The Troubles of the Holy Maiden [Comprehensive]

Fran's whole body was stiff, she never expected that they would meet again in this way.People who once thought they were passers-by, who could only exist in memories, just appeared in front of me. In such a way, they crossed the barriers of space and time and met again. What is this, how incredible.

This person is so familiar yet so strange. To Fran, this reunion has been separated by a hundred years, and the man who died brazenly at the beginning is also so different from the shadow in his memory.At the very least, because of the huge difference in height, Fran, who was held in his arms by the door, buried his face in his firm chest muscles, not only was his face aching, but he could hardly breathe.

Fran, who came back to her senses, tried hard to push the door open, but was held tightly by the steel-like arms. The tall Fran felt that facing the giant in front of her, she was just like being caught in a bear child. Kitten in arms.

It wasn't until Feijian found Fran flopping like a stranded fish that he reacted and let Fran go.

Fran, who had regained her freedom, quickly took a few steps back and distanced herself from the man.

The silver-haired man couldn't help stretching out his hand to hold her, but he only reached the phantom at the corner of his clothes, leaving nothing in his hand.He looked at his palm and remained silent.

Fran rubbed her face, looked at the man in front of her again, and remained silent.

Sanjo Zongjin, who was stunned by the accident, said, "What...what's going on? You...his...my sword..."

Fran sighed, and said to Sanjo Zongjin, "Your knife is fine. Zongjin, can I stay alone with him for a while?"

Zong Jin nodded blankly, turned around and went out, closing the door behind him.

Seeing Zong Jin leave, Fulan turned her head and refocused on the suspected man in front of her.

"Are you?" Fran still wanted to make a final struggle.

The tall, silver-haired man hooked his lips into a smile, and a subwoofer-like voice rang in Fran's ears: "What's the matter? Lan Ji, don't you know brother?"

Fran took a deep breath. If this man was really a man, wouldn't the difference be too great? Not only his appearance, but also his way of speaking had changed.Who is this man who exploded?Is it really the thousand-handed door with a mad face of obsessive-compulsive disorder research when he was young, and a ruthless political department with a smiley face when he was middle-aged?Looks like nothing but a face!

So Fran took another step back and put on a vigilant posture: "Wait, don't get too close, who are you?!"

The man took a step forward, bent slightly, and looked directly into Fran's eyes. The thin red eyes seemed to be parked with a red butterfly fluttering gently, with a psychedelic beauty.

He spoke with a hoarse voice and a slow tone: "Didn't you just... call me by my name? But... I am not Qianshou now, so there is no need to call me by my last name."

Fran couldn't help but took another step back, took a deep breath, and said coldly: "Impossible, Tozama is dead. Besides, he can't appear here! What evidence do you have to prove that you are Tozama? !"

The man sighed softly, and raised his hand to touch Fran's cheek, but Fran turned her head away.

"It's so sad, you have changed your appearance, but I recognized you at first sight. And my face has not changed, but you are full of doubts. I really...lost completely..."

He lowered his eyes lightly, stroked the big sword at his waist, and his voice became very soft: "I used the kunai I gave you when forging this sword. After the death of the elder brother, Konoha and Yunin proposed an alliance. I gave it to you before. It was a rainy day, and I gave you a total of two such kunai, I still remember the runes on them, you can draw them, and you can compare them with the other."

Hearing this, Fran believed half of it, but in order to confirm, she still said: "Then, please draw it, do you need a pen and paper?"

The man shook his head slightly, raised his hand, and pointed his slender fingers in the air. Wherever the fingertips passed, fluorescent blue light appeared in the air.

Fran's heart tightened: "Divine art..."

But after a while, a floating formation appeared in front of Fran, and Fran took out another Kunai, and compared the two formations one by one.

Sure enough, they were exactly the same.

At this time, Fran was able to confirm the identity of this man, and ruled out the possibility that he pryed into her memory and transformed into Tokaima, because she didn't remember the exact drawing method of this formation at all.

Now, more complicated emotions came to Fulan's heart. Her mouth opened and closed, and she swallowed the words that were about to reach her mouth. She closed her eyes and asked, "You...why did you appear here? Has Kunai deposited your soul?"

Feijian sighed and asked, "Is that all you want to tell me?"

Fran lowered her head slightly, making it hard to see her expression clearly.

Fei Jian raised his hand and placed it on Fulan's head, gently stroking her black bun, feeling her body stiffen, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"You look like this now, there must be no sense of disobedience in wearing twelve singles, just like a real princess."

"Forget it, you've always been like this, you never show much emotion, I'm used to it, who made you my princess?"

Fran took another step back and leaned her back against the cold wall. Her fists were clenched and then loosened, and her complexion was changing.

"Why? Why are you chasing after me? This kind of thing... this kind of thing..." Fran bit her lower lip and couldn't continue speaking halfway through.

Tokaima stepped forward, propping up the wall with both hands, covering Fran in the shadow cast by his body, he let go of one hand, and gently raised Fran's face so that her eyes were facing his own.

Fran looked at the man with half of his face in shadow. The sunlight shone on his silver hair, creating a thin halo, which made Fran's eyes a little sore.

The man opened his thin lips and said slowly: "Look at me...Listen well, I don't need you to be responsible, and you don't have to have any psychological burden. Have you forgotten? I said, for you, I will be Falling into hell, trapped in hell, I will try to climb out. All of this is voluntary, whether it is dying in front of you, escaping from the realm of the dead, or breaking the barriers of the world to follow you. I did it voluntarily, no matter whether you respond to me or you have other plans, you don’t have to take care of me, let alone feel owed. You just move forward, and I will take care of the rest.”

