【Light Cut】Playing hard to get

Onikiri hurried back to Heian-kyo, and asked Seimei for help to come to the conclusion that Laikou's "weak body, weak demon power, entering the ghost realm for the first time, and unacceptable water and soil" caused the lingering high fever, and the solution is simple: "Drink more hot water and drink more water." Sleep, less oily meat, less cold."

But Guiqie cares about it, and he is at a loss. He always feels that Seimei underestimated Laikou's illness, or concealed something from himself, so he returned to Heianjing over and over again, split the barrier in the middle of the night, and broke into Seimei's The courtyard shook Qingming, who was having a sweet dream, out of the bed, and the old and sleepy Onmyoji finally couldn't bear it anymore and sternly said to him, "Onikiri, I told you to be careful with him, but you can't be too careful. Then The child is not only good at enduring pain, but also cares about what you think of him, he hopes to become a samurai worthy of the famous sword 'Onikiri'. If you only treat him as a fragile plaything, he will be resented instead."

The big demon lowered his head resentfully, but the onmyoji stuffed a thick note with his backhand, and wrote: "According to the situation". "I wrote it. Bring it to Raimitsu. In addition, you go back to Minamoto's house and bring Minamoto Raimitsu's posthumous work with you. If you're interested, it's up to you, if you're not interested... just burn it as waste paper, I didn't write it anyway."

Onikiri: "Oh."

Laiguang showed extraordinary joy for getting the "book", which was unexpected.He read the notes of his predecessors without sleep and food, and even had to read two pages while eating, which made the big demon who had his master's attention taken away by a few pieces of paper written on it quite sour.

But Onikiri would never sit still, he seized the opportunity to take the job of feeding the little master, and sternly defended himself: "In this way, Raikou can concentrate on reading without having to be distracted by the dishes. He snatched the book from the little master's hand when he was leaning on the pillow, rubbing his eyes and nodding his head, and said sincerely before Lai Guang was upset: "Master, close your eyes, I will read to you."

He used such an opportunistic method to compete with the "book" for the possession of his master, and finally one night Lai Guang laughed out loud, curled up beside him and lazily said: "My knife, you mispronounced many words, Is Lai Guanggong's handwriting so difficult to read? I've been waiting for so many days, but you haven't read it completely right once...Little stupid dog, Chixue."

The little boy wrapped his arms around Onikiri's waist, and dragged the red-coloured demon into the bed. He blew on the notes in the demon's hand, and the thin sheets of paper slipped out of Onikiri's fingers. In the middle of the day, he flew into the air like a butterfly and landed leisurely on the desk in the corner of the room. "The so-called yin and yang art is not as difficult as I imagined. Those apprentices who asked for advice at Yuan's house, did it take so long?" Lai Guang hugged Holding Onikiri's arm, his bare toes touched his leg, as if embracing a knife, the little boy pressed his cheek tightly against Onikiri's skin, and said softly before falling into a dream : "Good night, my love knife."

Onikiri hadn't had time to marvel at the young master's talent in the field of Onmyoji, but the call of "love sword" hit his heart directly, and he didn't close his eyes all night.

The next day, Laiguang was extremely dissatisfied and pressed him on the bed with big dark circles under his eyes. After thinking about it for a while, he sat on the side of the bed and read a book about his knife.

Raikou does not have a photographic memory for everything, but as far as Minamoto Raimitsu's posthumous works are concerned, he can memorize them backwards after just reading them once.In addition, Minamoto's old works are by no means full of pictures and texts, but are extremely concise and concise. Ordinary people who spend ten years in life are like reading a book without words, but Raikou can see the subtleties of the work.Not only was the little boy able to easily decipher many ciphertexts of Raimitsu Minamoto, but he also had a clear plan after reviewing the entire text: he decided to start examining the value of the legacy of "Raimitsu" one by one.

On this day, probably because Raimitsu made too much noise, Shuten and Ibaraki, who hadn't seen each other for many months, rushed over to hear the sound, and what they saw was this scene: Minamoto Raimitsu's former Yuling Guibing Department had two legs and four hands, Wearing a mysterious armor, standing majestically under the clear sky and blue sun, like a giant from an ancient battlefield, the cold breath is like a knife, and the empty shell of the unconscious is filled with the sincerity and cruelty of being loyal to the Lord.It used its eyeless eyes hidden behind layers of masks to look down at Shuten and Ibaraki, throwing all the haze and coercion in its body, as if it would come out with all four hands in the next instant, with all blades coming out, accompanied by Minamoto Raimitsu ordered coldly: "Hundred ghosts and monsters, kill them all! For the glory of Genji!"

The ghost king and ghost general of Dajiangshan immediately had the idea of ​​"that kid is indeed Minamoto Raimitsu! If you can't keep it, kill him!" From the back, "swish" out from the back - four hoes.

