Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

Jiang Xuezuo didn't know exactly how many turns in Zong San's mind. He slowly ate his breakfast, clasped his hands lightly and thanked him, and then got up and was about to go out.

Zongsan Zuowen and Xiaoye Zuowen raised their heads reflexively, "Brother?"

Jiang Xue looked at them who showed puzzled expressions, and sighed softly, "Even though this world is full of sadness, you should not make trouble because of it."

The implication is to apologize and be a good boy.

In fact, he didn't seem to know their disguise as Zongsan Zuowen and Xiaoye Zuowen thought.

After Jiang Xue found out that the paint was provided by Sankai Zongjin, he chose to ignore it. With His Royal Highness Sankai's disposition, it must be Tsurumaru Kuninaga who provoked him, right?His younger brother was just taken by him by accident.

Furthermore, Tsurumaru Kuniyeon has turned into a black crane because of the dark fall, okay?No matter how much you wash your clothes, they still turn black when you put them on. What's the difference?Could it be that looking at the white clothes, you feel the same as before?

Without doubting Zong San and Xiao Ye's character at all, Jiang Xuezuo directly concluded that he absolutely believed in his younger brother's brother-in-law attributes:

Thousands of mistakes are not my brother's fault, they must be someone else's fault.

From this point of view, they are also worthy of being brothers, even their thoughts are similar.

Zong San Zuowen gently stroked his pink hair behind his ears, lowered his head slightly apologetically, "Sorry, brother, I made you worry."

Jiang Xue left the text and shook his head, "It's good to know."

The younger brothers still have to stay in this pill, and it is better not to have conflicts with everyone.

He rolled up his long sleeves, exposing his white wrists, and put the body on the knife holder on his waist with his hands, and he raised his feet and planned to go out.

It was only then that Zongsan and Xiaoye noticed that the clothes on their brother's body were slightly different. He was still wearing a battle uniform, he was still holding a hanging bead in his hand, and the body hanging from his waist was slightly tilted. A string of Buddhist beads is wrapped around the scabbard, and an amber pendant hangs under the largest of the string of Buddhist beads, and a jade pendant is hung. The jade pendant is carved with knife patterns, which is exquisite and small.

This kind of sword decoration always makes people unconsciously think of another Zhenfo sword-Shuzhumaru Koji.

Xiaoye Zuowen blinked her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "Big brother's prayer beads?"

"Huh?" Jiang Xue lowered his head slightly, seeing that their eyes were fixed on the body around his waist, he said lightly, "It's just a reciprocity."

Reciprocity?Are you courteous with His Royal Highness Shuzhuwan?When did my brother and His Royal Highness Shuzhuwan have such a good relationship?

Three consecutive questions popped up in their minds, but they couldn't come to a conclusion.

Sure enough, I still left for a while, and I have become somewhat estranged from my brother...

Zong San Zuo Wenwen and Xiao Ye Zuo Wenwen felt a little bit of emotion in their hearts at the same time, and they couldn't help being a little sad.

How could Jiang Xuezuo's words fail to see what they were thinking, and said in a low voice: "It's just a discussion between Buddhism and Taoism, so don't think too much about it."

Afterwards, without looking back, he directly went out with his set of tableware in his hands, ignoring the younger brothers behind him whose eyes lit up again because of this sentence.

Putting the used tableware into the tidy dining car, Jiang Xue Zuowenwen and Shuzhumaru Koji, who had made an appointment, walked towards the tea room together.

There is no rush for the inside story, and it can be done after the discussion.

The door of the beige-colored tea room is wide open, and the wind chimes near the veranda move with the wind and jingle.

The low table is placed in the center, a strip of white cloth passes through the dark brown low table in the middle, on both sides of the table, two transparent teacups are placed on white porcelain plates, and several black snack plates are placed on them. Placed near the white cloth strips, there are several pieces of sweet pastries on each snack plate.

On the two chopstick rests made of jade porcelain, the wooden chopsticks were placed neatly, everything was dignified and elegant, and every detail was carefully noticed.

Jiang Xue Zuowen and Shuzhuwan Hengci sat opposite each other, maintaining a dignified and upright sitting posture, while holding the teacup in their hands, taking a sip of tea reservedly.

Shuzhumaru Hengji's mind has always been very firm. Even though there were signs of a dark fall due to previous problems such as memory closure, it was just a shallow strand. It's just that he, as a Buddha knife, was The moment Honmaru fell into the dark fall, he was infected to the greatest extent like other Buddha knives, but in the end he couldn't resist the power of the dark fall, and went directly to the deep dark fall.

But his mind was still very clear and firm, without any influence, which also caused his appearance to be almost the same as before.

Due to the dark fall, Shuzhuwan now has a completely different appearance from before. Although he doesn't have the same bone spurs or bone tails as others for some reason, his clothes have also begun to develop in dark colors, even the ones that have always been The shawl also turned into a dark color, without the original whiteness.

Jiang Xuezuo looked at Zhuwan without a trace, and then looked back. Although this friend fell secretly, there was no big change, which is enough to make people happy.

