Honmaru Notebook[Comprehensive]

Those rough small clay pots were all opened, and the charms on them were neatly torn off and folded into a pile of quilts under a pot, which was already empty and placed in a mess.

"Those spells are very interesting." The rare great Onmyouji held one of the crumpled runes and pondered. There was only a stone bowl on the low table in front of him, and he didn't know what was in it. There is also a pen.

The idea of ​​dragging the undead back to the world and endowing him with human flesh and blood is really crazy. Fortunately, Yuan Shigeguang himself does not belong to Huangquan at all—

"Although I don't know who that god is, but daring to separate a part of myself, I should value you very much..."

Abe Seimei put down the talisman and straightened his expression: "Although cheekiness is praised by the world as an omnipotent onmyoji, there is also an end to manpower. I can't recreate a body for you - that is only Yi who never died. A field that can only be touched by Xie Na's beautiful life. What I can do is to try to change the nature of the spirit body, and use the bones of the dead, the blood of the living, and your own spiritual power to expel the breath of the underworld. .”

"It's a forbidden spell that blinds nature and the gods and gives you all 'human' qualities, but is essentially a curse."

The aged onmyoji put his hands on his knees and stared at the calm-faced examiner in front of him: "After being cast with such a spell, you will be rejected by all the gods related to reality and nature, and Huangquan will never again Accept you, you will be as vulnerable as human beings, experience pain, but you will never die naturally..."

"Even so, do you still insist?"

Yuan Shigemitsu stared at the tatami mats woven with rush grass, which was woven by Mrs. Lushu herself, and many elegant and beautiful patterns were added to it. If you look carefully, it seems to be a bird and flowers with wings spread. A light luster.

"You don't need to persuade me. I just need to think that one day in the future, I will ask them "who are you" after waking up, and I will firmly go back to Huangquan to serve that despicable god, and my heart will stop Can't stop being angry."

Yuan Zhongguang put down the fan in his hand: "So, what should I do now?"

The old man with long and narrow eyes tapped his forehead with a painting fan: "I knew I couldn't say it...but I still want to try...you will always have such and such small problems when you get old."

He showed an "expected" expression, and then laughed.

Yuan Shigemitsu looked at his face, and suddenly felt that the rumors from the outside world might actually be true. From this smile, you can see the temperament and elegance of Abe Seimei when he was young. There is no sense of disobedience when he says he is the son of a fox. Well, that kind of strange temperament mixed with spirits and humans, the feeling of being rooted in human beings but detached from human beings, is like a cloud floating in the wind and suspended in the void of the night.

It was just a flash of demeanor, and when he came back to his senses, he was still in front of the hale and hearty old man with a kind face, like a big tree, fixed at the gate of ghosts in the capital, guarding the four directions of the demons and not daring to act rashly.

Yuan Shigemitsu suddenly had an unprecedented curiosity about this person.

What kind of experience made him become what he is now?Judging from his personality, he was not the kind of very peaceful person when he was young, right?

Such doubts were quickly forgotten, and the spells drawn by the best onmyoji in history were pasted all over the room, the doors and windows were closed, and the generals belonging to the five elements stood in their respective positions, with a clear air permeating the air. in the air.

Abe Seimei changed into very formal clothes, held the stone bowl, and squeezed a pen in the other hand.

Only then did Yuan Shigemitsu see clearly what was in the stone bowl. The pale and fragmented bones mixed with the dead black hair that had lost its luster, had a great attraction to him like poison/drug.

"This is—" He swallowed hard and looked away, avoiding the rude act of reaching out to grab the stone bowl.

Abe Seimei smiled slyly: "No matter how powerful you are, you can't create something out of nothing. Your retainers are really too powerful. If you take things out without your consent, I, an old man, will also be reprimanded." Bar."

Tianhou stood by the door and gently opened the curtain door. A thin and tall young man stood there with an expressionless face. There was a sharp and deep light in his amethyst-like pupils.

"Yakuken?" Yuan Shigemitsu was a little at a loss, subconsciously wanted to stand up, but was held down by Abe Seimei's shoulders, and could only look up at his most trusted dagger Fusangshin like that.

