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1 Under the whole world, it is not the king's land

Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and on the shore of the land, it is not the king's ministers. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the first year of Tianzhi, the world's famous demon exterminators gathered in Pingcheng Jing to raise the power of the country to purge the demons of the world.

Demons and monsters were unwilling to be killed, and bloodied several cities to take crazy revenge, and for a while, they set off a bloody storm of thousands of miles.

From time to time, there are big monsters who see the fragrance of the wind, turn their hands over for the clouds and cover the hands with rain, and cause the people's grievances to boil for the common people. Although the encirclement and suppression plots by people with knowledge of justice on all sides have not succeeded, they have also caused them to travel to several places without peace.

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In the evening, in the abandoned village of collapsed huts and dry bones on the roadside, a large house was lit up.

The dilapidated house was originally an inn, but it has long been dilapidated due to the attack of yokai on the village and has been left unoperated for a long time. Under the flickering candlelight, twelve or thirteen people gathered in the midst of it, regardless of the dust of the tables and chairs, whether standing or seating, each occupying a place.

The bald monk who was holding the lead in his hand broke the silence: "The wind sees the fragrance, and it will come here." ”

Hearing this, everyone tightened the magic weapons in their hands.

The people who gave it up, including the Onmyoji clan from Asuka Heijo, and the nameless demon exterminator monks in the countryside, all of whom were bloody and brave people who had fought with monsters for several years, but at this moment, they all felt a dry throat.

The young man sitting at a table in the middle of the room had been looking down at the sketch map on the table, and suddenly said gloomily: "Musashi, Kai, Owari, and Iga have come here, and I believe all of you here can see it......"

Raising his head, he looked around, and said, "This demon has been traveling all over the world for half a year, and it seems that he has been persecuted by us, and I believe everyone can see it...... It serves another purpose. ”

No one spoke.

Following this line, the Great Yokai crossed half of Japan all the way, and its end point was probably at the place where His Majesty set the capital last year, Heijokyo.

Today, half a year after Emperor Tenchi issued an order to suppress demons, it is not difficult to guess the purpose of this great monster's appearance here.

The wind saw that Yuxiang wanted to kill the king - it was the worst plan that everyone made.

Therefore, today, people from all walks of life who are not familiar with each other gather here, not only to eliminate harm to the world, but also to promote peace in the prosperous world.

The woman sitting by the window, staring out the window at the twilight, withdrew her gaze and sighed.

After pondering for a moment, he finally spoke: "Gentlemen, listen to me......

As soon as he spoke, he was interrupted.

The man's gaze fell on the red-and-white woman: "Miss Shrine Maiden, don't be a woman at this moment. ”

The monk also said in a deep voice: "The poor monk also advises the witch that as the Misty Rain Lord said, if you can't make a decision immediately, it's better to withdraw as soon as possible, otherwise...... It's just a corpse. ”

The shrine maiden of unknown origin and the rest of the people only met when they met, and there was no detailed introduction to each other. And as early as that time, the witch's opinion was immediately rejected.,And at this moment.,She's not giving up.,The old thing is brought up again.。

"Why do you have to fight each other? I believe that Kazami Yuka is not an unreasonable monster, such as ......"

"What if?!" the monk interrupted with a loud shout, "If we can make peace, how should we repay the enmity of the little monk and the teacher? Can the enmity of the clan in the families of Wuyujun and Hirata Jun also be put aside? This monster kills people without counting, in order to have a moment of peace, can the tiger return to the mountain?"

The young man who had just spoken, who was called the Misty Rain King, also had a serious face: "All the people who have a deep enmity with this monster are all people, Miss Witch feels righteous and came to help, I am grateful to Dade, but if you make such demagogic words again, let's leave as soon as possible." ”

Hearing this, the woman stopped talking.

At three o'clock, a green-haired woman dressed in a kimono and holding a thin sword in her hand pushed open the dilapidated wooden door.

"Ahh......h That's right, right?"

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2 The worries of gains and losses, the debate of the world

The house collapsed.

Seven corpses and limbs were buried underneath, while the rest fled with wounds.

Kazami Yuka raised her hand, looked at her cuffs and placket that had been cut by the blade, and frowned.

This kimono is a bit of a pity, but it's a pity.

Immediately, there was the sound of footsteps behind her, and she turned to meet the woman's eyes in witch dress.

Then he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha......"

"Isn't it funny?"

"I just think," he paused, and the big monster's tone returned to calm, "I wonder when you also learned to be human and wear this kind of clothing?"

