[Comprehensive] Blades all love Kikyo

After leaving the underworld, there is still a long way to go from the world.

Hell is a natural formation. It has existed in the world since the theory of reincarnation. In order to prevent monsters from disturbing reincarnation, the way in is built as a one-way passage. Only those who go in and out are not allowed to go out. , Once again, birds and beasts, those who enter along this road are all ghosts.

This way is the way of ghosts.

Kikyo carries a bow and a quiver on his back, passing through half-illusioned souls, going retrograde, and responding to the enthusiastic or arrogant or tearful farewells of ghosts and Taoists along the way.

Tanggua and Eggplant waved in unison: "Master Kikyo, it's a good journey—"

Kikyo nodded and smiled: "Thank you."

Duoyi Po snorted and didn't look at her: "If you leave, don't come back."

Regardless of Duoyipo's duplicity, Kikyo suppressed a smile and said, "I'll come and see you."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Duoyipo muttered, "It's not too bad."

Ghost Lantern leaped across the Santu River, with a load full of golden rubbish firmly on his shoulders, none of which fell to the ground. He patted the dust on his body, and carefully took out a pair of sly-eyed clothes from his bosom. Fish, with a rhizome attached to the belly of the fish - a goldfish sways on the head of a flower that should have sprouted buds.

The snapdragon in his hand didn't look very serious, but he gently pinched the root and handed the bellflower like a man in this world gives a woman a rose.

"Although you don't like brain miso soup, I thought you might like this."

The ghost lamp, who has always been known as the king of hell shakers, rarely shows a soft look that has nothing to do with Leng Che's personality: "It is the first snapdragon that I bloomed after I put Jinkela into use in the snapdragon field. It brings luck, and the snapdragon will lead the way, so you won’t get lost and delayed on the ghost road with it.”

Kikyo stretched out his hand to take it, stared blankly at the snapdragon in his hand that kept winking at her, and then laughed, her smile was sweet and cute, and the air around her seemed to be infected by this lightness, rippling Lively atmosphere.

"So, it's disrespectful, Mr. Ghost Lantern."

Ghost Lantern turned his face away: "Ah... as long as you like it."

Xiaobai, who was peeping in the corner, saw all this, and shook his head and looked down on the ghost lamp: such a vulgar method, and such a terrible flower, if you want to catch up with the beautiful Ji Jun, just dream!

The blood moon hanging in the sky bent a little more, and it was almost time for the night walk of the ghosts, so the ghost lantern and Kikyo walked along the way for a while.

A banquet in the world.

It's time to say goodbye.

He stopped to look at Kikyo, and spoke earnestly: "Although you are strong enough to refine your spiritual power, there is nothing that can become a stumbling block along the way, but Kikyo, you should know that the most terrifying thing in this world is not the absolute power of suppression, but the power of absolute suppression." It is the unfathomable human heart."

"Remember, there is nothing you can believe in until then, except conquest."

***

The roads in the mountains and forests are rugged and weird, and the paths are winding and narrow like fish intestines. As soon as the mountain wind blows, a little shadow emerges from the mist, and soon hides in the vague mist. To know what to do next.

Sometimes the fog is the barrier of the forest, and sometimes it is a mask covering death. Through this layer of clear water vapor, the next step may be bright, or the abyss.

"Help! Ah—"

A shrill scream woke up the flock of birds in the woods, and the frightened creatures scattered aimlessly, fluttering their wings and shaking down feathers of various colors and sizes, swirling down from everywhere .

Behind that mist is a cliff, and from another mist not far away, a blue figure quickly flew out, with a vigorous posture and neat movements, coming first and landing on the protruding rock wall, reaching out to catch it. Live the woman who fell from half a day.

The falling object was full of momentum, but the person who came to help her did not even shake his hands, and hugged her firmly. After being frightened by this, the woman's heart was still trembling, and she blinked several times with her closed eyes tentatively. Open slowly.

The first thing that catches the eye is a head of blue hair, moving down, a pair of slightly indifferent eyes.

"I'm so sorry!"

The woman's heart trembled, and she got off the other party's body in a sense of impoliteness, and apologized repeatedly.

When she saw the other person's appearance, she froze suddenly.

The man who saved me... is so handsome.

The woman was fifteen or sixteen years old, just the age of thinking of spring, so she couldn't help but secretly observed the other party: he was tall and straight, with a handsome face, and he pursed his thin and light-colored lips, exuding a sense of restraint-like beauty.

With her back in her mouth, she thought inwardly, and said respectfully: "Thank you for your help, little girl..."

The man in black military uniform didn't listen to her finish, let alone said more, he stretched his arms around her shoulders, grabbed the woman and stepped up the protruding stones on the cliff, faster and faster. , rising higher and higher, and finally passed through the fog she broke out before, and landed lightly.

