【Jiguo Brothers Rihei】Asagiri

At the age of seven, is it possible to set off alone? Ji Guoyansheng remembers that his younger brother also left the family on his own one night when he was seven years old. After that, he disappeared from the world for more than ten years until a certain moonlit night. Appeared suddenly again.

His younger brother Ji Guoyuanyi seems to have always been a person who likes to come and go without a trace, but this time it is replaced by him to disappear from the world. They may have genes that are good at disappearing in their bodies, and they will live a life of no fixed place. It was seven years. When I realized it, I found that I was over 25 years old, and I lived longer than some other spotted swordsmen.

But this subtle longevity does not come from him at all, but because of the ghost's body.

He has thought about whether Ji Guoyuan is still alive, whether the son of God will die at the limit of his life like other spotted swordsmen, but he dare not think about it, dare not ask, he seems to be unable to accept any kind of answer , simply give up thinking.

And the little thing that was born in the fog of dawn also grew up a lot, reaching the age of seven in a blink of an eye.

After becoming a ghost, his body will no longer weaken, and his concept of time has become a little dull. Katsuji Guoyan almost counts the years by the growth rate of the little ghost following behind.

He didn't name the cub, which is neither human nor ghost, and has remained without a name for the past few years. Not having a name doesn't seem to be an obstacle to the child. When Ji Guoyansheng called him Will definitely respond.

That child is easier to raise than Ji Guoyansheng imagined, or too easy to raise. Even a pure novice like him who has never been married and has no contact with children can support him. It can be said that although he has no desire to survive, his life is ultimately too hard.

It's just that the low desire to live without crying or fussing from birth continued until the child grew up, and he didn't say a word after the age when he should learn to speak. The child's face was too stiff, and he could hardly do anything. expression.

But Ji Guoyansheng is very clear, especially clear, that after the markings appear on his body, he can occasionally see a little bit of the transparent world, and knows that this kid has no problem with his throat, he is not dumb, he just simply does not want to speak.

But even without these, he can know that the silence and expressionless face on the road to autism are all crazily overlapping with the Ji Guoyuan when he was young, and the face is almost the same as when he was young. Yuanyi is highly similar to himself, and he can't tell whose side he is more like... probably himself (definitely)!

It should be said that half of the blood came from there, Ji Guoyan Sheng avoided the child's sight and gritted his teeth secretly.

However, Ji Guoyan is enough for the kind of child who is self-closing until the age of seven. I am afraid that this kid will suddenly say "I want to be the second warrior in this country" one day, and Ji Guoyan wins nothing. Mercy decided to force the child who would not speak no matter how much he taught him to speak.

Maybe it's because he's grown up, or maybe it's because the kid isn't as emotionally indifferent as his younger brother. Ji Guoyansheng could see panic and anxiety in the kid's reddish-brown eyeballs, desperate Desperately wanting to respond to his request, but really didn't know what to say, stumbling and repeating silent opening and closing movements.

...It's really just that I don't know what to say, but I have nothing to express in words... Ji Guoyansheng quickly understood this point, this child is just a little silly, and he is the same as the person who is favored by God. Different.

There is no point in embarrassing the child, and Ji Guoyansheng also felt that there was no need for him to speak.

"………………Father."

Just when he was about to turn his head and give up the persecution came such a small voice. The pronunciation was not very accurate, but it could clearly convey the meaning he wanted to express. He looked down and saw the child trembling She looked at herself, was she afraid of being beaten by him?

...Well, it's not wrong, in terms of blood relationship and causality, it's fine if it's not called a mother, but if it's called a mother, maybe it's really hit.But Ji Guoyan couldn't distinguish between the phrase "father" and the phrase "I want to become the second warrior in this country" in his memory, which made him feel more mixed.

Because neither is possible.

"Don't call me that."

Not don't, but can't.

Ji Guoyansheng couldn't become relatives with this unnamed child, they were only connected by blood, and it was his blood that made the child look ugly, and he could only live in the night with a ghost like him.

He can't be the father of the child, and the child doesn't have to be his.

Just like he can't be the number one samurai in this country.

