God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"……Yes?"

Yiqi Yizheng answered in a daze, then stood up and walked out.

Gu Gu also got up and wanted to follow behind his brother, but a plate was stuffed in by the god judge, and he stopped holding the plate at a loss.

"Sit there and eat the fruit," the judge said with a smile, "you don't need to follow."

Then he walked towards the backyard with Yiqi Yizheng.

As soon as the judge walked away, the music outside stopped realistically.

"Sit here and wait," Kagemaru nodded his side, "It's just a conversation, they will be back soon."

Wakizasa thought for a while, hugged his knees and sat next to Taidao, peeling the plate of fruits one by one.

"Our mental examiner is the one who...helps repair the flaws in the heart..." Mustache carefully considered the words, "Psychiatrist?"

"Psychological counselor, brother." Knee Pill, who used to go to the Political Psychological Counseling Room to catch people, opened the small box and smelled it. A spicy and refreshing smell rushed out. The effect of the medicine should not be bad.

"No, no, it's different from that," Chichi thought for a long time, "Jingmo is quite gentle... right? So it's completely different from Shizheng's."

"There are still people like this in current affairs," Taro Tachi only knew from the examiner that he needs to do regular psychological assessments, and the form for recording various indicators makes people dizzy at first glance, but he doesn't know the specific process. "I have always I believe that whether there is a flaw in the mind can be seen with the naked eye."

"That's not the case," Higiri said briskly, "Humans like to use emotionless data to describe the unpredictable heart. They won't believe our common intuition, and human beings will only believe in mechanical judgments."

"They also often pin their complicated feelings on cold, unintentional things like us." Knemaru stroked his brother's back lightly, "I hope we can understand them and respond to them, but once we really respond, Humans will back down and doubt again."

"Eh? Is that why I'm always called there?" Higashiki half-closed his eyes, looking like he was about to fall asleep comfortably, "But the psychological... psychological counseling is quite interesting. With the machine, they can see what the feelings are in their hearts, and then the staff will keep poking your sore spots with uncomfortable words."

"...you will definitely be angry if you do this?" Wakizawa said in surprise.

"Yeah, so I beat that guy up, and no one wants to sit in front of me after that, they talk to me through the terminal," Mustache thought for a while before asking uncertainly Maru, "It feels like it's trying to provoke me on purpose, why on earth did you do that?"

Kagemaru remained silent. When the battle was at its most tense, due to pressure or other reasons, the conflict between Fusangshen and humans continued to intensify. In the end, Shizheng internally studied the critical point of Fusangshen's "emotion". If the maximum value exceeds That boundary would be considered dangerous and uncontrollable.

This statement is only vaguely circulated among the small group of Fusangshen who work for current affairs. There is no definite confirmation. They can only accept "psychological counseling" on a regular basis nervously and restlessly, and try to suppress their emotions when they hear extremely provocative words. .

But even the elder brother who visited the most times never knew his own conclusion.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Mustache couldn't get an answer and didn't care too much. He just stretched out his hand and touched his brother's head and face. "Anyway, it happened a long time ago."

"Have His Highness Higakiri and His Royal Highness Keimaru been in Honmaru for a long time?" Wakizasa heard a lot of topics that he would not usually talk about tonight, and he was inevitably aroused a little curiosity. The judges will not take the initiative to bring up current affairs.

"It's been a long time," Mustache replied cheerfully, "we came here not long after it was established."

"Five months," Kagemaru said exactly, he still remembered that it was early summer when he first arrived here, and the leaves in this pill had all fallen in a blink of an eye, and the first snow must be ushered in soon, "compared to what you really Come early."

"Only five months?" Higiri asked in surprise, "I think it's been a long time, and I thought it was longer than the time I was in Shizheng."

"I think it's very fast," Kagemaru thought for a while, and always felt that his brother's indigestion happened a few weeks ago, "but it did take five months."

"At that time, my brother was still a daredevil, and he would draw his sword casually when confronting the interrogator," Hidekiri said happily, "Fortunately, he was blocked."

"Brother!"

Wakizashi opened his eyes slightly, and even Taro Tachi looked up, as if he wanted to hear the detailed process.

"...I'm just trying to test him." Keimaru explained with little confidence, now thinking about his actions, it was really dangerous.