"Go straight along this road, don't look back, and you will get where you need to go."

From the moment the man appeared until now, he finally spoke a word. His voice was a little hoarse, which didn't match his gentle and delicate appearance, but the woman's heart was blooming like a spring flower. She endured her shyness and waited. There was no more words after this sentence.

The other party ignored all the thoughts in her heart, turned around and walked to other places, and she chased a few steps forward nervously: "Please...please stay."

He stopped and turned around slowly: "What's the matter?"

"I haven't thanked you enough yet!"

The woman has fair hair, and is dressed in a gorgeous and heavy twelve singles. She looks exquisite, not natural exquisiteness, but the kind of exquisiteness bred by wealth and wealth. The pink and creamy color just complements her youthful appearance.

The man refused bluntly: "You go, I don't need that kind of thing."

"My name is—"

Her words were stuck in the middle of the throat held by the knife, and she couldn't go up or down. Although the sword was still some distance away from her neck, the eerie and strong aura of the weapon could not be ignored.

He held the sword with its blade undrawn from its sheath towards the woman, his voice hoarse, as if it had been scorched by fire.

"Stop."

The demon wind suddenly rises.

The gentle aura of the man in front of him suddenly disappeared, the woman took a step back in fear, and wanted to follow his previous words to walk straight, but found that the fog was thicker when blown by the wind, and the road was completely hidden. Go, completely control the entire forest.

She turned her head and tried to be brave enough to face the only person left.

"I……"

The woman plucked up her courage: "Please take me away."

The man's tone was calm: "It's up to you."

……

The trees that stay in the dark all year round are tall and unusually tall, with lush forest leaves hugging down like ghost hands, and the branches are twisted and curled into painful postures.

The misty forest is a moat that connects the world and hell. Whenever it is midnight, a hundred ghosts will appear. This hundred ghosts are not the kind of monsters that appear on summer nights, but the souls of the dead seven days Under the leadership of the ghost messenger, he returned to the world for the last time, but regretted it.

It's late at night.

The smell of death came from the dark wind, it was the smell of souls washed by the Santuchuan River, they had just crossed the river and were about to die.

The man in the military uniform poked the lit bonfire, illuminating the surrounding area, and through the flickering fire, one could faintly see pairs of eyes hiding in the darkness, greedy and bloody, but seemed to be hindered by the fire or something else, Although ready to move, but never approached.

The woman leaned closer to the fire, wrapped her arms around her knees, looked at the fire and asked, "Aren't you cold? Do you want to get closer?"

no answer.

If the skin was thinner, the woman would probably not be able to speak anymore, but the situation is very different now, so there is really no need to be too rigid, she speaks boldly, in order not to be so afraid, to relieve the coldness that has invaded the bone marrow And loneliness, but also to simply find someone to talk to.

Her face was scorched red: "I am the daughter of a famous name, yesterday—no, maybe the day before yesterday..."

Seemingly realizing that the timeline has become untouchable, the woman was a little flustered, but soon calmed down again.

"I took my father's ox cart to another city with a few servants, and a cart full of gifts. It is said that it is my future...husband's house," she secretly glanced at the man in military uniform, who was sitting far away. Outside the fire, still expressionless, the woman continued with relief and frustration: "The journey is long, and there are two or three days' journey, but on the way we encountered bandits, I dare not hide in the bullock cart." I made a noise, and when there was no movement, I lifted the curtain and peeked out, only to find dead bandits lying all over the place, but several servants and warriors my father had sent to me were also taken down one after another... I was afraid I didn't know what to do, so I ran around aimlessly, and finally entered this forest."

The author has something to say:

Committed to writing that kind of comprehensive human nature, as long as it is not blackened to the point of losing its mind, all knives are complicated, struggling with good and evil, self-torture, painful and entangled... Of course, the essence of the full text is romance and not philosophy hahaha

I would like to ask your opinions, whether the blackening will grow horns or not, and the horns will make the wind, but what if you want to kiss the head of the goddess with your mouth in the future?

Don’t worry about the status of Kikyo, in my article, all men who can whoring use “he”, otherwise it is “it”. Cannon fodder passers-by don’t have a name, usually it’s a gender or image pronoun, such as thin and tall, woman, child , Fatty, this kind of address, yes, it is so simple and rude, because I am too lazy to use my brain to choose a name

My friend asked me to add Yaohu, I consider a big face in the later stage

A little spoiler, according to the differences in clues and emotions, the bgm I listen to when I write the plot of different characters is different. When I wrote the first issue of Yizhen and Kikyo, the song I listened to was "Weaving Dreams and Traveling Clouds". You can listen to it and imagine the atmosphere between them

I ask for comments on every chapter, my little angels...don't hide and don't talk anymore, please let me see your wings>3