God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"What nonsense," Katsumaru retorted indifferently, "this kind of thing is very... common in our side."

Thinking of all the signs, Taidao is a little bit lacking in confidence. The other god judges he has seen will borrow the help of Shizheng to maintain the operation of Honmaru, including spells, props and converters. Only Jingmo does not rely on these at all, and directly in Honmaru Opening a stable passage to the present world is already an astonishing act.

No... wait, he opened this passage, and it's obviously not a random destination, so how could he not know about the historical changes?

That's why my brother said don't tell him yet!So that's the case... Will he be a traitor, what will be the reaction from Shizheng, and brother... what will brother do?

Kagemaru suddenly didn't care about the person in his hand anymore, just looked nervously at Hikiri.

Taidao, who was rarely able to synchronize with his brother's brain circuit, was in a dilemma. If the judge was washed away, would the brother's hard-won smile be affected?

"...Go back," Mustache didn't react much after hearing this sentence, he hooked the corner of his mouth, "Because I heard the answer I wanted, so it's fine."

"Eh?" Surprised by this calm reaction, Keimaru threw away the things that were in the way and asked, "Where do you go back?"

"I have to think about it again... let's go back to Honmaru after I sleep." Higakiri yawned and walked towards Tongma, "No one will disturb me anymore, right?"

Patriarch Chang, who was thrown into a ground gourd, pretended to be dead and remained silent.

Being embarrassing at home... can it be considered embarrassing?Of course not!

"Are you back?" The interrogator looked at the Genji brothers unexpectedly, "I thought you would stay a few more days... What happened?"

Seeing Higashikiri's radiant face, it shouldn't be to the point of murder and arson, but the dark circles under the eyes of Kemaru are rare, and there are rare times when their states are inconsistent.

"Nothing happened." Mustache turned back and felt in his brother's pocket, and took out a stack of writing paper. "This is what my brother worked hard for. Tell us about it."

The examiner glanced at it, and the handwriting neatly recorded the historical trend of Natsume's small world, and also specially marked the different parts from this side.

"Which part do you want to know?" Jing Mo nodded, "Isn't it all done clearly?"

"Why would history change without us?" Keimaru couldn't help asking.

"Because of the occurrence of tiny accidental events, the development of the world will be different, and there will be tens of millions of such branches..."

What followed was an explanation of concepts related to parallel time and space for about 7 minutes. Jingmo even drew a tree diagram for them to express it. The eyes of Kagemaru gradually became weak with the explanation, and finally turned into a =_= expression.

"In other words, the world over there is not the same as the one we are in now," Higakiri concluded after listening quietly, "You can open the passage to other worlds, right?"

"Yes." The judge nodded, "There are no historical revisionists over there, so don't worry about it."

"So, are you still human?"

"Brother?"

Regardless of his younger brother's stop, Mustache looked at him seriously, and smiled after seeing the rare hesitation on his face.

"I see," he said softly, "Although current affairs stipulate that the judge must be a 'human being with spiritual power and aptitude', but this is very good. When did they know?"

"After completing the political mission," Jing Mo thought about it for a while, "but I'm not sure about the exact time."

Since then, he has never deliberately concealed this matter.

"Well...forget it, do you want to have a real fight with me?" Tachi stared at the other party's eyes and initiated the invitation, "Seriously."

"Then let's do it now." Jing Mo shook his head helplessly, "I'll be there after I finish changing."

"I'm waiting for you."

Dojo.

Onlookers.

15 minutes ago, Yamabukiri Kunihiro informed the Fusangshin present that the master would use this place, and had a real fight with Hikiri.

Afterwards, the news spread rapidly, and the line of spectators continued to expand, and finally achieved the achievement of dispatching all members when the God Judge arrived.

The god-inspector, who specially changed into his combat clothes, looked very formal. When he entered the dojo, the Fusangshen paid their respects one after another, until he looked around and asked questions.

"Where's my knife?"

Some people took a few steps back guiltily, trying to hide themselves in the crowd.

"You can use my brother's sword." Hikakiri didn't have the patience to wait for him to find another weapon, and just looked up at Kagemaru.

Kagemaru handed over the knife hesitantly, seemingly unwillingly, but it was not aimed at the judge. He frowned and looked at Hemaru who was running around in the crowd and who was sitting in Xiaohumaru's arms. In the end, Sanriyue just sighed with a solemn expression, as if she had made some important decision.

"It's okay." The judge smiled at him, and then turned to today's opponent.

"...I am the treasure of Genji, Higakiri." Standing quietly waiting, the tachi slowly pulled out the sword with a sense of announcement, and then cut it off mercilessly.

The blades sang together, bringing out a crisp and long sound of gold and iron.

