God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

The juvenile god judge didn't go directly to the courtyard, but turned around and arranged for Taro Tachi to help the owner of the house with some small help such as moving the unconscious relatives, and asked Brother Awataguchi to prepare dinner-the people of the Iijima family are probably not in the mood today Never mind that.

The three Fusangshen looked at each other and silently accepted the task.

——Although I really want to see it, but...

Keimaru watched them leave with a complicated face, as if he was not sure whether he should just walk away like this when it was his turn, after all, there was still a one in ten thousand possibility that his brother would win?

Looking at the tangled face of the Taidao God judge, he smiled, said nothing, and acquiesced to his watching.

Occasionally wearing out-of-shape clothes is not a big deal, and it is not impossible to consider it if you make a good request, but it is necessary to correct this bad habit of judging strength by appearance.

The judge who could feel that Taidao wanted to test his youthful combat prowess narrowed his eyes slightly. Although this place is not as convenient as Honmaru, it is enough to just teach the child a lesson.

Rejecting Yiqi Yizhen's proposal to keep the knife before leaving, the young man Jingmo conveniently pulled out a bamboo pole standing by the veranda, and walked up to Mustakiri who had been waiting in the courtyard for a while.

Seeing that Mustakiri on the opposite side had already drawn out his sword in full fighting spirit, the young man Jingmo still unhurriedly rolled up the hem of his clothes, exposing his naked ankles, and then slightly raised the bamboo pole to signal the other party to come.

"Huh?" Hikageri blinked.

——The other party's clothes are disheveled, and they must be tied up in a fight.

But thinking about it, I have said that even if I become smaller, I won’t keep my hand. Now it seems that there is no need to give in?And I still really want to see, how strong are you without giving in when you show a cruel expression?

He licked his canine teeth and swung the first knife mercilessly.

What happened next can only be described as horrific, and mustache was completely beaten on the ground by the young god judge.

The situation is so one-sided that even Kenmaru can only say that his brother is seeking benevolence and deserving kindness, and the unequal position is exactly the level of a parent's handling of a bear child, although the child is a little big and the parents are a little small.

"Even if I am young and vigorous." The juvenile god judge smiled and threw the bamboo pole back to its original position, reaching out to pull the Taidao lying on the ground, "Let's go, as a punishment, I won't heal you this time. "

See, rough-and-tumble education can be useful if you're prepared.

"Let me take a break," Taidao complained lying on the ground, not wanting to move, "Really, although ruthless, it is completely different from what I imagined."

The place where the bamboo pole was whipped on my body hurts, this is not a competition at all, it is a beating for nothing...

"Although I have recovered my memory, I am still a little different from before. Don't always take it for granted," the interrogator said with a smile, "Should I carry you in?"

"Brother just hug me." Mustache blinked his eyes, "How much strength does it take to really confront you?"

"Your ambition is not small," the young man Jingmo laughed at him, "I'm going to find clothes, go back and rest, and bring you something delicious."

Then he turned his head to look at the knee ball with wandering eyes: "Don't worry, I will also bring back the wound medicine, don't worry about the clothes, because I am not unfamiliar with the need for work."

After dropping a shocking bomb, the interrogator leisurely walked towards the backyard.

...Maybe I misheard.

Kemaru silently carried his elder brother on his back, and then heard Higakiri gasp.

"I said it would be better to hug me back..."

Taidao, whose beaten parts were concentrated below the waist and above the thighs, said softly.

When it was completely dark, the judge came back with two big bags of things. During the period, Hikakiri lay on the tatami, but his companions were very kind and didn't make fun of him.

Although he didn't know where the injury was or why the god judge didn't give him a hand, could it be that he was angry?

"Come to eat supper?" The judge took out a small porcelain box from his arms and threw it to Xiwan, then asked them a question and clapped their hands after getting an affirmative answer.

A row of people in white clothes and masks came in one by one from the courtyard holding lacquer boxes, arranged the dishes that were still steaming in the boxes, and then retreated quietly. There was only the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, and no one made any unnecessary movements .

When the last dish was served, there were about [-] food delivery people crowded in the corridor, stretching their necks as if waiting for the order.

"Wow...wow!"

There was an uncontrollable exclamation from the yard, and the people in white suddenly turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound in unison. The judge waved his hands with little interest, signaling them to leave quickly after finishing the dishes .

"Don't disturb the family." The interrogator said after going out for a trip and changed into a black suit with narrow sleeves. "I'll clean it up tomorrow morning."

So the white-clothed people went back the same way with lowered eyebrows and eyes, completely ignoring the unlucky passers-by who were frightened by the innocent.

"Ah... could these come from stones and leaves?" Mustache looked at the delicious dishes in front of him, and opened his mouth to signal his younger brother to feed him a chopsticks stewed matsutake - I don't know why it is still available in this season, "The food delivery guy looks like a fox."

In the first phase, the level of dinner is quite satisfactory, and it is borrowed from other people's kitchen, and it is not easy to move high-end ingredients without authorization, so the picky Taidao can eat until he is not hungry.

——Actually, he hasn’t eaten enough since he came here.

"It should be something like a mountain spirit," the appraiser said uncertainly. "When you encounter something on the road and think it's okay, you can use it first. These are all normal foods, so choose what suits your taste."

