[Touken Ranbu] Changing aunts every day

If any human sees this valley that has long been inaccessible, they will be shocked by the sight in front of them and become speechless.

The plants in the valley grow and wither again, spring goes and autumn comes, summer snows and winter flowers, the cycle of the four seasons turns upside down, making people feel palpitations and uneasiness for no reason.

Standing in front of his shrine, he raised his hand to grab the breeze, letting the gentle breath go away with the sound of sighing.

The shrine was cleaned very well by the girl who came not long ago, and after he woke up from a long sleep, the children in the mountains also came to help him clean up the place where he made his home.

Even looking at the mountain rabbit galloping towards the distance riding a huge frog, the girl with mushroom head and short hair with rabbit ears puffed out a round bun face, and shouted childishly:

"Master Lian! I ran a race with Xiaolu! I won! I won!"

Behind her, there is a little deer man whose upper body is a human and the lower body is a deer. The boy-like monster tugged at his white hair weepingly, and let out a choking sob from time to time.

Yimulian raised his head, his pink hair covered most of his face, and the only pair of eyes exposed were kind and gentle.

Seeing the bruises on the little deer man's face, he stretched out his hand to catch the little girl who threw herself into his arms with a giggle, and sighed, "You -- it's not okay to trip someone up."

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand to blow a gust of wind, gently wiped the boy's bruised face with warm breath, and restored the broken wound to its original state in the blink of an eye.

"Thank you, thank you, sir..." The little deer man has the purest and brightest eyes in the world, and there are almost no dark emotions. At this time, he smiled, and he was still innocent and kind like a child.

— Tranquility and peace are things he has always guarded.

The mountain rabbit is a monster transformed from a rabbit. Although it looks like a human girl, it is extremely petite, no more than the height of an arm.

She fondly put her soft little face on the shoulder of her favorite god, rolled her big eyes, and said curiously:

"My lord, do you have any guests?"

"Ah." Yimulian didn't look back, the buzzing from the shrine, and the fluctuation of that power, indeed showed the existence of the "guest".

"Mountain rabbit, let's go back with Xiaolu first." Yimulian raised his hand, hugged the little girl nestled in his arms back to the frog monster's head, and said gently,

"I will wake up, the control of spiritual power is still unstable, so be careful not to hurt yourself."

After listening to the deer man, he just nodded obediently. The mountain rabbit has a mischievous personality, but even though he was curious about the guests in the shrine, he still had no choice but to turn around and leave.

Yimulian stared at the two children's distant figures, exhaled lightly, and in the next second, due to the sudden change of the weather, it turned into a white mist-like plume of smoke.

——Because of the massive loss of the power of faith in the past, he didn't want to perish or degenerate into a monster, so he chose to wait and sleep forever.

——Now, awakened from a deep sleep by one person's faith, he can't fully control the power of this mischievous faith.

Yimulian shook his head and laughed, turned around and walked towards the shrine, the wind in the valley lingered on the edge of his clothes, just like a baby attached to its parents, squeezed and unwilling to leave.

The shrine, which had been in disrepair for a long time, took on a new look under the transformation of divine power. As soon as Yimulian entered the shrine, he saw the sword hanging on the wall.

Short knives, swords, swords, big swords, spears... These worldly weapons are placed on the knife racks and hung on the wall, emitting a brilliant brilliance and buzzing.

"Alas." Yimulian sighed softly, raised his hand with half smile and half helplessness, and slowly brushed in the air, "Be quiet, you are a good boy."

His hand seemed to carry magical power, with such a swipe, the swords returned to silence after a moment of vibration.

Every sword here seems to have been well maintained. The sword body is bright and ancient. It is a knife that is cherished and often used by human beings.

——The so-called fusangshen is originally a spirit born from artifacts that have gone through a long time based on human beliefs and legends.

——Some swords with a long history have godheads because of their own beliefs, and they have shifted from the blurred boundary between spirits and gods to gods.

——But that must have gone through a long enough time, so seeing so many Fusangshen at one time now, I am a little surprised at Yimu Lian.

"Because humans domesticated war horses, in order to cater to fighting on horseback, they turned swords into knives and straight blades into curved blades."

"After I forged the Kusanagi sword, I have never opened a furnace to forge other swords. The existence of the curved blade has become orthodox with the trend of time, but I have been restricted from becoming a god."

Yimulian's gaze stayed on a half-straight-edged half-scimitar half-scimitar, and said softly, "I didn't expect to see so many children today."

Yimulian was full of relief, but he didn't know how miserable the "child" he was talking about was right now.

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Although the swordsmen didn't know why the opponent could change their form, they also knew in their hearts that the opponent trapped them and was waiting for the arrival of their master.

Although the time was short, it was enough for them to understand the identity of the person in front of them——except for the God of Forging, they couldn't think of other gods to suppress such absolute strength.

Even under the suppression of the godhead and divinity, the sword could have chosen to obey, but Fusangshen, who had already given birth to Linghui, was still worried that his lord would be in danger because of this.

——There is no reason to worry, even if the god in front of him looks so gentle.

"Yeah." The god in the wide-sleeved robe let out a subconscious sigh, and his brows and eyes were light and slightly alienated for a moment, "She's here."