Seeing the child's head lowered, Ji Guoyansheng replied "I'm sorry" in a lower voice, looking very pitiful, but Ji Guoyansheng would not touch his head, nor would he do anything to him. A broken flute.

Ji Guoyansheng gave the child a wooden knife when he was four years old, intending to teach him some swordsmanship, although he had no such intention at first.Ji Guoyansheng asked himself countless times whether he wanted to give up swordsmanship. The sun wheel knife in his hand had lost its light. It would be too ridiculous for a ghost to wield a ghost-killing blade.

But he still picks up the knife except when he is on the road. I don't know if it is a habit of the past 20 years or he has not given up the obsession deep in his heart. He repeatedly swings the knife in places where the sun cannot touch, practicing Practicing breathing techniques, honing combat skills, and training the ghost's body until he almost vomited blood.

Even if he can no longer find the purpose and reason to continue to hone himself.

Whenever this time, the child would look at him from the sidelines, and Ji Guoyansheng was not particularly sure whether the stiff expression was due to curiosity or idleness.

But if it's just for self-defense, it's good to learn it, as long as you can learn to protect yourself from most ghosts and people.

Ji Guoyansheng taught the most basic Suzhen, and asked the child to do it like his first fencing teacher back then. The child held the knife in a daze, and then clumsily followed the movement he just made to make unseemly moves. The swing, from the appearance to the posture, is horrible, very similar to the sword that a child who is holding a knife for the first time will swing.

...Whether it is a genius or not may be known later, but it is definitely not as fast and blockbuster as Ji Guoyuan.

Seeing that completely unseemly movement, Ji Guoyansheng sighed and heaved a sigh of relief at the same time, and he didn't know which side was more important.

I can only hope that this child doesn't like swords too much, doesn't want to become stronger too much, doesn't meet a son of god who is far more talented than himself, who is as dazzling as the sun, doesn't meet Ji Guoyuan...

Those things that are enough to drive him to the brink of collapse may also cause the child to collapse, or maybe not... It's just that Ji Guoyansheng is watching the child accidentally drop the wooden knife in his hand and hit it on the back of the forehead. Looking at it, I seriously thought about whether this child is purely clumsy or because his close relatives figured it out and caused his brain to not work well...

However, Ji Guoyan Sheng just thought about it casually. Although this child may have a few goldfish in his head and occasionally clumsy, he is never stupid. He usually learns things quickly. As long as he teaches this child willing to work hard.

Talent and talent should be there. The blood of the ghost in his body makes his physical ability much stronger than that of a human. Although not as good as a real ghost, he still has a certain recovery ability. The blood blisters on his hands caused by holding a knife quickly disappear It will be fine.

As long as he keeps working hard, he will become a good swordsman, probably better than him.But that is only within the scope of human beings, and cannot touch the sun.

This is an era where evil spirits are rampant. Human beings live in the world, and ghosts show their fangs at night. The king of all ghosts, Gui Wu Tsuji, has not been killed so far, and the century-old fate between humans and ghosts is still continuing.Human beings are enemies of ghosts with their flesh and blood bodies and the blade of the sun. They have always been crushed and beaten until a Jiguo Yuanyi who can rub all ghosts on the ground appeared, created the breathing method, and had This ghost killing team has the ability to fight ghosts.

But even such a dark night of evil spirits is far from over, because the head of the king of ghosts, Gui Wu Tsuji, has not yet been chopped off, nor has he been taken to the sun to bask in the sun.

"You... you... are a ghost..."

Night is always a time for ghosts, and people who take their children to walk alone in the wilderness or even deep mountains and forests are even more delicious. Besides, many ghosts think that children are more nutritious than adults.It's a pity that the person who takes care of the child is not a human being, and neither is the child who is with him.

Mimicry needs to consume energy. Ji Guoyansheng, who has never eaten a human being since he became a ghost, naturally cannot rely on food to replenish energy, and can only barely maintain it by relying on moderate sleep. Therefore, as long as there is no human breath around him The mimesis will be released, and the ferocious six-eyed pupils will reappear on the face. Many ghosts think that he is a delicious delicacy that can be poked, but when they rush over and see the ferocious six eyes on the face, they are scared and scream. .

