The journey of becoming a god of mushrooms in the ninja world

As expected, a few people woke up at noon the next day because of alcohol. After eating something casually, they chatted with each other.

Neither Seimei nor Boya had ever seen ninjas before, but this time it was an eye-opener.Hashirama also specially performed some ninjutsu for them to see. Minamoto Boya was extremely excited and asked what the principle was. Seimei, can you do it too?

Abe Seimei was also a little helpless: "Boya, I can't do everything. I can do similar things, or things that look similar, but I can't do it to such an exaggerated level. Just like me, I can make the buds bloom earlier. Opening can only give birth to things that already exist. Others are curses, which are methods that influence people's thinking to achieve it. But he is different. He directly converts vitality into a part of the spell. Human beings do not have such strong vitality. .”

Senju Hashirama was about to retort when he suddenly thought that ninjas are strictly speaking the blood of the "alien" Princess Kagetsuki. Strictly speaking, they are not pure human beings. Abe Seimei was right, ninjutsu is not pure blood. effects that humans can achieve.As for the ability to read in the Hunter World, it only occupies the home court in the Hunter World. Even a strong person like him cannot use it efficiently, let alone ordinary people.

Boya was puzzled: "But doesn't the curse you used have the same principle?"

Qingming said: "All methods are connected. It seems that the initial principles are the same, but they may be completely different things. Yin Yang Dao is a method of learning and utilizing the principles of the world. I use Yin Yang Technique to play the flute with you. Same, Boya. Can you say that your flute is any better than Lord Chanmaru's pipa?"

Chanmaru is a blind pipa master. Boya admires him very much. He once hid near the master's residence for three years to eavesdrop on his music, just to hear the master's music as he pleased.

——It would be an understatement to call him a stalker.

Although the two later became friends and Master Chanmaru taught Minamoto Boya how to play, such behavior was indeed too fanatical.

Sure enough, Boya stopped asking the embarrassing questions that even Seimei had trouble answering, and turned his curiosity to other places, such as what music masters there were in Hashirama's world, what special instruments they played, etc.

Not to mention that Hashirama can really say something. One of his friends is keen on rock music and has quite different opinions on music.

The concept of rock and roll had a spiritual impact on Boya, who was good at elegant music. He felt the huge cultural difference.

"——It seems that music is related to the environment. Maybe the world we live in is too peaceful, and nature is so beautiful, so music that praises nature is the main reason. Music that is as intense as you said is probably because of the world you live in. caused by the environment.”

Hashirama agreed: "The country of thunder is in a location where thunders are constantly falling, and their country is indeed divided among heroes. Even if the war between countries subsides, they will continue to fight internally."

After the two chatted for a while, Boya had new insights and ran into the house to write music.

When he saw Minamoto Boya skillfully finding the pen and ink at Seimei's house and writing it down, Hashirama didn't feel anything.

After a while, Boya seemed to remember his zither, and quickly found rosin and wax from the corners of Qingming's house, and used them to maintain the instrument.

Hashirama was a little speechless for a moment - these things that can only be used on musical instruments were obviously placed by Minamoto Boya at Seimei's house. Why would Abe Seimei himself not use such things?Tell me, what does it mean when a person keeps his frequently used items at another person's house?This is not a boys’ dormitory!What's the difference between you and living together? !

Perhaps his expression was too obvious, and Abe Seimei couldn't help but laugh.

"It's not what you think. It has nothing to do with passionate love or longing. The two of us are just good friends who understand each other. This is Boya's character. His heart is too soft and kind, and he always cares about others before himself. Such a character It is easy for people to get close to the hearts of others."

Hashirama: "What about you? Your Excellency, you are actually the type who is not easy to get close to, aren't you?"

Senju Hashirama noticed that Abe Seimei didn't care about him at all.

From the beginning of their conversation, Qingming always gave priority to answering Boya's questions. For his questions, he answered them solely to explain them to Boya.In fact, if Minamoto Boya wasn't around, maybe this man wouldn't even have the intention to talk to Senju Hashirama.

But precisely because of Youyuan Boya's presence, this man seemed to be able to communicate much better and was willing to talk to Senju Hashirama, whom he didn't pay much attention to.

"You have a pair of discerning eyes." Qingming actually admitted, "That's true. I - now I am also bound by the curse of 'Yuan Boya's friend'. In the eyes of gentle people, even I have become Gentleness, this is something only he can do. The reason why people like me have not become more annoying, arrogant and contemptuous of others is because I am bound by this gentle spell."

Hashirama seemed to understand, but finally concluded: "You like being with him, because being with him makes you a better you?"

Qingming replied: "That statement seems a bit utilitarian. For me, it is probably because of his presence that I feel that staying in Kyoto is not too boring. Just like the cherry blossoms, you look at them and your mood becomes soft. When I came down and saw how beautiful it was, I couldn't help but sigh in admiration and emotion. You may not want to own this flower, but you hope to come to this tree often to enjoy it. Looking at this beautiful scenery, even the taste of the wine becomes more mellow."

Senju Hashirama thought, this rhetoric sounded so familiar.Ah, by the way, didn’t he think so about the ghost lantern at first?

