Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

Weitzman was sitting on the veranda, and Hasebe was busy sorting out the remaining pile of knife balls in the knife storage room behind him. He looked at the empty courtyard in front of him, and he sighed softly, unable to speak clearly. Emotions are intertwined in the depths of the heart, and the thoughts are spread out, and the spiritual power sweeps across every part of the benwan in an instant along with one's own thoughts, leaving no room for a single bit.

Pressing and cutting Hasebe's movement of picking up the ball paused, looking back at Weitzman who didn't know what he was doing in doubt, quickly picked up the last few balls, put them in the cabinet, and walked slowly towards him , Knelt and sat obliquely behind him, and asked with a smile: "My lord, what's the matter?"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that what Jiang Xuejun said just now always makes me a little flustered." Weizman smiled wryly and shook his head, always feeling that he seemed to be worrying about his own people. What could be wrong?But not long ago, didn't he return to Honmaru with a serious injury?

He still remembered the appearance of Jiang Xue Zuowen being moved to the bed covered in blood when he entered the room for Taro Tachi and the others. At that moment, the bright red soaked the original white sheets, and even Taro Tachi and the others There is no such serious injury, so serious that I feel flustered.

He still remembered Taro Taidao ignoring his own injuries, grabbing his arm, and begging: "My lord, save Jiang Xue, he was injured like this because of us... He has no defense at all." Guard body..."

That look really surprised Weizman, who was covered in cold sweat. When the usually calm and calm man suddenly showed a completely different tension and anxiety, no one could refuse, let alone the person he was begging for. Ben is a gentle person.

As a matter of course, after Weitzman treated Taro Tachi briefly, he devoted himself to saving the life of Jiang Xue Zuowen. The blood soaked his gloves and stained his coat red, and it was also in his heart. Point on the blossoming red.

From then on, Weizman remembered this man. Even if he was seriously injured, he would insist on saying "Such a wound is God's punishment for my sins."

How much does he want to make people feel sorry for him? Does he know how serious his injury is? If he was not discovered by someone who happened to pass by the courtyard when he came back, he might directly smash the knife in the courtyard. Does he know? How many people's hearts have been touched by his injury...

Maybe he knows it, but he puts everyone's life and death on top of his own importance. He is obviously injured more seriously, and he looks like he is going to faint at any time, but he insists that I go to rescue Taro first. Tai knife them, not to save himself.

Do you want to lick your wounds and heal yourself in that corner?How much of this kind of life has he experienced?How much distress he has gone through to be so indifferent now that he even puts his life and death aside.

Even when he first entered the battle, the words he said were the kind of words that were going to die.

Is this Jiang Xuezuo's writing?What is the existence of his heart?Why does life and death make him so indifferent, why can he choose to give up everything like this?

Weizman was silent, let out a breath slowly, and chuckled at Hasebe, "Speaking of which, there is a kind of person in this world who is a melancholic mood disorder person. I am a little worried that Zuomonji's family is like this. the presence of symptoms."

"Ah?" Hasebe was at a loss, not sure why he turned to the issue of illness.

With a gloomy face, Weitzman began to explain to Kakiri Hasebe the reason why he thought so: "You see, the Zuomonji family is depressed as the main symptom, depression, sadness, low self-esteem, and obvious interest in daily activities. Among them, Xiaoye Zuowen is more paranoid, close to the aggressive type of revenge, while Zongsan is the pathetic type who laments about life and his own destiny, while Jiang Xue is more serious. He thinks that the whole world has problems, which is very serious A condition in which people have a distorted understanding of the world and interpersonal relationships."

"...Well, and then?" Kakiri Hasebe said that the topic changed too quickly, and I haven't fully understood the brain circuit of the judge, so I can only ask him to continue talking, maybe I can understand .

"Cough...so I'm very worried. You see, Zongsan and Xiaoye in our Honmaru are both polarized swords. Their emotions have returned to a normal state. They have obviously been treated by psychotherapy, and Jiang Xuejun, he went out. After the practice, what he said, I went to the Internet to compare his normal language, and there have been a lot of suicidal tendencies!"

Weizman straightened his face, his face was serious, and his eyes were full of worry that could not be shaken off, "I am very worried whether his mental state may be an enhanced version of depression, because I think his troubles seem to have increased, and he opened his mouth. If you keep your mouth shut, you are going to die, and when you go out, you feel that you are going to die, and making a knife outfit feels like you are taking a step closer to the road of death."

