God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"He slept soundly." Owaki Hasa, who had been sitting next to the sliding door with his sword in his arms from the very beginning, stared at the sleeping Kami Kiyomitsu inquiringly, "It's the kind of person who won't dream even when he's asleep. type."

"Even if it's a dream, it should be a sweet dream," the judge who didn't intend to sleep helped Fu Sangshen to brush the hair off his cheeks, and buried his face in the pillow with a mutter, "His Troubles are always short-lived."

"For us, most dreams are meaningful." Smiling Qingjiang turned his head and cast his eyes on the leaves swaying slightly due to the raindrops. "Dreams often represent weakness and confusion. Of course, there are also desires. What you want and what you don’t want, dreams will show, this is the first step.”

The judge listened quietly without interrupting.

"If you ignore it and don't deal with the loopholes in your heart, you will unknowingly become weak—" Fu Sangshen smiled happily, "You are more likely to be injured in battle, and you will also become weaker due to weather changes and the like. Little things get sick, that's the second step."

"If you are still obsessed and unable to get out, then anything can happen, whether you are fragile or broken, or you lose your mind and indulge yourself. At this point, the only way to go is to become a different kind."

"Stability and joy can make you strong, and you can become weak when you are confused and tired. The heart is clearly reflected on the body, and there is nowhere to hide. This is us." Smiling Qingjiang tightened his arms, leaning his cheeks on the handle of the knife, "Even if it's just the maintenance of spiritual power, you still have to involuntarily pursue the other party's approval. This is Fu Sangshen."

The candles in the paper lanterns quietly burned out the last remaining tears, the pattering rain outside gradually became quieter, and the bright moonlight shone through the gaps in the dark clouds, even through the window paper, the golden pupils still shone brightly.

"Talking a little too much, will it bother you?" Owaki Tsubasa regained his original sitting posture after losing his mind for a while, "Forget about the extra parts, I'm here, so please sleep peacefully tonight."

"—It's not a bad thing to depend on someone," the judge said after a moment of silence, "I think you should try to avoid going alone as much as possible in the process of growing up. show you the way."

"Although the road leads to the abyss?"

"It's others who point out the direction, and it's yourself who chooses to move forward," the judge calmly responded to this slightly sharp rhetorical question, "If you can't realize what the end of the road is, you are doomed to sink, and there is nothing to regret."

"Ah, it's sunny—" California Qingguang, who was sleeping very contentedly, stretched his waist, "Are you all up already?"

Smiling Qingjiang was still sitting by the door with his sword in his arms, but he had already put on his battle uniform, and the bathrobe he had changed was neatly folded beside the pillow. Dressed up as before, he was concentrating on flipping through the thread-bound book that he didn't know where he came from.

"You're already very early," the interrogator replied, "you're the first one, and they haven't woken up yet."

"I said, you didn't sleep at all, did you?" California Qingguang looked suspiciously, "Master, do you feel uncomfortable?"

"It was just an accident last time, and it won't happen again in the future." The examiner who had silently reflected and adjusted his work and rest time smiled, "Just staying up all night won't affect anything, so don't worry."

"That's good." Da Dao smiled reassuringly, "I'll go and wake them up."

Owaki Tsubasa looked back and forth between them, wisely, he didn't express his opinion.

Hasebe, whose face was more gloomy than yesterday because of the hangover, really shocked the proprietress when he left. She turned the curious words several times on the tip of her tongue and did not dare to ask, so she bowed regretfully to send the group of samurai out.

"Hasebe, you scared her," said Qingguang, who walked to the end with a smile, "Don't be so serious, we won't tell you about your drunkenness."

"It's not shameful to be drunk, but I lost my composure in front of the lord. This is what I can't forgive myself," Hasebe responded angrily, "How can a qualified retainer drink so much that he loses consciousness in front of the lord!"

"Actually, there are quite a few people who do this..." Qing Guang muttered softly, "Anyway, maybe the master thinks you look cute when you're drunk."

"Cute?" Hasebe blushed angrily, "I am the master's subject and the sharp knife in his hand. How can such an adjective appear on me?"

"Ah—it's painful to communicate with one type." Qing Guang rolled his eyes back, "That's the daughter of the proprietress, running towards you."

"Huh?" Hasebe felt a hand grabbing the streamer hanging from his clothes, and when he looked down, he saw the bright smiling face of the little girl. She raised her hand and stuffed a neat little bag into the doubting Daoist's hand, and then He ran back to the proprietress who was waiting at the door of the hotel.

"What is this?" Hasebe frowned, and his serious face became more and more impersonal, "Do you want me to hand it over to the master?"

"If there is no explanation, it should be for you." California Qingguang looked curiously at the leaf bag tied with colored thread.

"It's up to the Lord to judge," Hasebe hung the leaf bag on his waist and walked forward, "We shouldn't have wasted so much time."