Then the Guibingbu simply turned around, turned its back on the two big monsters, and hoed the ground.

With four hands and four hoes, the ground was hoed.

"Boom boom boom boom boom!" "Bang boom boom!" "Rumble boom boom!"

—— Zeng wields a knife and shoots an arrow with all four hands, and the sound can be described as soaring into the sky. No wonder you could hear the movement here in the Ghost Throne before.

However, more important than the silence is——

Jiu Tun: "...Is this uncle still drunk? Hey, Ibaraki, give me a punch."

Ibaraki: "...No, my best friend, I also suspect that I am drunk, so my best friend should give me a punch."

Shuten took a deep breath and held his forehead.As keen as a ghost, the king probably guessed the ins and outs surrounding the ghost army department, but the development is too mysterious... "Uncle Jiuten, Uncle Ibaraki."

The immature child's voice suddenly sounded from behind, and the two big monsters immediately felt their scalps go numb, but they still had to maintain the face of the ghost king and the ghost general, and established their own majesty with a cold and ruthless expression—"Ugh." Establish majesty The failure was due to Shuten and Ibaraki biting their own tongues one after another. The two demons stared dumbfounded at the little boy holding Onikiri's fingertips, while Onikiri was holding a bamboo basket full of sweet potatoes with one hand. They were walking towards them, and behind the little boy and Onikiri were the demon soldiers that Minamoto Raimitsu had commanded in the past—"Thunderbolt", "Knee Kiri", "Douji Kiri", "Onikiri False Blade"— — either carrying a sickle and a hoe, or carrying a pole and fish basket, like a heavy chariot loaded with fruits and vegetables, walking slowly towards them silently and obediently.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the ghost king was very suspicious of Yaosheng for a while.Then he sadly asked the little boy a question with known answers: "Hey, little boy, are you asking Minamoto Raimitsu's demon soldiers...to help you farm the land."

The little boy nodded without any concealment, and the indifferent expression on his face seemed to say: otherwise.But he raised his eyes to see the ghost soldiers who were hoeing the ground like indiscriminate bombardment, immediately puffed up his face, frowned his delicate eyebrows, and said displeasedly in a clear childish voice: "Ghost soldiers! You Whatever you do with so much effort, the soil layer will be completely blown away by you! How will you sow seeds later? How stupid, as Mr. Lai Guang’s favorite weapon, he can’t even plow the land well, you idiot!”

Laiguang's scolding sound was quite childish, but its lethality should not be underestimated. It made the ghost king, ghost general, and Onikiri, who was full of "everything the little master says is the truth in the world", all have blank facial expressions, and the big monster A sentence flashed through their minds: The Ghost Soldiers were criticized for not knowing how to farm... The so-called "monster soldiers who can't farm are not good monster soldiers", right?

However, the ghost soldier who was reprimanded by the little master immediately stopped his movements. He stood there for a while, as if thinking for himself, then turned around with a "clang" and bowed his head to Laiguang. He scolded: "Either stand up to hoe the ground, or get down on the ground to plow the ground. You choose yourself, and I will not give you a second chance."

The chilling and deep voice of the Guibing Department sounded from behind the black armor, with a buzzing echo: "Yes, I obey the Lord's order."

Then the two-legged and four-armed giant turned around and faced the land again, as if a heroic warrior who had disarmed and returned to the field tried his best to smooth out his brutality and violence. Fragile, but still does not change its unruly nature, and its changes and efforts quickly won the tolerance and appreciation of the little master: "Yes, it is not so stupid. I will take it for you after plowing the land, my Good weapon."

Guibingbu waved a hoe with his back to the little master, and never said a word when he was praised.It can go to the battlefield and go to the field, all because it is in awe of the master's firm heart, and is willing to go through fire and water for that unyielding will, even though it is an empty shell without a soul.

But the big monsters present didn't know that Onibingbu felt affection for his master, Shuten and Ibaraki's lips mumbled for a long time, and they didn't know how to evaluate the strange scene in front of them.Onikiri shook the little hand he was holding between his fingers, and whispered in a low voice: "Raikori, that, uh... hand, me too?"

The little boy picked up his eyes and looked at the big demon, the corners of his eyes flashed with beautiful red pupils.He snorted softly, and the ending sound was better than an adult's teasing, then he raised his hand and pointed to the bamboo basket full of sweet potatoes that the big demon was holding in one hand, and ordered arrogantly and mischievously: "If this The second time you don't burn the sweet potato, I promise you, love knife."

——It's a pity that Onikiri still burnt the sweet potatoes, all of them.He poked the charcoal on the ground depressed, thinking that when he was doing business in the future, he must not peep at the little master again!Otherwise, it would be too easy to be sucked away by those eyes, and to patronize and giggle.