Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

"Of course I don't dare." Diarmuid lowered his eyes and chuckled, raised his spear to block Nuliang Huapiao, "I'm really sorry, Your Majesty is more willful."

Kyogokuhiko snorted and pretended not to hear his teasing.

Nuliang Huapiao laughed a few times, and said, "Hyakumonogatari group is not easy to deal with." He could feel that Kyogokuhiko was strong, but was he strong enough to completely deal with the leader of Hyakumonogatari group, Yamamoto? Gorozaemon, he has no background.

After all, when he was still a human being, he caused the Nuliang group a headache for a while, and it took him a long time to turn into a monster. It took the Nuliang group to run around for more than half a year before it was basically cleaned up, not to mention the buildings and streets destroyed by him, as well as the people who died directly and indirectly.

Instead of repeating the catastrophe of a hundred years ago, it is better to nip the signs in the bud.

On one side is the big monster of the Nuliang group, and on the other side there are only Kyogokuhiko and Kyogokuhiko, but Kyogokuhiko has no sense of being in a weak position, or he has never felt that he is in a weak position, so he just spread his hands and said: "I'm not that weak." He said and nodded to the trembling dignitaries hiding behind the screen, "The strange talk is so enjoyable, but so timid, isn't Mr. Ye a good dragon? The nobles of Edo are really disappointing." .”

Nuliang Huapiao didn't look back, just raised his hand to let the monsters under him stop the monsters of the Baimonuga group who were rushing towards the guests, and said with a smile: "If it weren't for them, there would be no room for us to survive in the world."

Monsters born in darkness, the longer the dark night in this world, the greater the carnival it enjoys.

Jing Jiyan clapped his palms, and asked again: "If one day there is no night in this world, what will you do?"

"It's really a tricky question." Nuliang Huapiao scratched his head and said, "The future will definitely be an era where monsters cannot survive. This is the meaning of the existence of the Nuliang Group."

After all, this world is the world of human beings. Even a monster as powerful as him can only think about how to win a place for monsters to survive in an increasingly severe future.

Jing Jiyan laughed: "You are a benevolent king!"

In contrast, if he was in a different place, he probably didn't bother to care about monsters and humans at all, and just let his own temper do what he wanted—it was not much different from his previous life.

"Now it's the world of young people." Nuliang Huapiao waved his hands, and stared at the monster in the flames with a serious expression, "He is a very, very haunting monster."

"Really?" Kyogokuhiko propped his chin and watched as the monster kept hunting for his own body parts in the hall, and pieced together a fat and ugly man. "Then do you still remember the story I told?"

There were grunts in the man's throat, and Yanagida's weak cry over and over again in his stomach: "Master Yamamoto... Master Yamamoto..."

"Yes, I've been resurrected." The man touched his stomach, showing a sticky smile, his big hand dipped into his stomach a little bit, and pulled out a small piece of meat, "You can go with peace of mind, Liu Tian."

After receiving his order, the meat ball seemed to be relieved, and finally said, "Master Yamamoto, please take care." It slowly melted into his hands, and the position of the man's ears moved, giving birth to a pair of earlobes. big ears.

"I'm resurrected... I crawled out of hell..." the man muttered to himself, "There is still one last thing left, the last thing, come back quickly, my heart..."

"Yamamoto Goro Zaemon..." Nuliang Huapiao subconsciously put his hand on the knife at his waist, and before the knife was out of its sheath, he saw a sparrow gold light fur in front of him.

"Do you still remember the story I told?" Jing Jiyan looked back at him with a smile, his brows and eyes were indescribably wicked, "The cycle of karma and retribution is not good."

A long sword was shot from nowhere at high speed, with a strong and disturbing aura, Nuliang Huapiao didn't care to listen to Kyogokuhiko's words, and said solemnly: "Stop that sword, it's Yamamoto's!" heart!"

This magic sword named Demon King's Little Hammer has killed countless monsters in the hundreds of years since the Hundred Monogatari group disappeared, and how much power it contains. If the heart returns to its place, Yamamoto may become an unimaginably powerful sword. monster.

"You brought it here?" Kyogokuhiko looked at Diarmuid who had been standing aside with a smile, provoking a few monsters from time to time to help Yamamoto recover quickly.

"I saw it when I came here." Diarmuid tilted his head, smiling harmlessly, "Don't you think it's very interesting, it's just a sword, but it has the breath of life." I want to study it so I took it out by accident, and even fought a little with the monster guarding the sword.

"I think you are very interesting." Kyogokuhiko said, "Generally speaking, when you encounter such a filthy thing, you should want to destroy it completely."

Diarmuid still laughed, "It's not a good thing to add brain supplements without authorization."

Kyogokuhiko squinted at him, the young man's eyes looked clear and harmless, just like back then, no matter how dark the tide was, they were so clean that there was no dust.

Worth mentioning.He sighed secretly, and said: "If you touch this kind of thing in the future, remember to wash your hands before touching me, it's very dirty."

Between words, this matter was wiped away.

Diarmuid blinked, lowered his head and replied, "Don't worry."

At this time, the magic sword named Demon King's Little Hammer had pierced into Yamamoto's heart.

The "heart" returns.

