Your Majesty, it's done!

Gai Qingguang looked at the back of Higakiri leaving, and said: "It really is what he said."

"That's right." He turned his head to look at Sanri Yuezong and said, "Do you need me to stay here? Otherwise, I just went back to my room."

"We need to give this lord a good impression!"

Sanri Yuezong smiled and asked to stay. .

Hearing this, California Qingguang was persuaded, hesitantly said: "Okay."

All the swords heard the conversation between Mikazuki Zongjin and California Qingguang, and the few with a better temper stopped and prepared to leave, and looked at the man not far away.

The man in a black robe looked very tall, with a broad chest, and he was imposing just by looking.

As if aware of their gazes, the judge raised his feet and walked over here.

As the distance got closer, the swordsmen finally saw the face of their future god judge clearly.

With deep browbones, long and narrow eyes, and dark pupils, they walked with the majesty of a superior. When they walked in front of them, they found that the other party was unexpectedly half a head taller than themselves.

"...(?_?)" California Qingguang had a strange expression.

Sanri Yuezong looked at Yingzheng closely without changing his face, without the slightest complexion of being short of height and having to look up at others. Even if there was him, it was hidden in his heart, not as obvious as Qingguang's expression.

"Master Zheng, are you going to the Honmaru Center?" He asked.

Of course Ying Zheng didn't know the uproar he caused among the swordsmen when he came over.

One of the characteristics of the old Qin people is tall.

Thousands of years ago, when all the ancients in the world were below 1 meters, only the ancients of that generation had the courage to exceed 1 meters.

As for looking down?

This is a common occurrence, and Ying Zheng said that his height is considered tall among the old Qin people.

Hearing what the man in kimono said, he nodded, "Go."

"Are you also a sword?" He turned his head and asked.

Mikazuki Zongjin smiled gently: "Mikazuki Zongjin, well, as one of the five swords under heaven, it is said to be the most beautiful. It was born at the end of the eleventh century. In other words, it is an old grandfather. Hahaha"

"Heian-kyo era?" Ying Zheng paused when he heard this.

Ying Zheng was in front, and the swords followed him and started walking towards the Honmaru center, where many of their injured brothers were healing.

Sanri Yue Zongjin and California Qingguang are the two closest knives to Yingzheng.

Seeing Ying Zheng stopped.

Mikazuki Zongjin explained: "Heian-kyo is a long way from now."

"Really?" Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows.

Then he turned his head and glanced at Sanri Yue Zongjin who was talking. There was no trace on his face, his hair was black, and he looked like a young man in his twenties.

He thought of the information about the swords that Wang Yue handed to him in the handbook.

Pay the gods?

There was a thoughtful flash in his eyes.

Hearing Sanri Yue Zongjin's words, Ying Zheng just nodded his head with calm eyes, and he didn't say that his age was actually older than all the swords and swords present combined.

Then he started moving.

The corridor of Honmaru is very long, and a group of people surrounded Ying Zheng and walked to the depths of Honmaru, looking around, the disadvantages of Honmaru without a god judge were vividly reflected.All I could see was yellow withered grass. When I passed by the lake, there were withered yellow leaves on the lake, and the water gave off an unpleasant smell. It was obviously stagnant water.

When he arrived at the door, Mustache was already standing at the door with his sword in his arms, eyes closed and rested.

Hearing their footsteps, he opened his eyes.

Looking in the direction of Ying Zheng, he nodded: "Master Zheng."

"Would you like to go in and have a look?"

"..." Ying Zheng raised his foot and walked to the door. The mustache at the door got out of the way and went in smoothly. He watched Ying Zheng's back gradually move away. For some reason, he always felt that the judge was too weird up.

As a saber enshrined in the Genji era, he seemed to smell a trace of blood from the man, but when he smelled it again, it was gone.

Just at that moment, his back was soaked in cold sweat!

His eyes moved away like an electric shock.

The center of the Honmaru is in the deepest part of the Honmaru, where all the important facilities of the Honmaru are located.

Including some pools for repairing swords and furnaces for making swords, some shelves with guards are also placed.

The innermost part through these is the place where the knife account and the Honmaru center are placed.

When they got here, the swordsmen stopped in unison. They looked at the black jade representing the center of the Honmaru, and their eyes became complicated. The center of the Honmaru was white jade in memory.

Only the fallen Honmaru will turn black.

Undoubtedly, this reminds them of the fact that they are already secretly falling into Honmaru.

Ying Zheng took a step forward, raised his hand and placed it on top of the jade. In the next second, dark and cold spiritual power filled the entire jade and slowly floated in the main pill.

All the swords present felt this power.

how to say.

It doesn't feel like a living person.

This kind of spiritual power is indeed very powerful, however, they did not feel the vitality of normal spiritual power from it.

Just a feeling of bleakness and emptiness.

