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

After Qingming walked for a while, he noticed the young man following him, and he stopped to wait for him.

The young man laughed and followed him, stood next to him, lowered his head and made an irregular salute: "Master Qingming."

Qingming turned her head and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man replied: "Kensuo."

"Kensuo?" Qingming called out his name.

"Yes." He agreed.

"Aren't you afraid that your teacher will punish you?" Qingming walked slowly.

"Don't be afraid, you have to have some knowledge to grow." Kensuo followed him, "Besides, Master Qingming won't let anything happen to me."

Qingming smiled and said nothing.

The smile on the young man's face gradually lost its hold, "No? You really don't care about me, do you?"

"Hahaha." Qingming's fan gently placed on his head, "No."

He would not leave his children alone.

Seimei didn't walk fast. The young man was anxious, but he didn't dare to leave Seimei too far. He knew his own strength very well. He dared to follow because he knew that Abe Seimei was stronger than his teacher and believed that he could protect him.

The sound of soft footsteps sounded again behind.

Qingming stopped, and Kensuo stood a little behind him.

The two young masters of the Genji family walked together, walking at almost the same pace without making any sound. A little less than half a step away was the conjurer Tianyuan, and there was a burst of thin footsteps behind them, with a little bit of sound. A gasping sound.

"Kensuo!" Tian Yuan's angry voice sounded, and he rushed to his unlucky disciple's side with a few big strides, and directly twisted his hands on his ears.

If it hadn't been for heavy fog, Kensuo wouldn't have had his ears tugged on him no matter what he said. Normally, he would have been chased all over the street.

Qingming looked out curiously.

"Abe Seimei?" Yuan Boya asked.

Seimei nodded, "Hello, Genji-sama."

The two agreed.

The young man who finally followed from behind grabbed Yuan Boya's arm that he raised on his own initiative and supported himself to catch his breath.

When Qingming saw the mask, he realized who it was, and finally met this famous Son of God.

"You have such physical strength." Yuan Boya was helpless because he was worried that he would not be able to control his dislike: "What's the use of following? You may not even be able to run."

Fu Jiang slapped him unwillingly, "How rude! I can still run away! And I'm very good at magic!"

Now he can slip away at midnight! Not only can he run by himself, but he can also lead them all to run!

Minamoto Yorimitsu came to smooth things over in a way that would not affect the relationship between the two of them: "As Tomie said, he is very good at magic."

Divine magic still has a strong suppressive effect on negative things such as curses and spirits.

"This is the first time I've seen him, Lord Shenzi." Qingming greeted him.

Fujiang's attention was attracted by him, and he soon realized who he was. He couldn't help but keep patting Yuan Boya who was caught by him.

Yuan Boya finally couldn't help but roll his eyes regardless of etiquette, and his voice sounded perfunctory: "Yes, yes, this is Abe Seimei."

If he hadn't known that they were not familiar with each other, Tomie would have probably brought the autographed copy over to ask for an autograph.

Qingming tilted his head. Was Shenzi so curious about him? Then I felt that Shenzi felt a little familiar.

Tomie also began to wonder. He felt that Lord Seimei, who had been famous for thousands of years and appeared in fantasy stories involving the Heian era, looked a bit familiar.

"Ahhhh..." A confident scream sounded.

The one who made the sound was the sorcerer's unfortunate apprentice, Kensuo.

Spiders as big as fists came in swarms.

Fujiang stepped forward and stood in front of everyone. He put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and drew a line in the void on the ground between the monster and their location. The golden line with the aura of the gods divided two areas.

There is a top level magic in the magic called Realm. It is similar to the domain of a magician. It divides a field of its own. It has strong suppression and control over entrants in the field. Fujiang uses the realm. A weakened version of the line. The only line that belongs to his domain. If you touch his line, you will be attacked by the magic he placed within it.

Tomi Jiang said seriously: "From now on, it is my territory and no passage is allowed."

After Fujiang's words fell, the spider-like curse spirit on the opposite side didn't understand, and rushed towards the line.

As soon as the cursed spirit touched the line, it was entangled in flames, and was burned to powder before it could completely pass through. Although the curse spirit does not have much intelligence and almost relies on instinct to act, it also knows pain and can scream.

The cry is very harsh to human ears.

"I have seen an old priest use this technique." Tian Yuan explained it to his apprentice habitually. "This magical technique does not rely entirely on strength. When the user's strength is insufficient, it can be used as long as the divine favor in the body is strong enough."

To put it simply, this is a technique that either depends on whether the gods like you or not, or relies on strength to support you.

"Fujiang is the son of God." Yuan Boya smiled, with the attitude of a silly brother who is proud of his children.

The screams of the curse spirits were extremely miserable, but they were still driven forward crazily by some kind of force. The powder representing the corpses accumulated higher and higher, and finally gradually covered the line set by Fu Jiang, and the number of curse spirits became very few. , spiders with flames wrapped around their bodies began to cross the boundary line. Although they were burned clean in a short time, it was already a bad sign.

Tomie took two steps back to give up his position, and put his fingers together again, preparing to use the first line again. There were not many magical arts he learned that were suitable for this situation, but using the first line again was enough.

Tomie's finger was held by someone, it was Minamoto Yorimitsu.

