onikiri is a sword with a master, but his master is really not that good.

"I remember that a sword with a master generally only accepts the spiritual power of its own master." Mustache thought about it carefully, and then nodded affirmatively.

And this statement?

Li Bai had never heard of these things, but since his own mustache told him, he believed it. He nodded clearly, and then looked at Onikiri with a worried expression on his face.

He and Onikiri can be regarded as friends, and seeing his friend get hurt, he obviously has a way, but he can't help the treatment because the other party can't bear it, it's really sad.

"Then what should we do now? Just leave him like this?" Li Bai looked worried.

"Why don't you input spiritual power a few more times?" Higiri suggested, "Let him feel it a few more times, so he can get used to it."

Mustache came up with a bad idea. Anyway, he was not the one who was burned by spiritual power. As long as his master does not feel guilty, others are just small sacrifices. [My own cheating on "myself" always feels that Higakiri is not too proficient in doing it. 】

"Hmm..." Li Bai didn't notice the "sinister intentions" of his mustache, so he agreed to his proposal after thinking about it.

Pressing his hand on Onikiri's forehead, he began to input his internal force again. After several times, Onikiri's expression was no longer in pain, and his frown was finally loosened.

It was really useful.

After a few hours, Li Bai finally completed the task of killing ghosts. He sat down against a tree on the side tiredly, his head gradually drowsy.

"My lord, take a rest." Mustache sat beside Li Bai, and put his coat on Li Bai, "I'm here to help you watch."

Mustache took the initiative to take over the duty of caretaker, and Li Bai also closed his eyes and rested in peace. He didn't dare to rest at Yata no Orochi, and finally came out and was on the road all the time. He never had a good rest. Although this place is in the wilderness now, with his own people by his side, he can really take a nap with peace of mind.

When he closed his eyes, he actually fell asleep, his tilted head was wrapped around his shoulders by his mustache.

Mustache looked softly at Li Bai, who had indistinct blue and black eyes. Li Bai suddenly disappeared, and the contract on their bodies was broken for a moment, which caused panic among the swordsmen in Honmaru. Fortunately, they were connected again later, but that The worry will not dissipate until they see that Li Bai is safe and sound, especially when they know about Li Bai's disappearance through Mr. Dazai, they are extremely anxious.

Now that he was summoned to Li Bai's side, he was really relieved to see that Li Bai was not injured.

Our lord... Fortunately, you are safe and sound.

Hidekiri set his sights on Onikiri on the other side, the lord said Onikiri was him from another world, and he believed it when he saw the obvious knife marks, but he didn't know that his lord told him about it. What do you mean by yourself? Do you want to see some shocked expression on him?

Onikiri has a strong demonic aura, even though he looks a bit like Fusangshen, he is not the real Fusangshen. Mustache doesn't know how he was created, but he thinks that this vibrating knife should not stay with Li Bai good.

As long as they have a shikiri for their Honmaru, Genji's katana can only have one more knee maru at most, and let them stay where they want to stay with other knives, there is no need for another Hikakiri at all!

Guiqie who was lying on the ground woke up slowly with a groan, his somewhat empty eyes turned blankly, swept over Mustache who was sitting beside him, and finally landed on the sleeping Li Bai.

He remembered that Master Taibai asked him if he wanted to go home with him in his sleep.

"Taibai... my lord..." Onikiri slowly got up and wanted to get closer to Li Bai, but was stopped by Mustache.

After waking up, he can feel the spiritual power of Li Bai. He is really Master Taibai, and the spiritual power of Master Taibai remaining in his body is warm and thick but with clear spiritual power, nourishing the wounds on his body like spring water.

Onikiri felt that he wanted to cry, Li Bai did not die at the hands of Minamoto Raimitsu, this should be regarded as a kind of comfort to him.

"Do you still have something to do?" Mustakiri smiled softly, but irresistibly stopped Onikiri, preventing him from approaching Li Bai.

"I..." Onikiri lowered his voice, the hoarse voice made his throat feel a little sore, as if the smell of blood was spreading.

"Do what you should do. It is enough for my lord to have me by my side." Mustache smiled incomprehensibly, and his words expressed the meaning of not letting Mustache get close to Li Bai again.

Onikiri lowered his head, his long black hair blocked his eyebrows, his hands at his sides were clenched into fists, he knelt down in front of Li Bai on one knee, and bowed his head for a while.

"If I can come back alive..."

He stood up as if he had made up his mind, nodded to Mustache, and left resolutely.

With the swift movement of turning around, there is a conspicuous strand of silvery white in the fluttering black long hair, which is a bit stinging to the eyes...