If the smiling face was not there, he might have been smashed by Jing Mo on the spot.

Wait, how did this kind of thinking come about at the time, as if something has changed now.

... indeed something has changed.

After my elder brother was beaten today, I actually only had the idea of ​​"Jing Mo is very considerate after dismissing others". If anyone did this, I would probably have drawn his sword and beheaded this person who dared to insult Genji Chongbao.

Kenmaru fell into deep thought, but the movements of his hands didn't stop.

Higakiri looked up at him, smiled and said to Wakizashi and Odachi: "When we first arrived in Honmaru, Smiley's hair was draped every day, and Kiyomitsu is very jealous..."

Yiqi Yizhen followed behind the judge, guessing what he would tell him to do.

But soon he was attracted by the thin back in front of him. It was already winter, but the black dress didn't seem to have any function of keeping out the cold, it was just softly attached to the young man's slender body.

He hesitated for a moment, took off his coat and put it on the other's shoulder.

With a smile on the corner of the young god judge's mouth, he continued to walk forward, and didn't stop until he walked out of the fence gate in the backyard.

"Master, do you have any orders?" Tai Dao also stood on the spot, looked around and stood next to the god judge as a guard.

"One period, one shock. After going out for so long, will you worry about my younger brothers?" the judge asked, picking up a dead branch from the ground.

After waiting all the way, I got irrelevant questions. I was a little confused, but I still answered honestly: "A little bit. Although I know that my younger brothers can take care of themselves, I still want to see them."

"After the end, when I will send you back," the judge smiled, "You and your brothers were all built at different times, but compared to the similar Santiao family, it seems that the relationship is closer. close."

"This is because the younger brothers are all short swords, so they always want to care more," Taidao replied, "This is the responsibility of the elder brother."

"Is it just a responsibility?"

"...What do you mean?" Tai Dao didn't know how to answer this rhetorical question.

"Even if you're not an elder brother, you still like it when you see a child, right?" The judge turned the dead branch in his hand a few times, "After all, I have already experienced it."

"That's..." Yiqi Yizhen felt a little embarrassed.

"If I were still my original appearance, no, even with my current appearance, you wouldn't worry about waiting in front of the torii gate all night, would you?" Talk to me less, but you are willing to play around with me when I was young."

"No, I don't mean to be dissatisfied with you, it's just..." Taidao hesitated to speak, and lowered his head in shame.

It's just that the juvenile God Judge doesn't remind him of the fact of "Master" at all, and he can get close without any scruples without worrying.

"Looking like an adult will give you extra pressure, but some things can only be said by me like this," the judge smiled knowingly, "You said just now that 'the knife only needs to follow the master's pace ’, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

"...Please correct me." Tai Dao Su Yan replied.

"A sword is just a sword, and a person is just a person. It is true that a person wields a sword, but it does not mean that you can only obey. Doesn't Kagemaru reject those who do not approve?" "Since ancient times, the relationship between the knife and its users has been a game, let alone you now?"

"We are just the embodiment of the master's will," Yiqi Yizhen replied after a while of silence, "His Highness Knemaru is the treasure of Genji, so naturally he has the right to choose the master, which is different from me."

Shortened, trimmed, burned, re-edged.

Although he didn't know what was lost in the fire, he didn't want to pursue it anymore, he just needed to accept the orders of the masters of the past.

Even if it's a new body, a new owner... the same.

"As the master, I don't want to see you like this," the young judge frowned. "Being able to appear in your current form shows that you are good enough. Why belittle yourself? Could it be that your spirit was burned by that fire?"

His heart skipped a beat, but he quickly suppressed the strangeness.

The juvenile god judge is still slightly different from the past, at least such a sharp attitude rarely appears in him as an adult, which is exactly what Yiqi Yizhen is not good at dealing with.

However, before he could figure out how to answer, he saw the young man Jing Mo pressing his temple helplessly.

"...Really," the boy sighed, "It was my inappropriate tone, don't take it to heart."

"No, I understand your intentions," Taidao put his hands on his chest and bowed slightly, "I did lose some things in the flames of Osaka Castle, but no matter how the original owner used it, I have no complaints. It is certain."

