save the judge

Chapter 95 Relics

The first floor of the Tianshou Pavilion is a large room with a high ceiling, which is usually used for discussing affairs. Other than that, few people will go in, but today is a bit different. The sky has just dawned. I moved all the tea sets and snacks to the corridor outside the large room, and looked at the scenery facing the bare gravel in the courtyard and the time converter in front.

More and more swords and swords passed by, and no one expressed doubts about their strange behavior-in fact, if I had to say it, not only was it strange to look at the sand and gravel, but they came early in the morning before the sun came out. It is also strange to go for a walk together at the castle tower.

Scattered, Yiqi Yizhen sat down without knowing when, and politely rejected Sanriyue's proposal to drink tea. The reason was that drinking tea on an empty stomach in the morning is not good for health, and he wanted to set a good example for his younger brothers.

Sankaiyue who was rejected was still smiling, watching Awataguchi's big family looking for them one after another like a chicken looking for a hen.

Fusangshen on the corridor gradually increased, and the knives lowered their voices to play flower cards. Ranto Shiro and Atsuto Shiro began to argue quietly over a flower card with a wisteria face, and the five tigers on one side retreated. A flower card stared blankly at the brothers speaking extremely fast to snatch the ownership of the card, with a blank expression.

Catfish tail dragged a big broom absently sweeping around in the courtyard, his eyes focused on his brother, and then on the window on the second floor of the castle tower, where there was no movement. The rain had just stopped, and the sand The stone floor has good drainage, and there is no wet texture after stepping on it. He put his chin against the handle of the broom, and suddenly stretched out his elbow quietly and poked the bone on the side with his head bowed carefully.

"Hey, bro, didn't you see the knee maruden?"

The taciturn Gu Gu ignored him at all, changed direction calmly and continued to scan.

There is nothing to sweep this kind of gravel ground, and after the rain without even dust, it is difficult for him to do it as seriously as a major event in life.

He didn't speak, and Cattail could tell the excitement of the two of them by himself: "But if it were me, I might not come here, no matter what the result is, he is the saddest one... Ah, Do you think the main hall will forge a mustache again in the future?"

Gu Gu remained silent, and patiently smoothed out the potholes. On the porch behind him, the battle between Ranto Shiro and Atsuto Shiro had already progressed to the point where Yizheng was the referee for the first round. Come over, eyes sparkling: "Brothers! If I were to become like that, you would—— ouch!"

The black-haired Wakizawa hugged his feet and jumped twice, his face distorted in pain, but the culprit who stepped on him still looked indifferent, turned around, and the big broom in his hand looked like Slapping the catfish tail's ass hard like a spinning top.

"Brother?!" Catfish looked incredulously at the silver-haired Wakizawa who suddenly turned his face and refused to recognize anyone. He raised the broom and whipped the catfish's tail gently.

"...Don't talk nonsense."

He finally uttered this sentence in a low voice.

Catfish patted his clothes indiscriminately, then smiled and approached Gu Gu with tools to talk to him, and then they heard the sound of unhurried footsteps on the stairs of the castle tower.

All the Fusangshen became quiet for a while, and the huge place suddenly became silent, and then someone suddenly started talking, everyone raised their voices and became lively, but their eyes glanced at the stairs. The scene has a taste of wanting to cover up.

Yao Yan walked downstairs with something in one hand and saw such a scene. The short knife's good hearing was enough for him to guess what happened just now, so he couldn't help but help his glasses on the bridge of his nose and smiled.

Ranto Shiro was the first one to run up, with orange-haired daggers and a more beautiful appearance than girls, holding a handful of cards painted with various flowers in his hand, he jumped in front of Yaoken lightly: "Yakuken Yao Yan, what does the main hall say?"

The Fusangshen stretched their ears.

Yaken put one hand in his pocket, and summarized Jingujiquan's answer in a few words: "The general means that we will not go to the Heian era during this period of time."

Ranto Shiro raised his hand and was about to cheer, but suddenly got stuck in the middle of the cheer, and opened his eyes wide: "During this time?"

