[Comprehensive] Blades all love Kikyo

So far, the swords that Kikyo has encountered have been divided into several factions, some are dismissive of strangers, some are loyal to the god judge, and even though they have a good impression of her, they are still in the middle of temptation.

The good or bad of this trip is unknown. Before leaving, Abe Seimei entrusted her old friend Babaichuni to make a divination for her.

Hundreds of flowers compete to show off, and purple is the only one.

The jumping witch kept trembling on the ground, like a convulsion, and waited for a long time before getting up from the ground, her cloudy eyes had turned clear, as if she hadn't done the horrible gesture just now.

"This is the first hexagram." Worry appeared on her delicate face: "When I was looking at it just now, the past, present and future have become blurred. The words of this hexagram have been changed, and the second half cannot be seen clearly. It seems that someone has changed the history of the past."

"That is to say, the history that should belong to me has been taken away by others, right? But... I am outside this world and have not been affected," Kikyo calmly suppressed a little anger: "Those Children, who are on the wrong road, but I don't know who they are, where they are, not only can't save them, I can't even touch them."

"It's nothing to do, it's really annoying."

Abe Seimei persuaded: "Don't worry, there is fate in the dark, and the causal cycle in this world is always intertwined and complementary. The swords that belong to you will definitely respond to your existence, and they will definitely respond to you. No one can take away what belongs to Ji Jun."

"I hope so," Kikyo turned to Eight Hundred Bikuni, bowed his head, "Thank you."

She withdrew the hand that was placed on the bhikkhuni's forehead. She also saw some of the one-sided and intermittent pictures just now, but she couldn't deduce what she wanted to know based on this information, but the sense of conspiracy in it was getting stronger and stronger. The thicker it is, through those fragmentary images, Kikyo can only feel sad.

The sadness and resentment that are about to penetrate the picture, as well as the full of reluctance and nostalgia, are so similar to the feelings she has experienced before.

Because of understanding, so compassion.

"But when it comes to the original hexagram, Ziqi...Ziqi? Of course it must be Ji Jun. This sentence is not difficult to understand, but you said that the hexagram has been changed. What do you mean?"

Abe Seimei said: "The theory of changing history seems to be related to the current history revisionists. I don't know if I am overthinking, or there is something really going on. I would like to trouble you to take another look. After all, such things still need to be discussed." It's better to be more cautious."

Kikyo saluted and said, "Please."

The priestess wearing a monk's hat couldn't help but stabbed at last: "Master Qingming, you don't have to worry so much. After all, my divination is more like prophecy, and it may not be accurate. If you want to know specific things, I can only I can see some small fragments, and Tang Guo has a saying called out of context, even if there is a crisis in a few words, it does not mean that there is a real crisis."

Abe Seimei smiled and said: "Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case, it's always good to be more thoughtful."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni agreed, although he was not very happy, but he was not unwilling, and said to Kikyo: "You and I are both priestesses, so don't be so unfamiliar, besides, you are a friend of Master Qingming, and you are also my friend, help me." Friends don't matter at all."

Kikyo curled her lips into a smile, making Babai Khuni feel that the other party seemed to see through her own thoughts, and she couldn't help but blush, she lowered her head, covering her face with Ji's hair: "It's been a long time since I saw you, I really miss Master Qingming, you have a good time okay."

"Then how are you?"

"I, of course I'm good."

"That's it. You said you want to ask me if I'm okay? I'll just tell you that I'm okay."

"You don't need to ask whether it's good or not. Looking at you and me now, you can tell that we are living very well together." Abe Qingming just smiled when he greeted eight hundred monks: "I miss you a few years ago very much. , me, Boya and the other three played the flute to the moon, the moonlight that night was really rare and clear, and it was also extremely beautiful, since then, I haven’t seen such a beautiful moonlight for a long time.”

"Ah, yes, how many years have passed since then... But for this eternal life, it is not worth mentioning."

The fluttering priestess also misses the past very much, she withdraws from her memories with a smile, and once again makes a fortune for Kikyo.

She opened her eyes and said, "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman wins."

***

Although she had fulfilled her wish and was painting the nails of the woman in front of her, she was actually distracted.

Qingguang was not happy.

But he was embarrassed to say it, pouted, and honestly showed Kikyo the nail polish he bought online, which was light purple, and he even painted a flower on the pink nail Small flowers, petals curled up, small and cute.