"...Is it a little too late?"

Within a few minutes, Xiaohuwan hesitated to speak.

The battle in the field has gone beyond the scope of hand-to-hand cooperation. Every knife of Mustache is aimed at the vital point without holding back, as if the opponent is facing an endless enemy.

But the god judge didn't show the slightest surprise, as if he had been prepared for this situation.

"What's going on?" Hasebe frowned and asked Kagemaru, "This is not an ordinary hand-gathering, what does Higiri want to do?"

Kenmaru put all his attention on the battle on the field, he didn't care about answering this useless question, he was only afraid that he would miss the critical opportunity in the blink of an eye.

"...it's very similar to when they first came here," Qingguang said, biting his nails, "it was the time when Kichimaru was injured, but..."

Don't you think Jingmo is not bad?No no, at that time he also liked knee pills very much, so he couldn't rely on this to judge, so why?

"He has to be stopped," Hasebe said with a stern face, "no matter what the reason is, it is a dereliction of duty for all of us to see this kind of behavior happen."

"Can't you get in?" Qing Jiang glanced at him, "I can't intervene, going forward rashly will only distract him."

He paused and added, "Muschi probably doesn't care if we get hurt."

So the only distraction is the other party.

The pace of the battle between the two was so fast that it was difficult for the onlookers to keep up with. There were tiny marks on the ground, which were the fragments of clothes that were cut off when the two sides dodged with a slight difference, even including a small piece of the neckline of the examiner. Metal decoration.

These words drifted directly past Kenmaru's ears, he could only hear his own heartbeat, and tried to open his eyes wide to not let go of any details in the scene.

Until he saw a slight smile appeared on the corner of the judge's mouth, and the mustache cutting knife made a stagnation that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.

"!"

Knee Wan, who had been mentally prepared for a long time, reacted faster with his body than his mind. Seeing his elder brother slashing at the neck of the god judge, he rushed out without thinking about it, intending to block Jing Mo.

Unarmed, he could only choose this method to stop his brother - just now he deliberately asked himself to hand over the knife because he didn't want to let himself interfere, but he couldn't just watch this happen.

As a result, he was beaten out by the God Judge with a scabbard.

"...?" Inertia added thrust, and Kewan, who was rushing directly over the head, turned his head suspiciously, just in time to see a cloud of blood flying from the side of Jingmo's neck.

"Are you satisfied?"

Jing Mo reached out to lift the blade stuck on his shoulder, blood trickled down, and a fishy-sweet smell followed.

"Sure enough, I still can't make a move." At the last moment, Hidekiri turned his wrist and put the blade in front of him to look carefully: "...it's no different from others, it's really unimaginable."

"Healing will be fast," Jing Mo smiled, "It's not just the effect of medicine."

"Is there anything special?" Mustache paused for a moment, stretched out his hand to rub some uncoagulated blood on his fingertips, and seemed to intend to study it.

"I won't get sick so I can live for a long time," the judge looked at his wounds indifferently, and patted Tachi on the head, "Don't worry."

"How long was that?"

"It's been longer than you think," the judge whispered narrowly, "I'm actually the oldest here."

Before Hikiri could reply, Hasebe rushed forward with a distorted expression.

"Presumptuous! Bold! You!"

It seemed that he was so angry that he couldn't speak well.

"Take a deep breath, Hasebe, I'm fine," Jing Mo had to return the knife of Kagemaru, and put his hands on the shoulder of the knife to calm him down, "Look, the blood will stop bleeding soon."

After soaking the front of the front, the blood did not flow, which is gratifying.

Hasebe closed his eyes and counted ten silently in his heart, and finally untied the knotted tongue.

"Lord, you can obviously avoid it, why should you get hurt?"

"Because I think it's time to end," the interrogator replied after thinking for a while, "You all look nervous."

"...Is it for us?"

"Angry?" Hidekiri walked over holding the knife, "Don't worry, I avoided the neck at the end."

"Shameless!" Hasebe finally calmed down and his emotions rose to a high point in an instant, "If it wasn't for the Lord not wanting to avoid it!"

He clenched his fists and turned to Jing Mo: "It's not wise for you to act like this. As a lord, you can't trample on the wishes of your subordinates like this. You must distinguish rewards and punishments!"

For example, tell this guy to go on an expedition for three months and not come back!

"What must be said is that I am trampling..." Higiri continued, but his younger brother quickly stopped this crazy act of hatred.

Looking at Hasebe's devilish face, Kagemaru immediately had the idea of ​​taking his brother on an expedition for three months before returning. Just now he had heard all the conversations between his brother and the God Judge, and he just wanted to say something about it talk:

Brother, next time you have any questions, please ask directly, don't use this roundabout way to test how long he can live, okay?