"Once upon a time there was a demon, whose name was... Demon King Yamamoto Gorozaemon!" Yamamoto laughed and told a story like a ghost story. His fat palm passed through the flames, and the white flames flickered a few times. Extinguish, "Yamamoto Goro Zaemon, is a monster who can become a Buddha while alive, a monster that is unparalleled in the world!"

His figure, which was already far beyond ordinary people, began to swell, his face twisted left and right and turned into an extremely ugly monster, his figure soared enough to penetrate the roof, sharp claws sprouted from his fingertips, and his sharp laughter echoed in the river night sky.

"I am the big monster who is destined to become a Buddha——AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

He didn't continue his words, as if something was swimming under his skin, causing him to stop the process of swelling painfully, maintaining a level that was neither human nor demon, with a ferocious face opening his mouth wide and let out a mournful roar.

The strong demonic aura spread everywhere, and even many ordinary human dignitaries who were hiding had trouble breathing. Zi swollen faces struggled and crawled around, but they couldn't utter a word from their throats.

"This is..." Nuliang Huapiao took back the steps he was about to take, and carefully stood not far from Yamamoto to observe the enemy's situation. His hundred ghosts surrounded him, making a tense posture of preparation for battle.

But at this time, Jing Jiyan yawned lazily, and he was about to turn his head and leave this place as he folded up his bird gold fur. The patterns like eyes were just on the ankles, reflecting the ever-changing patterns with his steps. of brilliance.

Of course Nuliang Huapiao saw him leaving, but worried that Yamamoto would not be able to get away, and was about to stop him when he heard Diarmuid first: "Aren't you going to see the end?"

"The so-called cycle of karma, retribution is not good." Kyogokuhiko said indifferently without turning his head, "The end of the self-defeating person is really worthless to watch."

From the time he told that strange story, the ending of Yamamoto Goro Zaemon was already doomed.

The raging fire started to ignite from Yamamoto's heart. Milky white flames, like holy light, spewed out from the place where the devil's hammer drilled in. Through the flames, what came into everyone's eyes were distorted and howling faces Kong, or the weeping of human beings before death, or the curse of demons before they dissipated, all condensed in the flames and attached to the mountain itself, venting all the resentment that cannot be reincarnated.

"I hate it! I hate it!"

"Kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"why why!"

Why? !They are just ordinary working people, they are just little monsters trying to live in the cracks, why do they have to suffer such pain? !Why are they dead? !Why!Why!

Not reconciled...not even reconciled to death...so it turned into resentment and remained, floating in hell, day after day, year after year, cursing the culprit who put them in such a pathetic situation, but there was nothing they could do cursed.

Until one day, a hoarse laugh came from the top of the head, "karma cycle, retribution is not good." So following that voice, he climbed out from the deepest part of hell, turned into a vengeful fire that could burn everything, and threw himself at the enemy. On the body, one mouthful, one mouthful, tore off the stinky but delicious flesh and blood, and burned the soul that was so dirty that even hell would disgust it.

He was screaming... just like they were before they died, screaming helplessly and desperately, struggling to find a way out, how happy, revenge is like a sweet spring, a little bit silent Cleansed the heart full of hatred and could not be freed.

This time, Yamamoto was not even given the chance to climb into hell. His body was burned to ashes by the fire, and his gray-black soul was pulled out. The resentful soul couldn't wait to tear it into pieces, and the flames burned them into wisps of blue smoke. .

——Just like the flame of a joss stick in front of a grave, a wisp of green smoke ignited, leading straight to the sky.

The last smear of ashes fluttered to the ground, who would have thought that in just a split second, like a rabbit rising and falling, only a small handful of ashes remained for the demon that was so dreadful just now.

Ah no, there are still dots of flames continuing on the ashes, and after the feeble wailing, even the ashes are gone.

Kyogokuhiko had disappeared, and Nuliang Huapiao jumped to the roof to look into the distance, only to see the golden fur in the distance flashing a bewitching brilliance under the moonlight, flickering for a moment, and there was no one on the broad avenue.

The moonlight shimmered like water, and it was like a thrilling night in a trance, just an absurd dream.

Kyogokuhiko didn't know that there was a ghost painter named Kyogoku Ichiro in this banquet, and he went back and drew a thick and colorful fine brushwork painting. In the painting, the evil ghost's eyes are like blood and his fangs are outflanking, and his whole body is dyed bright red. Everything is so gorgeous that it makes people dizzy, as if entering a strange world, except for the lower left corner, which is only black and white, hastily outlined a tall and tall figure.

A lifetime of skill was spent on those few brushstrokes, and countless scrolls were wasted, to barely draw out a shadow that has faded from memory to the point where only grace is left.

I can't draw the appearance, and I can't draw the strength of character. I can only use the simplest colors to describe the simple human figure, which is used to describe the unforgettable strange talk banquet.

Afterwards, it was carefully collected and handed down to later generations, and in the hands of his great-great-grandson, a man named Kyogokuyu, facing the picture scroll, wrote his famous work "Endless Hundred Stories" with a brush.

In the story, there is a strange big monster who wears a bird-gold light fur, has long and narrow eyes with rouge and red, and says "I" in his mouth, and flashes like smoke. His name is——

"Yan".