【Comprehensive Anime】Gender-swapped Tomie is a popular figure

Today, Sanjo Munechika forged a peerless sword - the Konken.

Even Emperor Toba had heard of the unusual sight of the solar eclipse, so Sanjo Munechika was not surprised when the great Onmyoji Abe Haruaki visited him.

After the welcome and the food and drinks, Sanjo Munechika wanted to go back to the swordsmithing room to admire the divine sword. He had a feeling that the great sword had not yet been awakened.

If it is awakened, a Tsukumogami will be born from it, which is worthy of the name of the peerless divine sword, and it can be given the surname of "Sanjo Family", which is worthy of his painstaking efforts!

Thinking this way, Sanjo Munechika walked into the dark sword forging room with eager steps.

But when he lit the candle and turned around, two sharp swords were instantly placed on his neck, and he felt an immediate stinging pain.

Sanjo Munechika's pupils suddenly shrank, and at this moment he could see clearly what was going on inside the house:

Three black-clad men wearing large hoods surrounded him. Their faces and figures could not be seen clearly. The man in the middle was holding the sword he had just made today. The blade pattern was very familiar, and he recognized it at a glance as being made by himself.

Sanjo Munechika finally realized what they were about to do, and spoke in a trembling voice of fear.

"Who are you? Why do you want to steal my sword?"

Under Sanjo Munechika's tense gaze, the man in black, who was in the center and seemed to be protected, pulled out three fingers of the large sword from the scabbard, as if checking whether the blade was sharp, and suddenly spoke.

"How about I exchange it with you for another famous sword? You can't protect this sword now, and it can only be preserved if you take it away from me."

It was an extremely unfamiliar male voice, as clear as cool spring water, extremely pleasant to the ear, with a lingering ending.

Sanjo Munechika didn't care how pleasant the voice was. He frowned fiercely, his body shaking like a sieve, and spoke with forced calmness.

"Why should I exchange it with you? Please explain clearly, sir. Jin Jian was forged by me. No one is more suitable to protect him than me!"

The man in black said nothing, closed the sword, and his voice was as calm and alluring as ever.

"It does require an explanation. Because you are a human being, Jin Jian had a strange sign when he was born, which means he is destined to be a natural born god. Humans and monsters can think of it, and it has caused a big commotion today..."

As if to confirm it, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the house, and black crow feathers suddenly floated in the sky. A powerful and terrifying evil spirit was approaching at an extremely terrifying speed.

Sanjo Munechika was just a swordsmith who did his job well, an ordinary human being. Naturally, he had never come into contact with monsters. He was instantly shocked and stood still, breaking out in a cold sweat.

The man in black in front of him understood and said, "Look, here they come."

Sanjo Munechika stared blankly at the man in black in front of him, suppressing the fear in his bones, and spoke with gritted teeth.

"I already have the Onmyoji Abe Haruaki guarding me, so I don't need you to keep it without my permission. Please return the sword to me, and I, Sanjo Munechika, will reward you handsomely."

Even with two knives at his neck, Sanjo Munechika did not realize the ill intentions of the person in front of him. Giving him a chance to negotiate, he became earnest in his words.

The man in black in front of him waved his hand, handed Jin Jian to the right, and walked towards the door.

"Knock him out."

"Eh? No, you guys..."

As soon as Sanjo Munechika finished speaking, the other two men in black knocked the man to the ground unconscious without any hesitation.

The tall man in black who was leading the group continued to walk out, as if he wanted to check where the evil spirit came from.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded from the door.

"Today, Lord Sanjo's house is really lively. Even the great Tengu is here."

Then, an Onmyoji wearing a black and white hunting robe and holding a bat fan slowly appeared from the corner. The dim candlelight illuminated his young face clearly, and his hair was still white.

When he said this, he looked straight at the man in black without any hesitation.

When he saw clearly, the narrow eyes with red eye makeup narrowed slightly in an instant, and the handsome Onmyoji suddenly opened the bat fan in his hand to cover up the fox-like smile on his lips.

"It seems that you have succeeded, but Qingming still has something to tell you."

His eyes kept scanning the edge of the hood, and his attitude was ambiguous.

The man in black let him look at him, just raised his hand to reveal a slender white wrist, slightly adjusted his hood, and continued walking forward, ignoring him.

Abe Haruaki's gaze fixed on those jade-like and unusually beautiful fingers, and he suddenly continued to speak.

"Actually, I didn't intend to stop you, but I divined that an old friend would come here, so I wanted to come and take a look. Could you please take off your hood, sir?"

The man in black brushed past him, and in a moment, a light laugh came from his mouth.

"Oh~, since we are already 'old friends', why bother asking?"

A short sentence is like a voice that can numb people's hearts when they hear it.

As Abe Haruaki listened, he suddenly felt something strange in his heart.

It was as if he had heard this voice many times before, someone had been calling him "Seimei" in such a soft and weak voice.

And this person, this person...

Abe Haruaki couldn't help but reach back and gently tug at the black-clad man's clothes. He subconsciously put away the folding fan and spoke with a hesitant tone.

"Sir, do I know you? You seem so familiar to me, but I don't remember having such a familiar old friend."

Feeling a slight pulling sensation on his back, the man in black, or should we call him Jiang Chuan Shang, raised his hand and touched the wide brim of his hat again, and spoke indifferently, his tone inexplicably carrying a hint of amusement and sarcasm.

