save the judge

Jingujiquan was sitting alone on the sofa, in front of a wide window, the shadows of the trees were dancing outside the window, and the speckled sunlight fell through the leaves and forest tops, reflecting a beautiful golden halo on the window glass.

A communicator was thrown beside him, the low battery signal blinked, and there were more than a dozen missed communications on the screen, all of which were the same number.

Jingujiquan buried his face deeply between his hands.

There was another flash on the screen, maybe it was because he found that he couldn't get through the phone, and the person didn't bother, and sent a text message directly.

"Master Quan, you need to preside over your mother's funeral. Please give us your address, and we will pick you up."

Jingujiquan didn't read the text message, nor did he intend to reply.

Not long after he woke up, Yuzhuta called and told him that just now, Mrs. Jinguji, who had been sleeping for more than ten years, suddenly stopped breathing. The rescue failed and she was confirmed dead.

This situation should not have happened. His child paid the price of his life in exchange for her survival, and Jingujiquan has always insisted on using supernatural powers to continue her life. Unless he dies, she can always do this. survive.

But because of his boring curiosity, arrogance, and indifference to everything...

Although the time of the power to go berserk is only a few moments, the connection between the two has been completely disconnected, the soul that should have passed away long ago lost its restraint, and returned to the fate that should have been embraced many years ago without hesitation.

His "mother" left.

Jingujiquan covered his heart in a daze.

He knew very well that that was not his real mother, it was just a deal, he used this body to live, and the original owner entrusted his mother's life to him... This was just a fair deal, before When he visited that woman in the hospital, he had no extra emotion at all.

Why is he so sad, it seems that when he thinks of this sentence, his whole body is about to collapse in pain, and the fragmented memory is whining.

Jingujiquan thought, does this have something to do with his real mother?What kind of person is his mother?

He doesn't remember anything. The memory before the age of 12 is the vast snow, which covers the whole world.

But he remembered what "Jingujiquan"'s mother was like.

It was an indelible trace left in the child's memory, and it was inherited by him, a foreigner, like an inheritance.

The woman who has been sleeping for many years has very beautiful long hair, like expensive satin, straight down to her waist, long and straight, soft and smooth, black and can reflect the gentle light.

She is a very gentle person, she likes to take the little Jinguji to buy vegetables, and buys him a bottle of mango milk every time she goes out.

Fresh fruit is very expensive in this country. The situation of the Jinguji family is not well-off.The two of them walked a long way to go shopping in the earlier market, and the vegetables they bought were much cheaper than those in the supermarket.

The young mother likes to grow flowers, and the window sill is full of flowers she planted, most of which are rare and famous products. These are her collections when she lived in the family, and they are also the most expensive dowry when she gets married. There is no onmyoji Talented, but also a daughter, her marriage was not valued by her relatives, but simply disappeared from the family tree.

She always takes care of these flowers and plants carefully, while telling the children what she has seen. She will wrap her long hair in a soft cotton cloth, and when it grows a little longer, she will cut it off and donate it to the sick. sick children.

In order to save money, Jinguji always does the job of cutting hair. The little child held the scissors and cried loudly, unwilling to cut off his mother's hair. Although he is young, he also knows what looks good.

The gentle woman would pick him up with a smile, put him on her lap, tell him stories, sing songs, and then touch his head: "It was Quan's father who did things like this before, but now that Quan is growing up Now, leave it to Quan."

The child still had an inexplicable longing for his father in his heart, so he nodded in confusion. The child was not strong enough, and he cut it crookedly according to his mother's instructions. One piece was high and the other was low, as if being chewed by a dog. The woman didn't mind. The cut hair is tied up with a rope and packed in an envelope, and an elaborate dried flower is also placed inside.

"Next time, Quan can cut it nicely."

She put her forehead against her son's and said with a smile.

The child who had just completed a major event nodded seriously, and vowed to cut it nicely next time.

So they waited for the short hair to grow again, took a bottle of mango milk every day, went shopping hand in hand in the morning, and watered the freshly bloomed flowers together. Slowly growing to the shoulder blades, Jinguji also passed his sixth birthday.

Then one day, the scarlet sword fell, and without even a cry, everything roared to dust.

As an ordinary person, the mother fell into the ruins with her young child in her arms, and ended her short life without any more painful struggles. However, under the violent impact, the child who had awakened the supernatural ability was still clung to mother's hand.

As long as you pay the price, you can get your mother's words back...

The confused child thought in his heart, no matter what, he wanted his mother to hug me again.

The ghost who happened to pass by lowered his head, passed through the staggered time and space, and looked into his black eyes.

The child who was seriously injured and struggling on the verge of death obviously didn't have enough perseverance to hold on, so the soul that also held out his hand with obsession.

If I could let your mother live and bear this pain and sorrow for you, would you give me your body?

I can.

The broken soul from this small body looked up blankly at the big brother in front of him, tears filled his eyes at some point.

"I haven't cut my mother's hair yet... Will you, will you cut my mother's hair?"

