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For this "Father" who had given him a body in this world,

Jinjian was sincerely respectful and grateful.

Therefore,

He was willing to help as long as it was within his ability.

And Sanjō Munechika was the only one in the world who could enjoy such special treatment.

Hearing Fu Mourning God's question,

Sanjō Munechika closed his eyes and sighed. "There's nothing to hide about this matter,

After all, it's related to you. "

"About me?"

Jinjian slowly lowered his eyes,

Then he thought of a possibility.

Sanjō Munechika rubbed his forehead in distress. "Yesterday, you caused a phenomenon in the world when you came out of the furnace, so His Majesty the Emperor specially issued an imperial edict to borrow you to take a look."

That imperial edict was sent this morning,

It was a long and voluminous article.

After putting aside the nonsense that didn't hurt or itch..,

The general meaning was..

I heard that your family has a big treasure. Bring it into the palace for me to see.

The imperial edict was very polite,

However, Sanjō Munechika knew in his heart that once he was liked, Jinjian would probably become a royal artifact in minutes!

He was really careless.

Yesterday, after being fooled by Daitengu, he actually forgot about the royal nobles who liked to watch the show the most.

Compared to the great monsters that made people's hearts jump,

The new treasures were obviously more to their liking.

Although it was a great honor to be a royal artifact, but... but how could the current Sanjō Munechika be willing!

"You don't want me to enter the palace."

Jinjian noticed Sanjō Munechika's hesitation,

He turned his gaze and said, "If this is your wish,

Then I won't go. "

Fu Mourning God's tone was calm and cold, as if he was defying the Emperor's decree,

It was just a small matter.

Sanjō Munechika calmed down with relief,

Then he thought about it for a long time,

In the end, he gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh —

Enter the palace!

Since he couldn't avoid it, he might as well face it head-on!

But this time, Sanjō Munechika only brought the real body of the Odachi with him. He did not let the Fu Mourning God Jinjian follow him.

After all, there were many Onmyojis in the palace. They might not be as tolerant as Haruaki Abe towards the Fu Mourning God, who did not conform to common sense.

Sanjō Munechika got on the ox-cart and slowly drove towards the Imperial Palace.

Jinjian stood silently in front of the mansion. His tall and straight figure was enveloped by a layer of faint morning light, as if he was about to melt in this hazy glow.

…

This was not the first time Sanjō Munechika had entered the palace.

As a famous swordsmith in Kyoto, due to various reasons, he did not enter the palace many times, but it was also not a few times.

However, because his state of mind was different this time, the magnificent halls that he used to sigh with admiration, and the dignified maids that brushed past him, did not attract Sanjō Munechika's attention at all this time.

The female official in charge of leading the way walked in front, leading Sanjō Munechika around one palace after another, and finally walked into a winding corridor.

"Stop."

A woman's voice suddenly sounded. The end of the voice trembled slightly, and it was indescribably delicate and long.

Sanjō Munechika and the female official turned their heads and saw a woman slowly walking from the corner —

She was wearing the most common maid's kimono in the palace, but the lapel, which was supposed to be tightly closed, was unconventionally half open, revealing the woman's round shoulders and delicate figure.

The woman caught up with Sanjō Munechika in a few steps, ignoring the female official who was staring at her with wide eyes.

"You must be Lord Sanjō. I've heard so much about you."

The woman unhurriedly adjusted her loose lapel, and then her gorgeous red lips curled up, revealing a flamboyant and frivolous smile.

Seeing this, the female official was so angry that she took two deep breaths.

She was originally the personal maid of the Emperor, so how could she tolerate such rude behavior, "How dare you!

Which palace are you from?

Your clothes and actions are simply impudent! "

Facing the female official's angry reprimand, the woman only half covered her head and glanced at her —

What reflected in the female official's vision was not the human eyes that she had disguised at first.

The white of her eyes was a terrifying pitch black, and it was a bloody hole that could swallow everything.

In such a dark eye, there was a pair of molten gold pupils, and a strange light flashed in them, like a fierce beast baring its fangs, sharp and dangerous.

The female official was so shocked that she took a step back. She almost wanted to scream without caring about anything else.

However, her dry throat seemed to be strangled by someone, and all possible sounds were lost in the fear of extinction.

Her lips repeatedly trembled a few times, and she couldn't make a sound. Her face was pale, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

Sanjō Munechika felt that something was wrong.

But before he could say anything, he saw the unidentified woman turn around and face him again.

The woman's gaze wandered over his body unscrupulously. Finally, it stopped at the Odachi he was holding in his hands.

