[Comprehensive Comic] Shenzi Tomie is not doing his job properly

The man who said in front of the Emperor that day that he should increase the number of construction courses. His name is Minamoto Yorimitsu, and he can be considered Minamoto Boya's cousin if calculated carefully.

Unlike Minamoto Boya, who lives a Buddhist life, he holds great power and can fight against the Fujiwara clan. It is impossible to tell whether he is a royalist or a careerist.

Before this year, before he was appointed as the next head of the Qinghe Genji family, he was still relatively unknown. It took him a long time to think about it before he remembered that the Genji family had such a young master.

If Hoshikuma Doji were here, he would probably sigh: He would be a very scary person.

But Hoshikama Doji was not there, and only Minamoto Boya sat on the side of the dojo and watched Tomie being brutally tortured by Minamoto Yorimitsu.

Tomie once again had Minamoto no Yorimitsu's wooden sword pointed at his throat, and his own wooden sword did not even complete the action of completely pulling it out.

"Not bad, at least I didn't fall this time." Minamoto no Yorimitsu took back his wooden sword and praised Tomie with a smile.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu is very patient and good at teaching. Considering Tomie's physical strength, he only taught him the sword-drawing technique that can kill with one strike. Although he was strict, he always used encouragement and teaching to Tomie.

Although Tomie is being thrown and beaten every day and has blisters on his hands due to practice, he does not have a rebellious mentality and still maintains a certain degree of excitement about learning kendo.

"Let's take a rest." Seeing the sweat on Fu Jiang's forehead, Lai Guang considerately arranged a rest.

Fujiang put away his wooden sword, and Yuan Boya immediately came over to fan him with his own fan, and also handed him the tea that had been prepared.

Fujiang pushed up his mask, held the tea in his hand and drank it in a nondescript manner.

The more Yuan Boya looked at it, the more miserable he felt. It took him nearly nine years to finally raise a child who would be no less impressive in the circle of noble men in Kyoto. After being taken in by Minamoto no Yorimitsu for a few days, his true colors were revealed.

Drinking such good tea as boiled water is really not as good as feeding cows.

Minamoto Yorimitsu, who understood Minamoto Boya's eyes, smiled and comforted: "The pure heart of the Son of God is still a child."

After hearing about his dark history, Tomie stopped causing Yuan Boya grief, straightened his mask and looked at him through the two small holes.

"What?" Minamoto Yoriguang tilted his head and looked at Tomie curiously.

Fu Jiang shook his head, not embarrassed to say it was because he heard about his dark history.

Thinking that Tomie was not used to being treated faithfully by people close to him, Minamoto Boya explained softly to Minamoto Yorimitsu: "Tomie actually prefers to be called by his first name."

Sure enough, Minamoto no Yorimitsu showed a very appropriate curiosity.

"Don't you like the identity you were born with?" He seemed to be asking Yuan Boya, but his eyes were tilted towards Fu Jiang.

Fujiang shook his head again: "Thanks to me being the Son of God, I have no worries about food and clothing, and can enjoy such good tea without having to work." He raised the clean teacup in his hand to show him.

"Even if I do really bad things, there will always be people who make excuses for me."

For example, his damn heart of black history.

"Then why?" Yuan Boya also became curious.

Fu Jiang has moved to the place where he was sitting just now and sat down imagelessly, without any sitting posture at all.

Seeing this made Yuan Boya even more headache.

How could the child he had trained for nine years become like this?

"Behind the superior life brought by status, there must be responsibility." Fu Jiang took the tea brewed by Yuanyuan Boya to refill himself.

"Because you don't want to take responsibility?" Minamoto norimitsu sat down on his knees next to him.

Fujiang shook his head vigorously, "I came to this world because of that responsibility, although I don't have any real sense of it yet."

Quietly, he actually felt that even if he didn't agree at that time, Bishamonten would most likely throw him over.

"They regard me as the son of God and give me hope, but I can't think so myself." Just like the cause of the Xuemei incident. "If I can't see myself clearly among the sounds of God's Son, then I may not be far from destruction."

Not everyone will give him face, and the identity of the Son of God is worthless until he can support it.

Yuan Boya explained for him. "Well...he means that he wants to have friends who treat him as a normal person."

Tomie kept nodding. Although the miko lady was very pretty, she didn't dare to play with him for fear that she would become dejected by playing with things.

She was always there to protect her, I was afraid of falling when I was walking, I was afraid of getting choked when I was eating... It was really, really uncomfortable.

"Ha." Minamoto norimitsu couldn't control his laughter.

Fu Jiang also laughed, finally feeling normal.

Although he couldn't say it out loud, he always felt that Yorimitsu Minamoto was a very suitable person.

The right etiquette, the right attitude towards people, the right attitude towards doing things.

He looks more like a masked person than a real masked person like him.

"I'm so sorry." A voice sounded from the door.

The three of them looked over together. Xuemei, wearing Chihaya and Hakama, was standing by the door.

Xuemei smiled: "It's time for class."

Tomie has recently been added to the divination class. After all, Shenzi is destined to be a priest in the future. How can he not even observe good and bad luck?

Tomie shrugged helplessly, stood up with the wooden sword in his arms, and was about to hand the wooden sword to Yuan Boya.

However, both Yuan Boya and Yuan Yoriguang had already walked to the door.

Fu Jiang looked at them in confusion.

Minamoto no Yorimitsu smiled happily: "It's rare to come here. I'm a little curious about how he studies elsewhere. He can't be worse than the swordsman."

Yuan Boya also laughed, but there was no smile in his eyes, "He learns anything except physical strength very quickly."

I have been learning kyudo with him for almost nine years, but I only learned the stance method. Learning kendo is actually faster than learning kyudo?

When Tomie changed his clothes and rushed to the main hall, the high priest Murakami was already sitting there. Minamoto Boya and Minamoto Yorimitsu sat on the side, obviously ready to watch the whole thing.

Tomie sat down opposite the high priest Murakami obediently.

The high priest Murakami didn't pay any attention to the two elders who were watching. He calmly explained to Tomie the precautions for water divination.

Probably when he came here, the gods illuminated all his magical talents for him.

When it comes to the use of magical arts, Fujiang can learn it immediately.

Others' decades of accumulation are not as good as his one-day effect.

The priests who taught him were very happy about this, and they all felt that this represented the rise of Shinto.

But for Yuan Boya, who teaches him other things, this scene seems a bit irritating. Does this kid really have any intention in treating his bowdo class?

After finishing the class, it is natural to take a test. Priest Murakami is still thinking about what to ask Tomie to test?

Minamoto no Yorimitsu suddenly said: "The nights in Beijing have been unusually quiet recently. Why don't we just do some math and see how long this quietness lasts?"

There is a curfew in Heian Kyo, and they strictly abide by the rules that belong to humans during the day and belong to monsters at night.

It’s just that there will inevitably be times when you have to cross the line.

However, there has been no news about night-time collisions between humans and monsters in Heian Kyo recently.

Of course, the unlucky Mr. Fujiwara is not included. He did it himself.

It seems that Heian Jing finally has the long-awaited peace.

But being too quiet may mean something is abnormal.

Fujiang wrote the word "peace" on the white talisman paper and spread the talisman paper on the water of the water bowl.

He blew gently on the talisman on the water, and a bright red flame ignited.

In his eyes, light waves flowed. Others couldn't see it, but he could see it very clearly.

After the fire was over, Fu Jiang slowly turned his head to the two big men onlookers, and asked tentatively: "Shangjing...will there be a curse spirit?"