The crying of the soul is silent, they can't even shed tears, and the moment they leave the eye sockets, they become gas.

The older soul looked pitiful, but he said nothing.

The little soul cried like this, disappeared into the world, and went to the next reincarnation.

It's really bad... He clearly promised to let her live.

Jingujiquan took a deep breath, the door behind him slammed lightly, and his light steps landed silently, stopping behind him.

He didn't look back, and the visitor just stood quietly behind him.

This kind of silence is like a river in the quiet night, flowing gently and silently under the moonlight, sinking under the river with all the recurring thoughts, and sleeping with the eternal moonlight.

"Is the mission still going well?"

It was Jinguji who spoke first. He fumbled to hold the communicator in his hand, and asked while looking through the messages inside, calmly as if nothing had happened.

Mustache lowered his eyes, looked at the top of the young man sitting there with his head down, and answered the irrelevant question: "Is the Patriarch crying?"

Jingongjiquan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and turned to look at him: "Who told you nonsense? It's illegal to spread rumors."

Mustache has an innocent look on his face, his amber-gold eyes are slightly wide open, and his slightly curly blond hair sticks to his ears. It is as gentle as the richest and sweetest honey in the sun, that thick and luxurious Even Jingu Temple couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"But the Patriarch looks like he's about to cry." Tai Dao's voice was light and sweet, not as charming as a sharp sword would have.

He still smiled casually when he said such piercing words.

Jingongjiquan was startled, touched his face, and asked with some pretended hesitation: "I... am I so sad?"

Mustache stopped talking, just smiled at him.

Jingongjiquan waved his hand and smiled: "Compared to this, have you seen your brother? I don't even know, he actually... actually..."

He tried his best to find an appropriate adjective, and Mustache continued quite naturally: "Your brother is very cute, the master should not bully him."

He said don't bully him, but the tone is clearly "it's interesting to bully, so let's come along with the head of the family."

It was also the first time for Jingujiquan to see such an older brother, and his expression was twisted strangely for a second.

The notification that the communicator was low on battery rang again.

Jingujiquan looked down at the communicator, and the message was still on the screen.

"Let's go, follow me to the Imperial Pillar Tower."

Although he only said this to Mustache, he followed up with a large group of fusangshen in the end.

Unsurprisingly, no one could see them, and after Hidekiri exhausted the spiritual power injected by Jingujiquan, he became the same as them.

To outsiders, there was only one person, but Jingujiquan, who was actually leading a large army, stopped for a while under the Imperial Pillar Pagoda, frowning and wondering what he was thinking, and then he was stared at by a golden rabbit at the door.

"Master Quan, please come this way."

Someone was leading the way, and Jinguji Quan was deprived of the time to be in a daze, so he had to follow. This time, only Yaoyan and Jiang Xue followed him. I don’t know how they discussed it, and Jingongji didn’t care about it.

What he didn't know was that as soon as he left the sight of the Fusangshen, Mustache was surrounded by groups.

In any case, you must ask what the main hall has experienced here, and why the main hall is here. Is this the reason why the god judge can't wake up?I always feel that mustache must know something, anyway, he is an old sword in the Heian period, who would believe him if he was stupid and sweet!No matter how much you pretend to look like them, you won't be fooled!

Both Yaoyan and Jiang Xue have quiet and steady personalities, and they followed Jingongjiquan without saying a word, just pretending to be two shadows.

Under the guidance of the golden rabbit, Jingujiquan walked into the room alone.

On the sofa beside the hospital bed, the golden king with white beard and hair was sitting quietly.

"uncle."

The door behind him was closed, and Jingujiquan looked down at the old man expressionlessly.

"Your mother was my only niece, and probably shouldn't say that, but I'm relieved she's gone."

The old man's deep voice echoed in the room.

The woman on the hospital bed was still the same as before, silent, she seemed to be like this before and after death, after so many years, her life had solidified into dry amber.

Jingujiquan walked to the hospital bed, and those instruments had been removed, making the bed seem very spacious.He bent down and tidied her somewhat messy hair. The sleeping woman seemed to have stopped even her bodily functions. He regretted to find that her hair was still only a little below the shoulder blades.

Letting go of the hand that measured the length of the hair, he stared at the old man not far away: "You shouldn't say such things in front of her children."

Guochang Lu Dajue examined the child, since the woman on the bed died, he was his only relative.

In his opinion, this fact has been established more than ten years ago, but the child has been unwilling to admit it.

"Her existence is just your illusion, and you know it best." The old man's way of speaking was full of affirmation, which was a habit developed from years of grasping power.

"She's been lying here for more than ten years, she has no sense of being alive, she can't talk to you, and she doesn't have any perception. Being left behind by this era and her children, for her, this is not alive."

Jingujiquan seemed to be deeply offended, and his dull and gloomy eyes burst into fiery fire: "Do you want to say that I want to keep her selfishly?! That is to live, as long as it is alive, it is good , no matter what method is used!"

His reaction was really intense, and what he said was also very strange. The old man's furrowed face became cold and serious: "Who taught you such an idea?"