Sword Raiders II

The sun is shining brightly and the breeze is gentle.

The light-colored cherry blossoms fluttered in the courtyard, and a petal of pink turned into the veranda along the breeze, and then fell on the palm of a slender plain hand.

"Ugh……"

Yu Li looked down at the falling flowers in his hands, and let out a shallow sigh.

I always feel that after taking the initiative to lose the horse, things become more complicated.

At that time, she was simply eager to have a sword with her in this world, but she didn't think carefully about the series of reactions that would be triggered afterwards.

"Should have known earlier, they are never people who can easily fool the past." Staring at the petals, she said to herself, "As long as they give a little clue, they can figure out most of the truth."

Thinking about it this way, it's not surprising that something like a hand entering a room would happen.

It's really hard for Higakiri to look at everything regardless of his personality and actually like to control the overall situation. I didn't tell her this until now, and I couldn't calm down until the end. Sure enough, it was because of the magician's stimulation, right?

After all, at that time she was actually not calm, and the rolling killing intent could only be said to be suppressed barely, and it was impossible to say that she would return to normal soon.

"but……"

With five fingers gathered, the petals were combined in the fist, and Yu Li clenched tightly.

"The ending is still the same."

Not to mention that they lost their memory and were in a strategy game, she couldn't explain such an embarrassing situation.Even if there is no such thing, she will not allow them to take risks again.

Whether it is a magician, or other high-level monsters or gods, it is too dangerous for Fusangshen, who has always been in the last rank of gods.

Before their strength grows, she must protect them well.

Only this point, she will never...

"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka, is the main hall here? It's really easy for the humble monk to find."

A rough and heroic laughter suddenly sounded in the ears, and the Dao Dao, a monk wearing a scarf and hat, walked over with big strides, followed by another black-haired boy behind him.

"Yamabushi, and Horikawa?" Yuli showed surprise, straightened his back and looked up, "Is there anything you can do to help me when you come to me specifically?... The invitation to practice is fine."

Those who came were the two swordsmen of the Guoguang sect, seeing their calm demeanor and walking without impatience, they knew there was nothing urgent, so they made a joke.

Hearing the master's last joke, Yamabuku Kunihiro, one of Honmaru's muscle training enthusiasts, laughed out loud again: "Kakakakaka, the practice method of the main hall is different from mine, of course the humble monk would not think of Let the main hall have more protruding muscles." He paused here, feeling a little emotional, "It's better to say that the humble monk admires the cultivation content of the main hall, and the humble monk still needs to practice a lot to reach that level. year!"

They also belong to the creatures of the other world. Fu Sangshen said that they are natural gods who can be born with a probability after reaching a hundred years, but their rank is too late, and most of them are not even fully human when they appear. In many cases, their status is no different from that of weak monsters.Compared with the God of Reaper, who has advanced spiritual power in the world of corpses and souls and has been transferred through systematic learning, the only advantage is probably that he has divinity and a long lifespan.

Fusangshen of ancient swords and swords are usually held by high-ranking or strong-willed daimyo warriors, and they can get more spiritual gifts from the owner than ordinary items, plus hundreds of years of legends and anecdotes. The blood of the gods and demons absorbed by demons and demons, and even the family and shrines that have been enshrined from generation to generation, are lucky enough to not only have the most perfect human body, but also to practice and improve their spiritual power step by step.

"It will become stronger." Yu Li replied with a smile, "With me here, you will definitely be able to do that in the future."

Having experienced two weeks of Honmaru in a row, Yu Li, as a god judge, has a real sense of the huge difference between the arrival of the main spirit before and the arrival of the main spirit. Both their spiritual power and speed of practice are far faster than Whether it is from the perspective of a god judge or a god of death, Yu Li can be sure that it is only a matter of time before they have those magical powers and powers—although the process is hundreds or thousands of years, but as long as they exist all the time It must be damaged.

And what Yu Li has been working on is to speed up and shorten this process, and she will still work hard for it in the future until she thinks she can stop it.

As she was talking, her fist hanging by her side was suddenly wrapped in both hands, Yu Li was startled, and turned to meet Horikawa Kunihiro's green eyes.

"Even if you don't need to tell me about the practice, we will definitely do it diligently." The boy who was always dexterous to stop the master's instinctive movement of pulling his hands, smiled at her, "I'm sorry, I accidentally heard your voice when I came here before. Although it is a bit impolite, I still want to say it. My lord, can you give us a little more trust?"

While Yu Li was in a daze, her fist had been turned upside down, and the young man gently opened his clenched fingers one by one.

"We don't know exactly what kind of tragic things happened before, and you are so worried about us. But what is certain is that no matter what we were before or what we are now, we don't want to see you working so hard for us but don't care about it. itself."

The tightly held five fingers were stretched out one by one, revealing the palm again, and Yamabuku Kunihiro was taken aback when he saw this.

I saw that the petals of the cherry blossoms that should have been kneaded and wilted into a ball in the palm of my hand were not damaged at all, still beautiful.