Kikyo poked his face: "You can hang an oil bottle on your mouth, why are you unhappy?"

"I'm happy."

She flicked the young man's forehead lightly with her fingers stretched out: "Don't lie to me, after all, I know exactly what you're thinking right now, and sophistry won't work."

Qing Guang shook his head with puffed cheeks, a hint of slyness appeared in the boy's red eyes: "I'm not unhappy, you will love me well, right?"

"Yes," she pretended to sigh, "Qing Guang is really exhausting."

"If I don't grind people, I won't be able to become an adult's initial sword. It would be great if you came back sooner. I wanted to change the scenery a long time ago," the young man's slender fingers grabbed a little bit of her clothes and shook them from side to side He said: "Peace him, he doesn't want to be your sword, it's not intentional, he just misses Okita-kun too much, so..."

"I know."

Kikyo really didn't want to puncture Qingguang's initial determination of the sword, so he could only answer evasively: "However, only those who are willing to accept me wholeheartedly can be purified, as long as they are still unwilling or angry with me, And other dark emotions, it is impossible for them to take the initiative to approach me and accept my power, An Ding is a very good child, maybe he will gradually figure it out in the future."

"But now, we don't have much time," Kikyo retracted the ten nails he had already painted, and before they had time to dry, he put his arms around California Qingguang's waist and jumped to the side to avoid the attack from behind With a knife, some lacquer was removed from her fingers by the thorns in the flower. She looked at the blank part regretfully in the moonlight: "It's a pity that Qing Guang just painted my nail polish."

Qingguang was still a little dizzy being hugged by Kikyo: "...ah, that doesn't matter, Qingguang...you can paint the master's nails anytime..."

Then, holding Qing Guang in her arms, she landed steadily on the somewhat wet muddy ground, half of her body fell directly into the flowers, pinching the blade of the knife that was swinging towards her with two fingers, she shouted: "Stop."

The green-haired young man let out a roar, and wanted to draw out the blade to strike again, but found that his body was caught in the opponent's hand.

"You let go!"

"Is this the origin of Houwan?" Kikyo thoughtfully, then suddenly smiled again: "Don't let go, if you tell me to let go, I'll let go, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

She laughed a bit shoddyly, and the sarcasm between her brows and eyes also added a bit of inhuman strangeness to her plain face, and made people feel like this woman was born to be like this.

"Who cares if you have face or not, give me the knife!"

"For you? Then you stab me with this knife?"

"..."

Kagemaru became annoyed and said: "Sure enough, you are the same as those people before, you are no different...you are so dirty..."

Kikyo held his forehead: "What did I say?"

Qingguang was still blushing and curled up in Kikyo's arms, refusing to leave. No one called him anyway, so he just acted as if he didn't know what to do. He looked enviously at the body knife pinched between the fingers of the witch, and couldn't help it. He cast a jealous look at Keimaru who was pulling out his own sword like a carrot.

I really want to experience the feeling of being pinched by the master... If... I am held in the hands of the master myself, I will be very pleasantly surprised...

Those eyes were too eager, and Xiwan felt cold when he looked at him: "You are sick!"

Kikyo shook his head and said, "Even if it's...it's too bad."

Kagemaru reflexively wanted to push back, but what came out of his mouth was a gasp that made him blush, half of his body weakened, and he almost bent his knees and knelt on the ground and threw himself at the witch.

He looked up at Kikyo bitterly, the snow-white skin on his hand was crystal clear and translucent under the moonlight, with a milky halo, but his fingers pinched the tip of the knife, and calmly slid along the smooth blade It went down, and finally pressed firmly on the handle of the knife.

Kagemaru was so frightened by her that he couldn't even keep his voice steady: "You...what do you want to do?"

Kikyo didn't answer his words, but pressed hard on the handle of his knife with his hands. The tall man knelt on the ground with one knee as if he had been stabbed seriously, trembling all over his body. Throwing his body knife away to protect himself with both hands, he stared at the witch with trepidation like a little rabbit.

"Although there seems to have been such a guess, I was still surprised to see it in person."

"I'm sorry." Kikyo's brows and eyes were curved: "It seems that I have done a little too much, can you tell me, what kind of feeling is this?"

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