[Comprehensive] Blades all love Kikyo

Don't lean on a railing alone, the mountains and rivers are cold.

Even if he was on a high rock, the soaring air-conditioning of the Santu River could easily penetrate into the bone marrow. Tsurumaru Kuninaga wrapped his white cloak tightly and looked across the river. Ruowu black air, this is the color stained in hell, but he had been in close contact with it just now, but he felt that this Ji Jun was not like those lost souls whose souls were already polluted.

Regarding Bai He's question, Abe Seimei lightly lifted the bat fan, neither saying yes nor no, just shaking the fan and laughing: "Oh? What do you mean? How did Mr. Crane know?"

This old man is really cunning, and he made it clear that he was trying to trick him. Tsurumaru Kuninaga has always been impatient to fight with others. The smell of knives."

"The Duoyi Po Jijun told me that if you want to go to hell, except for a piece of clothing to cover your body, you don't take your belongings with you when you die. Besides, whether it's the underworld or ghosts, they are so dark that they can't bear the pressure of swords. Strong and hostile, if not for my body being a sword, I would not be able to withstand the sharpness of the sword."

He closed his eyes, and his long white eyelashes could catch the snow and melt into one body: "Besides... I am a knife, and the taste of a knife is what I am most familiar with. You can fool ghosts, but you can't fool swords."

The true soul still can't bear the saber energy, if it is really just a phantom, it would have turned into a star and flew away.

"Oh, it's really a hundred secrets."

That being said, the young man in hunting clothes did not feel depressed at all, but instead laughed loudly, with a penetrating voice, which was even more magical than "Ka Ka Ka" in Tsurumaru Kuninaga's ears: "Hahaha... Crane Maru-kun is really smart, but unfortunately there is no award."

"Is there no prize?" Bai He propped his cheeks and looked at the goblin and witch who were talking in the distance: "In that case, there will be no surprises."

If you want to be surprised, if you want to be frightened, there will be as many people in Huangquan.

The darkness vainly tried to erode the whiteness of the white crane again. Abe Seimei raised his fan and shaved Tsurumaru Kuninaga's short white hair into a mess. The wind seemed to condense into a real bone scraping knife, directly peeling off the dark shadow from the ground, Seeing that the darkness in Huangquan was fading, he had no choice but to fade away again.

Bai He covered his head in embarrassment: "This look is really... not Ping An Jing at all."

Abe Seimei felt a bit of a headache: signed the master contract sword, in order to be absolutely loyal to the master, the sword cannot accept external spiritual power, Tsurumaru Kuninaga stays here, it is very likely that the sword will be broken.

He said sternly: "Tsuramaru-kun, you still have a relationship with the world, whether you like it or not, you are destined to go back by fate."

Tsurumaru Kuniyong stood up: "I won't go back."

"It's better to go back and throw yourself into the Santu River now. What is fate? It has long since abandoned me, and I have already disbelieved in it. It doesn't matter if it stays here and it disappears, or it falls in the dark... Because this is my choice. If I go back, as a sword enslaved by others, I will always be in a state of involuntary control. You are an onmyoji who drives out demons for human beings. Far worse than a real monster."

The voice of the Onmyoji is like the frozen Tianchi on the top of the snow mountain, which makes people feel cold and ruthless: "It is not impossible to stay, but the ties that have not been experienced will become debts, and as the sun turns and the stars move, it will become a debt." It has accumulated into a mountain, and if it cannot be repaid in this life, then it will never be repaid again."

He slowed down his tone and advised: "Seeing the past in the Sansheng Stone, are you really not moved at all? At the other end of the world, there must be someone who is still waiting for your return. They don't care about the passage of time, and they don't care about you. How long are you staying here?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga seemed to ask back, and also seemed to mutter to himself: "Will there be?"

"I don't lie."

Obviously saw nothing.

He sighed in a trance: "Actually, I am very envious of Yiqi Yizhen and Gukui Toshiro. A knife without memory can easily become happy... Although not every Yiqi and Gukui are lucky, but It’s not a burden to forget everything, is it?”

"Before I remembered everything, I still had expectations for Yansheng, but now I can only comfort myself with the words that Jiang Xue, who is always unhappy, said—everything is false, because compared to falsehood, the world in this world The truth is even more frightening.”

"The current crane only wants to rest in peace. For me, Huangquan is the best place to bury the bones."

If the red thread is broken, it can still be tied; if the heartstring is broken, there is no medicine.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga wanted to throw the table: "What three lives and stones reflect three lives, it's my crane's life is really bad, God probably prefers that Mr. Dog."

He felt a little annoyed: the beast, the beast, the beast clearly overwhelmed the beast, but in the end he witnessed the life of this dog monster, despite the twists and turns, and almost everything was fulfilled, even the wish after death was satisfied.

Dogs just have more hair, so what's the point?Have you heard of the dog tail continued mink?

And he ended up like this.

Tsurumaru Kuninaga himself didn't know what he wanted. After he touched the so-called Sansheng Stone, he finally showed the appearance of a strange witch. He looked at her slender back, from hair to figure. , to the clogs under the feet... Slowly condensed and formed.

It turned out that this was the wish of the dog demon.