The price for making Ji Guoyan Shenger Genzi suffer is to be stepped into the ground and then be cut off by the sun wheel knife and be wiped out. Although the demonized sun wheel sword has lost its brilliance, there is no difference in practicality. Ji Guoyan Sheng performs the maintenance of the knife every day, which is more than enough to cut down an unknown kid, and he doesn't even bother to use the breathing method.

"You're obviously a ghost...that lord...wouldn't let you go..."

Ji Guoyan Sheng was very annoyed, whenever he heard Wu Mi's name, he wondered why that guy hadn't been dragged to sunbathe yet.The number of ghosts who came this time was a bit more, he threw the child on the spot to keep the little guy from running around, and he chased the ghosts with a sun wheel knife, killing almost every one of them with one swing of the knife.

"No, no... I know... I know you..." The ghost who was stepped on by Ji Guoyansheng seemed to suddenly recall some horrible memories, and began to struggle and scream louder, making his ears It hurt even more, "This face, these lines...I know...you..."

Ji Guoyansheng suddenly had a bad premonition...

"You are... Ji Guoyuan..."

Fuck your mother Ji Guoyuan, you should have more eyes.

If you need eyes, you can donate one. If you want to raise fish in your mind, you can share the goldfish in the child's head.

Ji Guoyan was so victorious that he cut off the ghost's head within a month, and harvested all the living ghosts around him.

"One is missing..." Ji Guoyan counted the ghost heads, and found that one was missing. The former Yuan Ghost Killing Team's column-level combat power soon found out where the one that fell was gone, and it probably turned back there halfway. where the child is.

Tsk... Just engage in some clumsy little tricks.

He went back very quickly, that child is not a human being after all, let alone whether it is good to eat or not, whether it can be eaten or not is still a problem.Holding the wooden knife in his hand, the child jumped up and down with a blank face, chasing a ghost behind him, maybe given another pillar, he could act as King Qin walking around the pillar.

The child couldn't win or kill the ghost, but he ran away very quickly, and his facial expression didn't change when he was being chased. He couldn't see the emotion of fear. Maybe the child really lacked something in his mind. What, neither screaming nor calling for help, the desire to survive is as low as ever, but the hard life is left behind, and it is very awkward to escape.

"...Come here." Guisheng was ashamed, and Ji Guoyansheng couldn't stand it anymore, so he called out.

"..." Hearing the child calling him, he immediately turned around and made a high jump that made the pounced ghost fall to the ground. He stomped on the ghost's head and ran to Ji Guoyansheng's side. shrink behind him.

"You don't know how to shout when you're about to die?"

"...Ah." The child seemed to have just realized what was going on, and he let out a belated ah.

What's the use now.

While thinking, Ji Guoyansheng chopped off the head of the last ghost with the breath of the moon.

Tonight, Ji Guoyan Sheng felt a little angry after a long absence, so he doubled the number of Suzhen that the child needs to do tonight, and then he has to practice calligraphy and study, no matter how tired he is.It seemed that he felt his anger, and panic appeared in the child's eyes, as if he wished to swing the knife better so that he would not be angry again, so he worked extra hard tonight.

Couldn't I divide the panic at this time into the time when I was being chased by a ghost?

"After learning, go to memorize one hundred people, I should remember more than half of it." Ji Guoyansheng narrowed his eyes, making up his mind to cut off this kid's way of being dumb, "And then you can say whatever you want or sing... When passing by the village today, you listened to the nursery rhymes sung by the children there, you can sing that, anyway, half an hour."

Then he saw the child's pupils quake wildly.

Why, is it more difficult for you to speak for half an hour than to double Su Zhen?

Ji Guoyansheng understood that the answer must be that the former is more difficult, but he has no mercy.

Ghosts don't have compassion, compassion is for human beings, and you are not human.

——Children are tired, both physically and mentally.

I don't know why "Father" seemed a little angry last night. Because of anger, last night's practice and study were extremely strict. The child is not afraid of strictness or hard work. He is just a little afraid that "Father" will be angry. If he is angry, will he throw him away? .

Fortunately, he worked hard, Su Zhen finished playing, he read the book after practice, he also recited a hundred people's poems, and he talked... Although in the end he just sat a little far away from "father" and hummed, It doesn't sound good, it's hard to say that it's still noisy, but "father" is not angry anymore, so it should be okay.

