Huayan, who felt that she was extremely blind, gritted her teeth and relied on her inhumane memory and forced herself to remember the appearance and name of the Seventy-Nine Sword of Honmaru.

"What about my name? My name is Huayan, Shame Flower, Yingyan, I am 317 years old this year and I am no longer a child."

Hua Yan scratched her face with one finger and introduced herself: "On weekdays, she doesn't like going out, she likes to read...books, and is good at...flower arrangement..."

It turns out that the Lord is a dignified lady who is not known to anyone in the boudoir!

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If you love reading, the Lord must be a dignified woman full of wisdom; she is good at flower arrangement, and she is so elegant and quiet!

Fu Sangshen, who did not keep up with the times, did not know that there is a book called novels and a picture album called comics.

As for flower arrangement...

How can my branches and green leaves look better when they place them, aren’t you sure you think about it?!

The generation gap is not ordinary, and the god-students and Fu Sang-students live strangely under the same roof.

On the third day after Huayan moved in, her body rose bush also officially settled in the center of the field. At the same time, the spiritual power flowing in the body of the Honmaru Fu Sanshen and the spiritual power that made the domain barrier changed instantly.

If Lao Song’s spiritual power is as gentle as a mountain and as vast as the sea; then Hua Yan’s spiritual power is like a plant, although not strong enough, it has endless tenacity.

The spiritual power, as clear and gentle as new buds after the rain, instantly washed away the sky, and a thin rain fell into the wall.

After the rain, the rainbow first appeared, and the cherry blossom trees in the courtyard fell colorfully, indicating that the new god-taughter had taken over the master.

Fu Sangshen, who were born in the world with the spiritual power of the god-study, can feel the difference even more. Hua Yan's spiritual power carries a charming magic, a dangerous and suffocating romance, as thick as oil paint, as if attracting people to fall.

Although surprised, Fu Sangshen and others quickly adapted to this new source of power. Unlike Lao Song's spiritual power that tends to be healed, the spiritual power of the god-studying person is obviously extremely aggressive.

But there was one Fu Hanshen, who was very unhappy.

When Zong Sanzuo Wenzi felt the spiritual power in his body change, he had only one feeling of the spiritual power of the god-studying person - thorns.

The roses blooming on the thorn bushes were so gorgeous that he couldn't help but get close.

Then he was tied up by thorns and was covered in blood.

Zong Sanzuo's writing changed from a dowry knife to a command knife, and from a real combat knife to a decorative knife. After more than 800 years, he broke it again twice. Even if he was unwilling to hate, he had already accepted his fate.

He was unable to break free from the shackles of the bird in the cage, but he never liked to be tied up.

His meanness, his sarcasm, and every slightest sign of his dissatisfaction with fate, and his acceptance of fate that was powerless to resist.

No matter how much he doesn't like it, the blade of the world is already his name, his divine foundation, and his foundation; no matter how dissatisfied he is, his blade has become fragile and has become a complete decoration.

——The bird with broken wings.

Even if you fly out of the bird cage, you have lost your wings to soar in the sky forever.

However, a thorny flower appeared on the mountaintop in the distance, and he actually wanted to fly over and take a look because of the magical attraction.

Then be tied up again?

Isn't this too ridiculous?

Zong Sanzuo Wenzi is not disliked by this new God-Studyer.

In fact, he has begun to learn to put down some things in the years he has been with Lao Song.

He will suffer because of the depression in his heart, because of his established destiny, and because he cannot let himself go.

But when he took the gorgeous flower from the God-Surveillancer, his heart was chilling, as if he had grasped something that made him suffer and suffocate him and could not recall.

This kind of danger, but I can't help but feel close.

It's like another established destiny.

——But, will she be another cage?

Zong Sanzuo's words are unknown.

The devil's mark left on him turned into a human form and became a butterfly's wing shadow.

——The nightmare that cannot be escaped is imprinted in the soul again and again.

After Hua Yan's body was transplanted, she fell asleep for three days.

He was instantly extracted enough spiritual power to supply the entire Pill and the domain barrier. Even if Hua Yan was prepared, he could not withstand it.

When she woke up, Fu Sanshen in Honmaru all showed great joy. Although the government at the time had a say, it could not suppress their worries about the safety of the Lord.