——Just like their master's mood when he was talking to himself, holding tightly and clutching, stubbornly guarding and insisting alone, only wanting to protect them tightly.

Seng Dao's expression became softer and more helpless.

"For the main hall to take so much effort, it really is because the monk's strength is not enough and he is too immature..."

As if in response to his sigh, another gust of breeze blew, and the petals in Yu Li's palm flew out softly.

So it was her turn to sigh: "Don't ask." Withdrawing her hand from Horikawa, Yuli shook her head directly, "I can only say that the time has not come yet, even if you realize something, I will not tell you more details .”

In fact, this is already a semi-clear showdown. From the time when Higakiri showed such an attitude two days ago, Yu Li knew that the swords in the Honmaru should all be aware of it, so he simply said that he was open-minded and refused.

"That's it..." Kunihiro's two vibrating swords showed disappointment, but because it was expected, he was not very disappointed, "I know you won't let go easily."

"Let's all sit down." Greeting these two Zhendao to sit down on the viewing platform, Yu Li looked up at them, "Tell me what you can do with me. Is it because you, Yamabushi, are missing something important when you go out to repair later?"

When Hichiri came back, Yamabuku Kunihiro was next in line, and after that was Tsurumaru Kazuki. Yuli always remembered these field rosters very well.

"The preparations for the humble monk have already been completed, and everything is ready." Yamabushi shook his head, then exchanged a glance with Horikawa, and said, "This time, the main hall of Hirahiro is actually for my brother, Yamabaki Kirihiro..."

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"Hurry up! Pass the Cuju to me!"

"Watch my kids fly and kick!"

"Ah, Maori, you are so cunning! How dare you shoot like that!"

"Hey, let them score another point, Mr. He, can you do it? Why don't you let Qing Jiang play!"

"Hey, hey, it was agreed to be fully mobile, Zhenfang, how can you discriminate against Taidao's mobile?"

"Then you should hurry up...ah, you were overtaken by Nanquan this time! Hurry up and catch up with that cat!"

"Meow haha, the stupid crane will only be eaten by the cat if it catches up! Oh, damn Chang Yi, return the Cuju meow!"

"Hehe, I want to come and get it, Mr. Mao Mao."

On a wide open space in Honmaru, a unique non-discriminatory Cuju competition is in full swing. The participants on the field are playing happily, and there are also bursts of solidarity and shouting outside the field.

A few meters away from the extremely lively scene, Kiri Kunihiro Yamababa held a broom with both hands and looked there from a distance. His gaze stayed on a certain Zhenyin hair who was wasting sweat on the field for a few seconds, then turned around and continued to sweep the floor with his head bowed.

It is completely different from when I first came here, and I have completely integrated into this Honmaru and become a harmonious part.

Whether it's from the Tibetan knife side or from the government.

As he thought about it, his movements of lowering his head and sweeping the ground became faster and faster, and he soon left the fierce arena.

In fact, there is no need for him to sweep the floor today, but he has nothing to do if he stays at Honmaru, so it is better to find some work to pass the time.

The activities of Cuju with so many people are not suitable for him, and it's not that fighting can collide with famous swords, so it's best like this.

Refusing to think that it was because a certain Baba had signed up for the competition that he took the initiative to avoid it and find another job to do, Yamababa Kiri Kunihiro continued to seriously sweep the ground.

"Have you seen all the legendary materials of Mr. Zhanshan? Then what, I didn't hide it from you on purpose. I wanted to show it to you at the beginning... Forget it, I didn't give it to you on purpose."

The memory fragments given by the dream emerged in my mind. At that time, the song did not come, and I was still inferior to the identity of the imitation knife. It was the master who led him out of the horns a little bit, and no longer entangled with names and anecdotes. .As a result, such a document was accidentally found in the owner's house.

The truth shocked him, but there was also no joy afterwards.I just find it a little ridiculous and absurd.

"In the end, whether it's this work or you, it's just been trapped by human eyes for so many years. Some of you will always be hurt because of this, but no matter who is hurt, Yamabukiri, you will not be happy yes."

At that moment, I suddenly understood and understood why she hid the information, and then chose to use a more time-consuming and troublesome method to bring him out of his inferiority complex.

Regardless of the original song or the imitation, the master treats them equally, and the tenderness has never been compromised.

but……

The sweeping motion stopped suddenly, and Yamabuchi tightened his grip on the broom.

He is selfish.

After Guijia brought back the truth of this world, he was secretly happy that he was really her Tibetan knife, and at the same time he was relieved that the other one belonged to the government.

The so-called "receiving the gift knife will change history" is a legitimate reason, but only he knows that the real idea is actually just not wanting her to come into contact with this song in this world.

He didn't want to share with Na Yizhen the master who belonged to him originally, that's all.

Compared with the fairness and justice that the master has always been, this idea seems selfish.

Knowing that his thoughts were wrong, the blond-haired Dao has always been ashamed, but he was able to maintain his composure to a certain extent, until he accidentally saw the three blades of the Ryukyu because he couldn't go to the world to hide, and he couldn't continue. That's it.

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