Yao Yan looked at him helplessly: "Well, during this time."

"It's not easy to make a promise with the general's character, not to mention that there is Tsurumaru Temple over there, he will definitely look for it back."

Yao Yan let out a long sigh, and Sanriyue picked up the teapot and shook it: "Oh, it's gone."

Fu Sangshen, who was tall and tall, stood up, and walked slowly to the place he used to sit with his teapot in his hands: "In this case, it is useless to worry, the Lord will not do things that make people worry, let's talk about the rest later. "

Sanriyue really knew Jingongjiquan very well, and it was impossible for him to violate what he promised, provided that the guy named Shiraishi didn't intervene.

Each Honmaru has a mail delivery line. The large mailbox standing at the entrance of the Honmaru is made into a retro old wooden box. A small elbow-high door can be opened and closed to pick up items. When something comes, it is connected to the castle. The bell under the pavilion will ring, making a crisp and sweet chirp.

When the former god judge was around, she liked to buy things very much. It may be due to the nature of a girl. Buying small things to dress up Honmaru is one of her few pleasures. no stranger.

But after Jingujiquan took over, this is the first time that Honmaru has made such a voice.

Smiling Qingjiang tilted his head to examine the mailbox in front of him, and after looking at it for a while, he slowly reached out to open the door. In the empty box, lay a small package the size of a palm, which looked harmless to humans and animals.

Owaki Zai bent down and looked at the unknown thing carefully, but he didn't see the sender's name written on the package on the upward side, so he stabbed the thing with his own scabbard.

"Qingjiang Palace?"

Horikawa Kunihiro held a large washbasin in his arms, the clothes in it were piled full, and he seemed to be going to wash clothes on the way, and then he saw the door open and came over to take a look, and saw this Othaki who always acted unexpectedly Possessing a knife...er, stabbing a mailbox?

The black-haired Wakizawa who was blocked and didn't see anything in the mailbox hesitated for a moment, and kindly reminded: "Well... if there is no mail, even if you poke it, it will still be empty?"

Smiling face Qing Jiang's smiling face froze for a moment.

"Ah, that, I'm going to do the laundry first!" Sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Horikawa quickly retreated holding the basin.

Smiling Qing Jiang watched him run away, looked back at the things in the mailbox, and stroked his chin.

Hmm... Theoretically speaking, it must be sent to the owner, but who would know the owner and get his Honmaru mailing address?

I always feel that the visitor is not good.

Thinking of this, he drew the knife out of its sheath, used the tip of the knife to pick up the bundled rope on the package, and walked into Honmaru with a mysterious smile that had never changed for thousands of years.

"Package?" Yao Yan came out of the kitchen with a bowl of bone soup, and met Qing Jiang with a smile on his face. His gaze stopped for two seconds on the dangling package hanging in mid-air, and he adjusted his glasses: "I still have to take it." Go show it to the general, let's go together."

So Jingujiquan, who just woke up from a nap, was dug out from the bed by Yaken for nourishment, and in front of him was a package with unknown contents.

"Hmm... a bit bland." Jingujiquan commented after finishing a bowl of soup in one go.

The stewed soup's Yaoyan responded unceremoniously: "You can't eat too much now, so I didn't put any salt at all."

Jingujiquan pursed his mouth and stretched out his hand to unwrap the package, when suddenly a hand crossed in front of him.

With long blue hair covering one eye, Owaki Kazakhsaki knelt in front of him with one leg, with a faint doubt in his smile: "I don't know who sent it..."

Jingongjiquan smiled indifferently: "Don't be so vigilant..."

Smiling Qingjiang still insisted on blocking his hand to dismantle things: "In this case, why not let me do it?"

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and Jingong Jiquan was defeated: "OK, OK."

The package is very light, and the contents inside are also very small. Several layers of paper are carefully wrapped, and a layer of cotton cloth is placed inside. The snow-white cotton cloth wraps something, and it is wrapped with a thin red rope a few times at random. It was made of a cloth bag, revealing a clumsy and perfunctory manner.