"Is the reward and punishment clear?" The judge turned his head and looked at Higakiri, who was comforting his younger brother, and hesitated a little.

"Hmm... It's really different." Mustache stared at him for a while, and then naturally handed the handle of the knife in his hand to the judge, "It turns out that my mind will still change."

"Alright."

The god judge took the knife, turned the knife around, and slashed on Mustakiri's shoulder under Hasebe's puzzled eyes, blood spattering.The location and depth of the wound were all exactly the same.

Hidekiri took back his saber without changing his expression, and hung it on his waist.

"...putting the lord in a dilemma is not what a warrior does." Qing Jiang said softly, and then raised the corners of his mouth, "It's good to change."

"I always feel like I've heard this sentence somewhere..." Qing Guang muttered, but he didn't remember the specific time.

"That's it." The judge in the field patted Hasebe's shoulder and said gently, "Don't be angry, and don't be angry with me, I will try not to have a next time."

Hasebe nodded without any resistance, and didn't think there was anything wrong with this result.

"Let's go, go and break into the room." The judge called Huqiri again, "Can you go by yourself?"

"Oh." Taidao happily followed up with vented emotions, and he didn't see any discomfort at being punished.

Kenmaru looked at Hasebe angrily and chased after him, the guilt and guilty conscience just now disappeared, brother's blood can repay everything, but I remember Hasebe!

"It's so unnecessary, Hasebe." Qingguang shook his head and left.

"Getting hurt together is a good opportunity to enhance our relationship." Owaki Tsubasa also said meaningfully.

"The master was already injured, and now he has to take the injury to Higakiri..." Kokomaru also sighed, "I'll go and stay with the master."

"Still too young, hahaha."

"Ah... I'm willing to do this kind of punishment!" Tortoise said intoxicated, "Hasebe, please cooperate with me like this in the future, please, I'm going to ask Higiri how he feels, don't forget!"

"???"

Hasebe watched the above-mentioned people go away with a confused face, and finally Gexian reminded him in disbelief.

"Punishment is for the person being punished to feel unhappy. What kind of punishment do you think this is?"

After finishing speaking, Kasen took Yamabasaki, who had been stunned, and left.

"Is this...is that so?"

Kunihiro Yamabashi learned a great secret.

His master didn't meet the screening conditions of current affairs, and became a god judge in violation of the rules!

what should I do now!

When Mustache came to talk to the interrogator, he still stayed in the corner, and he didn't expect to know such a secret...

Why don't you avoid him saying these things!

As always, Da Dao, who grasped the wrong focus, shivered wrapped in a quilt, feeling that every leaf under the moonlight was Shizheng's eyes.

He didn't want to change the main pill, and he didn't want to change the owner. He was very happy when he was drinking before, but he didn't expect such a fateful choice to appear so soon.

But besides myself, it seems that many people know about it... Since everyone pretends to be nonchalant, then I can do it too, and keep this secret for him.

After arranging a great task for himself, Da Dao took a deep breath and turned back to his usual taciturn and reliable valet, but he didn't notice at all that when he was struggling with himself, a little white figure tiptoed to the second floor.

It was already night when the judge returned to the bedroom again. Because of the injury, the big fox was very worried about him, and always unconsciously aimed at his shoulder. He knew, so he could only go to Xiaohumaru's room to play chess with one big and one small for half a day after mustache recovered - whatever they wanted to observe.

It's definitely not because the other party's worried hair is moving is cute.

After eating, Kiyomitsu took him into the living room to play games with them. Kanesada Izumi's technique was still very poor, but several people let him tacitly let him pick up a little...or A little overly confident.

I met Zongsan, Xiaoye and Gexian at the edge of the hot spring, their faces were flushed after soaking for a long time, and seeing that the wound on his shoulder had healed, they rushed out of the water.

Jing Mo raised the corners of his mouth as he went upstairs.

The time I originally had to find something to kill gradually became insufficient, but it was very pleasant... huh?

There were light, small breathing sounds in the room.

The judge went to the bed and gently lifted the quilt, and the young cranes slept soundly on his bed in a ball.

He probably hid under the blanket in order to scare him, but he fell asleep before he had time.

So the judge lightly changed him into pajamas, and then put him back on the bed—the unsuspecting young crane in the middle gave him a sleepy look, shook his head and gnawed on Jingmo's collarbone.

"Kiss and you'll be fine..." he said in a daze, "it seems... this thing happened before, why didn't I do it then?"

Then quickly fell asleep.

Leaving the examiner to think alone, it seems that the memory has almost come back, so the mind should also be fast.

It's so bright outside, but the bed is so warm...

