Jiang Xue still hasn't fallen

The moonlight was misty, covering Honmaru with a light yellow tulle.

Raising his hand, the stream of light was overflowing, Jiang Xue looked at the amber in his hand with a faint light, slowly held it tightly, put it back in his arms, wiped his fingers on the collar, and straightened the clothes again, Without leaving any wrinkles, he turned around and lifted his feet, and returned to the room.

Kneeling on the side of the snow-white bed with her legs together, Jiang Xue's eyes were gentle, she reached out to cover the quilt that had slipped off for the younger brothers, and stroked the pink hair that ran to Zongsan's cheek mischievously. Behind his ears, the younger brother in front of him is already quiet and obedient, immersed in that dreamland.

Jiang Xuezuo didn't know what kind of mood he was in at that time. He only knew that after hearing the news that his younger brothers were unconscious, he followed the God-inspector and ran back to Honmaru. Knowing that the closed door blocked him from the door and also blocked his anxious eyes.

Waiting in the courtyard with everyone in the main pill, Jiang Xue felt the slowness of time passing for the first time, it was such a slow speed, every minute and every second seemed to be broken into several parts, the helplessness and worry in her heart It expands more and more, and finally the people who are satisfied with it are the people in that door.

At that moment, he thought, so what if he is a new brother?Even if you are close to yourself, what kind of disaster may you encounter again?So what if they want to pester themselves?

All of this has never been as important as the lives of the younger brothers.

Putting her hands together, Jiang Xue muttered a Buddhist saying in a low voice, but she couldn't say a sad word that she usually said.

On such an occasion, in such a state, how could he say these words to disturb the people around him?Furthermore, all the god judges went inside to rescue his younger brothers and partners. Jiang Xue believed in Natsume Takashi's ability, or in other words, he trusted Miyamoto Keiko's vision of choosing people.

Brothers will be fine.

He said so repeatedly in his heart, as if he was emphasizing something to reassure himself, and it seemed that he had always believed in something.

Fortunately, they all survived.

Jiang Xuezuo couldn't understand his words clearly when he saw the intact appearance of his younger brothers being sent out of the room, his mood and expression at that moment, but he still has a deep memory of the salty taste at the corner of his mouth.

Sandalwood was lingering in the room, and he gently twirled the beads, sitting beside his brothers who had been in a coma for a week, and recited scriptures earnestly.

All the emotions faded away, leaving only a touch of worry, but it also left a shallow trace in the passage of time.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga said that Jiang Xue has become more and more like a Buddha recently.

Jiang Xue left the text but smiled faintly, without saying anything.

Buddha, no joy, no sorrow, but I still have concerns and worries in my heart, how can I become a Buddha?

It just faded away the look in those eyes, and buried the sadness and worry in his heart so that no one could catch it anymore.

He didn't know where his master had gone, let alone the situation in this pill.

It was only because of the fixed course of the God-inspector every day that he stepped out of the room and came into contact with the outside situation.

I heard that Tsukimune Mikazuki reported the news to the Tokino government, I heard that the Tokino government has sent people to investigate the problem, I heard that a Honmaru for fighting the new retrograde army was established, I heard... ·

Hearing that Taro Tachi and the others have woken up.

Jiang Xue Zuowen gently rolled up her long sleeves, and her fingers slid across Xiao Ye Zuowen's soft cheeks.

They have woken up, how about you?Why don't you wake up?After waking up, if you want to pester me, let you pester me, if you want to follow me, let you follow me, if you want to do anything, let you do it...

As long as you wake up, everything is promised to you.

"Jiang Xuejun?" A voice sounded outside the door, Jiang Xuezuo came back to his senses, looked slowly, and saw Taro Tachi standing outside the door, looking at him with some embarrassment.

There was not the slightest fluctuation in Jiang Xue's eyes in Zuowen, she just nodded slightly, and stepped back to the side, leaving a place for Yutaro Taidao.