"No, it's just convenient, as a shrine maiden. ”

The night is like ink, and the full moon is getting brighter.

The white-haired witch who was talking to this cold monster Kazami Yuxiang had a slight change in her body.

On both sides of the head, two tiny tooth horns have grown.

"Although you used to be in the company of humans a lot, and you didn't think it was anything at the time, but ......," the green-haired monster smiled gloomily, "Now that you are here, and you are in the company of these people, do you want to be my enemy...... On Shirasawa Huiyin. ”

The woman named Huiyin ignored the monster's half-truths and said, "Yuka, tell me, are you really going to do that?"

"Hmm...... Oh, no wonder, there have been more humans blocking me lately," Kazami smiled, "I was discovered." ”

But there was no look of surprise at all, as if he had expected it.

Kamibai Zehuiyin couldn't laugh.

"You can't kill the Emperor. ”

"So care?...... He's your concubine?"

"Kazawa Yukao!" "As a Shirasawa beast, the humanoid youkai who turned into an orc because it was reflected by the full moon, Shirasawa Huiyin, said in a low voice with some annoyance, "The emperor's life or death has nothing to do with me...... But what you do will plunge the world into strife again. ”

"Oh, isn't that right," Kazami Yuka still had a nonchalant attitude, "Aren't humans fighting for profit, so they can't free up their hands to deal with youkai?"

The bright moon hangs high, casting some light on this dark village.

In the ruined village, there stood two beautiful humanoid monsters with good shapes, dozens of paces apart, standing under the moonlight.

Probably feeling a certain aura here, the lone wolf beast that would come to the village to forage for food on weekdays only turned around and left only a few miles away.

When Bai Zehuiyin heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Yuka, I'm sorry for what happened before, but those demon slayers who caused trouble have been ...... by you"

"Oh, you know?" "So, from the standpoint of a human, tell me if a human is scratched, will they break the dagger as revenge, or will they go to the person with the dagger?"

"Yuxiang ......" Bai Zemon's voice came slowly, "I know you hate humans, but there are actually a lot of good guys among them......"

"Okay, okay, it looks like you're going to waste your words," Kazami sighed, "Actually, I don't have to kill that tall human, but as an option that seems interesting, I'm looking forward to the next development." ”

"People are displaced, people are struggling to make ends meet...... Is that what you want?"

"Sounds good to youkai, doesn't it?"

"If you want to see interesting developments, maybe there are other options, and that's what I'm here for. ”

"Oh, why don't you tell me?"

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There are no heroes in the 3rd world, and the sword is covered with dust

"The eight-foot mirror, the eight-foot Qiongyu and the Kusanagi sword, as the three artifacts inherited by successive emperors when they ascended the throne, have more symbolic significance than actual effect. But the Kusanagi Sword, in terms of its function, can be said to be the most important and magical of the three. ”

"From ancient times to the present, few people know that this sword is not forged by ordinary iron in the world, and it is spiritual and recognizable. ”

"If the old master of the wise is the sword, this sword will weep for several months, and the blade of the sword will glow red; if the new master is leading, he will touch the sword with his hand, and the weeping will stop, and the red light will be restrained and turned into white light. ”

However, forty years ago, when Emperor Gogoku ascended the throne, he held this sword in his hand, but the blade did not respond with any brilliance, and the emperor was angry and gave the sword to Atsuta Shrine and ignored it. ”

A few years later, the sword was stolen from the shrine by a monk and lost to the people. ”

"For example, the Tiancong Cloud Sword held by His Majesty the Emperor today is a blade recreated from the model of this sword, and it no longer has the spirituality of this sword. ”

Kamibai Ze Huiyin told what he knew, and the wind he faced was fragrant, listening and looking at the blade in his hand that glowed with a faint white light.

"When I first picked it up, I only thought it was a good blade...... Now it sounds like it's really a bit of a presumption," Kazami Yuka smiled happily, "According to what you said, now this sword is emitting white light, which means that I am regarded as the Ming Jun of the human race?"

"Not really. ”

Kamibai Ze Huiyin shook his head and paced in front of the big monster.

The white light of the blade reflected the faces of the two women, and Bai Ze Beast stretched out his hand to the wind and saw Yuka.

The green-haired monster tilted its head and passed the hilt of its sword.

Huiyin took the sword, took a step back, and plunged it into the dirt.

The brilliance of the blade dimmed slightly, and then brightened again.