"It's wagashi." Jing Mo sniffed the sweet scent coming from the lower leaf bag.

"Wagashi?"

"Didn't you look at wagashi for a long time in the Hasebe of the kitchen yesterday?" The judge leaned under the tree and fiddled with the transfer device carelessly in his hand, and the pocket watch-like instrument clicked in his hand, "I think you like it." If you do this, just accept it happily.”

After the leaf bag was opened, it turned out to be four persimmon-shaped snacks. Hasebe was a little at a loss when he received a gift from a stranger for the first time. After thinking about it for about ten seconds, he separated two of them and wrapped the other two. It was presented to Jing Mo again.

"I hope you can enjoy it together." Hasebe carefully tore off a blood-stained leaf, "for today's refreshment."

The judge didn't answer, but just looked up at him. The sideburns of the knife that had just beheaded the enemy were wet, and a little black blood was splashed on the lower edge of the white glove. There was a slight look of expectation in the frank eyes.

"..." Hasebe didn't want to give up without getting an answer, "I think this is a gift from the bell, so it belongs to you in essence."

"Hasebe, I gave you the bell as a gift. How to use it is your choice," Jing Mo replied gently, "but I am happy to accept the invitation. I will go to the room to find you in the afternoon?"

"Yes, I will make tea for you," Da Dao smiled sincerely, and stretched out his hand to the judge, "Shall we return now?"

"Let's also look at the harvest of their expedition." The god judge Wei Yi stood up from the ground with his strength, and threw the transfer device in his hand up and down. "Let them withdraw and prepare to return to the main pill."

"The result of the expedition? Of course it's a big success!" Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki laughed proudly, "We brought back everything we could bring back, and there is also Xiaopan, because we brought back seeds and sweet potatoes. Now Tsurumaru is planting in the field with a dagger, but you'd better go and have a look, we think his wounds haven't healed yet."

"I see, I'll look for him in a while." Jing Mo looked at the resources that had been counted and put into storage and nodded, "You guys did a good job, did you have fun when you went out?"

"Hey, I saw a scene I had never seen before. Although it is not a new era, peace is really happy." Mutsu kept touching the handle of the knife with a nostalgic look on his face. "The mission of the expedition was unexpectedly simple, just patrolling. Didn't talk to people, didn't meet the time travel army."

"Thank you for your hard work. I will leave the rear security deployment to you. If you have any requirements, you can directly ask them." The judge laughed, "I'm counting on you."

"Haha, there are still requests," Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki scratched his head embarrassingly, "We are really not good at paperwork, can we leave this to someone else?"

"You can figure it out." The inquisitor who also doesn't like logistical matters answered readily, "As long as the other party is willing, anyone can come. I think everyone is very reliable."

"Just leave it to the servant!" Mutsu Mamoru immediately picked up, "It's customary to hand over the paperwork to the servant, right Kiyomitsu?"

"Huh? I don't like paperwork either." Qing Guang was fiddling with his nails a little bored from the beginning, but was startled when he was called.

"When it comes to being good at paperwork, it must be..." Pressing Hasebe...

Kiyomitsu swallowed the name that was already on his lips with difficulty, Hasebe is too cunning!He secretly asked the master to have afternoon tea together in the room, and it would be great to give him another chance.

"Yaoyan, he is also very good at paperwork," Qingguang coughed, "Master knows, right?"

"It's not okay to push all the work to Yaoyan." Jing Mo laughed, "I will leave the task of informing Yaoyan to you, and prepare the things that Baimonuyu wants by the way. I think everyone is a little impatient."

What can Qingguang do in California? It's not about reluctantly carrying out the orders of the bad-hearted master.

"You told Jing Mo about the dream," Tsurumaru, who was so excited after going out for a while, lay in the middle of the room like a dead body, "what are you talking about—it's useless for him to know, yes For humans, dreaming is a very common thing."

Although he always remembers the panic when he woke up from his first dream, the sweat dripped from the end of his hair onto the unfamiliar tatami, and the shadows of the trees blown by the wind outside seemed like the other side stretched out unwillingly and wanted to grab something. arm.

"It won't affect anything if you know it," Owaki Osamu untied the blood-soaked scroll and replaced it with new rhomboid paper and rope, "If he thinks it's useful, then it's useful, if he thinks it's useless, then it's not No, I just said a few words."

"It's so indifferent." Tsurumaru smacked his lips, "It would be great if we could dream meaningless dreams like human beings, which would save a lot of trouble. I was willing to sleep when I was very tired during that time-but it was still useless .”

"For us, what is meaningful is the dream itself, and the content of the dream is just a supplement." Smiling Qingjiang held the handle of the knife, very satisfied with his technology, "We don't wait passively like this all the time. Is it? Time will tell."