Along with the dishes, there was also wine. Young Jing Mo poured himself a drink and drank slowly. The lights in the room went out when the man in white left, and the abnormally bright moonlight shone in through the sliding door, making the Everything in the room is clearly discernible, the face of the examiner is hidden in the darkness, only revealing the bright red lips moistened by the light golden wine.

There was a faint sound of music coming from outside, the sounds of flute, pipa and qin were clear, and the skilled musicians played quiet music, but they seemed a little nervous for some reason.

"Before, I did see a fox in this house," Taro Tachi said with a slight smile on his face, and raised his hand to pick up a chopstick of sweetfish meat, "but I haven't come back these days."

"Fox?" Brother Awataguchi, who showed up late, seemed a bit restrained compared to the others. To them, the juvenile god judge and the juvenile judge were completely two kinds of creatures, and they were still in a state of carefully groping for a way to get along.

The judges change really fast, but for the mustache who can always adapt quickly, he still has a little respect for him every time.

The eyes of Wakisashi, who often dealt with the little foxes of Minghu, lit up indistinctly when he heard the words.

"I didn't get too close because I was worried that I would run away," Taro Tachi nodded. "I don't think such things should be disturbed by mixing with the students here to learn tea ceremony etiquette."

Odachi, who likes studious children, still wanted to sigh when he saw that the fox didn't come the next day.

"Hmm... I don't think it's a cute little animal anymore." Mustache continued to be fed by his younger brother. After thinking for a long time, he could only find a figure running away in a hurry in his memory, "and foxes are suspicious and narrow-minded. Creature, we won't come back until we go."

"Foxes are very cute," the young judge smiled as if remembering something, "There are indeed some suspicions, but that's why people like them."

"I like foxes." Wakizasa, who was always silent, nodded happily, "Smart...and warm."

"The scarf is fine," Kagemaru expressed his opinion coldly, "These little things are too teasing, it's better if they don't move."

Receiving Wakizawa's questioning look, Tachi was silent for a while, and still talked about a human being teased by a fox.

Ghost... The fox-obsessed samurai ran after the beautiful woman, lost his horse, lost one of his shoes, and finally lost his knife.

If he hadn't been for the thrown knife, he would have thought it was a ridiculous story.

Although both the sword and the horse were found by the servants in the end, Kagemaru refused to be used by this person again. It was a complete insult to think that Genji's heavy treasure was not as good as a little fake beauty.

... If I had a body at that time, I would have chopped him up, definitely.

Tachi thought with a gloomy face.

Mustache, who was full, moved with difficulty, and lay on his brother's lap.

"Brother?" Taidao, who was awakened, quickly changed his posture to make Higiri more comfortable, and quickly forgot about the fox, thinking about whether to borrow the bathroom to give his brother a medicine first.

"Excuse me, can you let the little ones join the banquet? It would be the best if you can be given a glass of wine."

Yatengu, who had been secretly watching from a distance for a long time, finally couldn't stand the temptation, and cautiously revealed his head in the corridor.

"Although we don't have any good food, we can dance a song as a thank you," Oshira begged Taro Tachi, "Young master has been sleeping, if you have this wine, you will wake up soon."

The spirit in the wine is overflowing, and it should be able to replenish their lost energy.

"We can also tell stories and sing songs," Oguro added, "we know a thing or two about rakugo or kyogen."

"If you want wine, take a glass," the judge said indifferently, "it's just that your young master is still a minor, so he will get drunk."

"Thank you very much," the two Yatengu thanked in unison, overjoyed, and then looked at each other again.

"Then let me, Oshiro, dance for everyone," said White Crow Tengu, and then took out his fan, "Although it's not yet time for snowflakes to fall, such a clear moonlight is also very suitable."

"This house keeps attracting the prying eyes of non-human beings, and the original owner of the house seems to be quite famous in the world over there," the young man Jingmo sighed in the gap between Yatengu's dance, "but his story is indeed telling. Good, so there's always going to be these unexpected guests, right?"

The figure standing under the tree in the distance came over. It was Akama who had been looking for snails for several days but failed.

"I like snails very much." Akama's smile is always full of indescribable evil. "If you can't see it, it doesn't exist. Everything is because of those eyes that can illuminate the darkness. We exist because of his seeing. , he paints our stories with his pen, and uses them to give us form."

"We exist because of his bridge, how can we not love him?"

"It's just that the way you express your love doesn't conform to the habits of human beings." The judge glanced at him. "I heard something before. You lured his cousin to make a wrong deal."

"That girl originally liked snails, but I just aroused the young man's competitive spirit a little bit," Akama replied, "And snails broke the rules, so I managed to persuade the other party to use my cousin and that girl. The child came to exchange the snail's life."

He giggled and approached Yiqi Yizheng: "You should also understand, right? Life can't be exchanged for quantity, because the one we really want can't be exchanged for how much."

Taidao dodged uncomfortably, not understanding why he had to say this to himself alone.

The author has something to say: What Hakiri imagined: a duel between masters, a serious fight, I want to see the power of the god judge through this

Jingmo's approach: Will you despise me because I am smaller?Pick up the broomstick around you and start cleaning up rebellious children

So Higakiri got a beating, and the goal was not achieved at all hhh