At the same time, Suzumaru Koji is also looking at Jiang Xuezuo's words. As a Buddhist sword and Taro Taidao, they both quickly fell into the dark, and this is probably also a more "pure" sword Fusangshen. Because of this, but the Jiang Xuezuo writing in front of him has not been affected in any way, and there has not been any dark fall.

Knowing this situation is too special, but Shuzhuwan doesn't care very much. Anyway, the government of Shizhi discovered this situation and didn't say anything, so it doesn't matter.

As long as I know that Jiang Xuejun in front of me is still the one I am familiar with, other things are not the point.

Jiang Xuezuowenwen and Shuzhuwan Hengci briefly took advantage of the time to drink tea to look at each other, and then they didn't directly start discussing Buddhism and Taoism, but first talked about some trivial matters.

"The arrival of Zong Sanjun and Xiao Yejun is a blessing."

Shuzhuwan Hengji was the first to speak, his eyes were still closed, a string of Buddhist beads was hanging in his hand, and he gently twirled the beads, he chuckled lightly, full of blessings.

Jiang Xuezuo wrinkled his brows in distress, smoothed them out, and restored his original indifference, "It's a blessing that they came."

Suzumaru Hengji didn't miss Jiang Xue's somewhat inappropriate expression just now, he thought for a while and asked softly: "What's bothering you?"

Jiang Xue Zuowen sighed softly, "As their elder brother, I can't even fully understand their thoughts. This world is really getting sadder..."

"This world is full of pain. The way to relieve pain is faith, and it is also the duty of monks," Suzumaru Koji said softly, "As swords that have just arrived at Honmaru, they are full of confusion when they think about it. Jiang Xuejun, as their Elder brother, you will certainly be the guiding light for them to move forward."

"Is it the duty of a monk?" Jiang Xuezuo shook his head slightly, "But I don't know when they had a grudge with His Highness Tsurumaru, so that they teased him like this."

His eyelids trembled, and there was a bit of helplessness and sadness in his voice, "There should be nothing to do, so why bother? After all, it was my fault that I failed to guide them."

Shu Zhuwan Hengci slightly opened his eyes to look at him, then quickly closed his eyes, nodded and said, "Nan Wu Miao Fa Lotus Sutra."

"As it should be," he shallowly chose to change the subject and no longer dwell on this point, "it seems like decades have passed in the blink of an eye."

"This time is indeed passing by like flowing water..." Jiang Xue left his words to respond to his words, and followed his meaning to start an ideological confrontation.

As for Zongsan and Xiaoye who followed sneakily, it looked like Jiang Xue and Shuzhuwan had a happy conversation.

Although they were jealous that their elder brother didn't choose to accompany them who had just arrived in Honmaru, they still knew that they should let their elder brother have a certain amount of "diplomacy". If you are ridiculed, your brother will be unhappy too!

They ran away quietly, without leaving a trace of their presence, and even using their own divine power to erase all traces was really a luxury.

Walking around the courtyard slowly, everything is so familiar, but a little strange, after all, it is only half of the soul, which is different from directly descending to the world.

Yesterday, they only cared about Tsurumaru Kuninaga and Jiang Xue Zuowen, but they forgot to walk a few more laps in the courtyard where they will live in the future to adapt to the new environment.

Although it is not as rich and clean as Gao Tianyuan, it has a special taste.

At least, they can say something about everything in this courtyard, just like the plum tree in the courtyard, which was planted by elder brother Dongri and Xiaoye last year, and the persimmon tree, which was planted by elder brother Shangri It was planted together in the New Year before the passing away, and now it is full of foliage, and the potted plants placed on the veranda were bought by them when they dragged their elder brother to Wanwu...

Zong San Zuowen looked at these things, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a bit, took Xiao Ye's hand, and walked to a corner of the courtyard that was not very conspicuous.

This is the place where Jiang Xue Zuowen planted the seeds of the persimmon tree. Now the persimmon tree has grown up and produced plump fruits, but it is also the place where he suffered a lot not long ago.

Xiaoye Zuowenzi looked eagerly at the persimmons hanging high on the branch, feeling like drooling. With a very high detection value, he found two bright colors between the branches and leaves, pulled Zongsan's sleeve, and pointed it out to him.

The leaves were really dense, and Zong Sanzuo could not fully determine what it was from looking from below. He raised his hand to reach there, and took off the two objects tied to the branches.

There are two bags, one pink and one blue.

Zong San handed the blue bag to Xiao Ye, held the pink bag himself, glanced at each other, and opened it together. Inadvertently, tears welled up in his eyes, dyed with a thin layer of mist, and raised his sleeves to wipe the tears away from the corners of his eyes. erase.

He gently took out the familiar guard from his bag, and looked at it carefully. It was exactly the guard that his elder brother made for them before, but before he could give it to himself in the future, he encountered that things.

The blood that was originally stained had long since disappeared. Presumably, the elder brother had cleaned it to a certain extent. Zong San Zuowen held it tightly in his palm, and then put it in his arms carefully, close to his chest. Heart overflowing.

Noticing that there were other things in the bag, he took them out together, and it turned out to be a strand of his own hair that was hidden by his elder brother at some time, and a blank piece of paper.

Zong San turned the white paper over, and saw his elder brother's correct handwriting on it:

—May my brother be safe forever.