God Judge's Thousand-Layer Routine Vest

"What are you doing?"

The pink-haired dao pushed open the door and entered, with one hand resting on the table and looking at his master.

"A little... a skill buried in the times."

The judge pushed the laptop screen, and the lines of codes flashed rapidly, and finally ended in a black screen.

It took some time to clean up the photos of Fu Sangshen from the Internet, and the god-inspector made a little thing to prevent the backups that are not connected to the Internet from being uploaded again.

It doesn't matter if you want to stay here for a long time, if it only appears once or twice and then disappears, it's better to avoid leaving too many traces.

"Didn't it mean that Higakiri and Sankaiyue are going to compete in the dojo," the examiner looked at Dadao with a tired expression, "Is it over?"

Although the Fusangshen have their own fighting styles, under normal circumstances, Higakiri is recognized as the most powerful Ichishindao in Honmaru; the newly arrived Mikami Tsukimune is special in itself, these two people For the first time, many of the mourning gods went to watch it.

"Not at all," Zong San Zuowen sat down on the armchair at one side, and commented viciously, "But the two swords that are confused are half-baked, and the level is about the same. There is nothing to see. I left the venue early."

"It hits the nail on the head, Zongsan," the interrogator laughed, "it's a big deal for them to know."

"As the sword of the 'world', I still have this right," Fenfa Dadao said indifferently, "and when it comes to confusion, who can have more say than me."

"But is this okay, don't you interfere?"

"Higakiri chose here because he has a sense of propriety," the judge smiled, "and only here is the condition for them to compete like this."

In Honmaru, with their personalities, it is impossible to use real swords, so it is hard to say how it will end.

In the dojo.

"Huh... aren't you serious?" Higakiri took a breath, and reassembled his posture with slightly numb hands.

"It's okay for me to lose..." San Riyue didn't care about the sweat dripping from her chin, her temple hair was already sticking to her face, "If you say that, you will be angry."

"Well, you understand well, as the Five Swordsmen in the World, it's impossible to be like this." Mustache smiled, "I can't feel the weight of your sword."

"Hahaha, each other, each other," San Riyue held the knife sideways, smiling more heartily than the other party, "Your knife is full of doubts, this is not like the heavy treasure style of inheriting the glory of Genji."

"Ah……"

The two quickly fought together again, and the blunt sound of wooden knives clashing once again filled the dojo.

"I said, it's time for the guardians to appear." California Qingguang patted the backs of Xiaohumaru and Jianmaru, "Otherwise, when will this mode of physically attacking each other for a while when you are tired, and continue fighting after a rest?"

"Brother takes this hand-to-hand very seriously," Kenmaru sighed, "How can I interrupt it."

"It's rare for Sanriyue to work so hard," Xiaohumaru agreed, "Let them fight for a while."

"I don't know what happened to Sankayue, but Hikakiri has indeed changed," said Kai Qingguang speechlessly, "Is there something on his mind?"

Keimaru pretended not to hear, avoiding this important proposition.

"Mikazuki, he is still confused about a certain problem," Kohomaru looked at the blue-haired sword with a sense of venting, "If you are unsure, you can't hide it..."

"Your Excellency Xiaohumaru?"

During the battle, the Taidao slashed the opponent hard, and called the big fox's name with a smile.

So Xiaohuwan also shut up.

At lunch time, Genji and Sanjo both ate in their rooms as expected.

As for the result of the competition, everyone avoided talking about it, but fortunately, the judge did not ask.

In the afternoon, according to the agreed itinerary, the god judge went to the boy's house that Higiri wanted to visit with the Genji brothers with gifts. After listening to Yaoken's suggestion, the gifts he chose were snacks, flowers and a bottle with some A fine brew of micropower.

——There are gentle elders in his family who don't know about it, but they are not parents, and they are still confused about their own power, but they are a very good person, and they are not wary. I will go to him next time.

Dagger briskly described the information he had inadvertently collected, and then urged the interrogator to go out. It was obvious that he was very moved by Higakiri's willingness to approach others proactively.

Recalling this, the interrogator looked at the white-haired Taidao beside him, and the other party blinked, avoiding his gaze and looking out the window.

They are now sitting on a bus that has slightly lost the identity of Genji Shigeho. Originally, the judge suggested to reach the destination through the torii gate, but Higakiri, who is very interested in buses, rejected this proposal.

"I want to try human life, in this form."

"Brother, look, there is a small shrine on the mountain, and the boy's home is nearby," said Kagemaru, "but it's a little late."

"We'll get off at this stop."

The judge mentioned the gift, but Huchi cut it and gave half of it to his younger brother naturally.

"Let us fulfill our duties as attendants. As our master, you can't lose to the ostentation of Genji in the past."