What a beautiful girl Ji Jun, Tsurumaru who had become a white crane in real body thought, if it was him, he would probably never forget and never let go of such a woman until his death.

It spread its white wings to cover her secretly from the black wind in the night, and then watched her walk towards others.

"Do you have a wish?"

Tsurumaru Kuninaga heard Abe Seimei ask him this.

"No."

"If the blade doesn't have a wish, what's the difference between it and a salted fish? Little guy, you said you have no wish, but all the souls that come to this place have a wish," he sighed, and finally showed his rare desire. The Elder's Wind: "Crane, don't be impatient, but feel your heart...see what it sees, and listen to what it says."

What did the heart see?He opened his eyes.

The darkness in front of his eyes twisted into tens of millions of strands, piercing into Tsurumaru Kuninaga's golden pupils like needles, his pupils shrank suddenly, and fell into those rapidly changing scenes.

Under the many leaf cherry blossoms that bloom once in every ten thousand years, the purple-haired kamesei Kanesada sprinkled ink under the tree. The ink dots flew up and landed on the new swing that Yizhen and his younger brothers made on the thick tree trunk. Above, the swing of the Awataguchi family was swayed higher and higher by the wind, until it flew over the top of the many-leaf cherry tree, and the vision landed on the land that Hatatobanri Mutsu Mori Yoshiyuki was digging seriously, and Sozo Zuomonji was driving a reclamation vehicle suddenly As they passed by, not far away, Yingwan and Dabaoping were sitting on the bamboo corridor drinking tea and enjoying the scenery.

Yue Zongjin sat on the side of the three-day drinking cup with his hands, and sang "Famous Moon" (note 1) in front of the sudden and night scene:

Why does the moon linger on the wilderness and sigh at the slant

A thousand-year oath, forever hidden in my heart

Why does the moon linger after a thousand years

Millennium oath to be alone

Lonely body without sheath

dark night dark night

The bright moon pierces this body

dark night dark night

The sound went from far to near, then slowly from near to far, and then slowly until it was faint and inaudible. In the blink of an eye, a powerful but chaotic and evil spiritual power surged like a flood.

All the swords were covered in blood, their bodies were covered with the breath of living people, their faces and eyes were full of sorrow, Tsurumaru Kuninaga tried his best to step forward, but all the swords stretched out their hands and pushed, Bai He was immediately swept away by the hurricane Go, he stretched out his hand desperately and in vain to grab the hand of even a knife, but he could only watch helplessly as the entire hommaru slowly sank into the sea of ​​bright blood, and finally became one with the darkness, inseparable. out of each other.

Why... keep him?

Tsurumaru Kuninaga's golden eyes turned bloodshot, and the images in his mind moved forward one by one, reappearing again and again. Under such probation, he almost collapsed, and finally he was about to lose consciousness in the illusion.

No one needs him, hate or love.

Then go to sleep forever, a voice said in his head.

Is this... a rest?

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, Tsurumaru saw a shrine maiden through the thin layer of mist in his eyes, a woman who felt extraordinarily slim just by looking at her back. With slender hair, she walked forward with respectful steps, and never looked back to show her appearance.

I'm really curious, what would a person with such a back look like.

The wind blowing up from the river blew up her hair, and she skillfully untied the hair tie that bound her hair. The red cloth band loosened and fluttered with the wind, flying towards him. Tsurumaru stretched out his hand and took it. Holds the hair tie that falls naturally.

The witch turned around.

Messed hair hid her face.

……

"To make you lose your mind, to confuse you... Stars are big dippers, their feet are closed for thousands of miles, Liujia is rebellious, and they can't avoid the evil..."

Countless rays of golden light radiated from Tsurumaru Kuninaga's pupils immediately, illuminating half of the sky, and the dark creatures hit by the light turned into black ash before they had time to struggle.

The light faded, Tsurumaru closed his eyes, and two lines of water drops fell straight down. Fu Sangshen never shed tears, so he thought that Fu Sangshen had no tears, but at some point, he suddenly burst into tears.

Is all this true or false?

Tsurumaru slowly raised his hand, holding a red hair band tightly in his hand, it was as red as blood, soaking his eyes red.

"The unknown darkness in Huangquan is really pervasive. You will almost be swallowed up by the eternal darkness."

Abe Seimei stroked his fan and sighed.

After a long time, Tsurumaru Kuninaga softly asked: "Wish...can you realize it?"

Abe Seimei smiled meaningfully and flatly: "Maybe it can, maybe it can't... But what if it comes true?"

The author has something to say:

You have to believe that this is definitely a sweet article, but I think that sweetness will be sweeter

Basically, I wrote out the feelings I wanted to express... It’s easier to write the abuse part. I wrote this drama seriously. I hope everyone will read it carefully, because it’s not a fast-food article with ten lines at a glance, and some details are hidden in the article. Between the lines, I won't write too clearly, it's boring, but of course you can ask if you don't understand, I will explain without spoiling

In this chapter, my He Qiuqiu looks like a male lead, but it’s not, it’s all orange, everyone’s normal relationship line, whether you love it or not, is a normal way, so I’ll try to be as real as possible, anyway, my view of love is just Sauce

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