The next day.

"This is...!"

Sanjō Munechika looked at the Tachi in Jinjian's hand.

His voice rose due to uncontrollable surprise.

Because he was too familiar with this Tachi. To be more precise,

Yesterday, he had watched it being taken away by Gojo Kunishige.

That's right, it was Heimaru Kunishige.

However...

What really made Sanjō Munechika feel strange was that although the style was the same, this Tachi was completely black. It looked like...

"It was colored with ink?"

Sanjō Munechika rubbed his chin.

He revealed a look of disapproval. "Even if you don't like the original pure white color, you shouldn't be so unique... young people nowadays..."

He had already imagined the artistic process of Gojo Kunishige throwing the Tachi into the ink pool,

So he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.

He looked very regretful.

"He's not."

Jinjian raised his hand and pointed at the saber rack behind Sanjō Munechika. "That's yesterday's Heimaru Kunishige."

Sanjō Munechika turned around when he heard this. As expected, he saw the saber rack that he hadn't noticed before.

There was a Tachi on it.

Due to the unique structure of the saber rack, the Tachi's blade and scabbard were separated.

One was placed on top of the other.

It was more convenient for people to admire.

"Eh?"

Sanjō Munechika raised his eyebrows and looked at the two Tachi from front to back. He guessed, "It's exactly the same. Is it an imitation?"

If it was...

Then it was really a powerful guy.

"No...

They're both real. "

Jinjian lowered his eyes and pondered for a few seconds.

Thus, he quickly stopped himself from speaking.

He roughly explained what happened last night.

Sanjō Munechika listened quietly.

He said with a complicated expression, "... why does he have to make things difficult for himself?"

Sanjō Munechika had already seen the Fu Mourning God transformed from his own Katana, so he was able to accept this kind of thing very well.

Therefore, compared to Kuniei Tsurimaru's suicide, he paid more attention to Kuniei Gojo, who was also a swordsmith. As the saying goes, there is no harm if there is no comparison. Kuniei Tsurimaru looked at his cute and obedient child, and then looked at Gojo's naughty child … Kuniei Tsurimaru's sympathy instantly exploded.

"I've already left a message for Gojo Guoyong. He should see it when he wakes up."

Worried that something bad would happen again, Jinjian simply brought Kazumaru Kunoichi back, so there was this scene now.

Munechika Sanjou was naturally assured that his child would handle the matter. Thus, he nodded and turned to look at the black katana. "You mentioned earlier that Fu Sa-kami, who wielded the katana and sword, was severely injured?

What's the situation now? Is it okay to just leave it like this? "

"He's gone back to his main body."

After being seriously injured by his other self, the black crane, whose self-esteem was severely damaged, returned to his main body without hesitation. He was unwilling to show up even if he died.

As for his current state, this kind of thing could be seen from his main body.

Jinjian pulled out the tachi from the scabbard and let Sanjō Munechika see the fine cracks on the blade.

"It's badly damaged …"

Sanjō Munechika frowned at the tragic state of the tachi, "But fortunately, it's not broken like the other one. I can try to fix it."

"It's enough that father is willing to help."

Jinjian neatly put the tachi back into the scabbard, then turned his head and said, "However, a certain amount of Reiki is required when you use the sword that has already given birth to the Fu Mourning God."

For specific details, you can refer to Shinichi's practice.

When the Divine Inquisitor treated the man with the sword and saber, only by injecting Reiki could they achieve a 100% recovery effect.

Sanjō Munechika naturally didn't have Reiki, but he knew a lot of people who had Reiki. If it really didn't work, he could just find someone from Yinyang Liao.

Thus, Sanjō Munechika entrusted Yinyang Liao with the task in the morning. In the afternoon, Haruaki Abe came.

This legendary Grand Onmyoji leisurely waved his bat fan and unhurriedly stepped through the door of the three mansions.

There was a lazy smile on his face, and he was as sly as a fox that was slacking off. However, his mirror-like eyes were flowing with unfathomable profoundness.

"Haruaki -sama, why are you here?!"

Munechika Mimou clearly didn't expect that this Grand Onmyoji, who seemed to be very busy every day, would respond to such a small request.

"Yinyang Liao treats all petitions equally."

Haruaki Abe solemnly cupped his hands towards the knife craftsman, but when he got up, he slyly raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Moreover, I also miss the tea of the three mansions. If it wasn't for this task, I'm afraid that the Liao Office wouldn't have let me go."

Being detained in Yinyang Liao every day, it was rare for him to have a chance to slack off. Even the revered Grand Onmyoji didn't want to miss it.

Although the result was out of Sanjō Munechika's expectations, Haruaki Abe's help was naturally a blessing that others couldn't ask for, so he naturally wouldn't refuse.

Thus, Sanjō Munechika didn't delay and concisely explained the cause and effect.

"… So that's how it is. This is interesting."

After listening to the knife craftsman's explanation, Haruaki Abe showed a very interested expression. Then, he turned his head and looked at Fu Mourning God, "Jinjian must be holding that disobedient Tsurimaru Kuniei."

Fu Mourning God slightly nodded, "That's right. Did you find anything?"

In the field of spiritual energy, demons, and gods, Haruaki Abe was an expert in the field of spiritual energy, demons, and gods. He was also a tenacious expert in the field of "Kyoto Atomic Bomb".

And in fact, Haruaki Abe didn't disappoint.

With just a glance, the Onmyoji showed a very subtle expression, and slowly said, "This tachi is probably not the product of darkness in the traditional sense."

He tapped the fan in his hand, paused, and then continued, "Its situation seems to be a bit similar to Haruaki Kuro-"

"It's a product of darkness that was separated from the original spirit."

In layman's terms, it was a bad personality that was separated from the original spirit.