The night was over, but "father" threw him out of the dilapidated temple where he stayed temporarily, and asked him to go to the town down the mountain to find food to fill his stomach and come back to sleep.The child was very tired, and his legs kept shaking when he went down the mountain, but he was really hungry, but his stomach was still growling, but he still had no appetite.

The child staggered into the town. It was a slightly larger and more prosperous town, but recently it was infested by ghosts, and many people were eaten, making everyone panic... Although those ghosts were all chopped down by "father" last night.

The sun dazzled the eyes during the day, and the child wanted to sleep even more, but the "father" said that he wanted to eat, so he had to eat.The town was bigger than many villages he had been to, with a lot of yelling around, and a lot of food to choose from.But the child is not good at choosing, he is only good at doing what he is asked to do, and he has no pursuit of taste in terms of food. If he is asked to choose from a feast of [-] dishes, he will only follow the rules and hold a bowl of udon noodles.

"Master Iwakatsu...? Master Iwakatsu!?"

Just when the child desperately looked up and tried to find out if there was a shop selling udon noodles from the crowd, he suddenly felt someone approaching him and shouting something. The child's instinctive reaction, which was chased by a ghost last night, has not yet failed. , jumped away before being touched by someone.

... Then he fell to the ground because his feet were soft and he couldn't stand firmly on his back.

……… Butt hurts.

The child felt a little bit wronged, he was hungry and sleepy now, he just wanted to eat a bowl of udon noodles and go back to sleep beside his "father". Why did someone touch him, and he fell and stained his clothes, and his butt hurt so much, It's just that he still has a stiff face, and others can't understand what he is thinking at all.

"Sorry!! Are you okay!?"

Even the person who caused him to fall in front of him didn't know if the child hurt from the fall, because even if he fell, the expression on the child's face did not change, and his eyebrows did not even frown.

The child got up by himself, "father" taught him to get up by himself even if he fell, patted the ashes on his clothes, bent over to the person who caused him to fall, and tried to say that he was fine, so goodbye, and then Ready to leave and continue looking for udon.

"Wait a minute!! Lord Yansheng!"

The loud person tried to grab him again, but the child avoided it again, and this time he stood firmly and did not fall.

The child was very puzzled (although the expression did not change at all) looking at the man in front of him with a loud voice and unusually colorful hair. He is not Mr. Yansheng. Although he has no name, don't give him a name without authorization.

"Ah! No... sorry!" The bright-haired man calmed down a bit, although his voice was still loud, "I seem to have misidentified you with someone else! That's right, it's not some strange vampire technique!"

Why apologise, what is this person talking about?

The child was very confused, but he had no intention of opening his mouth or making any response. He didn't know what to say, and his "father" had taught him that if he was accosted by a stranger outside, he should not pay attention.So he bowed again, politely preparing to meet again.

"Please wait!!"

?

If the things in the mind can be materialized, there must be many question marks floating in the air beside the child. Some people around stopped and looked at a child with no expression and no words and a child with a loud voice and red hair. The bright young men looked at each other and stared blankly.

"Son, do you know a person named Ji Guoyansheng?" The bright-haired person seemed to be struggling, but he still asked, "A little older than me, but not over 30 years old..."

Don't know, don't know, don't know.

The child is still autistic and tries to convey his thoughts to the person in front of him through his eyes, but he can't do it.

"Child...?" Seeing that he didn't respond for a long time, the young man wanted to reach out and shake the child with stagnant eyes, but then he turned his head away. Ghost Killing Team is obviously very popular with children.

After a long time without a response, the young man suddenly realized... Could this child not be able to speak?Young looked at the boy in front of him again - the left eye was tightly wrapped in gauze, it didn't look like it was injured or disabled, and the black hair was restlessly curled up even if it was tied up, and the red at the end of the hair was indeed Much like those two...

Of course, the most recognizable face must be that face. The two strongest swordsmen of the Ghost Killing Team were very famous. Because of his father, he was also fortunate to practice a few moves under the guidance of the two. He was very impressed.