"...I'm getting more and more interested in that child." The interrogator smiled.

The Fujiwara family received an unexpected visitor today.

"Ah, are you here looking for Kishi-kun?" Toko Fujiwara covered her mouth in surprise, "Come in and sit down. Kishi-kun went out again after school, so he should be back soon."

"It's because we didn't make an appointment for the visit in advance, which is causing you trouble, ma'am."

Jing Mo motioned for Higakiri and Komamaru to hand over the snacks and wine, while he held the bouquet himself: "Let me arrange the flowers for you."

"That's too polite, I'll just come..."

"It's a new friend Guizhi met..." Aunt Tazi put her hands together and smiled reassuringly after listening to the acquaintance story of the interrogator who had undergone various deletions and revisions, "Since it is a new friend Guizhi Jun met, don't So polite, if possible, I hope you can come to play often.”

"The next time I come to visit, I will make an appointment in advance," the interrogator smiled. "Today is really abrupt."

"What's the matter, ah, bad, it's so late, I have to cook, please stay for dinner tonight," Tazi looked at the sky outside, and stood up anxiously, "My husband Zi will be back soon, please sit here for a while."

"Really unsuspecting humans."

There were only three visitors left in the living room, Kemaru couldn't help but say.

"This home has a strange feeling," Hidekiri looked at the scenery in the courtyard, "but it's such a small room."

"There is an enchantment in this house, but the strength is not normal." The examiner couldn't judge for a moment what the purpose of this enchantment, which is neither strong nor weak, is set up. "Its purpose is still to protect."

"Huh... Fortunately, you caught me, teacher," Natsume walked home with Madara in his arms, and said to the bird demon next to him, "Can you just wait in my room for a while? I want to call my family first." call."

"Sorry, I subconsciously let go of you when I heard that you are a human being..." The bird demon who was attacked because of the investigation of the blood of the monster flapped his wings and followed Natsume, and said regretfully, "Then I will go there first .”

The house of Natsume's family is already close at hand.

"...something strange came in," Madara said suddenly, "this smell is from yesterday's guys."

yesterday?

Thinking of the people he met at the festival, Natsume asked cautiously: "Teacher, you said 'things', aren't they human? But others can see them."

When I went to school in the morning, I saw many people discussing the handsome men who appeared in yesterday's festival.

"Didn't I tell you that powerful monsters can take on human form, I just don't like that kind of weak form," Lucky Cat gently patted the boy's face with a pad, "But they are some Personal shikigami, it just seems to be very unrestrained."

"Shikigami... can he also act alone without his master?"

"So you're not bound, you idiot!"

"I am back--"

"Guizhi-kun, are you back? A friend is looking for you."

"Uh……"

What appeared in front of Natsume was a trio talking with Uncle Zi and Le Rongrong.

"As for the tea bowl, the ash-covered Tianmu of Tangwu is also very good." Higakiri held a tea bowl in his hand and looked at it. "The color is simple and interesting."

"Your aesthetics are very retro." Uncle Zi was very happy to talk about his favorite, "but those are rare treasures that are hard to see. This is what I fired last time. How about it? It's not bad, right? "

"It's not crafty, and it's hard to come by." Katsumaru leaned over to make a comment.

"Guizhi-jun, are you back?" Zi waved to him, "Would you like to come together, your friend really knows a lot."

"Ah...haha, welcome..." Natsume Takashi, who still didn't know the name of his friend, tried to make himself laugh.

"Natsume-kun, we came to visit as promised." Hikiri said with a smile.

"It's time to eat," Aunt Tazi greeted, "Let's eat first, Mr. Guizhi, can you help me?"

"Ah, okay!" Natsume put Madara down and whispered, "Teacher, please."

"Hmph." The cat licked its paw and complied proudly.

After dinner, Natsume invited the three guests to his room.

The entire dinner time was very pleasant. The men who had never met had a wide range of knowledge. Whether it was discussing dishes with Aunt Tazi or studying construction projects with Uncle Zi, they all had the right attitude. They didn't talk much, but they were very good at guiding the atmosphere.

It's not going to be bad guys.

Natsume let go of half of his heart, and the other half hung up at the bird demon upstairs. He didn't have time to go back to the room due to an emergency, what happened today, and the one who attacked him in the house...

Natsume opened the sliding door with a heavy heart.

"Huh?" The bird demon who heard the movement downstairs was originally sitting against the corner of the wall, but when he saw the Fusangshen, he made a questioning voice.

"You have so many things." Mustache was not too surprised, he had heard something open the window on the second floor before, "Could it be that you are also a friend?"