"I know something about the characteristics of this sword," looking at the divine sword that no one held but still spontaneously glowing, Kamibai Ze Huiyin finally affirmed a certain idea in his heart, and his emotions were slightly uplifted, "In the current situation, there is only one possibility-there is a real Ming Jun who can see once in a thousand years and can open peace for all generations. ”

Although it's a big monster who has lived countless years.,But I never care about what I'm interested in on weekdays.。 Seeing the other party say such a thing now, Kazami Yuka has no way to refute.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't have much to do with you.

"Do you want to say that a child with Mingjun's qualifications was born in a certain family?"

"No, that's not the case," Kamihakuzawa Huiyin shook her head, "just having qualifications but not yet attaining them, such a person will not be able to obtain the approval of the Kusanagi Sword; ”

Kazami Yuka wondered: "Is this kind of requirement a little too high?"

"It's true, no one is born to be a Ming Jun, but because of this, this sword has never made such brilliance for thousands of years. ”

"You mean to ...... And now there's it?"

"This is the only explanation," Kamishirasawa Huiyin said solemnly, "the person who can be the founder of the country and the person who can retire can be the prosperous and virtuous monarch is now somewhere in the Nara Basin. ”

"Oh, that's a good point, what a wonderful reasoning," said Kazami, who clapped her fist high-fives, and then teased herself, "but so what? What does it have to do with me?"

"That's exactly what I've been looking for you for," Bai Ze Beast pondered for a long time, and finally spoke, "Forgive me for being cheeky, can this sword ...... Give it to me?"

"It's really a kindred monster," Kazami Yuka hugged her arms, "I haven't seen you in a hundred years, and as soon as you meet, you will ask me for something." ”

“...... I'm sorry, but this sword ......"

"I'm curious, as a Bai Ze Beast, what are you going to do with this sword?"

"Let's have some plans......"

"For example?"

"I plan to first look for the prince of the sea man who has been missing for half a year, he may be the most likely existence. ”

"Oh...... Are the royals in the opposition?"

"Sort of," Huiyin nodded, "It's too difficult to find an unknown person in the vast sea of people, so you have to focus on the royal family first." ”

"Well, you know it's hard to find someone......"

"So I plan to go to Heijokyo to open a temple to teach poetry and books, so as to recruit talents from all over the world. ”

"Tsk, I hope you know what you're doing," Kazami smiled, "Do you really think you can hide your identity as a youkai in a city populated by humans?"

"Bai Ze is regarded as a rui beast by humans, even if it is recognized by those nobles, it will not be too much of a problem," Shang Bai Ze Huiyin, who was obviously mentally prepared, did not hesitate, "As for the danger faced...... There must be, but compared to the return of the attempt...... It's worth it. ”

The legendary Bai Ze beast, through the love of all things, hidden in the world, unless there is a saint to govern the world, will be served.

Therefore, even if the identity of the monster is revealed, Huiyin believes that she has room to maneuver.

"It's not helped, it's not saved," Kazami Yuka sighed and shook her head, "I hope you can still remember the fact that you're a youkai." ”

"I'm well aware. ”

"Then you should know that if there really is your so-called virtuous monarch, the kind of person who can bring peace to all generations will really let the monsters coexist with humans?

"But I believe that a world where humans and youkai can coexist peacefully can definitely exist!"

"So you, pin your feet on the so-called Mingjun?"

"That's right. ”

"That's what you call funny?"

"Exactly. ”

There was a long silence, only the blade of the sword stuck in the dirt in front of the two of them exuded a flickering light.

Finally, Kazami Yuka laughed.

"It's not appealing to me, but let's see how you behave. ”

Stretch out your right hand and make a bowel movement.

Signaling that the sword is now in the possession of Shirasawa Huiyin.

"Thank you. Bai Ze Beast nodded in thanks.

He stepped forward and pulled out the Kusanagi sword.

"That being said, your search for the Lord doesn't conflict with what I'm going to do, right?"

It is better to say that the chaotic times caused by the act of killing the monarch will even help Bai Zemeng.

"No, I hope you can understand that what I ask for is not the master of mankind, but the world of prosperity," Shangbai Ze Huiyin said solemnly, "Although there are words that cannot be broken or established, but in the troubled times, the people suffer, which is contrary to what I want, so it is a policy to sacrifice the original and the end." ”

"Okay, okay, I can't talk about you, I'll give you some time for the sake of my past friendship," Kazami Yuka didn't intend to waste her lips and tongue anymore, and turned away, "But if I can't see a good show, I'll be looking for trouble then." ”

"Thank you. ”

With his back to Kamihakuzawa Huiyin, Kazami Yuka waved his hand and paced away.