Fu Sangshen, who had turned into swords and swords, felt a sudden tension in their hearts. After the unspeakable tension, there was inexplicable expectation. Contradictory emotions were intertwined, and it was hard to tell what it was like.

——Worried about the safety of the lord on the one hand, but also looking forward to her arrival to prove her important position in her heart.

——Is this what the lord often says, the selfishness of human beings born of emotions?

The god called "Lord Lian" by the mountain monster turned around and left in that moon-white kimono.

After a long and torturous wait, after gaining autonomy, he returned to the situation of being at a loss when he was cutting a blade, but after all, it was different from before.

Only Karasuma was calm and calm, even if he turned into a sword, he still maintained the demeanor that the father of swords should have.

Men with swords thought they would wait for their lord.

But when Yimulian came back with a seven-year-old girl in his arms, they realized in a daze that this girl was not that girl.

The little girl held a dagger in her hand, and her face was buried on the shoulder of the god. The thick blood on the dagger was terrifyingly sinister.

The men with swords were thinking about the identity of the little girl, but they saw the man put the little girl down and gently rolled up her long hair.

A delicate and immature face, calm and indifferent, wearing blood-stained clothes, the god wanted to take the dagger in her hand, but shrank his shoulders slightly, without resistance.

--Lord?Why did it get smaller again?

Seeing the master's overly excited emotions, the suppressed buzzing of the swords reappeared, emitting a faint glow like a firefly.

This ray of soft light attracted the little girl's attention. She raised her head, looked around in a daze or indifferently, and finally closed her eyelashes silently and in a disinterested manner.

The girl didn't ask about the strangeness of these swords, but Yimulian supported her shoulders, and said softly: "There is a quiet room behind the shrine for witches. If you don't mind, can you change your clothes first?"

The girl nodded indifferently, but still obediently took the priestess costume that suddenly appeared in the hands of the gods, holding the clothes and passing through the swords all over the hall, her small figure disappeared at the door of the back hall.

Yimulian stood up slowly, and he glanced at the sword that could not speak, showing a thoughtful expression.

After a while, he suddenly smiled and said, "Your master is here."

He took out a book of swords and waved slightly towards the swords in the hall, and the swords involuntarily floated into the air and were sealed into the book of swords.

"Good boy." Yimulian patted the knife tent gently, and said in a low voice, "Let's go, come with me to meet your master."

The flowers all over the mountains and plains are blooming, and as the divine power of the gods guarding this place gradually stabilizes, Xia Xuedong's desire for flowers also disappears without a trace.

The fox-faced woman in a black robe stepped on this familiar yet unfamiliar land with her own sword, exhausting her lifelong courage.

——Looking up at the young god who suddenly appeared on the hillside.

He is still the same as in memory, with a thin figure and a youthful appearance, but his temperament is like a mountain, like the wind, like the most distant and eternal existence in the long river of time.

——The gentleness like a world away.

They are facing each other, but things are different, even if there are thousands of words, they can only choke in their throats.

After a long time, it was Yimulian who finally broke the silence.

He smiled softly, glanced over the sword man standing behind her, and finally fixed his gaze on Tian Tian Wu Jian who stood still with his eyes closed.

"Shuzhuwan...Hengci?" There was no special meaning in his smile, but when he opened his mouth, he could clearly see that the Fu Sangshen were slightly taken aback.

Yimulian shook his head and laughed, and withdrew his gaze, half of his face was exposed under the cover of pink and white long hair, and he was as handsome as a picture.

He stared at the woman in the distance, his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, staring at the far away and unreachable side.

"The same spiritual power, so it's like this... Are you my father's child?"

Aoki Shigure shook his head, but did not speak.

Not so much fear as tacit understanding, Yimulian asked again:

"You have my godhead, right?"

Shi Yu nodded, still speechless.

"Are you my people?"

——Nodding, it is inevitable.

"Are you my god? Are you my future child?"

— shook his head.

"These children don't exist in this era..." he said as he stroked the knife tent lightly.

"With my godhead, but human beings, not gods, nor demigods, then..."

"Are you my lover?"

The warm and pleasant wind on the top of the mountain stopped for a moment, and in the dead silence, it seemed that sadness was flowing slowly.

Shi Yu didn't shake his head, nor nodded.

However, at a glance, I still understand.

"Don't say it, don't say it, don't say it—" He chuckled and waved his hand, and the knife curtain floated up and fell into her arms.

"I still wonder why the wind in this world is so restless, so it is."

"—You, you shouldn't have come."

Shi Yu nodded, she knew she shouldn't come, but she came anyway.

Using such a subtle method, tell him naively——he will still disappear into the world in the future.

It's ridiculous, obviously it will be like this, it's all his choice.

"Let's go back."

The youth-like deity nodded slightly, he turned around without looking back, and just said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, if I knew, I wouldn't ask you to come."

Holding the saber tent in his arms, Shi Yu watched him walk away for a long time before saying:

"It's ok."

—I miss you the same way.

The author has something to say:

I don't know if everyone understands, but Shi Yu shouldn't have seen Bai Yueguang, nor should he answer his questions.

Shi Yu has Lian Shen's godhead on her body, and her appearance is to tell Yi Mu Lian that you will die in the future.

I knew it at a glance, but didn't say anything.

He said sorry because he knew that it must be painful for her to see him in the past again.

The tacit understanding between the two.