However, whether the turning point was the accumulation of negative emotions over a long period of time, or the impact of an unacceptable event, perhaps only the black crane herself knew.

"Is that so?"

Jinjian didn't show a surprised expression. He handed the tachi in his hand to the Onmyoji, "I'll leave it to you."

Fix it first, and then ask about the rest "slowly".

Haruaki Abe obediently reached out and was about to take the black tachi.

But at this moment, an unforeseen event occurred.

The tachi that was originally in Fu Mourning God's hand vibrated violently the moment it was touched by the Onmyoji.

Then, accompanied by an ear-piercing sharp sound, the sword that had already turned solid broke out of the scabbard and brushed past the Onmyoji's fingertip like a knife. In an instant, a cut was made, and blood seeped out.

Sanjō Munechika, "Haruaki -sama!"

"… Don't worry, I'm fine."

After the initial surprise, Haruaki Abe regained his calm appearance. The smile on his face didn't fade, but there was a hint of meaning in it, "What a fierce guy."

With [Astral Vision], he could see the appearance of the black Fu Mourning God hiding in the sword.

Whether it was the sharp scarlet eyes, the slightly bared canine teeth, or the unconscious low growl that came from its throat … it didn't look like a god or a monster. It was closer to a beast that had lost its mind.

"It seems that its seriously injured state has made it impossible for it to maintain a clear mind."

However, in this situation where it can only accept Jinjian, but it can't accept other people approaching it … No, to be more precise, it can only accept Jinjian.

"It seems that I made the right choice to come here."

Haruaki Abe pressed the fan against his chin and sighed softly. If such a dangerous guy was left alone, Pingan Jing would usher in another day of unrest.

Jinjian glanced at the Onmyoji, then lowered his head to look at the sword in his hand that had calmed down. There was a hint of disdain in his cold voice, "Troublesome."

The fact that the patient was unwilling to accept the doctor's treatment was a big problem.

Therefore, the most important thing right now was to think about how to make the other party behave.

Haruaki Abe pondered for a moment, then suddenly grasped the fan, "Scabbard!"

The Onmyoji looked over with bright eyes, but the Fu Mourning God remained unmoved. He calmly looked up and said, "What do you mean?"

"Swords are bound by scabbards.

However, this Zhenhe Maru is a negative product. His scabbard obviously didn't inherit this effect. "

After losing the shackles of rationality and being seriously injured, it was normal for it to lose control and go berserk.

Therefore, at this time …

"Just give him a scabbard."

Find a chain to bind him first, then the rest would be easy.

However, even though that was the case …

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jinjian sensed the Onmyoji's meaningful gaze and said coldly, "I refuse."

"That's too much, Jinjian."

The Onmyoji pretended to lament, "I haven't said anything yet."

Fu Mourning God looked down at him condescendingly.

"Excuse me …"

Sanjō Munechika wiped the sweat off his forehead. He was worried sick about his son's interpersonal relationships, "I think the scabbard on the sword rack is the most suitable."

Abe Seimei originally just wanted to tease Odachi, who had always been too cold and aloof. Now that he heard Mijou Munechika's words, he quickly turned his thoughts back to business.

The sword and scabbard of the White Crane were displayed on the sword rack.

"Indeed, there's no one more suitable than him."

Although their standpoints were different, the two Odachi were essentially "Tsurimaru Kunoichi".

Without any hesitation, Haruaki Abe walked over and reached out to take the snow-white scabbard from the sword rack.

But in the next moment …

Haruaki Abe was cut.

The Odachi that was originally quietly displayed on the scabbard suddenly rose into the air and slashed down!

But just as the Odachi was about to reach the Onmyoji, it was intercepted halfway by the Odachi.

As for the originally ferocious Tachi, the moment it collided with the Dachi, it was like a deflated balloon, softly losing its strength. Immediately, from its initial slash, it changed to — — a rub.

"Oh?"

Haruaki Abe didn't seem to care about the previous danger at all. Seeing this, he sighed with emotion, "Has he already awakened his consciousness … It seems that another Odachi is about to give birth to the Fu Mourning God."

Then, the Onmyoji asked curiously, "Can you speak now?"

The Odachi floating in the air didn't answer. It turned around and faced the Onmyoji with the back of the sword.

Haruaki Abe: "… Eh, his temper is quite bad."

Jinjian glanced at the Onmyoji with a wry smile and said, "Indeed."

When the Odachi heard the Fu Mourning God's answer, it paused for a moment. Then, it quickly rushed in front of the Fu Mourning God and used the vibration of the blade to make a few sounds — —

"Ying ying ying" QAQ

Haruaki Abe: "… It seems that it can't speak."

Jinjian didn't care about the Odachi that was still making "ying ying ying" sounds. He directly reached out and took the white scabbard on the knife rack.

The Odachi obviously knew what they were going to do, but after flying around Jinjian a few times, it pitifully hugged its wings and squatted back on the knife rack like a white crane whose nest was taken away by its owner. Okay, I'll lend it to you this time, remember to return it to me QAQ

Jinjian looked at the Odachi that was so wronged that it even forgot to make "ying ying ying" sounds. After a moment of silence, he took off his original body and placed it next to the knife rack.

White crane: "…!!!"

Jinjian put the white crane that was already fluttering to the side and quickly changed the scabbard of the black Odachi in his hand.

To be honest, a black Odachi in a white scabbard looked strange no matter how you looked at it.

Fu Mourning God, who was deeply affected by the visual impact, looked away and signaled the Onmyoji to quickly transfer Reiki.

But before Haruaki Abe could do anything, the black Odachi began to shake violently. At the same time, it made an ear-piercing buzzing sound, deeply expressing a kind of unbearable pain.

"… What happened to him?"