Dark Fallen Honmaru Strange Talk [comprehensive]

Nearly half of the Honmaru was destroyed, most of which were the bedrooms and empty rooms of each sword faction. The fusangshen who originally lived in twos and threes had to readjust the number of people living together.They were not the only ones doing this, even the ghosts hidden in some empty rooms sneaked in because they couldn't find a place to stay, trying to have a rest here.

Bangui is a clear example.

It is said that everyone slept soundly that night, and among them, Urashima Toru was so bored that he whispered to Kamekichi. This one-sided chat continued until he suddenly felt that something was wrong—he moved into this room. In the corner of the room not long ago, a wooden plank quietly arched up. It was only half an arm long, but it soared to seven or eight feet in the blink of an eye, and slapped the nearest Hachisuka head-on.

…Let’s not mention the flying and jumping in the middle, but fortunately, there is Ishikimaru sitting in the next room, and this ghost immediately admitted his mistake honestly.It has no facial features, only the two sides of the board have sharp tooth-like barbs, and when it is forced into a corner, it twists and turns comically throughout the whole process. At least except for Hachisuka, who has a dignified face and a displeased face, everyone else has A few couldn't help but laughed out loud.

The bedrooms were smashed to the point of being uninhabitable, the Japanese room with the TV was also in a mess, the dishes in the kitchen were smashed, and the other functional rooms were in better condition—such as the forge.

The damage was limited to one of the three stoves being cracked, and the retrograde army mainly aimed at the god judges and various fusangshen, although some of them had their brains smashed to some irrelevant places, but more It's normal - they have little interest in various resources, which makes the blacksmith look much better than other places.

What's more important is that the enchantment has started to operate successfully. The swordsmith of No. 021 Honmaru has always been rumored to be the hardest one in the industry.There is no other reason. In this era of automation, he still needs to conscientiously build the body of each sword by hand.

Now being able to free your hands is really a remarkable progress.

But another job is on the horizon.

"Just do what you said before." Handing the sword to the swordsmith, the "before" that Horiguchi Chisato said was of course before the attack of the retrograde army. She discussed all the solutions with the swordsmith at that time, and heard The swordsmith also smiled and nodded at her words, "Then... the newcomers are also welcome."

The ruined fields had to be plowed again, and the rebuilding of the Honmaru needed both funds and manpower. The existing rooms were crowded enough for them to find more people.

The Sozo left character that had been transformed back into the original body was placed on the workbench by the swordsmith. Chisato Horiguchi looked at Saya who was standing aside, raised his hand to a certain height and then lowered it after thinking about it, only landing on his thin shoulders.

"Don't worry too much."

Hearing this, Xiao Ye looked up at her with some hesitation.

"It's not that I don't trust Master," he said in a low voice, "it's just..."

It was obviously difficult for him to find a suitable wording for this. Seeing him struggling for a long time with a sullen face, Chisato Horiguchi simply interrupted him.

"I know you're not worried about what I might do."

She said: "For a sword that hasn't summoned a spirit, this is nothing, but Zong San's situation is different. However, it is only the first stage now, trust the swordsmith."

Xiaoye hesitated, but finally nodded vigorously.

They knew that staying here would not be of much help, and when Qianli returned to the office, he bumped into Qingguang, who was coming over with the financial statements.

"This is done according to yesterday's order. Hasebe asked me to bring it to the master."

Her valet dutifully reports.

"It's mainly about the various expenses for repairs during the two days when the owner is not there, and the expectations for the next reconstruction."

"Thank you." Chisato Horiguchi took the papers and flipped through them, "Please tell Hasebe for me."

"Yes."

It's not the brisk and slightly drawn-out response as before. In fact, his performance has been like this for the past two days.She turned her head, and as expected, she saw a hesitant look on California Qingguang's face.

"I've been wanting to ask these two days," Qianli said in surprise, "What's wrong?"

As if finally made up his long-lost resolution, California Qingguang sighed softly.

"I met Mr. Qingjiang on the way here." Seeing that she didn't understand what he meant, he smiled and changed the subject, "Master, do you still remember what you said that night when the retrograde army raided?"

"You mean the reward waiting for you to come back?"

Chisato Horiguchi tilted her head, "Yes, if you want."

"Can that be a question?"

"……Eh?"

California Qingguang's eyes flickered, "A question that the master must answer."

Questions that must be answered...

The first thing that came to her mind was actually the things about the past mentioned between the two of them when they came back that day.As much as I don't want to discuss the topic, a problem isn't a big deal if it's fulfilled as a promise.

"Well, ask."

"Master..." He took a deep breath, "Do you like Qingjiang with a smiling face?"

When Chisato Horiguchi came back to her senses, she realized that she was unconsciously choking on the paper.

She calmly tapped the edges of the few pages on the edge of the table.

"Why do you ask?"

Not a direct denial.

Even if he said so, his scouting had always been excellent.

California Qingguang's complicated vision did not miss the shallow pinch marks on the paper that were almost invisible.

"It shouldn't be an illusion." He looked directly at her, "These days, Master's eyes are always on him."

……Have it?

Compared with the facts pointed out by California Qingguang, what makes Qianli more disturbed is that she has never done so consciously.

She remembered what she saw when she returned to the present world. She seemed to be going to see Teacher Jiushen intentionally or unintentionally.