The tall man still had a lot of trouble at this moment. Taro Tachi bent down hard and got into this room. Because he and his younger brother Jiro Tachi were both tall, his own room was specially built taller, suitable for them He is tall, but this is not the case here, so he is a little cramped.

Seriously bent down and walked to the side of the bed, knelt down and sat down, Taro breathed a sigh of relief, and finally felt a lot more comfortable.

His eyes swept over the sleeping Sosan Zuomonji and Saya Zuomonji. Taro Tachi was the only sword Fusangshen who fought hard with Sosan and Xiaoye to the end in the battle at that time. Maybe other swords didn't have much impression. But he will never forget the two figures guarding them.

Bowing his head slightly, Taro Tachi did not choose to congratulate, but presented "Dogeza".

He still has the dark aura, if he uses the blessing, it may aggravate the injuries of the two benefactors in front of him.

I don't know why they didn't wake up, the God Judge said it was all right, but Taro Tachi rushed over as soon as he woke up, and after he was allowed to leave the room, to express his thanks.

Sincere gratitude, without any other emotions, Taro Tachi clearly still has the red eye shadow painted by Jiro in the corner of his eyes, but he looks dignified and serious, with such a sacred feeling, which is completely different from Jiro's coquettishness.

Jiang Xue Zuowen sat on the side like this, watching Taro Tachi's thanks, this silent state, but with a sacred and awe-inspiring atmosphere.

The Buddha beads slipped between his fingers, and slid across his calloused palm, the body around his waist trembled slightly, but he pressed it down.

There is no ticking sound of clocks to show the passage of time, and time still passes quietly at the fingertips.

The moonlight sprinkled the hommaru, passed through the door, and reflected lightly on the tatami mats, but there was no distinction between day and night.

Hai Qing was still on his body, Jiang Xue watched Taro Tachi leave with left words, and sat by the bed as usual, without moving a bit.

The body at the waist was still trembling, and even made a "buzzing" sound, as if reminding something.

Jiang Xue held the handle of the knife with his backhand, suppressing the movement of his body. He gently stretched out his hand, covered them with a quilt, bent down, and gave two light forehead kisses.

Flicking his long sleeves, he slowly put the armor back on, the tassels on his earlobes brushed over the cassock he had already put on, and between his hands, his light blue long hair fell down his back with the fall of the rope. Gently swaying the blue hair tail with the wind.

With blue eyes as deep as the sea, he lifted his foot to step out of the door, closed it gently, and closed everything in the room, just like his own heart, sealing everything in the deepest part.

Pulling out the knife backhand, with a wave of the blade, he slammed the persimmon off the branch, placed it lightly on the veranda, and raised his hand to break off a branch of wintersweet, making it accompany the persimmon, just like Zongsan and Xiaoye remembered The past is normal, but the red in the memory is lost.

Jiang Xue put his left hand on the handle of the knife, without any emotion in his eyes, his cold face, straight lips without the slightest smile, he walked out of the courtyard slowly, glanced at the white standing outside the door, He said lightly: "Let's go."

Tsurumaru Kuninaga squinted his golden eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, the original black clothes also turned into snow-white within this week, only the shallow dark aura that still lingered around him showed that he was the master of the dark sword. The identity of the mourning god.

He stomped his feet, threw himself on Jiang Xue's back, and said solemnly: "Jiang Xue has become more and more expressionless. This is not good. Facial paralysis is a disease and needs to be cured!"

Jiang Xue Zuowen didn't want to pay attention to this person who always liked to tease his own existence, such a playful person, everyone in this pill chose to be laissez-faire and tolerant, and he was no exception.

He just nodded slightly, and then walked straight to the courtyard where the God Inspector's pavilion was located.

Stepping on the white snow, the footprints left behind were covered by the snowflakes floating in the air, covering up the traces they left when they left.

Deliberately adjusting the weather in Honmaru to winter, Natsume Takashi exhausted all the spiritual power in his body at that time. Although he saved Liuzhen's dying Token Fusangshen at that moment, the hot summer weather is actually not It is not the best time for this pill to recuperate.