"General." Yaken greeted him with a nod of his head, walked in and sat down on one side, bowing respectfully to Abe Seimei, "Master Seimei, please."

Abe Seimei raised his chin to Taisho, and a tray appeared in the hand of the god, with an empty bowl and a dagger on it, and placed it in front of Yakuken.

Yaken shook his head at the dagger, and under Yuan Zhongguang's puzzled look, he unbuttoned his cuff buttons in twos and twos, rolled up the sleeves of his black uniform and snow-white shirt, revealing a clear and graceful joint. His wrist, and then pulled out his body knife, and swiped down without any muddle.

The bright red blood filled half of the bowl in an instant, and Yuan Shigemitsu was startled and shouted: "Yaoken?!"

Fu Sangshen, who had been expressionless all this time, finally raised his eyes, with a bit of deep sadness in his eyes: "If Master Qingming hadn't told me the whole story when he came to ask for something, wouldn't you have said nothing until it was over? Woolen cloth?"

Yuan Shigemitsu was a little nervous, he felt that Yaken wanted to talk about more than this, but he really didn't know what Yaken was referring to, so he had to make an excuse: "No... I just, it's not dangerous Moreover, and you don’t need to add unnecessary worries—”

His words gradually hesitated, because the frozen emotion in Yao Yan's eyes was so obvious that he couldn't help but reflect on whether he had done something wrong.

In the end, the black-haired and purple-eyed dagger Fu Sangshen took out a roll of bandages from his pocket and wrapped them around his wrists casually, and said calmly: "Then, don't worry, it's not a dangerous thing for me .”

"No..." Yuan Zhongguang frowned, he felt that something was wrong, but Yaken immediately interrupted him, "Compared to me, please think about how to talk to Sanriyuedian for a while .”

Yuan Shigemitsu was surprised: "Him?"

Yaoken looked outside and remained silent.

****

With the bones belonging to the deceased and the blood containing the power of the gods, together with the spell of the greatest onmyoji at that time, Yuan Shigemitsu felt like a pool filled with water, with a raging flame burning underneath. Boil a pool of water, boil it dry, the white mist evaporates, and everything is buried in the shadowy clouds.

After stopping the control of spiritual power, the body is no different from a corpse. The ups and downs of the chest stop first, the iris turns into a glass-like substance, the skin loses its blood color, the pupils dilate and lose their luster, and the muscles are slightly stiff, but they quickly return to softness. The originally smooth long hair became straighter and seemed a little longer.

Yao Yan knelt on the side in silence, watching his master "die" in an instant, with a calm expression on his face, and the dagger in his hand trembling slightly.

The voice belonging to the onmyoji was low and clear, the spell poured out non-stop, the calm water rippled, and the ripples spread wildly outwards layer by layer, pushing the blood vessels in the limbs and bones to entangle and regenerate, and the blood inside was regenerated. Start to flow, conveying body temperature to every corner.

The heart endowed by the beauty goddess Izanah trembled under the flow of spiritual power that did not belong to Huangquan, slightly undulating as if it was about to collapse in the next second, Yuan Zhongguang's face twisted a little, and the fingers placed on the knee He clenched his hands unconsciously, restraining the scream that was about to burst out of his throat.

Abe Seimei's expression was also a bit ugly. The old man got up quickly, grabbed a pen on the side and pressed it into the bowl containing Yaoken's blood, and then drew on the center of Yuan Shigemitsu's eyebrows with the dripping blood spots.

The surging spiritual power exploded from this room, causing the fusangshen who were far away from here to raise their heads.

Tsurumaru put down the things in his hands, and looked out curiously: "What's the matter? It seems to be Seimei-sama's spiritual power? Hey, why didn't you see Crescent Moon?"

In the first issue, he scanned around the younger brothers around him: "Yaoken...isn't here..." His younger brother was the most calm, and disappeared after being invited away by Master Seimei's shikigami in the main hall. Is it related to this What about it?

Sitting outside mustache turned his head, his eyes sharp: "Where are the things kept by Yaoken?"

