"Demonic energy, miasma, aura. Three completely different powers are absorbed by you, if it weren't for your special physique, plus you are just on the verge of breaking the knowledge obstacle, you would have been scattered a long time ago. 」

Bayi Yonglin looked at the broken Budu Imperial Soul Sword on the table with great complexity and said.

"Your current soul is forcibly retained by the Budu Imperial Soul, and I am only responsible for saying that your body is barely repaired, but the more subtle meridian parts are really powerless.

You can only blame you for not following the doctor's advice, and you have been pushing the limits in ways that are not suitable for you. 」

"Even if I change your heart, there is no way to eliminate the miasma and demonic energy in your body.

Now I can only let my students follow you at all times, balancing the power within you.

If, once you leave, as you can see, your heartbeat stops and you die. 」

She was right.

All those who know the Eight Meanings Yonglin's medical skills know that if even a character like Yonglin can't suppress an injury, it must be a very terrifying injury...... There are not many cases that can make Bayi Yonglin calmly admit that his medical skills are limited as a doctor.

Kenya survived only because he met two powerful women who were able to keep his soul and repair his body in this situation.

In fact, there was still a sentence in her heart that she didn't say for the first time.

"Actually, I'm not sure I'll save you. 」

It's just that when she saw Huiyin's eyes that were almost the same as those of thousands of years ago, she didn't say anything.

"You're doing a great job. 」

Looking at Jian Ya with her head down, and looking at the figure that still looked a little thin in her eyes, she suddenly praised it seriously.

"Respect for love and keep promises. If it is a time of war, you must be a hero worthy of being sung for thousands of years in history. 」

"So. 」

"Stop it. 」

Yayi Yonglin picked up the broken sword and handed it to Jian Ya.

"Now that you have lost your strength, you have had experiences and glory that others will never have in their lifetime, you should understand and cherish this opportunity. From now on, be an ordinary person. 」

Then no one will ever try to plot against you again.

She added in her mind.

Mei Hong wanted to say something, but was stopped by Huiyin.

Huiyin had already made up her mind that no matter what decision Kenya made, she would not object, and she did not hesitate to respect his wishes.

So she chose silence.

Jian Ya was not angry or frustrated, he just raised his head and looked at Yonglin seriously, and said calmly.

"I've been thinking about something, and now this situation may make me think clearly. 」

Yonglin was silent and did not answer.

Kenya took the broken sword with one hand, his hand trembled, and he reluctantly held it in his hand.

He said as he touched his sword.

"If you don't want me to keep fighting, you won't give me this opportunity to make this choice. 」

"I always do things with recklessness, and you must be very aware of my character, and it is very unwise for me to continue to live and see others go unpunished, because I can't help but make things bigger. 」

"No matter how powerful you are, you must also worry about the existence of youkai sages and Hakurei shrine maidens, and you must live according to the rules of Gensokyo and the human world, even if you are a big youkai, you must abide by the rules of this world. 」

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear, and I'm afraid that even the bystanders will not think as carefully and clearly as Jian Ya thinks.

When Huiyin and Meihong heard these words from Jian Ya, their faces began to change slightly.

Bayi Yonglin's eyes narrowed slightly, she never thought that Jian Ya would have such insight. This is not at all like the opinion and thought he should have.

But the doubts in his heart have also been somewhat solved, and only such a character can step into the highest level of Gensokyo and let so many people make a statement for him.

Yonglin heard the meaning of Jian Ya's words, but did not point it out, but only persuaded.

"Now that you've figured it out, you should know that there are some things that you can't do in the first place, and just swinging your sword won't solve all the problems. 」

Fingers ran across the spine of the sword as if stroking the finest lacquerware, Kenya said.

Suddenly, he grabbed the blade of his sword, and blood continued to flow from his palm.

With this pain, Kenya was able to squeeze all the strength in his body and stand up.

Don't rely on Mianyue Yiji's support, don't look at anyone's face.

With only your own strength, straighten your spine and stand up.

He was bleeding, his body was shaking, and he seemed to be going to collapse at any moment.

But still standing.

A mocking expression suddenly appeared on his pale face, and Kenya said to someone who didn't know where he was.

"At the end of the day, you just have to see what I say, see if I dare to break your rules of the game, and see if I dare to continue desperately. 」

Bayi Yonglin's face stiffened slightly, and he had already heard the resolute meaning from Jian Ya's tone.

Kenya is different from normal humans or outsiders. For him, who came to this place and even became self-conscious, it was a coincidence that he should live spontaneously and be free.

But many people don't want him to be free like this, and they are forcing him to make some statements.

He understood the meaning of his existence and identity, which might be too terrifying for the youkai, but he never thought of himself as the swordsman he was 1,300 years ago.

So now he's in pain.

Once you think that in the eyes of those who are sincere to him and kind to him, they see not their own figure, but other existence, and their hearts will be very painful.

Gensokyo, who has been rejecting him until now.

It's really painful to live like this.

That's why he likes the world and the temple.

No one there will regard him as the reincarnation of the Eight Meanings Sword Ya, Huiyin will not, Sister Hong will not, the uncle who always brings him rice wine in the people will not, the mother-in-law who greets him on the road will not, and the students in the dojo who mock him for not being good at math will not.

Now such days are going to be taken away.

So he was furious.

and the angry heart will bleed.

He raised that hand, bleeding and holding the sword.

"I will not give up my persistence and willingness, and things can only be respected and followed if they are done reasonably. 」

"Maybe one day, my blood will run out, my heart will stop beating, and my soul will be scattered in this world. 」

He said with his broken sword held horizontally across his chest, directly in front of the beating heart.

"But I won't give up my persistence, that's my last will, that's my kendo. A swordsman's sword can be broken, and a swordsman can even do without a sword, but not without persistence. 」

He burst into tears and cried.

"This is my last insistence, I will not let anyone take him, not death. 」

Bayi Yonglin looked at Jian Ya's eyes seriously for a long time, and finally she sighed as if she was fated, and easily held his hand, and then spread out his palm and held the sword.

The broken sword was an eyesore in her hand, and her strong presence made the sense of strangeness very strong.

At this moment, Jian Ya is very weak, and it is impossible for Fujiwara Meihong and Huiyin to stop themselves and their disciples from joining forces.

If you want to kill Kenya, it can be said that it is as easy as a finger.

But she didn't.

Bayi Yonglin doesn't know swords, and she doesn't even understand swords, but no matter how stupid she is, she understands a truth.

"You didn't hold the sword like that. 」

She placed the hilt of her sword in the palm of her hand, then closed his weak fingers one by one to the hilt, and tightened her grip on the sword with more force than before.

Finally she said.

"Now that you understand, don't let go. 」

Blood flowed down.

But it is not the blood of the sword.

It was the blood of Yayi Yonglin, and when she handed the hilt to Jianya, she held the blade herself, so she bled out.

Everyone seemed to be only sighing at this, but they didn't notice that when Yongrin's blood passed through the wound on the palm of Kenya's hand, Kenya's wound had already begun to heal quickly and scab.

Only Mianyue Yiji noticed this, she touched the little white hair on her sideburns, and then looked at the white hair of Bayi Yonglin, and realized.