Although Hua Yan always felt that their kindness to her was inexplicable, she still accepted their care and kindness calmly.

These are things that cannot be disappointed.

Although I am not satisfied with the profession of the God-Surveillancer, since I have done it, I have to take on my own responsibilities.

After Hua Yan took office, there were actually no tasks to deal with.

First, her main task is to bear the spiritual power extracted by the domain barrier, and second, it is because this Pill has been fully prepared, with a complete knife tent, and has full training skills, and there is basically nothing to worry about.

After inheriting grandpa's Honmaru, there was no gap between Hanayan and Fu Sangshen, and they could tolerate each other without running-in. For Fu Sangshen, they were like a guardian knife handed over by the head of the family to the heirs.

What Huayan has to do is to adapt to such a life as soon as possible and strengthen her own strength.

It was already a month later when Hua Yan met the beauty she loved at first sight again.

She has been very busy all this time. In addition to all kinds of short swords, she is the swords that are responsible for the main affairs of Hasebe and Yishiji. She has very few opportunities to meet with other swords.

Because Honmaru had already had his own operating procedures, Huayan had no intention of making too many changes, so she just asked them to act according to the rules, while she herself hid in the room and misled the common sense of the profession of the God-Studying Master.

The duties of the God-studyer, the intelligence of the marching, the attributes of various swords and history, are all her homework.

Every sword in the Honmaru is taken out with a famous sword with a glorious history. All of their old masters are extremely prominent.

Hua Yan has learned about the history of all swords, so he will naturally not miss the words "Seizing the Blade of the World".

Hua Yan's first impression is actually not wrong. Zong Sanzuo's words have a charm similar to hers - depraved and beautiful, dangerous and romantic.

Because Zong Sanzuo Wenzi's life was a story that was teased by fate, he had this contradictory temperament.

There is coldness hidden in his beauty, and there is nobility hidden in despair - he wants to soar in the sky, but fate breaks his wings.

So the current Zong Sanzuo text is found.

Is sympathy? Is sympathy? No. Looking through the history of the swordsmen, for Hua Yan, it is more like reading a heavy and dull story.

The strong don’t need mercy, and Hua Yan feels that Zong San doesn’t need it.

He was regarded as a symbol of humiliating the old master, being worn out short, being cut off again, and being burned by fire. The story on him was heavier and more tragic than she thought, but Hua Yan was convinced when she saw the current text of Zong Sanzuo.

He may not have the ability of a strong man, but he has the heart of a strong man.

Although it has long been full of holes.

But the spine still supports bones and blood, standing in a slight way.

Hua Yan feels that she is already a rose in her 300s. Although she is deeply influenced and influenced by human culture, she is different from humans after all.

In the plant world, the saying that only when you see each other, you can be together. The so-called love and hope are actually quite far away.

Even if the flower is a rose that symbolizes passionate love.

"Zong San."

She called him by his name and looked calm when she saw him looking back.

"Although I had many misunderstandings for the first time, I still want to say--"

"You are beautiful, beautiful, the best-looking existence I have ever seen."

"Those that shape your history must be carved with delicate carvings, carving the appearance, and not grinding off the character, so they are always beautiful."

“Roses are perfect for you.”

Hua Yan smiled and waved to Zong San, but found that Zong San's expression suddenly became a little strange.

Hua Yan thought about it and probably didn't like being called "suitable for roses" as long as she was a man.

But that was Hua Yan's sincere thought. It was not so much a thorn bird that died in the thorns, but rather a fresh beauty that bloomed proudly above the thorns.

"You want to say, do you like me?"

Zong Sanzuo smiled slightly with his words, under the colorful flower trees, the curve of pink hair curled his lips was careless, which was a kind of contempt or a bit sarcastic.

"One day you will find that what you want is not me, but the fact that you get me."

——After the words of the three left of Zong, you will get the world.

It's always been, it's always the case.

He looked at the God-Student and said, "I can't resist you, I'm just your cage bird."

He said a fact as if he was self-deprecating or accepting his fate.

With such words as a roar, Zong San looked at the God-Shengzhe with a smile, waiting for her to be angry or embarrassed or avoid her.

But no, neither, the God-Surveillancer only showed a strange and indescribable expression.

"So you are Hinaga Neji?"

Son Sanzuo's text: "…Who is Hinaga Neji?"
To be continued...