"Amnesia, or is the world restarting? If you don't want to know me, then don't know me..." Jiang Chuan Shang paused, and finally said the last two words, "Seimei."

The moment he called her, a strong sense of familiarity came over him again, causing Abe Haruaki's eyes to feel a little hot.

If it weren't for the red eye shadow, it would have exposed his trembling body and the desire to cry.

It's so familiar... so familiar, so familiar that I want to open my arms and hug the person tightly... How could this be?

Why do I have this impulse and thought?

Abe Haruaki stood there in confusion, and the force on his hands gradually loosened.

Taking this opportunity, Jiangchuanshang lowered his eyes slightly, put down his hands and continued to walk out, and his robe fell easily from Abe Haruaki's hands.

The wind outside the door was getting stronger, and it seemed like a storm was coming.

The demon didn't seem to have any intention of restraining its momentum, and released its pressure unscrupulously, making the air restless.

The originally gentle and silent night wind around them now became more and more turbulent, with a sharp edge like a blade.

In places invisible to ordinary people, the little monsters that originally lived in every corner of the mansion fled in fear because of the sudden dangerous aura.

Time suddenly became long.

Under this overwhelming force, a gust of wind suddenly blew up, blowing away Jiang Chuan's loose hood, and his black hair spread out like ink, quickly gaining a bit of messy beauty.

At the same time, a tall young man with silver hair suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Chuan, and the black color covered the sky and the sun, as if to wrap himself up.

Jiangchuan Shang did not act rashly for a moment, but just clenched the sword in his hand, and the large sword suddenly became hot, as if it sensed something.

Because the young man in front of them appeared suddenly and abruptly, no one could see how he came.

Only Jiang Chuan Shang knew that he fell from the sky and landed directly in front of him.

Looking at that handsome face that was obviously not that of a human, and the black wings that were slowly folding up behind him, Jiang Chuan Shang realized that he was a monster, and a powerful monster with extraordinary strength.

But, had he just touched the top of his head with the tip of his wing?

Jiang Chuan Shang strangely recalled the feeling of being touched gently just now, but on the surface he still looked calm.

He came to the Heian period today through the compass just to get the sword, but now it seems that there are many people who want it.

For example, the monster in front of him was over two meters tall and was looking down at him.

Abe Haruaki behind him seemed to have just come to his senses, and his gaze fell on Egawakami, or to be more precise, on the large sword, and a hint of understanding flashed across his eyes.

Then, he waved his bat fan, opened his thin lips, and uttered a name that was enough to shake the entire Heian-kyo.

"It's you, Great Tengu."

Upon hearing this, the silver-haired young man with wings on his back stared at Jiang Chuan Shang without moving his eyes away. He didn't realize how hot his eyes were, and just replied without caring at all.

"Tsk, why is it you again, Abe Haruaki?"

His voice was as cold as ice, but it also carried the arrogance of a great monster, and inexplicably, there was also an element of disgust for interrupting his good deeds.

Abe Haruaki was not at all bothered by the giant monster's ridicule, but when he noticed that the two of them were very close, he suddenly felt annoyed.

In order to relieve himself, or perhaps to see more clearly, he took a few steps forward. When he was only three steps away from Jiang Chuan, he stopped, calmly unfolded the bat fan in his hand, and raised his hand to his face.

The voice half-hidden under the fan was a little low, and Yin Yang said: "As a legendary great monster, appearing in Kyoto with such fanfare, what kind of impact will this bring, you must know it, right?"

The arrogant Daitengu ignored him completely, just lowered his head slightly and looked at Jiang Chuan Shang who had remained silent.

He originally had a terrifying aura, but now his cheeks were slightly red, and even his usually cold blue eyes suddenly showed a hint of imperceptible softness.

Then, he spoke in a gentler tone than ever before, and the wings on his back stretched slightly, as if he was nervous.

He said slowly: "What's your name? Can I get to know you? I feel like we are destined to be together."

"..." What kind of development could this conversational tone bring?

Jiang Chuan Shang tilted his head slightly in doubt, showing the sword in his hand, and said firmly: "It seems to be your destiny."

The great Tengu's eyes passed from the temples of Jiangchuan's tilted head, and when they fell on the large sword that had not yet been awakened, his eyes showed disdain.

"How is that possible? I won't make a mistake. I was the one who lifted your hood. It was you."

Although he did come to see what could cause the solar eclipse, there was no need to see it now. Instead, the black-haired young man in front of him with an overly gorgeous appearance was more interesting.

First of all, he is very strong. Secondly, he is very handsome and attracts people's attention inexplicably.

Having been a monster for so many years, Da Tengu has seen countless people and monsters. To him, there is no difference in appearance at all, but now there is someone who makes him clearly understand beauty, which is very rare.

A different feeling flowed in my heart, especially when I was stared at by those dark and deep eyes, my heart was pounding.

That is, the same color as his wings...

As a result, Daitengu's face turned even redder, and as he waited quietly, the tips of his wings trembled even more violently, and the black crow feathers falling in the air became denser.

Seeing that the entire area was about to be enveloped by the aura of Daitengu, Abe Haruaki put down his folding fan, tapped it a few times in his palm in annoyance, and looked directly at the river beside him.