Hua Yan, who felt that she was extremely face-blind, braced herself and relied on her inhuman memory to memorize the appearance and names of the seventy-nine swords in the Honmaru.
"As for me, my name is Hua Yan. I'm 317 years old this year. I'm no longer a child."
Hua Yan scratched her face with one finger and introduced herself, "I don't like to go out. My hobby is reading … books. I'm good at … flower arrangement …"
So, the Lord was a dignified lady who had been raised in a boudoir!
The Japanese Funerary Deities, who had a rich history and culture, naturally accepted this setting.
If the Lord loved to read books, she must be a dignified woman full of wisdom. She was good at flower arrangement. What an elegant hobby!
The Funerary Deities, who had not kept up with the times, did not know that there was a kind of book called a novel, and there was a kind of picture album called a manga.
As for flower arrangement …
Don't you have any idea how to arrange your branches and leaves to look good in your heart?!
The generation gap was not small. The Inquisitors and the Funerary Deities lived under the same roof in such a strange way.
On the third day of Hua Yan's stay, her original body, the rose bush, also officially settled in the center of the domain. At the same time, the Reiki flowing in the Honmaru Funerary Deities and the Reiki forming the domain boundary changed instantly.
If Old Matsuyama's Reiki was as gentle as a mountain and as vast as the sea, then Hua Yan's Reiki was like a plant. Although it was not strong enough, it had endless tenacity.
The Reiki, which was as clear and gentle as a sprout after the rain, washed the sky in an instant, and a fine rain fell in the Honmaru.
After the rain, the rainbow appeared, and the cherry trees in the courtyard fell in profusion, indicating that a new Inquisitor had entered the Honmaru.
The Funerary Deities, who were born with the Inquisitor's Reiki as a medium, could feel the difference even more. Hua Yan's Reiki had the power of seduction. The dangerous and suffocating romance was as thick as oil paint, as if it was attracting people to fall.
Although surprised, the Funerary Deities quickly adapted to this new source of power. Unlike Old Matsuyama's Reiki, which was more inclined towards healing, the Inquisitor's Reiki was obviously extremely aggressive.
But there was one Funerary Deities who was very unhappy.
The moment the Zong San Zuo Language felt the Reiki in his body changed, he only had one feeling towards the Inquisitor's Reiki's Reiki — thorns.
It was like a rose blooming on a thicket of thorns, beautiful beyond compare. He could not help but approach it.
Like the Reiki's Reiki.
The Zong San Zuo Language went from a dowry knife to a commander knife, and then from a combat knife to a decorative knife. After more than eight hundred years, he had been sharpened twice. Even if he was unwilling, even if he hated it, he had already accepted his fate.
He was powerless to break free from the shackles of the Caged Bird, but he never liked being tied up.
His harshness, his mockery, every bit of it was a sign of his dissatisfaction with fate, and … his powerless acceptance of his fate.
No matter how much he disliked it, the Blade of the World was already his title, his god's base, and the foundation of his existence. No matter how dissatisfied he was, his blade had already become so fragile that it had become a complete decoration.
A bird whose wings had been broken.
Even if it flew out of the birdcage, it had already lost its wings to soar in the sky forever.
However, a flower full of thorns appeared on a distant mountain peak. He actually wanted to fly over to take a look, because it had a magical attraction.
And then be tied up again?
Wasn't this a little too ridiculous?
It wasn't that the Zong San Zuo Language didn't dislike the new Divine Inquisitor.
In fact, after staying by Old Song's side for so many years, he had begun to learn to let go of some things.
He was in pain because of the knot in his heart, because of the fixed fate, and because he couldn't let go of himself.
But when he took the gorgeous flower from the Divine Inquisitor's hand, his heart turned cold, as if he had caught something that made him feel pain, suffocated, and unable to remember.
This feeling of danger, but he couldn't help but get closer.
It was like another kind of predestined fate.
But, would she be another cage?
The Zong San Zuo Language didn't know.
The mark of the Demon King left on his body became the shadow of a butterfly's wings after he transformed into a human form.
