The man in the column is perished, and the beginning of the treatment is not miserable

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Wow——!

"My lord..."

"...This is...what..."

"…that legend…"

Several pillars raised their heads in unison and looked blankly at Shang Quan Nai, who was sitting on the edge of the roof, holding an old scroll in his hand.

They couldn't react for a while.

Shang Quanna looked straight at the last section of the scroll.

On the last section of the scroll, there is a badly worn picture painted with mineral pigments.

In the old painting, six swordsmen-looking people stand side by side, with the two people standing in the middle

One person had yellow hair and a hideous scar on his face, standing sideways in the middle of the six people.

The other one was wearing a dark red haori, holding a sword with a white handle and a red body in his hand.

He seemed to be younger than the other five people, and his face lacked a trace of solemnity.

At this time, he looked towards the corner of the painting.

A woman with pink hair and braids stood on the rooftop in the background, holding a white projectile in her hand.

rustle……

Shang Quannai's fingers gently rubbed the edge of the bamboo painting and looked at the people in the picture carefully.

Because of the paintings, the people in the paintings looked almost exactly the same, and he could only identify the characters in the paintings through some characteristics.

——Sakura Mochi... Renshan... and Shigeru...

Several people looked at Shang Quannai on the roof in shock, their minds echoing with what their lord had said.

"Lord!" A few drops of cold sweat dripped from Minazuki's white forehead. He took a few deep breaths and looked at Ubuyashiki Sukeyo:

"What I'm describing is Mr. Shangquan... in the end..."

"What means?"

Inagaki Jiichiro took over Minazuki Shiro's words and looked at Ubuyashiki Fukeyo with confusion.

Several people's faces were full of doubts. They felt that the sudden amount of information was too great and they could not react for a while.

Only Purgatory Jinjuro looked at Shang Quanna blankly, and then his eyes gradually became brighter, and he looked excitedly at his colleagues beside him.

At this time, Uyashiki Sukeyo's gentle voice slowly came from the rooftop:

"What I mean is...the shrine of Saagiri Mountain has always been enshrined,"

"The story of the god who forged the pillar sword and sealed the Ghost King."

"It is written based on the experience of Mr. Izumi."

"Similarly...the Demon Slayer Corps was also originally established by Mr. Kamizumi."

Gululu——

Tatsuki picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Uyashiki Sukeyo to soothe her throat.

"But! But..." Shuiwu Yuebai frowned tightly, his mouth was open, and the words were stuck in his throat.

Kazama Nariya opened his mouth slightly and looked at Ubuyashiki Sukeyo in disbelief.

At this time!

Whoosh!

A red figure quickly drew towards this side from the horizon!

Ubuyashiki Sukeyo raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound of breaking through the air, although he couldn't see anything at all.

The people in the audience who were in a daze saw Uyashiki Sukeyo raising his head, and they all followed his gaze and looked towards the horizon behind them.

I saw a little red light approaching quickly, and then became bigger and bigger.

next moment.

boom! !

The red figure slammed into the open space of the courtyard, causing a huge cloud of dust, and visibility was extremely low for a while.

The ground cracked in a radial pattern along the landing point, raising large amounts of dust mist.

Shang Quannai put away the scroll, raised his head, and squinted his eyes to look at the vague human figure in the flying dust mist.

Then, he slowly opened his eyes wide and froze on the spot.

A familiar voice came from the flying dust:

"Ubuyashiki!"

"What do you mean?!"

A pink-haired girl wearing a red and white miko costume slowly stepped out of the smoke. She immediately turned her attention to the roof, stretched out her finger and was about to shout:

"Grab it with me..."

The pupils that gradually turned pink shrank slightly under the sunlight, and the miko's eyes moved slightly to the side from Ubuyashiki Sukeyo.

"!"

Her stretched out fingers trembled slightly, her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and her eyes turned red unconsciously.

The memories and hardships of the past suddenly came to mind, and the miko's vision slowly became blurry.

"...This...is the...miko from Samagiri Mountain."

"…Um."

"…really."

"The one who is called the Eight Hundred Bhikshunis..."

Inagaki Jiichiro and Minazuki Shiro leaned together, whispering to each other, but Minazuki Shiro's head was covered with cold sweat.

He silently wiped his forehead and then swallowed.

--terrible! That miko!

Minazuki Shiro turned his head in panic, no longer looking in the direction of the miko.

"...Sakura cake." Shang Quanna stood up from the roof and gently put down the scroll in his hand.

"Uh... Gu..." Kanroji Sakuracake was wearing a red and white miko uniform. She pursed her lips and blinked her eyes hard, trying to hold back her tears.

She looked at Shang Quannai's clothes, and all the moments in the past six hundred years came to her mind. Her nose felt sour, she gritted her teeth, and she could no longer hold back the tears.

boom!

Stomp your feet hard!

Whoosh! She turned into an afterimage and disappeared instantly!

Tears slid down her cheeks, floating in the air and falling towards the ground.

boom! !

Ganluji Sakura Cake instantly smashed into Shang Quannai's arms!

Shang Quanna was caught off guard and coughed out two mouthfuls of blood. He took a few deep breaths and looked down at Kanroji Sakura Cake who was hugging him tightly.

She hugged Shang Quannai tightly, her tight-lipped spirit suddenly relaxed, six hundred years of grievance suddenly collapsed, and tears poured out.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Kanroji Sakuracake cried loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...It's been six hundred years already!!"

"Why did you wake up so late!"

"Why!"

Kanroji Sakura's eyes were red. She raised her head and looked at Shangquan Nai who lowered her head. Tears hung in the corners of her eyes. She lowered her lips and sobbed, shouting:

"Everyone! Everyone is dead!"

"...wuwuwu..."

When Shang Quannai heard Ganlu Temple's words, his heart trembled suddenly, and his hands trembled slightly.

Gently patting the back of Ganluji Yingbing, Shang Quanna wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth without leaving a trace, lowered his head, and a stream of words stuck in his throat.

"sorry…"

He looked at the pear blossoms of Ganlu Temple's cherry cakes with rain, gently hugged her back with both hands, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and whispered:

"I'm back."

Kanroji Sakurabake's shoulders were hunched up from sobbing. After hearing Shangquan Nai's words, tears flowed down silently.

Her voice trembled slightly with a cry, and she grabbed Shang Quannai's shoulders with her hands:

"…Welcome back."

In the courtyard.

Several pillars looked at the crying Kanroji Sakuracake in shock, as if they had never seen such an appalling thing in their lives.

"...That... Eight Hundred Bhikshunis... are you crying?" Mizuna Yuebai looked at Ganlu Temple's cherry cake and murmured blankly.

"Hmm..." Jiichiro Inagaki nodded similarly dullly.

"…Cried."

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