[Comprehensive] Blades all love Kikyo

Platycodon grandiflora's fingers brushed against the mirror, and the unique warmth of red nanmu came through the fingertips.

The little paper figurine looked at the pile of gold, silver and jewels. Even though it had no eyes, the straight line eyes drawn in one stroke were already bent to an angle that could no longer be bent, and the joy was about to come out through the paper.

She stretched out her hand and closed the lid of the jewelry box in front of the little paper figurine's salivating eyes: "Don't touch it, it's not ours."

"But this is clearly for you!" The little paper figurine looked at Kikyo not wanting these jewels, and quickly turned around in circles: "If it wasn't for you, how could they lock such a valuable thing away?" Leave it here unlocked, and look, these pearls, diamonds, and coral bracelets—how well they match your beauty!"

Kikyo looked at it suddenly, with a sad expression on his face: "So the little paper figurine means that I must have these jewels as a backdrop for it to look good?"

"No no no!"

The little paper figurine immediately denied it nervously: "Miss Kikyo looks good no matter what, it's just... just wearing these jewels can make you look even more beautiful, you, don't you want to become more beautiful..."

"Yes I do."

Kikyo lifted the little paper figurine off the table, and stopped letting its eyes touch the jewels. His voice was soft and tender, very touching: "Even if I am a witch, the witch is also a woman, and I can't escape it." It is the nature of women to love beauty, and it is perfectly normal to want to be beautiful."

"Then... why don't you try it on—" the little paper figurine smiled obsequiously, "it must be super beautiful."

She casually glanced at the floating light and shadow outside the paper door, and the smile deepened on her lips: "Well, there is probably nothing wrong with being beautiful, but I don't know if I can live with these things."

"If you want to look good, you have to think about it first... Is there any life to bear?"

The thin shadow outside the window seemed to shake slightly, as if it was inadvertently blown by the night wind.

She restrained her smile and said seriously: "Okay, it's getting late, and it's time to rest."

"……Yes……"

Unable to persuade Kikyo to bring pearls and diamonds, the little paper figurine was a little discouraged, but obediently saluted: "Master Kikyo, good night, I'll go watch outside the door."

"Then please, good night."

Kikyo took down the two knives hanging from his waist, one was shattered, and the other was full of rust, as if it could be broken at any time. It was far from the shiny new one, but The beautiful rope on it proves that it has been well cared for.

She played with the rope for a while before putting the two knives by the pillow, and said: "Please get along well tonight, and don't have any conflicts."

The two knives did not move, but the blades were cold, as if they were silently protesting and throwing a temper tantrum. Finally, Tai Dao moved over one by one, and offered himself to Kikyo for rubbing against his palms, causing the rusty knives to buzz for a while.

She tapped the handles of the two knives with her magical hands.

"Stop messing around and go to sleep."

There was a cat meowing outside the window, followed by the little paper man's puzzled voice: "Where did the wild cat come from..."

Turning off the lights, Kikyo took off the outer coat, revealing the undergarment inside, lifted the corner of the quilt and the clothes and lay down. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw two knives by the pillow, pushing each other against each other. Trying to get under the quilt.

Campanulaceae: ...

She had a half-smile: "It seems that I have given you too much advice, have you united with the enemy so soon?"

The first stage of Taidao vibrated and buzzed.

Kikyo fished out two knives and put them on the knife holder beside him: "Thank you, but I don't think I need a knife to warm my bed yet."

I was caught on the spot and canceled the benefits of sleeping by the bed. The two knives could only pretend to be dead and dare not move. Kikyo shook his head and sighed softly. She hadn't really fallen asleep for a long time, it was related to needs, but it was more because of her inability to fall asleep.

The little paper figurine stuck the whole paper on the paper door, and for a moment it was hard to tell where it was and where it was paper.

The morning light slowly spreads from the flowers.

A night without words.

***

The next morning.

Hasebe knocked on Kikyo's door with a tray in his hand, and pushed the door open without much effort. Just as he was about to say sorry, he found that there was no one in the room.

After thinking about it, he took a Japanese-style breakfast and went to the courtyard, where Touken usually spends his free time.

Turning the corner, I saw the fiery red color of the maiden. Except that she was more beautiful than noble beauties, this maiden wore the same simple clothes as the usual maidens. She only had two knives around her waist... two Bundle?

Hasebe stepped forward with the tray in his hand, and just slowed down his expression and said: "Miko-sama..."

"What do you want to do?"

He shook his hand holding the plate, lowered his head, the little paper man blocked his way, and wanted to inspect him and the food on his plate with a look of distrust.