"I still remember what the master said on the first night, is it really a matter of the object?" California Qingguang said softly, "It is the master who really makes me look forward to human beings again. If he can make the master happy, I will also ……do not mind."

Looking at his expression, Horiguchi Sensato didn't know what to say for a while.

"I……"

She was confused: "I don't know."

Is that what she looks like to them?

As if seeing through what was going on in her mind, California Qingguang lowered his eyes.

That counts as a push.

Anyway... it's just a matter of time.

He showed a smile that was almost the same as usual, "At least in my opinion, the master is special to the smiling Qingjiang."

Smiling Qingjiang is special to her?

After California Qingguang handed over the documents and left, this sentence still lingered in Qianli's mind.When she stood at the door of the forge again, although she didn't show it on the face, she was still struggling with this idea in her heart.

"how do you feel?"

"Hmm, it's better to say it's all right," Zong San smiled as usual when he heard the interrogator's question, "Anyway, it's just the most basic grinding... I hope to get it right in one step."

"It's hard to say how much impact it will have if you do that."

Chisato Horiguchi made up his mind to take his time, and of course he ignored his sudden request, "The new knife is ready soon?"

"It seems to be said so." Zong San said with great interest.

The enchantment governs the operation of the Honmaru, and the work of the swordsmith in the forge is much more worry-free, and he can directly forge and sharpen the knife at the same time.There is also an obvious advantage-the remaining time can be displayed on the furnace mouth, and certain inferences can be made about the newly forged knife.

Three hours and twenty minutes of Sihua Taidao.

"I hope the premonition won't come true," Candlestick Che said in a low voice, "Mr. Crane hasn't formally signed a contract with the master, has he?"

The contract has not been signed yet, which means that it is not the sword of this Honmaru, and logically speaking, it can summon the spirit again.

"correct."

Tsurumaru clapped his hands in novelty, "Wouldn't it be a great shock if I were really forged?"

Everyone: "..."

No, only this is absolutely not!

Will the roof come off? !

"Don't make another one." Izumi covered his face.

"Mr. Kane is the victim after all."

"Don't mention that kind of thing again... Kunihiro..."

The blue-haired monk who arrived under such apprehension received an unprecedented warm welcome—although there was a subtle stagnation when seeing his attire.

"... My name is Jiang Xuezuo Wenwen," he stood with one hand on his chest, "War..."

Sensing the fiery gazes around her, Jiang Xue frowned, and refused to say the second half of the sentence.

How is this going?

"Brother Jiang Xue."

Hearing the sound, he glanced at Xiao Ye and Zong San next to him, and just nodded slightly.

"Excuse me," Yizheng coughed lightly, "Look at your outfit, are you a monk?"

"……Yes."

"That has to be stated in advance."

The lesson from last time is still in the past, Hasebe said with a stern face: "It is forbidden to chant sutras in this Honmaru, especially the Dizang Sutra."

...? ? ?

He added: "Morning and evening classes are also prohibited."

Jiang Xue left the words silent for a long time.

After so long that everyone thought he would never speak again, he finally struggled to make a sound.

"why?"

"Well, generally speaking..." Zong San smiled lightly and explained to his elder brother, "It's for the safety of the master."

Jiang Xue: "..."

"This world..." he whispered, "is full of sorrow."

It's probably hopeless.

he thought blankly.

"Ka Ka Ka Ka Ka!" Yamafushi Kunihiro didn't mind his indifference, and laughed, "It's okay, Jiang Xuezuo's writing, not only chanting sutras can be used as a practice."

"Come," he suggested proudly, "don't stick to these external forms, come and embark on the road of practice with the poor monk!"

"Does the master think he will agree?"

Smiling Qingjiang's voice rang in his ears, and he quietly retreated from the crowd of thousands of miles away.

She concealed the reaction well.

"No matter how you look at it, it's impossible to agree." She smiled wryly, "What to do, I have a subtle sense of guilt."

Sure enough, slip first.

"Speaking of which, I'm a little curious."

Keeping up with her footsteps is a matter of course, and Qing Jiang asked with a smile: "When I was working, did the master feel guilty?"

"Didn't I say that?" Chisato Horiguchi said, "If there is no sense of guilt, the subsidy will not be given from the beginning."

"Compared to subsidies."

The laughter tickles people's hearts, "I want to make up for it in other ways, such as using my body—just kidding."

"Sure enough it's not now," Qing Jiang said with a smile on his face, "otherwise even I would be afraid to hear the answer from Master."

Are you scared.

She thought about it for several days, but she couldn't deny it anyway.

She glanced sideways.

Smiling Qingjiang is indeed special.

She is still not sure what this feeling is, but she also understands that it cannot be explored by one person.It has been a long time since the last time I tasted heartbeat, and she has forgotten the specific feeling, but when this familiar feeling emerges, if it is not "like", she can't find another name.

Chisato Horiguchi stopped her pace.

Perhaps it was indeed because of the worry in his mouth, Qing Jiang rarely took a slow smile on his face, and looked in surprise at the judges standing side by side.

"Are you sure you don't want to hear it right now?"

Before he could speak, she weighed her feet.

An extremely light soft itching grazed the corners of his lips, Qing Jiang's body stiffened with a smiling face whose entire experience was only in words.

A fleeting touch, the sting is insignificant.

"So..." Qianli asked, "Can it be counted as an answer?"