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4 The world without contention, the pure land of peach springs

From the accession of the eldest brother to the first year of Tenchi, Asuka moved its capital to Heijo and set it up as Kyoto.

The imperial court set up the "Zohei Castle Jing Division", with a total of 16 prefects, three vice-officials, and third and fourth officials, which were roughly similar to the police stations in later generations.

The city issued a "market closure order", where the sale, not indiscriminate; it belongs to the name of the horizontal knife, gun, saddle, lacquerware, etc., all need to be engraved, and there are several laws and regulations to encourage commerce, Pingcheng Beijing for a time bustling, traffic, quite a prosperous scene.

Under the pomp and circumstance, the imperial court also made some innovations, and sometimes there was a "money saving order", which said:

The husband's money is used, so it is easy to trade. Today's people are still obsessed with customs. Although they only buy and sell, they are still money savers. As many as it is, the section level is conferred.

In the vernacular, it is nothing more than the legalization of "selling official positions". If the money accumulates to a certain amount, it can be exchanged for an official position. Although the official position that comes from this is still a world of difference compared with the famous family, it is enough to make the ordinary people rush to work hard to accumulate money and sell their official beards.

Of course, the so-called grand occasion is limited to one city and one family. Far away from Pingchengjing, ten miles away from Pingcheng, in a small village living in the mountains, he still lives a poor but indisputable life.

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Bamboo shoots in the spring are very delicious and can be sold at a good price. Therefore, usually the bamboo cutter does not cut the bamboo during this period, but only picks the bamboo shoots.

It's just that recently, the person who went to the mountains to cut bamboo in the village was no longer the white-haired bamboo cutter, but a young man. There are different accounts in the village about the young man who suddenly appeared.

Some thought it was a relative of the old man, while others thought it was a noble child who was rescued by the bamboo felling man, but in the end, seeing that the child began to help the old bamboo harvester go up the mountain to pick damage, most of them regarded him as their own person in the village.

The old people affectionately called him "Taketori Boy", while the children mostly referred to the previous name of the old man who cut bamboo, regardless of the opinions of the parties and nicknamed him "Taketori Weng". As for the other party's dissatisfied response, "Where is there a twenty-year-old Taketori Weng?,The depressed expression was taken as fun by the children.,The name is more frequent.。

Instead of living in one place with the villagers, the elderly Taketori built a separate wooden house on the side of a hillside 100 meters away.

At 10 o'clock in the afternoon, the new young man sat on the entrance of the wooden house, picking bamboo shoots from the bamboo basket on the side.

The best ones can be sold for a good price, and the worst ones are kept for themselves. This is the experience of the old man next to him.

It's just that the young man's face is a little unhappy at this moment, because the old man on the side has been making noise in his ears all morning.

“...... It's the last entrustment of the old decay......" Sanuki Zomaro, an old man with white hair and lying on a bamboo chair, held a fan and shook it leisurely, but he seemed to be talking with teary eyes and trembling.

It seems insincere.

"If I'm not mistaken," the young man said expressionlessly, pulling the bamboo shoots in the bamboo basket, "Yesterday and the day before yesterday, you said that, uncle......

"Ahem, the old man is old, he thinks he has no more days to live, and he is worried in his heart, and you are unwilling to agree, boy, so you ......"

"Uncle, where did you come from so many words, haven't you been weaving bamboo all your life to make a living," while complaining, the young man put the bamboo basket on his back on the ground, "Besides, although I didn't say yes, I didn't say no......"

The young man's name is Mo Ming, and he is not from this era...... Or rather, he is not from this world.

But even if you ask him where he is from, maybe even he can't answer himself.

He was supposed to come from a world with a more advanced civilization, but in his memory, he inexplicably had nearly a hundred years of hard work in another world, which seemed to be the modern era of Europe.

He didn't understand it at all.

And not just his experience...... is more entangled in what he has done.

Don't...... Is it true that I am a person who craves power to the point of hunger? Shouldn't I be more eager for freedom and an unfettered life?

The world and power that have been fought for so many years have suffered are completely unbearable now. He couldn't believe he was the one to do that for the sake of dirty politics.

For days, his doubts about this made him constantly doubt his own nature, and the questioning of his self and self made this young man still not cheer up.

Compared to that, the confusion caused by the situation I am in now is slightly less obvious.

At the end of my memory, I died on a chair in a mansion, but I ended up here...... It is said to be another world where ghosts and gods exist...... Is this a so-called rebirth?