When I arrived yesterday, Hasebe came a little late, so I didn't hear the little paper figurine speak, and I heard his voice before I saw him just now, and he subconsciously thought that he came back here after a while , this voice is so different from that of the Taidao that people can't tell the difference.

It may also be that too much time has passed, and he can't quite remember what that person looked like and what his voice was like.

Hasebe remained expressionless, and said to Kikyo submissively: "Master Miko, your breakfast is ready, please enjoy it as soon as possible, otherwise it won't benefit your body if you eat it when it's cold, I don't know what your taste is, So I prepared some casually according to the traditional breakfast, please forgive me if there is any negligence."

The little paper man was ignored like this, and ran to Ji Jiao angrily: "...Are you hungry, sir?"

A pair of hands passed the plate straight from Hasebe, black silk gloves on thin fingers, Yaken Toshiro's purple eyes were full of smiles, he apologized to Hasebe, and asked : "Hasebe-kun, go and serve the master. After all, Hasebe, you are a close servant, and the master will not be able to leave you for a while. The miko-sama will be served by Yaken Toshiro, so don't worry."

Hasebe glanced at the little paper figurine from the corner of his eye, and nodded nonchalantly: "Well, then I'll go first, and I'll leave Yaken to you here, and just call me if you have anything to do."

As soon as the plate was transferred to Yaoken, it became much shorter, and the little paper figurine finally got a glimpse of the food on the plate: there were steaming miso soup, saury, rice dumpling, red bean sea bream, steamed tea bowl, and a cup of tender The raw tofu, although Hasebe said it was arranged randomly, but the various foods look rich and delicious, which seems to be his self-effacing words.

Yaken Toshiro did not rashly bring up the food for Kikyo to taste, he put the tray on the small tree on the promenade, and then took the initiative to walk to her side to invite her.

"Master Miko," his words and deeds are completely different from the innocence of a short knife, but instead reveal a mature knife's aura: "Please eat, if the food is not to your taste, Yaken can go to the kitchen to replace it for you immediately .”

Kikyo didn't have much demand for food, so she shook her head, followed him to the promenade and knelt down.

The courtyard of this Honmaru is very large, enough to accommodate several acres of flowers and plants. In the middle of the flower field, there are several Token Fusangshen who are practicing swordsmanship with their own swords. Those Fu Sangshen who were wielding their swords looked gloomy.

He laughed and said: "Those who are practicing swordsmanship are the brothers of Yakuken. These days, Nippon Maru's hand field is being repaired. There is no way to open it to the public, so they can only practice in the courtyard. The younger brothers are not good at swordsmanship. , If you disturb the peace of Miko-sama, Yakuken is very sorry."

Kikyo looked at the short knives, and replied casually: "No, their sword skills are quite good, and they are not lacking in experience. It seems that they are all knives that have seen blood."

Yaoken Fujishiro said: "It's a sword, how can there be no blood."

The little paper figurine sitting on the side suddenly asked, "Does your Honmaru have cats?"

Yaken Toshiro paused for adding soup to Kikyo, raised his head and smiled: "I don't have cats, but Okurikara from Honmaru secretly took care of a few stray cats... because the owner never likes animals , so we can only feed them some food from time to time. It’s not considered pets. It’s just how much we do. It’s like taking advantage of the loopholes in the master’s words. Our master doesn’t know about it... and invite the witch My lord, keep it a secret for us."

A few short knives were concentrating on practicing swordsmanship, but inadvertently glanced over here during the break, and saw that Yaken Toshiro and Kikyo were eating breakfast, so they obediently did not come to bother them.

"of course."

Kikyo suddenly looked at one of the short knives, and asked, "Who is that long-haired kid in black?"

He followed Kikyo's gaze and said, "It's Catao Toshiro."

Yao Yan asked: "What's wrong?"

"I just think that child looks like a cat." She put down her chopsticks, stroked her lips and smiled: "But being a night owl is not a good thing, when you are growing your body, going to bed too late will not grow taller. "

After finishing speaking, Yaken Toshiro quickly answered: "My lord is talking about... Cough, is the meal not to your liking? I see that you hardly move."

Kikyo just casually tasted some of the food in front of her. For her, eating is just a procedure that she must go through to play a role. Maybe it is for the harmony of the atmosphere, maybe for other things, but she does not need to eat.