Although the winter was cold, he could use the snowflakes to spread his spiritual power all over the whole Honmaru, nourishing the injured Toujian Fusangshen anytime, anywhere, so after he healed the swords and kept them out of danger, he mobilized The remaining spiritual power in the body is used to change the weather.

He could see Jiang Xue's haggardness, Sankayue's nervousness, and Tsurumaru's seriousness, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Zong San and Xiao Ye are not their own swords. During the treatment, Natsume Takashi once again realized this deeply, and wanted to carry out daily maintenance on their bodies. When spiritual power is injected, the original powerful force in the body His power will directly repel him, preventing him from having any chance of contact.

Natsume Takashi had no way to heal Zongsan Zuowen and Xiaoye Zuowen, and he couldn't even investigate their situation, but he didn't tell Jiang Xuezuowen.

He lied to Jiang Xue, because he didn't want to see him show that sad and painful expression again.

I don't know why, but Natsume still clearly sensed the general situation of Zongsan Xiaoye, it should be fine, if their spiritual power floating outside is not deceiving... ·

It is clearly a sword forged by myself, but it does not belong to me.

Natsume Takashi didn't know what was going on, but Foxnosuke told himself that there was no problem.

Just like that, he stayed in this position, in this position called "God Judge", knowing nothing.

Natsume Takashi suddenly felt that this Honmaru was too independent, maybe they didn't need an existence named "God Judge" to restrain their pace, they could do everything by themselves.

But when they are seriously injured and on the verge of being smashed, they need a judge, so contradictory and complicated.

Natsume Takashi just sat on the high seat with Mr. Kitty in his arms. It was probably the first time he would really do this by himself... Distributed his spiritual power to the entire Honmaru, carefully observing all the situations.

In the study, Mikazuki Munekin and Yaki Hasebe corrected all the documents; the swordsmen who went out wrote their summaries and handed them directly to Mikazuki; Hakata Fujishiro took all the funds of Honmaru, and played with Jiro Tachi and other drunkards Just refused to give them some money; Candlestick Kiri Mitsutada and Utasen Kanesada were discussing the breakfast menu for tomorrow morning; Yiqi Yijin took Toshiro and others in the room, telling stories to lull them to sleep...

The entire Honmaru was in order and operated by itself, without any panic due to the previous accident.

Even the original task of purifying has completed more than half of it. As a god judge, he has not participated in every specific matter of Honmaru. Sleeping soundly in his arms, the arc of the corner of his mouth was slightly shallower without any trace.

This Honmaru does not need a God judge. To this place and to the Government of Time, I am just a transit station. Its function is to purify this Honmaru, which is infected by the dark breath, and does not need to do other things.

However, if he leaves, then new god judges, or real god judges will come here, what will happen to them?

Don't all the god-inspectors hope that the pill can be mastered by themselves, instead of operating independently as in the current situation, what will be the result of such a completely different concept?

Natsume Takashi couldn't figure it out, let alone dared to guess.

Slowly closed his eyes, then stood up, straightened his back, the red mark on the back of his hand was still there, and the golden light spots beside him floated, gradually condensing into a figure, who hadn't appeared in Honmaru for a long time Jiang Xue is authentic.

Natsume Takashi went downstairs with Mr. Kitty in his arms, and searched for Mikazuki Munekin and Eyuki Zuomonji and Tsurumaru Kuninaga in the courtyard, and then called Foxosuke.

What will happen in the future is no longer something that I can manage. Let's do everything we need to do now!

Natsume Takashi's gaze became more determined, and when Foxanosuke asked if he was ready, he nodded seriously.

The golden light spread from under the feet, and the time-space converter exuded brilliance in the hands of Mikazuki Zongjin. The golden light enveloped them and spread out again, and there was no trace of the existence of the people inside.

Time and space transformation, the target - Fuyuki City!