The nightmare that he couldn't get rid of was branded in his soul again and again.
After Hua Yan's body was transplanted, she fell into a coma for three days.
In an instant, the spiritual power that was enough to supply the entire Honmaru and the domain enchantment was extracted. Even if Hua Yan was prepared, she couldn't withstand it.
When she woke up, the Funerary Deities in the Honmaru were full of joy. Although the Time Government had said so in advance, they couldn't suppress their concern for the safety of their Lord.
Although Hua Yan always felt that their kindness to her came inexplicably, she still accepted their care and kindness.
These were all things that couldn't be let down.
Although she wasn't satisfied with the profession of the Divine Inquisitor, since she had done it, she had to take responsibility.
After Hua Yan took office, she didn't have any tasks to deal with.
First, her main task was to bear the burden of the spiritual power that was extracted by the domain enchantment. Second, this Honmaru had already been perfected, the sword tent was complete, and the training was full. There was basically nothing to worry about.
Inheriting her grandfather's Honmaru, Hua Yan and the Funerary Deities didn't have any barriers between them. They didn't need to break in to tolerate each other. For the Funerary Deities, they were like the guardian swords that were handed over to the heir by the head of the family.
What Hua Yan needed to do was to adapt to such a life as soon as possible and strengthen her own strength.
When Hua Yan saw the beauty that made her fall in love at first sight again, it was already a month later.
During this time, she had been very busy. Aside from the various short swords, the swords that came and went around her were to suppress the Hasegawa Division and Once A Week, the two swords that were in charge of the main affairs. There weren't many opportunities for her to meet other swords.
Because the Honmaru already had its own set of operating procedures, Hua Yan didn't want to make too many changes. She just let them do things according to the rules, and she hid in the room to cram in the knowledge of the profession of the Divine Inquisitor.
The duties of the Divine Inquisitor, the intelligence of the army, the attributes and history of various swords, these were all her homework.
Every sword in the Honmaru was a famous sword with a glorious history. Their previous owners were all dragons and phoenixes among men, extremely illustrious.
Hua Yan understood the history of all the swords, so naturally, she wouldn't miss the Zong San Zuo Language's "Seize the Blade of the World".
Hua Yan's first impression was actually not wrong. The Zong San Zuo Language's swords had a similar charm to her — decadent and beautiful, dangerous and romantic.
Because the whole life of the Zong San Zuo Language was a story of being teased by fate, so he had a contradictory temperament.
There was coldness hidden in his magnificence, and nobility hidden in his despair. He wanted to soar into the sky, but fate had broken his wings.
So there was the current Zong San Zuo Language.
Sympathy? Was it pity? No. Looking through the history of swords and swords, for Hua Yan, it was more like reading a heavy and dull story.
The strong didn't need pity. Hua Yan felt that Theta Sagittarii didn't need it.
He was used as a symbol of dishonor to his old master. He was sharpened, re-sharpened, and burned. The story of his life was heavier and more tragic than she imagined. But looking at the current Zong San Zuo Language, Hua Yan was convinced.
He might not have the ability of a strong person, but he had the heart of a strong person.
Although he was already full of holes.
His spine still supported his bones and blood, standing upright.
Hua Yan felt that she was already a three-hundred-year-old rose. Although she was deeply influenced by human culture, she was still different from human beings.
In the world of plants, there was only the saying that people who liked each other were together. The so-called love and hope were actually quite distant.
Even if Hua Yan was a rose that symbolized passionate love.
"Theta Sagittarii."
She called his name directly. When she saw him looking back, her expression was calm.
"Although there were many misunderstandings when we first met, I still want to say —"
"You are very beautiful, very beautiful, the most beautiful existence I have ever seen."
"The history that shaped you must have been carved with a delicate knife. It carved your appearance, but it couldn't wear away your strength of character, so you are always beautiful."
"Roses are very suitable for you."
Hua Yan smiled and waved at Theta Sagittarii, but found that Theta Sagittarii's expression suddenly became a little strange.