"It's my own fault. I have been wandering in the mountains for a long time, so I don't have the habit of eating regularly. I just can't eat for a while." Kikyo stood up, from kneeling to standing, his movements were smooth and flowing, with a classic The kindness makes people can't take their eyes off: "I don't know, can I take a walk in this Honmaru? It's also good to see the scenery around here. The flowers in the courtyard are in full bloom."

……

Until the figure of the priestess completely disappeared from the field of vision, a few strokes of the dagger hurriedly ran to Yaken Toshiro, grabbed his sleeve and cast a questioning look.

"What did she tell you just now?"

Yaoyan shook his head and smiled wryly.

"This lord is very vigilant. Be careful in the future, don't let her find out, and let Luan stop his messy thoughts and behaviors. As for Cattail, you are not allowed to mess around anymore."

The boy with long black hair had a look of disbelief.

"Are you kidding me? I have the highest detection value and concealment value at present! How could I be discovered? You must be overthinking," he retorted dissatisfiedly: "We have a very careful plan and deployment, but we have a strong spiritual power One point, it’s not like this hasn’t happened before…”

"All right."

Yao Yan lowered his face and felt a little dumbfounded, pointing to the cattail: "You don't even look at yourself, you dare to go to the night attack like this, your head is full of flaws, if you put it in actual combat, you would have been stabbed right away." wore."

The bonehead Toshiro, who has always been speechless and careless, looked at the cattail for a while with emotionless eyes, and then stretched out his hand to press down the two clumps of stupid hair on the top of his head.

As soon as he let go, Daimao stood up on his own again, swaying above his head, like two tenacious grasses.

Press again...

Loosen again...

Cattail shook his head vigorously and shook his hands away, stretched out his hands to hold down the two hairs in a somewhat unhappy way, to prevent Gu Gu from touching it again: "I know, I won't listen to nonsense anymore, but If there are other people who are curious, I can't stop it."

"I can't control others, and I don't want to control them, but you... Anyway, people from Awataguchi must not make a move," Yaoken sighed: "However, you can get as close to her as possible. Power, and has a very rare power of purification."

Gu Gu suddenly said: "...the sword hanging on his body is a one-shot one."

There was firmness in his eyes: "It's Brother Yiqi."

"There are a lot of first-stage ones in this world, and we can't be sure that the one on her is the first-stage brother," Yaken Fujishiro put away the tableware on the small pot: "Don't mention this matter again, it doesn't make any sense, if it is not The other party took the initiative to mention, you must not leak your words, so as not to arouse suspicion."

Natsuo Toshiro showed an expression of wanting to laugh but was about to cry: "But, I wish he was the first-stage brother, but if he really is our first-stage Yixing, he did something like that before... I don't know how to face him, I don't want to raise a knife at him..."

He choked up for a moment, feeling that his heart was being held tightly, and he couldn't breathe.

Yaken raised his hand and touched the catfish tail.

The low voice was like weeping, and it was inaudible at the end: "But, the instinct of loyalty as a sword..."

Gu Gu said: "So, until then, forget everything."

***

The aroma blown by the wind makes it easy to become intoxicated and become unconscious.

The little paper man had already sneezed three or four times on the road, and he yelled dissatisfiedly: "The owner of this pill is obviously rich, so why are the flowers planted the worst? Otherwise, why would the smell be so bad?" Thick, it looks like fake flowers... and a large area, without any aesthetics."

If it was around the ghost lamp, it would not dare to say that. Compared with the large pile of red flowers in front of it, the snapdragon grass of the ghost lamp is obviously uglier. It's just that the little paper man suddenly became unscrupulous once he got rid of the coolie job of the ghost lamp. .

Although it's just a shikigami, it still bears the name "Made by Seimei Abe". This name is famous everywhere, and the paper that the little paper figurine is holding back is a little red: but it's always been like this , simply ruined the image of Seimei Abe.

"Secretly speaking ill of the master's family behind his back, it doesn't seem good," the voice sounded noble and lazy, with a hint of carelessness mixed with the natural melancholy, the soft magnetic voice swept over people like a goose feather At the end of his heart, a slight itch arose: "The fragrance of flowers is so fragrant. If it is not so fragrant, wouldn't it make it worthless as a vase... Sad wallflower, just like me. Like a poor caged bird, it can only be chained here and mocked wantonly."

"..."

It's very guilty to be caught saying bad things about people behind their backs, but it never mocked this person from the beginning to the end.

Kikyo patted the little paper figurine's head, signaling it not to talk back: "Come here casually, I'm taking the liberty of interrupting you, please don't take what it said just now, it's my fault of discipline."