Yiqi was stunned for a moment before realizing what he was talking about, and habitually turned his head to look under the cabinet: "I think Yaoyan has always been placed here...huh?"

There was nothing under the cupboard, nothing.

Mustache understood something the moment he uttered that modal particle, and a layer of shadow was visible to the naked eye on his porcelain-white face.

Kagemaru looked at his elder brother worriedly: "Anijia?"

Mustache stared at his cup for a few seconds, then raised his head with such an innocent and sweet look: "Leg ball, the tea stem is standing up."

Knee pill gasped, and corrected weakly: "It's the knee pill, not the leg pill, Anijia! Hey, it really stood up. Is something good going to happen? You are indeed the elder brother!"

Tsurumaru on the side stared intently at Wunao Fuge's Taidao Fusangshen: What's so worthy of it? So!The younger brother controlled by the elder brother is hopeless, right? Yes, yes!

The turbidity of Huangquan is entangled and unwilling to leave, greedily clinging to all parts that can be touched, and holding on to the heart tightly, Yuan Zhongguang can see the turbid mist, wriggling like life, spewing out a lighter The turbid air is trying to infect other places.

——Why should I be controlled by you...

He whispered unwillingly in his heart.

——Just because you are a god, you can get everything from me arbitrarily?

——But I don’t want to dedicate myself to you, what should I do?

The turbid air screamed angrily, and stretched out its concrete claws to tear the flesh around the heart, as if forcing him to take back his disrespectful thoughts to the gods.

--I reject.

In extreme pain, he said so.

—I already have a god to whom I want to give everything.

A thin star flickered brightly in the turbid air, it had been covered up before, pitifully maintaining the last bit of light that was too dim to be found.

It's as if the candlelight is glowing with warmth, or the haze of the sky is being gently wiped away.A light blue snowflake quietly condensed and fell on the turbid air, melting the darkness there at once. The quiet and silent snow fell one after another, with a cool and cold taste. The cold fragrance of plum blossoms curls around, like a silk thread, pulling out a huge past.

"Jiang Xue..."

Unconsciously whispered, calling out the name of the god.

The breath that had been buried in the depths of the soul for many years diffused lightly, with prayers belonging to the most devout believers in front of the Buddha. The Fusangshen with long hair like ice and snow woke up from the depths of the darkness, and his long eyelashes moved smoothly. Open it, revealing the cold and clear pupils, stretch out the fingers twisting the beads, and touch the starlight spot.

****

"This is!"

Yiqi suddenly turned his head and looked outside in amazement, even though he couldn't see anything, the fusangshen next to him all made the same movements, and the short knives even jumped up from the ground.

"This is the spiritual power of the main hall..."

I don't know who is whispering.

Yes, this is the spiritual power that belongs to the main hall, not the current power mixed with the cold breath of the underworld, but a long time ago, the kind of grand, gentle, and calm spiritual power like the waves of the forest sea, which captured the first spring in early spring. A ray of budding warbler color can soothe all pain.

The impatient Luan swished past the first phase with a maneuver, jumped onto the corridor, followed by a bunch of short knives, and the other fusangshen who came back to their senses got up in a hurry, and rushed to follow the sharpest short knives. out.

****

The turbid air neighed and dissipated, and the heart began to beat obediently. The light blue light gently enveloped this organ, as if imprinting a light kiss, and then pulled away and disappeared.

From Yakuken's perspective, a long and slender sword gradually appeared in the void, shrouded in a thin blue light, like the snow and the forest covered with frost, returning from the long memory, quietly falling into the light of Yuan Shigemitsu hands.

The author has something to say: Alright, alright, our little Jiang Xue is back!If you look at it this way, the swords are basically collected, right?

Yoshi~ ready to transition!

Tell me that the Akashi car in the last chapter was not happy to drive!Anyway, I am very happy to write hahahahaha~

I rely on my ability to drive an air car, you have the ability to hit me~ If you can’t hit me, you can’t hit me!slightly slightly ~

In fact, I think Lazy Cancer has the character of not standing when sitting, and not sitting when he can lie down. Such an effortless air bike is the most suitable for him. Really!I'm so awesome~

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