She rubbed her chin, moved closer, and sniffed. Then she squinted her eyes and said, "As expected, it's the smell of that guy … It seems that the rumors in the capital are not completely groundless …"

While the woman was talking, she used her eyes to observe every inch of the Odachi, as if she had seen through the scabbard and clearly saw the sharp blade of the sword.

Finally, she laughed with satisfaction, "As expected of the treasure that Daitengu took a fancy to, it really is the Zhenming Sword!

It's a waste for such a treasure to be in the hands of a human. It's better to give it to a close friend! "

When these words were said, anyone would have noticed that something was wrong.

Sanjō Munechika almost didn't think, and immediately turned around and ran.

However, the woman seemed to have expected this, and in an instant, Sanjō Munechika froze in place, unable to move at all.

Sanjō Munechika was very anxious, and wanted to jump up and down, but there was nothing he could do.

So he could only watch as the woman reached out and pressed her hand on the blade of the Odachi.

Almost at the same time, Fu Mourning God, who was far away in Sanjō Mansion, seemed to have sensed something. He suddenly looked up, and a golden light flashed through his eyes.

"Psst —"

On the other side, the moment the woman touched the sword, there was a clear burning sound in the air.

Wisps of white smoke came out from the woman's left hand that touched the sword.

The scorching pain made the other party retract his hand reflexively.

As the white smoke dissipated, the originally slender white fingers were no longer there, and what finally appeared was a pair of terrifying ghostly hands.

"… Oh?

You actually broke my spell … "

The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise, and then showed an interested expression.

Since the camouflage was broken, she might as well not pretend anymore.

So her body shook, and the kimono beauty disappeared, and a tall man appeared in her place.

He wore dark clothes, and his waist, shoulders, and arms were covered with armor. His whole body exuded the smell of war and smoke, and he had already become a ghost.

Not to mention, he also had a pair of strange golden eyes, and a red horn that clearly didn't belong to a human.

The majestic great demon stood there, and all humans were afraid of his name.

He was — —

The ghost of Rashomon, Ibaraki Doji.

Sanjō Munechika looked at the demon that was slowly walking over, and knew that things were not good.

Although he had never seen Ibaraki Doji before, this person's aura was on par with Daitengu's. No matter how he thought about it, this person was not a simple character.

The Immobilization Spell had been broken, but Sanjō Munechika knew that even so, he probably couldn't escape.

So he held the odachi tighter, and suppressed his fear, and said, "Your Excellency, you must be a great demon, why do you have to make things difficult for a small knife maker like me?"

Ibaraki Doji snorted, showing that he didn't buy it, "Human, hand over the sword."

Due to the pride of a great demon, Ibaraki Doji naturally had no interest in killing a human, but if the other party didn't cooperate, he didn't mind doing it.

Of course, if it was just a normal day, he wouldn't be so serious about the sword.

But now, he was busy building a palace for his close friend, a palace with all the rare treasures in the world!

It was also because of this that Ibaraki Doji came to the capital.

After all, there were the most beautiful women, the best jewelry, and the most gold and silver in the world … … And these were the things that were urgently needed to build the palace.

Just yesterday, Ibaraki Doji, who was disguised as a maid and wandering around the palace, suddenly heard that there would be a rare treasure today, and it was said that it was a rare treasure that even Daitengu was tempted by.

So, in the spirit of "the best belongs to your close friend", Ibaraki Doji simply came to stop him.

That was how the current scene came to be.

Sanjō Munechika didn't know the twists and turns of the cause and effect, but he could see that the great demon in front of him wouldn't give up so easily.

But even so — —

"Today's sword is the masterpiece that I cherish the most in my life.

Whether it's the Emperor or Your Excellency, I won't hand it over! "

Ibaraki Doji smirked when he heard this, and his left hand was surrounded by a dense demonic aura, "You have a backbone, but — —"

"Also very stupid."

The armor made a clanking sound, and the arrogant great demon stretched out his claws, intending to cleanly get rid of the human in front of him.

… …

In the distant three mansions, Fu Mourning God, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his golden eyes.

His hand slowly touched the side of his waist. His body should have been hanging there, but now it was empty.

But even so, Fu Mourning God still made a few grasps, and then silently lowered his eyes — —

… … Demonic aura.

Father, there's danger.

Realizing this, Fu Mourning God straightened his body expressionlessly.

His brilliant golden eyes suddenly surged with some sort of agitated emotion, and it was like a dormant volcano had been revived. Scorching lava was gushing out, and it was bound to obliterate everything within its sight.

Step by step, he walked out of the room and came to the courtyard.

Then, he calmly raised his head and looked in the direction of the palace.

— — Oh no, he seems to be …

— — A little angry.