But the frustration affected the excitement of "rebirth", and he was not excited at all.

Recently, I've been helping this old man who picked up himself in the mountains to do some work, but I've finally slowly sobered up.

After knowing that Mo Ming could read and write, the old man stubbornly thought that he was from a noble background, and stubbornly asked him for a condition - he hoped that he could take the children in the village to study in Pingchengjing.

Now that I think about it, I don't have anything else to do at the moment, even if it's to get acquainted with the world, it may not be a conflict to take a group of children to school.

It's just that some don't understand why this old man is so obsessed with letting the children study.

Unlike somewhere in the far east, reading was not the dominant idea of the era, and the children of the village were more willing to become excellent samurai than to read.

In his ears, the noisy old man continued to speak.

"If you want to ask the old man why he said that he made a chapter, and tell the boy that the old man's name is Sanuki Zomaro, I guess you will understand, right?"

"First of all, I just said that you are literary, and I don't mean to praise you in the slightest, don't say anything," Mo Ming sighed, "Besides, I didn't understand anything, I remember telling you that I am not a local, right?"

"Ahem, okay," the old man coughed embarrassedly, "The old man's family is the Sanuki clan, although it has declined now, but a hundred years ago, it was considered the number one nobleman in Kyoto......"

"Hmm......" Mo Ming responded absentmindedly, and immediately understood the reason for all the actions of this old man Taketori.

As a descendant of the aristocracy, he probably thinks that he is a little different from these ordinary people.

Although he was also reduced to a wilderness village to cut bamboo for a living, he did not choose to live next to the villagers, but built a thatched hut on the hillside, perhaps because of the reserve of some kind of declining aristocracy, he felt that he was different from others.

But even so, after more than half a lifetime, his relationship with the people in the village has become very harmonious.

And the last wish is that the children in the village can go to school...... It's probably his spiritual pillar all along.

"So you agreed? If you don't promise the old man, you won't be blind......

"Good, good...... Isn't it just to take the children to study," Mo Ming sighed, "I said in advance, not all villagers are willing to let their children go to the city to study, and whether those naughty children will study with peace of mind depends on two things, I only do my part......"

"Just do your best," the old man nodded with satisfaction, "If these children can produce one or two pillars, the village will not be so miserable anymore, and in this way, the old man will not ......be in vain."

Mo Ming wanted to say that you thought too much, but finally kept silent. It's up to him what the old man thinks, and he doesn't have to argue about it. It is a piece of the heart of the village, and it is worthy of praise.

It seems that he feels that he is persecuting this young man too hard, and he has some intention of coercing him to repay the favor, the old man Taketori smiled and changed the topic: "The old man has no children in his life, if you ...... Your Excellency Mo Ming"

"Don't think about it. ”

Although I don't want to admit it, I want to forget the experience in my memory as a dream, but it is too real after all, so Mo Ming has to face its existence.

In this way, Mo Ming is no longer the twenty-year-old he seems on the surface, but an old man in his hundreds.

It is precisely because of this that Mo Ming will not be respectful to the old man in front of him, but talk like an old friend.

The interrupted Taketori Weng smiled embarrassedly: "It's not that the old man and the young man want to climb relatives, I just want to say that this house is uninhabited after the old man dies, if you don't dislike it, you can use it as a place to stay." ”

"So, thank you very much......"

"Don't be polite," Taketori was in a very happy mood when he saw that the young man had agreed to the request, "and the cherry blossoms will bloom in a few days, and you can see the cherry blossoms all over the mountains in front of the village......"

"Let's have scrambled eggs with bamboo shoots for lunch?" Mo Ming was still depressed, and instead of talking about the leisure and elegance of cherry blossoms with an old man, he habitually shifted the topic to lunch.

"Scrambled eggs, good is good, but where do the eggs come from?"

"I'll take some bamboo shoots and go to the neighborhood to exchange them. ”

"That's very good. ”

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The old man who cut the bamboo did not make it to the time when the cherry blossoms were in full bloom.

survived the bitter cold of winter, but died when spring arrived.

But perhaps because the worries he had been worried about all along had been entrusted, the old man's expression when he died was not very sad, and he swallowed his breath without any delay.

Hearing of the old man's death, the people in the village were saddened. Everyone opened a tomb in the mountains together and helped Mo Ming bury the old man.

And the person who took over the bamboo cutting work in place of the dead old man was probably this new young man.

The young Taketori Weng, Mo Ming, began to be active on the stage of early Nara history.

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