Under the shocked gaze of Hasebe, Weitzman's voice became louder and louder, "Jiang Xuejun is already a grandfather, and depression accounts for a greater proportion of the elderly! Moreover, Once the seriousness reaches the extreme, people will commit suicide! There will be thoughts of suicide! I think Jiang Xuejun already has this tendency, no, I have to enlighten him! Life is so beautiful, why can't you think about it?!"

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Hasebe didn't know what he should say, so he could only say dryly: "That... But we are swordsmen, so we won't get sick, right?"

Weitzman gave Yaki Hasebe a contemptuous look, and sighed helplessly, "It's because you all think so that Jiang Xuejun's illness is so serious."

He patted Hasebe's shoulder and said righteously, "You have all become humans, why can't you get sick like humans? Isn't your injury a kind of sickness? Since the body can get sick, why don't you get sick? Can't the spirit be sick?"

Hasebe, who was pressed and cut, was a little dizzy from Weitzman's few questions. He was so confused that he nodded foolishly.

Perhaps because he noticed that Hasebe's expression was in a trance, and he was dazed by himself, Weitzman coughed, trying to hide his excitement just now, "Ah... sorry, I was a little impulsive just now."

"I know, the master wants to make Jiang Xuejun feel better." Yaki Hasebe grabbed Weitzman's hand and looked at him sincerely, "Although I didn't hear any of what was said. I understand, but the master's intentions, I understand."

He lowered his voice, and Weitzman's appearance was reflected in his eyes, which were clear and pure, "We also want everyone in this pill to be well and have nothing to do. Whether it's in battle or in normal times, everyone can live happily. Living, if Jiang Xuejun can be happy, we will also feel very happy."

Weitzman opened his eyes slightly, obviously what Hasebe said was very simple, but he directly felt the true mood from the rapping knife, the wish that everyone is well, not only him One person's wish is the wish of all the people in this maru. What Hasebe said is exactly what the people in this maru think and wish.

He blinked and smiled brightly, "Me too, I hope you are all well."

In fact, the words never need to use any gorgeous decorations. They only need the simplest and plain language full of hearts, but they can directly hit the deepest strings of each other's hearts, bring each other's hearts closer, and finally understand each other's hearts.

Weitzman let go of Hasebe's hand, and turned his eyes to the sky. There was no cloud in the blue sky, only the pale pink cherry petals fluttering as always. He chuckled, as if he had let go of something. It was like a heavy burden, and when he turned his head again, the smile on his face was so bright that it was hard to look away.

"So, let's work together to let Jiang Xuejun escape from depression and emotional disorders!" As he said this, he returned to a serious and serious expression, got up and walked straight to the central courtyard, waiting for Jiang Xue to leave. The text came back and started the "journey of treatment".

For some reason, Yaki Hasebe suddenly asked the interrogator to open up this topic again. He was stuck for a few seconds, but he didn't remember to keep up with the opponent's footsteps, but still knelt and sat there.

The brain cells obviously haven't twisted the "Loyal Lord" nerve, and they are confused by a bunch of incomprehensible "scriptures" that Weizman said from the memory again.

—Wait, what did I just go through?What has the lord experienced?What about talking about mutual feelings and making progress together?How did it become a cure again? ? ?

——Jiang Xuejun seems to be labeled as a "mentally ill patient" for no reason, should I scoop him up, but the one who labeled him is the master...

It is obvious that Hasebe has not understood the development of these things, and he has no way to let go of his almost innate admiration and trust in the lord, otherwise he will definitely send a complaint for his lord: mdzz! ! !

Here, Weitzman doesn't feel that there is any problem with his brain circuit, and he doesn't think that Fu Sangshen's mental illness should have been discovered by Shizheng long ago. He clenched his fists and made a secret plan in his heart to save Jiang Xue. With the idea of ​​the old man, he turned his head and went into the study room, finished correcting all the final documents, then opened his electronic products, and searched the Internet for treatment methods for depression and emotional disorders.

It is only a short time to go out into battle. Facing a battlefield that is not difficult, without any accidents, it does not take long to reach the end.

"Well... it seems that we have arrived at our destination." Jiang Xue put his left hand on the handle of the knife, and for some reason suddenly shuddered. He always felt that something bad would happen in the future, and he looked around for a while. , looking at the group of time-traveling soldiers who were obviously rushing this way, opened their mouths and fell silent for a moment.