"Hmph, didn't you come in without even notifying your name?" Madara said angrily, "Humans over there, what's the matter with you?"

"You can call me Jingmo." The judge shook his head at the unhappy knee pill, and sat upright to salute. "Yesterday, my subordinates were taken care of by you. Today, I specially came to visit."

"You, you are too polite." Natsume said hastily, "I am here. After drinking your wine, I came back late again today."

"Your body smells like blood." Mustache tilted his head and looked at the bird demon on the other side. "What about the marks on your neck?"

"Ah?" Natsume subconsciously covered her neck, "Can you see the trace?"

"It's okay, they can't see it." Mustache smiled, "Your spiritual power is so strong, isn't it helpful for the wound to heal?"

"Master Natsume is because of my involvement," the bird demon said, "I heard the conversation in the room, are you that Natsume?"

"Originally I wanted to ask you for help," said the bird demon, "but I heard...so as a human being, you have no obligation to help. I just stay here to thank you and say goodbye."

She stood up and opened the window: "Goodbye, Natsume-sama, the forest is very dangerous recently, please don't go there again."

"Wait," Natsume called to stop the bird demon, "What about those monsters whose blood was taken?"

"They are all my partners. I was attacked just to investigate this matter, but I must protect them no matter what. I must not allow me to stay out of it when danger is approaching."

"Please take care."

The harpy spread its wings and disappeared into the night.

She said she heard it, did she hear the conversation between me and Aunt Tazi?So I gave up and asked me to help...

"Natsume, don't put on that expression, even if the other party gave up, you still can't breathe a sigh of relief," Madara said, staring at the boy's expression, "but whether it's right or not, this matter is not as simple as you think."

"Cat teacher?"

"Humans also use the blood of monsters to perform spells. The reason for this is unknown now. You'd better not get involved, and..."

The cat turned to look at the visitors: "You guys showed up here yesterday, and this kind of thing happened today, do you have anything to say about it?"

"It's just a coincidence." The interrogator smiled, "If it was me, there would be no need to go through so much effort, and this kind of blood is useless to me."

He reached out and touched the invisible blood stains on Natsume's clothes, and the blood floated up to form a small drop of blood.

"Spells that can be activated with this little power don't require me to use a medium."

The drop of blood quickly evaporated on his fingertips.

"Hmph," judging that what the other party said was true, Mr. Cat turned his head resentfully, "Natsume, how did your neck hurt?"

"When you, Mr. Cat, were chasing the squid, I bumped into a monster covered in blood," Natsume confessed honestly, "I chased her in the direction she came from, and found the injured monster lying in the ancestral hall. Suddenly someone grabbed my neck..."

"You are really inexperienced." After listening to the process, Kewan commented, "When the other party strangles you, don't break your hands, hit his elbow joint, and the other party will naturally let go."

"Huh?" Natsume posed hesitantly, "Is that so?"

"Look." Kagemaru demonstrated for him again, "If the opponent is as weak as you, he can definitely break free."

Mustache looked at it for a while with a smile on his face, and suggested: "Why don't you let your younger brother be your mentor, he is very strong."

"Brother?" Keimaru, who was praised very happily, looked over suspiciously, but found that his brother didn't look at himself at all, but stared at the judge.

The judge sighed.

"What do you think of Natsume?" He asked gently, "You have a lot of power but you don't know how to use it. Hikiri and Keimaru are masters of swordsmanship. Under their guidance, at least you don't have to be so hesitant about things like today. "

"There is strength to protect everything."

This sentence touched the faint worry in the young man's heart. He was afraid of the difference that he might bring harm to the people around him, but he also wanted to use this power to do something.

The boy with light chestnut hair exhaled, lowered his head and saluted solemnly: "I'm sorry for your trouble, please give me more advice in the future."

"What! Natsume, are you going to allow these two guys to stay here?" Madara frowned when he heard that.

"Because teacher, you can't teach me how humans fight..."

"You don't need to be so polite," said the judge, looking at the man and the cat who were having a good time, "If you encounter a difficult matter, you can use this to contact me at any time."

Count it as a thank you gift for satisfying this wayward child.

Jingmo handed out a paper mantra that fits well with the current contact information in the world, and Tokiri gave him an inexplicable glance.

...What just happened, brother?

Kagemaru continued to be confused.

The author has something to say: The first competition ended so simply...

In other words, if Natsume had more skills, he would probably be invincible in the demon world...

Overtime makes me want to die OTZ

I want to save manuscripts... save manuscripts

Thanks to Swastika Zhanxi Ye Swastika, Kasib who is gluttonous, and any three little angels for throwing thunder~

There are also 10 bottles of nutrient solution from Ke Miao’s double-breasted coat that I haven’t seen for a long time~

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