Hua Yan thought about it. Probably as long as one was a man, they wouldn't like to be said that they were "suitable for roses."
But that was Hua Yan's sincere opinion. Instead of saying that she was a thorn bird that died in thorns, it was better to say that she was blooming proudly above the thorns.
"Are you trying to say that you like me?"
Zong San Zuo Language smiled faintly. Under the colorful flowers and trees, pink-haired Funerary Deities' lips curled up carelessly. It was a kind of irreverent, or perhaps a smile with a bit of sarcasm.
"One day, you will realize that what you want is not me, but the fact that you want me."
— — To get Zong San Zuo Language is to get the world.
It has always been like this.
He looked at the Divine Inquisitor and said, "I can't resist you, I'm just your bird in a cage."
It seemed that he was mocking himself, or he had accepted his fate and said a fact.
Saying such words like a chant, Theta Sagittarii looked at the Divine Inquisitor with the same smile, waiting for her to become angry, or awkwardly escape.
But there was none, the Divine Inquisitor just showed a strange, indescribable expression.
"So you are Neji Hyuga?"
Zong San Zuo Language: "… Who is Neji Hyuga?"
Hua Yan: "It's a beautiful young man with a job of rolling his eyes."
Zong San Zuo Language: "… You're joking." It really made the sword unhappy.
So they parted on bad terms.
Hua Yan felt that she and Zong San Zuo Language were probably incompatible. Every time they met, they would argue with each other, and no one could convince the other.
It's not that Hua Yan was bragging. She has been immersed in the 2D world for many years, and her tricks are long and wild. Her ability to talk is absolutely at the max level. Why is it that every time she talks to Theta Sagittarii, it's like a chicken talking to a duck?
# Generation gap, it's definitely a generation gap! #
Hua Yan sat on the cushion, holding the mouse with one hand to scroll through the web page, and reached out to scratch her feet.
This is the bad thing about Japanese-style houses. The whole house is covered with tatami, and there are only low tables and cushions. If you kneel for a while, your feet will go numb.
But it's very convenient to scratch your feet.
A beauty is a beauty, and her foot scratching is extraordinarily extraordinary.
After returning to her room, Hua Yan began her daily life as an 2D otaku. She clicked on a movie and laughed until she fell over.
When Iris sent a greeting message, Hua Yan was laughing happily. Iris asked her how she got used to it, and she replied truthfully, "Not bad. Although the job of God's Inquisitor is Mary Sue from head to toe, the Funerary Deities are very easy to get along with."
When it comes to "easy to get along with", it's inevitable to think of the only special exception. Hua Yan thought for a while, and then asked her clan sister, "Sister, do you know anything about Zong San Zuo Language?"
Iris and Rose were both famous battle maniacs in the clan, but compared to Rose's occasional saltiness, Iris was more like a serious and ascetic officer. She also had experience of being an Inquisitor for a year in her resume.
"Zong San Zuo Language? I have a bit of an impression. Zuo Wenwen's family is quite special, full of negative energy. But I admire Little Ye Zuo Wenwen very much. Among the three brothers in the family, the youngest brother has the highest awareness. "
"As for Theta Sagittarii, I don't know how to explain him to you. I can only say that he sees himself too clearly."
"He knows his own ambitions and unwillingness, and he also knows his own powerlessness and fate. So he is conflicted, in pain, in sorrow, and in hesitation."
"You want to understand him? Why don't you go out with him once? "
Hua Yan felt that her clan sister's words made sense. She was about to nod in agreement when Iris suddenly said, "You care so much about him? Don't tell me it's love at first sight? Although he is indeed your type. "
Hua Yan, who was exposed, did not panic. Deeply influenced by Western culture, she was a very passionate and unrestrained King Kong Barbie. She immediately replied with a smile, "It's very romantic, isn't it? He has already accepted my roses. "
"Wake up, didn't you say that you're not used to the reserved love of Eastern people?"
"Yes." Hua Yan continued with a smile, "It's okay, I'm not reserved, and that's enough."
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