[Comprehensive] She is from hell

It is also the first time for Zhaoma to come to Izumo to participate in the meeting, and her experience is not much more than that of Jingjiang.The two looked up and down like poor candidates entering Beijing for the first time, and a large stack of tea and food was placed next to a cup of tea for each of them.

Jing Jiang asked while stuffing something into his mouth: "Does every god have an artifact? I mean, except King Yan Mo."

"Not necessarily, for example, the lack of gods has been without artifacts for a long time."

Zhao Ma eloquently said: "It seems that because he is worried that after acquiring powerful power, it will bring disasters to mankind, so the poor god has been restraining himself all these years, and has never obtained a divine weapon."

In order to prevent the artifacts from getting bored waiting, the host of Izumo, Dai Kuni, ordered the artifacts to be played. The voices of shakuhachi and shamisen echoed loudly, attracting the attention of many people.

"How does it feel? Such an instrument."

Zhao Ma turned her face to the side: "I heard that Master Jingjiang, you are not a native human, and it seems that you are not bound by the rules of this land."

"It sounds good, but..."

The girl's expression hesitated for a moment: "It's a little different from the music in my hometown."

After being far away from their homeland, the entire Central Plains became their hometown.Whether it is the Qiang flute in the frontier fortress or the trickling pipa and Shengxiao in Qixiufang, they all perform completely different styles of music.

This question was answered many years later after learning the difference between the 24 major and minor scales, but for Jingjiang today, this is just an insignificant matter.

The two sat side by side. Zhao Ma sat upright with his hands folded on his knees. Although Jing Jiang was also upright, he couldn't help but want to touch the sword.

"Oh, it's human."

A clear voice came from behind the two of them.

Jingjiang and Zhaoma turned their heads and saw a girl in white wearing a sky crown holding her chin and looking at them with interest. Her age seemed to be one or two years younger than Jingjiang's. look.

But those who can stay in Gao Tianyuan obviously cannot be judged by ordinary standards. This is the case for Jingjiang, and the same is true for the unknown girl in front of him.

"Dead?!"

This was her subconscious first reaction—this attire was too similar to the dead waiting in line for trial in hell, so Jingjiang stood up and wanted to take a sword, and then she realized that it was impossible for Gao Tianyuan to rashly appear the souls of human dead, He pressed the sword back vigilantly.

In an instant, the internal force circulated, and Zhen Shanhe's sword formula was ready to come out at the fingertips.

"Miss Jingjiang, don't be nervous."

Looking at Jing Jiang who was in the state of arresting the dead for a moment, Zhao Ma couldn't laugh or cry: "It's just that the clothes are somewhat similar to the dead in hell. She is a magic weapon."

"Eh?"

Jing Jiang was stunned.The artifacts present were all dressed in the same clothes as living humans, not to mention formal dresses, but this girl's clothes looked so familiar, as if she had been pulled directly from the queue of the dead in hell.

"Which god's artifact are you?"

Zhao Ma bent down and said softly, persuasively, as if she was asking "Whose child are you?"

"how about you?"

The girl with the crown on her head tilted her head, her pink and jade-carved appearance made people want to cover their hearts: "Whose artifact are you?"

Zhaoma has a good temper, and she doesn't get annoyed when asked back. She said nicely that her main god is Pishamonten, one of the seven gods of good fortune.

"And you, Miss Human."

The artifact showed a smile, and some pale wrists rested on Jingjiang's arm. I don't know if the body temperature of the artifact is different from that of a living person. The moment the skin touched, Jingjiang felt a little cold in his arm: "Are you Where did it come from?"

"Ah I……"

She hesitated for a while, and organized a language that she estimated that the artifact in front of her could understand: "I come from another land across the sea, which is a little different from here. My family lives in Mount Hua, but I haven't been back for a long time. gone."

"Huashan."

The girl repeated the noun and smiled again: "It sounds like a very good name, and your posture, Miss Human, also makes me look a little familiar."