Although the child in front of him was young, he could already see some similarities with those two, especially the one who used the breath of the moon. In addition, the swordsman had disappeared a few years ago. The young man inadvertently Seeing this young child for a while, he thought it was a hallucination caused by blood ghosts... although it is still daytime.

"...Child, don't you know how to make a sound?"

"…………"

Still did not get any reply, the young man was convinced of his thoughts in his heart, and thought that it should be his own illusion, the child in front of him was just a child who happened to look a little like those two, with one eye disabled and unable to speak It looked particularly pitiful.

"Sorry! I scared you just now!" The young man smiled kindly at the child, but his voice was still loud, "Let me buy you something to eat! Do you have anything to eat?"

"..." The child still didn't answer, and there was another person in front of him who thought he was dumb and wanted to buy him something to eat. He thanked this person for his kindness but he seemed unable to accept it. He was not disabled and didn't deserve this person. Be nice to him.

"Wait here for a while, I'll be right back!"

And just before he was thinking about whether to tell this person that he could talk and didn't need to buy food for him, and he didn't know who Lord Yansheng was, the young man ran away in a hurry.

"..." The child didn't know what to do.

——The young man came back after 3 minutes.

"?"

"..."

Ji Guoyan looked at the child who came back with a little confusion. Compared with when he threw it out, he came back empty-handed, but when he came back, he couldn't free his hands. He was holding the bag, which was not small and seemed to have a little weight, with a bag in his mouth. What... sweet potatoes?In short, it looks a little funny and silly.

"what happened?"

“……………………” Hot hot hot hot hot hot.

"...Put the food down first, eat what's in your mouth and talk."

The child did as he did, put down the bag and gnawed on the roasted sweet potatoes silently, Ji Guoyansheng took a look at what was in the bag...it was all sweet potatoes.He knew that the child was often regarded as dumb because he didn't speak, so some people would treat him kindly, and would occasionally stuff him with small things like Jinping sugar, but what happened to this sweet potato?

The child finished eating the sweet potato in his mouth, and answered Ji Guoyansheng in a low voice, "A red and gold man asked me something, I don't know, he thought I couldn't speak, so he bought these for me."

"I don't need it, and I don't want it, but I still gave it to me..." The child was confused and a little bit lost, "It shouldn't be given to me, I don't know it, Lord Yansheng..."

Although the word order and sentence punctuation are messy, it is considered progress to be able to say so much at one time... Ji Guoyan Sheng thought for a while, of course he heard what the child said clearly, he glanced at the pile of sweet potatoes in the bag, Speaking of which, Purgatory likes to eat this, but he is over 25 years old, and he doesn't know if he is still alive. Maybe it was his son he met.

Anyway...you have to leave now.

"Sleep when you're full, and leave when the sun sets." Ji Guoyansheng closed his eyes and prepared to rest, "I bring my own sweet potatoes."

"..." The child was a little embarrassed, the sweet potato was so heavy that he felt a little tired from the journey.

——The young Yanzhu came back from the mission, although he did nothing this time. He heard that there were ghosts raging in the town, but he didn’t find any ghosts. He thought he was hiding and patrolled and searched the vicinity for a long time, but he still found nothing. Just like that, he was recalled by the lord.

After the report, the young Yanzhu, who was idle, recalled the child he saw by chance that day, and he never saw the child in the town again. After some inquiries, he found out that there was no such child in the town. It's like a ghost.

Forget it, anyway, the ghost is probably just a matter of going up one day.

"But he really looks like that kid, even the red tail of the hair is the same." The young Yanzhu said to himself while eating roasted sweet potatoes, "It looks like he is only six or seven years old, with only one eye. It’s okay to go out alone without seeing or talking? I don’t know where my parents are..."

"That look is really similar to Master Yan Sheng, although He Yuan is also quite similar, with some spots on the face, it is the child version..."

"Your Majesty Purgatory, can you tell me in detail what you are saying now?"

A voice suddenly came from behind the young Yan Zhu.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" The young man was taken aback. Just that one, "Yuan, Mr. Yuan...you scared me to death."

"I didn't mean that... I'm sorry." The man lowered his eyelids and stared at the young man with reddish-brown eyes. "I want to know what you said, can you tell me?"

"Ah...well, of course!"