"Stop using it. It's deliberately trying to adapt to your fire."

Fu Jiang nodded, listened to his words, and put down his hand.

Yuan Boya pulled out his knife.

Tianyuan put down his tent and shrouded the last curse spirits.

Kensuo took out the spell tool.

Qingming also chanted the spell.

Tomi Jiang stood behind and watched silently as they besieged the cursed spirits, stepping on his feet and jumping around to watch their movements.

The moves of martial arts are clean and neat, while the movements of Yin Yang Dao are weird and mysterious. The conjurer is a bit like a combination of several families. He has both the martial arts skills and the mysterious techniques of Yin Yang Dao, but he cannot be specialized in it.

The clearing of troops was quickly completed and the account was cancelled.

Fujiang looked at the front where he still didn't know the distance, and yawned while wearing a mask.

Qingming found out. He smiled and said to everyone: "Speed ​​up, we should be very close."

Fujiang nodded repeatedly and was the first to cater.

"Then you have to keep up." Minamoto Yoriguang agreed.

Yuan Boya sighed helplessly again. He knew that Fu Jiang had already passed his sleep time and was now too excited, but at this moment he could not send Fu Jiang back first.

A group of people started running. The two Genjis with the strongest physical strength ran at the front, and the two magicians with relatively good physical strength surrounded them on both sides. The physically weak Tomie was surrounded in the middle to prevent him from falling behind due to lack of physical strength. Abe Seimei followed at the end as the final seal.

Then when everyone reacted, the future priest and onmyoji were lost.

Everyone was silent.

After a while, Yuan Boya suddenly said: "Does this curse spirit even have the ability to screen people?"

"Is it possible," Minamoto Yorimitsu patted him on the shoulder, breaking his illusion, "that they both happened to be weak and fell behind?"

Yuan Boya covered his face with one hand and couldn't vent his anger. It was his fault. He shouldn't have trusted those guys who majored in spiritual power.

Tomie looked at the road ahead and could no longer see the road of the large army, and looked back at Qingming helplessly, "Very good, we are lost."

Qingming looked at Fujiang in front of him, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that this composition had a sense of familiarity.

A rustling sound sounded nearby.

Fu Jiang turned his head to look, and saw a spider as big as a fist with only huge eyes looking at them around the corner.

Move a little to the side, hide behind the corner, leave one leg where it can be seen, and stop moving.

"I think he wants to wait for us to pass." Tomie looked at Qingming who was already standing beside him.

"I think so too, do you want to follow?" Qingming nodded and threw the question to Fujiang.

Tomie began to make plans in his mind, even though he was very, very, very confident in Seimei Gong! But Seimei Gong, who will be super powerful in the future, is still very young now, and he is somewhat worried that his decision may lead to the destruction of the group.

Tomie is a frank child. When he can't make a decision, he will leave the decision to others, so he directly asked: "Do you think the two of us are capable of dealing with the special curse spirit?"

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Qingming's eyes widened a little and he tilted his head to show his doubts.

Tomi Jiang smiled and then asked: "You may not understand my strength, but do you think you are confident enough to deal with a super-level curse spirit if you are alone, or if you bring an oil bottle?"

Breaking it simply may give the opponent a little bit of hope, fearing that the opponent may misjudge your own strength and lead to the destruction of the team.

The doubts on Qingming's face were almost written on his face. Is Shenzi implying that he thinks he is a drag?

"Don't worry about face. This is very serious. I have no actual combat experience. If we misjudge our strength, the team will be wiped out." Tomi Jiang continued to add, fearing that the other party would be a little embarrassed and scrupulous, which would lead to the team being wiped out.

Qingming finally remembered where she had seen this clumsy yet cute appearance.

It really looks like a certain little fox.

Fujiang didn't wait for his reply and felt even more anxious.

If he hadn't been unfamiliar with him, he would have already grabbed him with his hands.

Qingming couldn't help but laugh, "I think you should give it a try. At least I should have the ability to take you to escape."

After hearing his words, Fu Jiang's heart finally fell into his stomach.

He nodded assuredly. "Then let's go and have a look."

Being able to play jungle with Seimei Gong, this kind of thing is not a big deal in this era. It will be worth showing off if he talks about it in the future.

The two of them followed the little spider that deliberately lured them back and forth, farther and farther away.

The lanterns hanging outside the door were all new, but the door was wide open. When I walked into the courtyard, the smell of blood rushed into my nostrils.

They both realized at the same time that they had found their true nature.

Fujiang took out the beads on his body and looked at Qingming seriously.

The words in his eyes conveyed: My physical strength is not good, can you throw me up?

Qingming showed an elegant but slightly embarrassed smile.

Fujiang understood instantly. He didn't blame them. They were people who majored in ability.

He threw the beads outside the courtyard, and they exploded on the ground, creating fireworks.

Fujiang has already done what he needs to do. Whether the four people they lost can see him or not depends on luck.

Spiders as big as fists came from all directions, but they did not rush to attack. Instead, they formed a layout around the two of them, similar to how Moses divided the sea.

And there was a special group of people who followed them. As long as they walk, they will immediately bury their path.

The rest of the road had been arranged for them. The two looked at each other and walked forward.