Sanri Yuezong looked at Yingzheng thoughtfully.

Ying Zheng retracted his head on the jade, closed his eyes, and a four-dimensional image of the entire Honmaru appeared in his mind. Everything in Honmaru could not escape his eyes, including the sword that was injured in the pool repaired in front.

Many of those swords were unconscious, turning into bodies and sinking to the bottom of the pool.

He raised his head and looked at the swords with cold eyes in front of him.

These should be the survivors of Honmaru.

"The contract has been reached." Ying Zheng fumbled his hands and said, "Everyone can wait for me in the lobby. I will think about explaining everything in the evening."

"As for the mausoleum fragments—"

He raised his head and looked at the unknown stone that shimmered in mid-air not far away.

It is precisely because the fragments of the tomb are here that the swords can barely hold their breath.

Under the tense eyes of all the swords, Ying Zheng said calmly, "I won't put it away until the space-time government sends people here."

Didn't say no to accept, just accept after someone takes over.

All the swords breathed a sigh of relief.

"See you tonight, Lord God Judge." The swords thanked in a low voice, and some swords even saluted. For some reason, they didn't dare to speak loudly in front of the new God Judge.

After hearing that Ying Zheng would not take back the fragments of the mausoleum, Mustache felt relieved, and after saluting respectfully, he did not stay any longer.

He turned his head and walked to the place where the pool was repaired.

There were a lot of wounded swords in the repair pool, and many of them were caused by the attitude of the previous judge.

Some short knives with low attack power can't even reach the pool, because they can't come back when they go to the battlefield.

The repair pool is full of knives with powerful attacks but no way to repair them.

It took a lot of effort from the group of people to protect the five tigers in the pill.

Hidekiri came to the side of the pond with a cold face, thoughts flashed through his mind, and then he stopped thinking about it, but looked down at the unconscious Kemaru, because of the mausoleum fragments, Kemaru compared to the beginning It's much better, at least the main body doesn't look like it's about to fall apart.

He lowered his head and saw the body of the knee ball in the pool, and reconfirmed that it was better than the first one.

Hikakiri let out a sigh of relief.

But soon his eyes became complicated again.

The new lord is indeed powerful in spiritual power. When the spiritual power permeated the main pill, he already felt the chilling atmosphere, oppressive and cold, like the darkness in the tomb.

What's more, when he left, he was sure that he could smell the horrible smell of blood. Even if there was only a wisp, he still felt the despair inside.

Thinking of the scene where they made rude remarks when they met for the first time, Mustache couldn't help being afraid of himself, and there was some hesitation in his heart about the evening meeting.

The matter is definitely not as simple as California Qingguang and the others said, and the inquisitor was not as calm and harmless as he showed.

It was more like something suppressed the bloody smell.

That kind of bloody smell is so strong that killing a few people is not enough.

After a long time, when the sky outside was already dark, Mustache came out of his thoughts, raised his head to look at the sky, guessed that the time said by the spiritual examiner was about the same, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Before leaving, he glanced at his brother who was still unconscious.

Withdrawing his gaze, he opened the door, walked out, and closed the door.

After that is a long corridor.

At the end of the corridor is Honmaru's lobby, where Honmaru's meeting will be held tonight.

"Huh? Is everyone here?" Pushing open the door in front of him, Higakiri was a little surprised. Inside the door, almost all the swords of Honmaru had arrived. Turning his head to look at the sky, he confirmed that he was not late.

He turned his head back, looking at Sanri Yue Zongjin with a fan in his hand and a calm expression on his face.

"Everyone is here?"

"Everyone doesn't know what to do next." Mikazuki Zongjin spoke for Daojian present.

The Honmaru, which he relies on for survival, has changed owners, and it is understandable for the swordsmen to be panicked.

Hearing this, Tochiki closed the door, came to Mikazuki Zongjin's side, and said, "You are all waiting? What if the lord hates us?"

"A high-ranking adult—" Mikazuki Zongjin looked at Higakiri and asked calmly: "Do you think he will have any plans?"

"If the entire space-time government respects him so much, what does he want Honmaru?"

This sentence is very realistic.

This is exactly the doubt in Mustache’s heart. There is no doubt that this time their God-inspector is so mysterious that they can’t even see the tip of the iceberg clearly. The only certainty is that the origin of the other party is definitely not Small.

The Yuejun's status is definitely not low.

There was silence for a moment.

Mustache said: "So we hit the big luck?" His handsome face is full of complexities.

Especially for their second-hand knives.

Sanri Yuezong heard his words, and after a while, he said: "Whether it is really what we think, we will know in a while."

All the swords did not speak for a while.

The hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone was waiting for the arrival of the judge.

The author has something to say: Is it lucky, I will read it later.

If there is no pay, there will be no return, and there will be no pie in the world.

At least there is no world in Shanniang's works.