Although unwilling, the little paper man bent his thin waist to the man in the flower field: "I'm sorry."

Still a little unconvinced: "But what I just said was flowers, and I didn't mention any caged birds at all..."

"So, don't the caged birds even have the qualifications to be mentioned? The shikigami around my lord didn't see me as a bird in a cage... In this case, I don't want to come here and dirty your eyes, my lord, and be said to be a man of the world." The sword of the blade is actually just such a poor character."

The man with pink hair had a pair of heterochromatic pupils shining in the sun, more dazzling than the diamonds in the jewelry box. Looking at the witch, the sad and depressed look on his face became deeper: "As for this flower field, it is because Lord God Judge is not in good health, so he planted such a large flower according to the doctor's order, the fragrance can temporarily numb the nerves, making people less painful, after all, pain is the most tormenting thing."

The little paper man covered his mouth, but the voice still leaked out from the cracks in the paper: "Could it be Poppy..."

The other party blinked his eyes and didn't answer it. Kikyo glanced at the man a few times and asked, "You are the former Demon King of the Sixth Heaven, the sword of Oda Nobunaga - Sosan Zuomon?"

"Um……"

Zongsan Zuowen didn't deny his identity, and he smiled wryly after agreeing: "Is that true, is it so attractive that I fell into the hands of that demon king? Even my name appeared as an attachment to that person, really, Ridiculous and sad."

"really."

Kikyo pursed his lips and smiled at him, his bright smile stunned him: "I finally saw it."

Zong San Zuowen stood up in astonishment, revealing his entire body.

Even though "Pukyo" still exists in this world now, the current time is still, and after all, it is different from the past. Everything that connects the present and the time of birth can easily arouse her feelings about the past.

Regarding the memories of beauty that she had seen before, Zongsan Zuowen crossed the long river of time and appeared in front of her with an elegant and perfect posture that was no less elegant than imagined.

Except... seems overly melancholic and delicate.

The little paper man heard the sound of himself swallowing, although it didn't have such a thing, but the man in front of him was so beautiful, exuding a natural, criminal smell all over his body.

His long pink hair was loosely tied, hanging down around his slender neck, and he was wearing a pink monk robe of the same color as his hair. The monk's robe, which was supposed to be abstinent and indifferent, was loosely worn on his overly thin figure It shows the taste of gorgeous decadence.

No trousers were worn under the wide monk robe, half of the legs were exposed, thin and long, and the skin was so white that it reflected the dazzling glare under the sun.

He felt sorry for himself, with a mournful look on his face: "You too, do you want the symbol of the king to serve... If this is your wish, then Zongsan Zuowen, besides agreeing, what other answer can you have?"

Kikyo said: "No, don't bother me so much, I see that you are very busy, please continue to work, I won't bother you anymore."

A little nod was a farewell, and she took the little paper figurine and left without looking back.

Kikyo walked happily, leaving behind Zongsan Zuowen who didn't react for a while, and stood in the flower field blankly holding a hoe.

For a long time, he looked at the hoe in his hand with self-pity and self-pity, and then looked at the dust all over his body: "That's it, do you look down on the caged bird? Even the caged bird... obviously can be company, Zongsan Zuowen, what the hell are you doing?" What are you looking forward to?"

"Brother Zong!"

A little blue-haired boy with a huge bamboo hat on his back ran over, tightly grasping the hem of his monk's robe, and couldn't hide the nervousness in his expression: "Are you all right?"

Zong San Zuowen rubbed his younger brother's hair: "It's fine, Xiaoye, don't worry."

"But," Xiao Ye's hand still didn't let go: "She is a witch, every time the witch comes, brother Zongsan will show this look, as if he is about to cry."

His pale and sickly hands gently stroked his face, and he muttered to himself, "Have I lost my composure to this extent? I can't even control my emotions. Such a knife is only suitable for being a bird in a cage... ...Don't worry, everything will be over soon."

It's really disgusting to be stared at by that kind of gaze... Zongsan Zuowen rubbed his eye sockets blankly.

Will be soft-hearted.

The author has something to say:

Iron broken teeth: I refused at first, but the shameless knife insisted on fulfilling the duties of a servant and warming the bed, and then I was rejected

Yizheng in the first issue: This is, the legendary... Sleeping Fan, right?

Zongsan's little princess drills the birdcage every day☆

He is not happy today☆

On the favorites list tonight, but on the night of Goose Double 11, everyone probably went to a certain treasure, and no one would visit Jinjiang... I hope that Ni Meng comforts this stupid author and proves that I am still loved...