Qingjiang complained in his heart that the person who packs things must be a person with extremely inflexible fingers, at least such hand skills can never make him happy... Ah, he is talking about completing a job After the sense of self-accomplishment Oh?

Fu Sangshen's fingers picked up the last layer of cotton cloth, and the three people present were all stunned.

Lying on the cotton cloth is a piece of metal that is one finger long and three fingers wide, polished into a childish tiger shape, like something that four or five-year-old children love to play with. There are many scratches and bumps on the silver surface. The year It should have been a while, the bright metallic color has become dull, but the handwriting engraved on it is still clear enough to sting people's eyes.

S[-].

Jingongjiquan's heart trembled violently, and he sat up subconsciously, staring at this thing in a daze.

He knows this thing, and he also has one, about the same size, in the shape of an ordinary to mass-produced cuboid, but the words engraved on it are A[-].

This is the "key" of Honmaru, which is controlled by the God-inspector, communicates with his spiritual power, and is the only token for entering and exiting Honmaru.

...his mother's, relic.

Jingujiquan's hands trembled a little. He took a deep breath before reaching out to pick up the cold thing. Without the wrapping of spiritual power, this piece of metal really turned into a piece of cold inorganic metal.

After picking up the thing, he found that there was a half-folded note under it, and the note was also crookedly folded. When Jingongjiquan opened it, the scrawled writing on it seemed to break free from the paper and take off in place.

"I applied for a warrant for you, and here is the key."

There was no beginning or end of a sentence, and there was no signature, but Jingongjiquan quickly reacted.

The meeting with Shiraishi was not pleasant last time, but he still didn't forget to help him apply for a permit to visit that Honmaru.

Jingongjiquan stared at this childish tiger key and paused for a long time before holding it tightly in his hand.

He knew that Baishi had too many doubts to be trusted, but this was the only thing he couldn't refuse no matter what.

"Yaoyan..." As soon as he said that, the dagger at the side shook his head, "General, my opinion is the same as yesterday, you'd better not go out."

Jingujiquan's face darkened, and the black-haired dagger continued, "But I don't think you will accept the doctor's advice of resting in your heart, so please take me with you."

In fact, it is not only medicine research, but by the time of departure, Jingujiquan has already gathered a team of troops. The short sword Wakizashi fights the sword and the big sword, which is almost suitable for the whole map combat mode. Touching and funny.

California Qingguang stood in the crowd of people seeing him off with a gloomy expression. He proposed an exchange to Yamato Shou'an for the tenth time, and was rejected for the same reason for the tenth time: "I gave it to you when I got the lottery last time. This time no."

Qingguang retorted: "But it's time to play games!"

An Ding raised her finger against Qingguang's forehead: "Games count! You can't always be lucky!"

Qing Guang pouted: "Stingy."

An Ding sneered: "Unlucky ghosts who can't draw a lottery have no right to speak."

The unlucky ghosts who didn't get any lottery: "..."

Jingujiquan pinched the piece of metal that had lost most of its utility and could only be used as a temporary key in his hand for a while, then pressed the palm of his hand on the key of the time converter: "Then, let's go."

The golden light soaring into the sky rose from the ground, and soon dissipated slowly. The fusangshen who stayed in place raised their heads, and someone who hesitated said: "That... If I read correctly, it seems that there is someone The direction... is different from the others?"

Everyone stood there blankly, thinking desperately, no matter who that unlucky guy is, it must not be the main hall!

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Kabukicho Ichibangai in the Edo period was definitely a place full of people even in the time when the heavens and the people were rampant and the politics were dark. Not to mention, today is the day when the new oiran Taifu travels, and all the places are his own. The geisha presented the most gorgeous jewelry, expecting them to soar into the sky with the joy of the new oiran.

Not to mention, the oiran parading the streets today is a real geisha whom I haven't seen in many years.

A man who is both talented in sex and art, arrogant and elegant.