Her other hand grabbed Jingjiang's wrist before she could take it back. That hand was pinching Zhen Shanhe's sword formula before she could take it back: "My name is Fei. The god I serve is now It just so happens that I'm not here, and I'll introduce you to me when I have a chance in the future."

As soon as the words fell, the girl in white with the crown on her head turned around and bounced away, disappearing in a blink of an eye.

In the end, I couldn't find out who the god the girl served was.Jingjiang turned her head to look at Zhaoma: "Your artifacts have quite different personalities."

Zhao Ma touched the word "Zhao" on the back of her hand awkwardly, and explained: "Generally speaking, the character of the artifact follows the character of the previous life, although the front edge will be cut off at the moment of becoming an artifact, and even the constraints of the real name will be broken. Disappear together, and be given a new name by the gods, but generally it will not be too far from the disposition in life..."

He also belatedly felt that this little artifact of an unknown god was somewhat inexplicably spooky.

"Jingjiang."

The ghost lamp came over suddenly, and patted the shoulders of the two who were chatting: "The master of the great country wants to see you."

"I?"

Jing Jiang pointed to herself, a little stunned: "Is there any problem?"

"After all, living people have lived in seclusion for a long time. Tian probably wants to use the eyes of the master of the great country to confirm whether it is suitable."

The ghost lamp made a faint "tsk", with a rather impatient look on his face: "It's just a formality, it will end soon, after all, that bhikkhuni is still alive and they didn't care about it, on the contrary, it was blessed by other gods." The humans below will be in trouble."

"Ghost, Lord Ghost Lantern, you..."

After Zhao Ma heard this series of complaints against the Great Lord and even the Heaven, he subconsciously wanted to remind the ghost lamp gods to be cautious in his words and deeds, and then he thought that he himself was a ghost clan, and he was not protected by the gods or controlled by the gods, and there were no taboos It's also normal.

On both sides of the long corridor, Jing Jiang walked behind the ghost lamp with his head down, and whispers of unknown existence came from both sides.

[It's human. ]

[It is true that humans are not at fault. ]

[The law of this human being is different from that of this land. ]

[What will the gods on the other side think of this matter? ]

[The living humans have lived in hell for a long time. ]

[Humans living in Birazaka all the year round will not be polluted. ]

[......]

Jingjiang followed Ghost Lantern without a single step, turning a deaf ear to it.

"do not worry about it."

Ghost Lantern deliberately raised his voice: "Go ahead."

Mosquito-like whispers around, suddenly became low again.

Daguo Zhuming is a male deity who looks like an open-minded uncle, sitting in the center of the main hall at this time, with a calm and majestic posture.

"Your side came from another country, and you are a human who is serving in hell for the time being."

The master of the great country looked down from top to bottom, and his inorganic eyes fell on Jingjiang without any cover.

"Yes, she is..."

Ghost Lamp opened his mouth to answer, but the words just came out, but were cut off by the loud voice of the colleague beside him.

"Yes."

Jing Jiang raised her head, and looked at that obviously inhuman gaze calmly.Originally, the pupils of Daguo Zhuming were pitch black, but Jingjiang carefully identified them, but saw something else mixed in that blackness.

In an instant, Jingjiang was able to realize that there was some "other existence" looking at him through the eyes of the master of the great country.

"Hand over your name."

The Great Country Commander said.

The ghost lamp suddenly turned back and looked at Jingjiang.

It is an act with very complicated meanings for a god to ask for a name from a human being.Based on his experience as a ghost and god, he couldn't judge the specific purpose of the other party for a while, not to mention, the one who looks at Jingjiang through the eyes of the god of the great country, he is...

"Jingjiang, a disciple of Jingxu from the Pure Yang Palace."

He heard a steady voice from around him, unaffected by the divine voice, speaking without trembling the name bestowed by Lord Yan Mo.

"Teacher Xie Yunliu, son of Jingxu, and master Lu Dongbin, son of Chunyang, is the master of this room."