In fact, the scenery in Honmaru was influenced by the judge himself, and after Kitsunosuke's explanation, Qiao Xi neatly set up the courtyard as a spring day.

As soon as the scenery changed, the entire Honmaru looked like it lit up in an instant.

The yin qi that had gathered because of the degeneration of the sword men seemed to have dispersed in an instant, and Qiao Xi squinted his eyes and looked at the sky - well, it was a very clear and beautiful blue.

He pursed his lips and smiled slightly.

Regardless of whether they were willing or not, all the sword men were all presentable at the moment, tidying up their rooms or cleaning the courtyard, but only a slight change made this originally lifeless city bloom with pleasant vitality.

Qiao Xi stood under the blooming cherry blossom tree and muttered for a while, and suddenly realized that he didn't know what else to do except change the scenery of the garden.

- I haven't done housework or anything for hundreds of years, and I really have to start it, and I really don't know what to do for a while.

He glanced at the unknown man with the sword who was squatting in the field to clear the weeds, thought for a moment, and walked over to that side.

The young man with long light pink hair glanced at him, and a smile appeared on his face that could not tell whether it was mockery or something:

"It's going to get covered in dirt......"

Qiao Xi looked at him delicately, a little surprised by the attitude shown by the other party without any negative emotions.

After a pause, he pointed to a handful of dry weeds pulled out of the young man's hand, and asked in a low voice, "How to deal with this?" ”

The young man stopped what he was doing and looked up—Qiao Xi saw it clearly this time, and the expression on his face was indeed mocking.

"Oh? Do you have to work too? ”

He looked Qiao Xi from head to foot with a gaze that could be called frivolous, and the mockery on his face became more and more intense:

"Well, this kind of clothing is not suitable for work."

As he said this, his gaze deepened for a moment.

——Qiao Xi's image of a gentle and harmless noble son on the outside just evokes the malice in the heart of Zong Sanzuo's text.

He is the third left text of Zongsan.

It is called a knife that "acquires the blade of the world".

He had seen so many seemingly innocuous nobles who had become insane like demons because of their power.

So, is this inquisitor who seems to be a noble son, like his appearance, really desireless?

Zong Sanzuo used the greatest malice to speculate on the inner thoughts of the new God Inquisitor, but there was no clue on his face.

With his usual mockery and sighing expression, he expressed to the naïve inquisitor the idea that "a noble son like you who is not productive just needs to sit there and wait, and this kind of labor activity is not what you should do", and then he saw the delicate young man tilt his head, and his eyes were full of seriousness.

"Hmm...... In that case, it won't take much effort, right? ”

The boy said as he held out his hand.

- Zong Sanzuo's text can see that his fingers are also like him, slender and delicate.

The slender and flexible fingers just lightly tapped in the void, and just when Zong Sanzuo was about to impatiently send people away, the barren fields suddenly glowed with a hint of new green.

Zongsanzuo's eyes widened, watching the withered plant pull out soft shoots, and it seemed that it was just a blink of an eye, and his eyes were covered in a lush green.

"No, Xiaosheng is not human."

He suddenly remembered that the boy standing under the cherry blossom tree was holding the fox, and said this with a faint expression.

Zong San didn't know why, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

- Not human......

He quietly clasped his palm, lowered his head to the young man's very clear looking pupils, and said the lines that he should have said when he was not degenerate:

"I am, Zong San Zuo text.

Do you want the symbol of the king to serve......

“……”

Qiao Xi was silent for a moment, thought about it very seriously, and politely opened his mouth before Zong San's left text pupil was completely blackened:

"Xiaosheng is Fengyue."

He paused, a little hesitant, but finally asked his doubts:

"What does that ...... mean 'symbol of the king'?"

"Huh? Didn't the Inquisitor listen? The famous knife known as 'Obtaining the Blade of the World', Zongsanzuo Text? ”

It was a mustache that didn't know when he came over.

For the mustache cut, Qiao Xi's senses are still quite complicated.

However, on the whole, except for those short knives that look relatively harmless in terms of height, among the large knives, Qiao Xi's favorability for mustache cutting is the highest.

Qiao Xi blinked his eyes and exclaimed:

"Is it so powerful?"

“……”

Zong Sanzuo looked at Qiao Xi's eyes with a subtle light, but he didn't speak, but the mustache next to him didn't know what he thought, and suddenly held his stomach and laughed loudly.

The three of them were standing in the backyard, originally because of the sudden changes in the backyard, they attracted the attention of a group of sword men, and when they paid attention, they could naturally see Qiao Xi and the two sword men standing there.

I looked at it silently before, but now I saw that I couldn't stop laughing, and the eyes of the other sword men drifted over one by one unconsciously.

Qiao Xi was at a loss.

He couldn't help but sigh deeply and sadly.

- Sure enough, this Honmaru is poisonous.

He scratched his cheek for some reason, then turned to look for another place, but before he could lift his foot, he felt his sleeve be pulled.

Look back - it's the left text of Zongsan.

The young man seemed a little nervous because he was unknown.

To be honest, Qiao Xi didn't care much about the reason for his nervousness, but he still felt a little weird if he was pulled by him and didn't speak.

Shaking his sleeves helplessly, Qiao Xi raised his head slightly to meet the young man's melancholy gaze:

"What's the matter?"

The mustache next to him snorted meaninglessly, but the two people in the opposite gaze ignored him.

Qiao Xi looked at Zong San very patiently, wanting to know why this sword man who had obviously harbored great malice towards him before suddenly changed his attitude.

- Yes.

Although Zong Sanzuo always seemed to show only mockery and awkwardness when he spoke to Qiao Xi, he was very sensitive to breath, and Qiao Xi could still easily detect the malice that the other party was hiding under the calm appearance.

- Speaking of which, it's really amazing.

Whether it's the Sozo left text in front of him, or the seemingly normal mustache next to him, every sword of this Honmaru hides an indescribable malice under its delicate appearance.