Could it be because of the number of enemies?It shouldn't be...

Unable to find the source of his chills, he put the matter behind him, and while drawing his sword backhand, he said lightly, "It should have been 'felt the breath of instability...please confirm' , but now it seems that the situation is very obvious."

Smiling Qing Jiang popped up from behind Jiang Xue's left text, glanced at the surrounding time-traveling army, patted Jiang Xue on the shoulder, pretended to be shocked, "Wow, so many enemies, really yes--"

Pulling out the saber with the backhand, he swung the saber directly, cutting the fastest enemy army in half, "Scared the baby to death~"

"No, Xiaohu, I don't think you look scared at all." Xiaohumaru said solemnly, then turned around and rushed out with the Yizhen short knife and Yizhen Dao knife, "It hurts, watch out!"

"There is no choice to give in." Jiang Xue slashed the left text with a backhand, and the blue light curtain shone with the sword's swing.

A little under his feet, his sleeves fluttered, accompanied by a questioning "Is there?", his eyes reflected the ferocious-looking time retrograde soldier in front of him who was planning to sneak attack, he simply made a flat cut, and swung out the saber air, Cut off the enemy army.

He paused, glanced at a scar that appeared on his shoulder at random, and said, "It doesn't seem like a very powerful enemy?"

"Jiang Xuejun, let's make a quick decision!" Xiaohuwan, who had already rushed into the enemy's hinterland, turned his head and yelled at Jiang Xuezuo's words, then raised his sword, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing the beast As bloody, the sharp teeth reflected silver light, which made people panic, "Look at me playing tricks on you!"

With a few strikes without mercy, the opponent was directly turned into a black mist.

Jiang Xue Zuowen nodded slightly, lowered her face, clenched the handle of the knife, slipped her foot, stepped on a few points quickly, stamped her foot and rushed out, waving the sword smoothly, and all the black-smelling figures disappeared, "Battle is about The job of the sword...!"

Fighting is just a blink of an eye, especially when facing an enemy who is not very powerful, Jiang Xue Zuowen glanced at all the members after a beautiful cut, making sure that everyone is only slightly injured, bowed his head Looking at the medal engraved with "Yu" that suddenly appeared in his hand, he sighed softly: "...It's just a superficial appearance."

"Give it to me if you don't want it?" Smiling Qing Jiang came over, staring at the glittering golden medal, and then staring at Jiang Xue's left writing, full of anticipation.

Jiang Xue paused for a moment, threw the medal directly into the arms of Smiling Qing Jiang, took out the time-space converter from his arms, and started to return to Honmaru directly after Xiaohuwan came back.

On the other side, Xiao Huwan was rummaging for something in the pile of grass, the tip of his nose moved, and he muttered, "It's strange, I can smell it."

I kept sweeping the weeds with my hand, and suddenly touched a hard/hard corner object. My eyes lit up, and spiritual power was input into it from my fingertips. I saw a flash of light, and a treasure chest appeared out of nowhere in the grass.

Picking up the treasure box with great interest, Xiaohuwan quickly ran back to Jiang Xue's left text, calling, "Look what I found."

He straightened his body, and even raised his head proudly, "I just said it smells familiar!"

Smiling Qingjiang blinked his eyes, looked at the iron box curiously, and exclaimed: "I didn't expect you, Xiaohuwan, to have a sharp fox nose."

"...Let's open it and have a look." Jiang Xuezuo said lightly, and then motioned Xiaohuwan to put the iron box on the ground. He bent down, moved his fingers on the lock, and then simply unlocked it , glanced at the resources inside, "Such things are going to be used in battle again..."

"Something is better than nothing." Xiaohuwan glanced at it, took out all the resources in the iron box, and hugged it in his arms, "Ahem... just take it back for you and make a few more. Knife outfit."

Jiang Xue glanced at him left and right, are you kidding me?At least fifty resources are needed for a sword outfit, and you only have a dozen or so in your arms, so you can't make any kind of sword outfit!Also, I don't want to do knife outfits at all! ! !

He didn't think this was a warning from "True Fragrance", he ignored the expectant eyes around him, raised his hand and gently turned the time-space converter in his hand, accompanied by golden light spots floating around, their figures also turned into lights The point disappears in place.