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Forget it, it’s meaningless what outsiders say about this kind of thing, the person involved can just be happy.

Another night passed like this. There was still drinking in the evening, but this time everyone just drank and went to bed early.The next morning, Qingming's shikigami woke everyone up, and the group followed Qingming in a daze up the mountain on an ox cart.

When we got to the foot of the mountain, the bullock carts went up, and a few people had to climb the mountain on foot.

Hashirama originally wanted to take them up directly, which would only take a moment with the ninja's physical strength, but Seimei refused.

"To see the gods, you need to climb a mountain. This is a religious ritual commonly used in many religions. I am now using this unconscious collective consciousness of most people to cast spells. The sense of ritual and sequence are very important. If you don't walk up there in person, it will be difficult to successfully see them. White Tiger.”

Hearing what he said, Hashirama could only climb up slowly with them.To be honest, walking slowly like this is more tiring than walking fast, and you have to control your speed.

Qingming also asked him to dig a box of stones at the foot of the mountain. When he climbed to the top of the mountain with the stones, he asked him to spread all the stones and scatter them in the mountain.

Boya was surprised: "Is this also a ritual?"

Qingming explained: "The stone itself has the attribute of earthly yin. The stones picked up from the mountains have the meaning of enshrining the soul. Scattering them here has the meaning of letting the soul return and offering sacrifices to the mountain god. Okay, Boya , you can play the flute."

Boya was delighted: "How did you know I wanted to blow?"

Qingming said: "You have touched the flute several times on the way up the mountain. Thank you for holding back."

Boya: "No, I just thought of a piece of music on the road, but I haven't figured out the music and rhythm yet. Qingming, I am good at the flute because I often play the flute. I often play the flute because other instruments are not as portable as the flute. , I don’t play the flute because I have to, but I play it when I feel there is a good piece of music and I want it to come from my mind into reality.”

Qingming nodded: "Of course, of course, Boya."

Hashirama's dead fish eyes: ...Three people climbed the mountain, but I don't deserve a name.Is your two-person world going to end? Are you still bragging about it?

As if aware of what he was thinking, Seimei explained remedially: "Even the gods like Boya's music, and playing music has been a way to worship the gods since ancient times. Funaoka Mountain enshrines the gods in the four directions, and the west is the seat of the white tiger. , the top of the mountain is the place closest to the stars, dawn is when the stars are not hidden, and when the gods are walking, this is the most suitable position, place and time to summon the white tiger."

Boya had already started to play the music, and it was indeed a new song as he said. It was different from the usual cheerful music. This time there was some subtle sadness and thoughts in it, but it soon became broad and majestic, like a person with strong thoughts. When people see the mountains, they have a broad mind after climbing to the top of the mountain through hardships, and all the sorrows are gone.

The music itself tells a story. Hashirama, a person who has never understood music theory, can hear the changes and can't help but be moved by it.

This song seems to describe the changes in Yuan Boya's mind as they went up the mountain, from the sadness of not expecting the song to the joy and emotion of the sadness dissipating as they climbed the mountain.

It also seems to correspond to Seimei's previous statement that "stones represent dead souls". Those dead souls with human thoughts and sorrows were originally suffering from their own pain and sorrow, but they were liberated after returning to the mountains.This is not so much an offering to the gods as a memorial to the dead. The mountain has moved and redeemed these tired travelers.

The sound of the flute had an echo.

At first, the sound of the flute echoed that of Yuan Boya, like the echo of the valley.

Later, it separated from his flute sound and had its own high and low levels.

The two phases merge, the yin and yang fluctuate, and it is so natural that it is hard to imagine that it is an improvised work without any rehearsal.

A man with long black hair and a high ponytail played the flute and walked over the clouds from the top of the mountain. The top of the mountain was just swallowed by the sea of ​​clouds. At a glance, the sea of ​​clouds looked like an endless flat bottom.But everyone knows that there are actually cliffs around it. If you walk around casually, you are likely to fall.

There was no support where the man came, so he must not be human!

Hashirama was shocked. The person who came looked the same as Enichi Jiguo whom he had seen before!But his expression was indifferent, as if he had no feeling or emotion about his surroundings.Just like the water in the mountain stream, when it flows slowly, it doesn't care about the surrounding rocks, flowers and plants.

When the song ended, Yuan Boya couldn't help but praise: "Great song!"

He wanted to take a step forward and communicate with Leyou, but Qingming stopped him in time and prevented him from getting closer.

Hashirama also reminded in a low voice: "Be careful, there is a cliff over there!"

Boya then realized in surprise that the Leyou he wanted to communicate with was not a human being.

The other party also put down his flute, but did not take any action.

The cloud where he was standing suddenly had a bulge, and a set of fluffy and huge white tails poked out from the clouds. After flapping a few times, the white body also climbed up from other positions - this was actually an extremely long tail. Huge white tiger with blue eyes!

The tiger wraps its tail around the flute player, like a large cat guarding its ball of yarn, greedy and lazy.

"Here's a trick, Qingming," Bai Hu yawned, "You have bad intentions, you have bad intentions. You want to take away what I just got. There is no such thing as cheap in the world. Use the one you have on hand in exchange , otherwise there is no need to discuss it.”