"I don't care about this." The helplessness on the judge's face became stronger, "Forget it, because my tone is not good, so he wants to come out, let's talk again when we have a chance."

"?"

"I'm really... so I was so irritable at times?" The voice of the judge gradually lowered, and he closed his eyes, as if he was going to fall backwards.

Taidao didn't quite understand what was going on in this situation, but he still rushed forward to help the judge, but just when his hand was about to touch the boy's body, he missed it.

You Shen, whose body shrank rapidly again, was still holding the dead branch in his hand, and was watching him with wide-open eyes.

"That's right," Taidao couldn't control his smile, he squatted down, "Aren't you the same existence?"

"He is me, but I am not him," the young judge replied, and then said, "You were upset just now."

The tone is an affirmative sentence.

"No," Taidao stretched out his arms to him, "I'm very happy."

The young judge who has been picked up proficiently looked at him incredulously, and after thinking for a while, he handed the dead branch he had been holding into Taidao's hand.

"Look."

Under the bright moonlight, Yiqi Yizhen saw the dead branch tremble in his hand, and then the rough bark was covered with a layer of oily green, and the small leaf buds poked out their heads, shook slightly and then quickly stretched out their bodies , turned into a plant he was all too familiar with.

"...A sycamore tree?"

The branches and leaves continued to change, and finally settled on the yellow-green cone-shaped flowers. The flowers that bloomed in the season that should not bloom fell alone on the branches, letting the cold wind blow.

"Do you like it?" the young interrogator asked.

"Actually, I can't say I like it, but it has already become a part of me." Tai Dao looked at the flower in his hand, "I don't know what is in my heart when I appear behind a person. Dao...should he really have a heart?"

He sighed, a trace of sadness flashed across his usually gentle face, but it was fleeting. He put the sycamore flower on a sheltered soil, and then asked the young judge gently: "Shall we go back?"

"It's a good thing to have a heart." The young judge leaned against his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat, "With a heart, you will have a lot of feelings."

I wonder what pain is, what is sorrow, why does it look so beautiful?

When Taidao carried the young judge back to the room, there was a lively conversation in the room.

Gu Gu carefully remembered what happened in Honmaru before he appeared, and was going to tell the first episode to the brother who missed it, and stood up in surprise after seeing the juvenile-looking judge.

"Oh, has it become like this again?" Mustache raised his head and blinked his eyes, "Come to me, what did you do just now?"

The young judge stared at him, walked over and lightly stepped on the place where he had just been beaten, and only grunted when he felt the muscles under him reflexively tighten.

The spiritual power quickly covered the wound, and it took only a split second for the burning pain to go from being relieved to disappearing.

Taidao turned over in surprise, and found that he was indeed cured.

Before Xiwan found a chance, the wound medicine he just received was useless, but no matter how good the medicine was, it was not as fast as getting it in hand. Of course, he was very happy that his brother recovered early.

Put away the medicine first, it can still be used in emergencies on the battlefield.

While thinking about it, Kagemaru planned to put the medicine in his arms.

At this time, the young judge walked up to him, snatched the small medicine box from Taidao's hand, then he opened it and smelled it, and put the box back into the hands of Kagemaru with a disgusted expression.

...What's the matter, isn't it the medicine you brought back?

Keimaru looked at the juvenile judge who seemed to be unhappy for no reason.

"It's so cute, let me give you a hug—"

It was Higakiri who broke the strange atmosphere, Taidao who was finally able to sit up after lying on the ground for a long time happily hugged Yuin and his younger brother from behind, completely ignoring the expression on Yuin's face of wanting to break free.

Kagemaru reflexively hugged his elder brother back, then he felt something wrong and quickly let go, and rescued the young judge caught in the middle, and then saw that the young judge's face eased, and he ran to Taro's arms to sleep.

Yiqi Yizhen showed a loving smile, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his expression.

...so what the hell is going on!

The author has something to say: The juvenile stage of the god judge ~ just like he said, he is young and vigorous hahaha~

He who has recovered his memory can feel it himself, so he feels that he has lost his composure

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In the end, there will still be a child's competitive spirit~

It's still so late today OTZ...

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 140 bottles of Shenxian; 0 bottles of Tianxiang 130 degrees;

Thank you everyone, love you la la la~