Fran was silent, she stared at the eyes in the middle of the leaf, his expression was so serious, and there were emotions in the eyes that Fran could not understand. This kind of emotion was like a vortex in the sea, and it was going to pull Fran down to the bottom of the sea and drown together.Fran closed her eyes, pushed the man in front of her away, and said with a sneer, "What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think you are a lover? Between the thousand hands, there is not a solution for everything, not all the sacrifices. There will be rewards, and not all relationships will have results. Since you know there will be no results, insisting on it is just a waste of time!"

The door followed Fran's strength and retreated, his face was calm, unmoved by Fran's cold words.

"Never try, how do you know there is no result? I said, don't worry about it, I will find a way to solve it."

Fran turned around, stopped looking at Tobuma, and said calmly: "Tobima, since you have come back alive with such a posture, you can live a good life. As for the others, I can only persuade you to give up. Because, I I have things to do, and I won't stay for anyone." After saying that, he walked out the door.

"Flan!" Feijian suddenly stopped Fulan and said, "I won't give up."

Fran's hand was already on the doorknob. When she heard this, she paused and said indifferently, "It's up to you."

After opening the door, Fran greeted Sanjo Zongjin, who squatted on the steps of the door, hugged his legs, his eyes were red, and he looked a little pitiful.

Seeing Fulan come out, Zong Jin stood up and asked hesitantly, "Lan Ji...that man...my knife..."

Fran smiled and said, "It's okay, he is the Odachi you forged."

Zong Jin's complexion became more complicated: "But, isn't he a knife?"

Fran nodded: "He is not a sword, but the sword spirit of the sword you forged. Haven't you heard that the object will produce consciousness after a long time, and a spirit called Fusangshen will be born from it. Theoretically speaking, it is the last of the 800 million gods."

Zong Jin: "God?! This... But this is my new sword..."

Fran explained: "The reason for his birth is more complicated, but he is indeed the Fusangshen of the big sword, and he already has a godhead, and his strength is not weak."

Zong Jin covered his face, his voice trembling: "But this is the Otachi sword that I want to give to Ootengu-sama as a reward! Here, Fusangshen and the big monster...is this appropriate?"

Fran sighed: "Actually, the sword of Fusangshen who was born is really not suitable as a simple weapon. It is more suitable as a subordinate or shikigami. However, he is not the newly born Fusangshen in the usual sense. , his strength is not weaker than that of the big tengu, I am afraid... he is not willing to be inferior to others."

Zong Jin broke down even more: "Ah... Did you fail again? No, it should be said that it was too successful, and the success was a bit too much. Can I just reforge it? But the materials are used up."

Fran patted Zong Jin on the shoulder sympathetically. In fact, she also had her own responsibility for this matter.

"Father." The person from the room came out from the room, and shouted at Zong Jin who was collapsing expressionlessly.

Zong Jin's body froze, his neck creaked and he turned his head to look at Feijian.

"That... what did you call me?"

Fujian looked indifferently, looked down at Santiao Zongjin, and repeated again: "I call your father."

Zong Jin knelt down and hugged his head: "Ah, I'm not married yet, how can I be a father! I don't have a son who is a head taller than me!"

Feima looked at the stupid Zongjin expressionlessly, and explained coldly: "You are my forger, and you are my father who gave me the power of 'birth'."

Zong Jin couldn't laugh or cry: "One day, the knife I forged became my son... I'm sorry! Speaking of it, I seem to have thrown many sons into the furnace and remade them..."

Feijian explained lightly: "You don't have to feel guilty, the sword that has not become a spirit is just a dead thing, and the rule of 'life' has not yet been triggered, so you are not murdering."

Zong Jin felt strangely comforted. He looked gratefully at Tobima, and suddenly thought: "By the way, I haven't named the newly forged Otachi yet. Do you have a name?"

Togama looked at Zongjin who was squatting on the ground, and said, "According to tradition, you can name me, but if you can, please call me Tomama."

Zong Jin nodded: "Oh, Feijian, it doesn't sound like a knife but more like wood. It's fine, then I'll call you Feijian."

Fran looked at the two people who were getting along well, one of them was depressed, and she felt relieved. It seemed that Feijian was adapting well, so there should be no need to worry.

When the two over there were talking, Fran's face suddenly changed drastically.

'how come? !Momiji's spell has been torn!problem occurs! '

The author has something to say: Little angels, pay attention, pay attention, Nishang must say that I am too busy today to write an update, and the manuscript box is exhausted, so I will not update it tomorrow morning, but will update it tomorrow night.Back to normal the day after tomorrow ~ forgive me

small theater:

In the pure land of Naruto World,

Hashirama: Hey, since Tomama escaped from prison, the Pure Land has become so boring, and Tomama just left me and ran away.

Mito: Hehe, if you are bored, go reincarnate!

Hashirama: But I haven't found Madara yet, do you think Madara is hiding from me on purpose?

Mito: Hmph, maybe Uchiha Madara has already been reincarnated.

Hashirama: No way, I think Quanna is still here, Madara will definitely not abandon Quanna and reincarnate on her own, but Quanna won't tell me where Madara is, and now even he is hiding from me... Eh?Mito, where are you going?

Mito: Go anywhere without you!

Hashirama: Hey...all hate me...

Quanna: ...I'm not, I don't, I really don't know where my brother is, I haven't seen him at all!

in the burrow,

The gray-haired Uchiha Madara: ... I dreamed of Quanna again, it seems that my time is coming... I still have a lot of things to do!How can you let go so easily? !

Obito Uchiha: Hey, old man, hey!Hello!

Bai Jue: Hahahaha Banban is hurting spring and autumn again hahahaha

Uchiha Madara: ...Maybe it's better to die, the old man hates getting along with fools...