Tsurumaru turned around in a daze and went to sleep!Anyway, there is nothing to do by myself, just thinking about how to play is so happy.

No, that's not right... Shouldn't there be missions like going on an expedition?No matter how bad it is, you have to feed the horses and so on. Although it is boring, it can't be said that there is nothing to do except play.

Someone moved beside him, and the movement of getting up caused a cool breeze to sneak in through the gap.

...who is in my room?

"...Ugh."

The body curled up naturally, and he grunted complainingly, probably to protest the sudden drop in temperature.

Wait, this can't be my voice, it doesn't sound like it, so tender!What a frightening effect this coquettish voice is!

The people around him moved slightly, the soft cloth nestled on the chin, blocking the cold air, a warm hand touched his head, and he rubbed it against it.

This is Jing Mo's hand... Wait, why do I know?

……

what--!

The people around him left, there were too many scenes in the heart, but Tsurumaru honestly expressed that he was still sleepy, so Tsurumaru, who was motionless, felt that the fright he had received was a bit strong.

Just sleep for a while, maybe this is a strange dream.

He closed his eyes in self-comfort, and quickly fell asleep.

...staying in bed again.

Da Juli, who was sleeping, frowned and looked at the white dumpling, Sanriyue got up very early, only this young crane, as long as he slept here, he couldn't get up all the time.

squeamish.

"Let him sleep." Jing Mo said, "call him later."

Nine twenty in the morning.

Tsurumaru sat in the middle of the big bed, half of his pajamas fell under his shoulders, his white hair was messed up, and his eyes were dull.

The dream is waking up, and all the memories that have shrunk have come back.

First of all, the mystery of how to sleep on the interrogator's bed has been solved, and it was he himself who wanted to come.

The memory of why it became smaller also came to mind, very good, there is a beginning and an end, and the next is the middle.

In the middle... In short, skip the less important ones first. Yiqi Yizhen even tricked himself into calling him "Brother Yiqi".

Pictures of acting like a baby, hugging, wrestling, and the like came one after another, as well as "Tsurumaru wants to kiss!", "I will be happy when I get kissed!", "Kiss can heal wounds!" and so on. Manifesto is also scrambling to manifest its presence in memory.

In any case, the part that couldn't be skipped echoed in his mind, Taidao lay down on the bed in despair, unwilling to think about how many people he had kissed.

Ah——(broken sound)

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, social death.

And that grown-up promise...

Tachi turned over and wrapped himself in the quilt, covering his flushed and steaming face in the dark—thanks to Higiri who is one centimeter taller than him, to Gojo Kuninaga, to Minamoto Naka, and to Shizheng!

I no longer dislike myself for being less than 1.8 meters!

Just as he was thinking wildly, there was a voice from outside the door.

"Mr. Crane?"

The sound of the candlestick being cut was heard, followed by the sound of the door opening.

"It's time to get up, you still have to eat breakfast on time."

Wait a minute, I'm not ready yet...Xiaoguang, this is also the room of the inquisitor, so it's not good to just open the door and come in?

Tsurumaru, who didn't know how to face the world, could only hold on to the quilt weakly and pitifully.

"Wake up, then don't be self-willed, you can go out to play after breakfast." Tai Dao's voice was very close, "San Riyue is waiting for you, don't you want to play together?"

——San Riyue, how did you calmly face this hellish situation?Should it be said that it is worthy of the Five Swords in the World?

Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who fell into social panic, thought desperately, in short, they can't let them realize that they remembered it so quickly, first pretend to be a child like Mikazuki, and then say, just do it like this.

"If this is the case, I will do it."

It was bright all around, and Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada opened Tsurumaru Kuninaga's last line of defense.

How do I usually do, quickly, come to a seamless camouflage!First, smile sweetly as usual...

Tsurumaru raised his head nervously: "Xiao, Xiaoguang?"

"Hmm..." Candlestick Kiri looked at Tsurumaru, whose face was twitching and full of despair, and pondered for a while, "Mr. Tsuru, could it be that your memory has recovered?"

It was revealed in a second!

The author has something to say: a long chapter!Praise me!

Higashikiri calmly blackened and calmly recovered, probably only the God-inspector Kazumaru found out~

What Qing Jiang said was mentioned in Chapter 28. At that time, brother Qie thought it was fun to judge the gods

It's really gratifying to have a change. Congratulations ww

Tsurumaru recovered his mind, and then admired the calm and composed Mikazuki

Happy to hear and see regret bridge hahaha

In the next chapter, Jingmo will eat it!

Finally, thanks to the little angels: the fairy Benxian, the gluttonous Kasib, Liu, and the landmines cast by Chunhuaqiuyue!

I love you~