The God of Dogs [comprehensive]

Helang was a little confused.

The purpose of his efforts all the time is to go home. It was this weird shikigami cultivation system that brought him to the Naruto world, so the system should also be able to send him home, right?

But now, the system is gone! !

How did he go back?

He Lang couldn't help cursing angrily: "Garbage system! Destroy my life! Destroy my youth! Poor review!!"

What Onmyoji mobile game?But after drawing 99 Inugami, he became an Inugami, this game sucks!And this broken system will disappear?Do you have any systematic professional ethics?Can there still be trust between people and systems?

He Lang was furious in his heart, if the room was not empty and there was nothing to throw, he would have smashed the whole room into pieces.

He Lang turned around in the room angrily, his eyes turned black, hey, the next second he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

After an unknown amount of time, He Lang slowly opened his eyes, meeting the cat's eyes that had always been black.

If ordinary people suddenly saw such a big cat's face, they would definitely be frightened, but for He Lang, he has beaten so many ninja beasts in his hometown, let alone a black cat in front of him.

Seemingly realizing that the child in front of him didn't show any signs of fright, the black cat glanced at it and jumped off He Lang with a swish. He Lang got up slowly and saw that cheap grandfather Yuan Boya was talking to a man in a white hunting coat. As he said something, Yuan Boya clapped his hands happily after seeing He Lang doing it: "Sure enough, I woke up!"

He Lang spoke with a hoarse voice: "What's wrong with me?"

Yuan Boya got up and walked into the room. He sat beside He Lang, stretched out his hand and touched He Lang's head with concern, and said with a sigh of relief, "You passed out in the room, and I will bring you to Qingming's place."

Helang was taken aback.

Minamoto turned sideways, revealing Abe Seimei leaning on the corridor with a carefree expression.

"This is Lord Abe Seimei, he woke you up."

He Lang's pupils tightened slightly, Abe Seimei?He is Abe Seimei?

Although the man in front of him doesn't look young anymore, in the eyes of He Lang, this man's whole body is glowing. The light is not strong, but it is as long and far away as fluorescent light, making people want to get close to him involuntarily. If he is still a dog, I will definitely run over to rub this person ==

Hey, wait, he's reincarnated as a human.

He Lang met Abe Seimei's eyes full of smiles, and he was stuck for a while before he realized that he needed to salute and thank him.

——No way, after being a dog for more than ten years, the days when being cute can solve everything is gone forever QAQ His movements were very slow, as if he was saluting someone for the first time, and said to Abe Seimei: "Thank you You, Seimei-sama."

Abe Seimei smiled: "There is no need to be too polite, don't be too emotional in the future."

He Lang blinked: "Why did I faint before?"

Abe Seimei said meaningfully: "Because your body is too weak."

In Abe Seimei's eyes, an ordinary three-year-old child simply cannot hold such a bright and shining soul, and the powerful soul power is even overflowing, attracting countless monsters.

However, for some reason, this child is still surrounded by evil spirits and blood energy that ordinary people can't detect, making many monsters shy away and not allowed to get close to it.

Abe Seimei subconsciously opened the folding fan to hide the inquiring expression on his face. Could it be that this child is a warrior from the sky descending to earth?Could it be that Jianyu Thunder God ran down?But I haven't heard that Jian Yu Lei Shen's name is [Helang]? !

He Lang frowned. He looked at his little hand and suddenly realized.

How much did he swallow?Black Three, the Holy Grail, Tenseigan... Even he himself is going to become an Inu Senjin. Such a powerful power has turned into a three-year-old child. It is a miracle that the child's body didn't explode!

"why……"

To be honest, Helang didn't light up even the slightest technological attribute, otherwise he wouldn't have been abused by the Flying Thunder God coordinates for so long. Although he knew that his body was not in good shape, the specific reason was not clear, and there was no research method and research direction. Completely confused.

Abe Seimei narrowed his eyes slightly. He looked at Helang who seemed to know nothing, thought for a while and said, "You need to learn to control your own power."

He Lang blinked, and slowly made a mark of the transformation technique on his fingers, and in the next second he turned into Abe Seimei in front of him!

Yuan Boya exclaimed, but before his cry came out, Abe Seimei suddenly turned back into his little grandson, and then the little grandson opened his mouth and spit out blood.

Rao is as wise as Abe Seimei, and he was stunned for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched: "Dan and your lord are really impatient."

He got up and walked to He Lang, stretched out his hand, and sent his spiritual power into He Lang's body. The originally disordered power was sorted out, and a little strength was added to his weak body.

He Lang coughed again and again, and it took him a while to recover his breath.

Abe Seimei lowered his voice and said, "As a descendant of His Majesty the Emperor, if you hadn't been inherited from the divine blood, you might have already returned to hell."

He Lang was still in a daze, what kind of descendants of the Queen of Heaven...?

He subconsciously looked at Yuan Boya, is Grandpa Cheap a descendant of the Queen of Heaven?

Yuan Boya... Oh, by the way, Yuan Boya's surname is Yuan. I vaguely remember that Yuan was the surname of the descendant of the Heavenly Empress when he became a minister?

Seeing He Lang's confused expression, Abe Seimei somewhat understood the problem.

"It seems that Dan and the adults should take a good rest in Heianjing for a while."

"Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Cold fingers brushed over the top of his head, as if a basin of ice water was pouring down, and He Lang woke up instantly.

He stared deeply at Abe Seimei and nodded slowly.

After wandering around for so many years, and now starting over again, he actually forgot the principle of standing still and carefully investigating the information. He Lang said, "Thank you Master Qingming for pointing Mingjin."

Seeing that the Qi around the child had stabilized, Abe Seimei smiled and said, "It's better for Dan and the adults not to go out casually when we go back. Even if we have to go out, please make preparations in advance."

"It's best to go out when the sun is brighter, and don't come back late."

He Lang remembered Abe Seimei's reminder in his heart: "I remember."

Leaving Abe Seimei's mansion, He Lang sat on the bullock cart with Yuan Boya beside him.

Yuan Boya's expression was a little curious, a little tangled, a little taboo, and a little eager to try.

He Lang glanced at Yuan Boya, and said softly, "What do you want to ask?"

Yuan Boya immediately said, "How did you become Seimei just now? Is it also a kind of curse?"

He Lang said: "It's similar, but it's not a curse." After a pause, he said: "You don't seem surprised?"

Yuan Boya's ability to accept is really strong. If ordinary people see their grandson suddenly turned into someone else, wouldn't they be scared to death? !

Yuan Boya chuckled: "Ah, drinking and eating fish with Qingming every day, I have seen some of them." He lowered his voice and said, "Qingming's house is obviously quiet, but it is well organized. I think he The house must be full of shikigami."

After Helang heard this, his eyes were strange: "Ah, you are right, the yard is indeed full of shikigami."

"..." Yuan Boya was stuck, and he murmured: "Ah, there really are."

He Lang tilted his head: "Can't you see it?"

Yuan Boya shook his head: "Except for one or two women, I have never seen anything else."

He Lang said: "There are many in the yard, and they are not so much shikigami as goblins."

"Demon, goblin?!" Yuan Boya's body tensed up involuntarily: "A goblin like a fox?"

Helang smiled, he somewhat understood why Abe Seimei became friends with Yuan Boya alone, his grandfather was really pure and lovely.

"It's similar, but the monsters in Lord Qingming's yard are harmless, and the monster aura on them doesn't make me feel bad." Although He Lang can't use his spiritual power yet, he has practiced his mind all the year round, and he is not afraid of certain monsters. The sense of things is extremely sharp: "When you go to Master Qingming's house in the future, you should bring more food, or bring some spring water and dew, I think the fairies in the yard will be very happy."

They are all a group of flowers and plants turned into demons, and they naturally prefer water from the sky to food.

Yuan Boya nodded after hearing this, and said seriously: "You're right, it would be a pity if the flowers and plants in Qingming's yard were left to fend for themselves, it's better to take care of them."

He Lang glanced at Yuan Boya, shook his head with a smile, and said nothing more.

After returning home, Mrs. Mingzi heard the news and came over to check carefully. After confirming that He Lang had regained his sanity, but his body was still weak, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

A smile appeared on her face: "Just take good care of it in the future."

He Lang saluted Yuan Boya and Mrs. Mingzi earnestly. No matter how they took care of him, he should respect them. Before he finds his way home, he should live here patiently.

"I will ask my grandfather and grandmother to teach me a lot in the future."

Yuan Boya nodded with a smile. Mrs. Mingzi couldn't help being very pleased when she thought of her youngest son who became a monk and her youngest daughter-in-law who died young. She stroked the corners of her eyes with her sleeve and said softly, "Good boy."

Just when He Lang made up his mind to take care of his body and understand the situation first, and then find a way to go home, Mrs. Mingzi gave him a blow in the head.

"You are three years old, and it's time to start studying."

"This is a copybook handed down from Ouchi. It is said that it was written by a famous person in the Tang Dynasty. You should practice hard."

Mrs. Mingzi smiled and asked He Lang to prepare a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, as well as several copybooks.

"After practicing calligraphy every day, I need to familiarize myself with these books, including the Beijia haiku I brought from my natal family and the anthology of Bai Jushi I brought from Ouchi."

She looked at He Lang expectantly.

"Before your father became a monk, he was a well-known waka master in Kyoto. Later, when he went to work in Tango country, many waka associations in Beijing still wrote poems to regret it."

"Your mother Yingzi's prose poems are also quite exquisite. I hope you inherit their talent in elegance."

Helang: "..."

——It’s a dog day, why can’t I get rid of this kind of thing everywhere?

He Lang practiced calligraphy with a brush with a bitter expression on his face.

In his hometown, he was pressured by Uchiha Izumi and Nara Shigeru to practice calligraphy, and when he came to Heianjing, he was stared at by his grandparents and grandparents to practice calligraphy. What a miserable day.

Practicing handwriting is the most forbidden distraction, because he always thinks wildly. At the beginning, his handwriting was unsightly. Fortunately, for Yuan Boya and Mrs. Mingzi, it is the first time for the little grandson to practice handwriting, so it is normal for him to write badly. She also gave him a few words of encouragement.

He Lang blushed from the praise, so he had to pack up the broken glass heart and start to practice calligraphy seriously. After all, he practiced in his hometown for more than half a year, and soon regained his feeling, and his writing looks good.

In his opinion, this level is nothing, but from the perspective of Yuan Boya and Mrs. Mingzi, He Lang has become a genius!

...After only three days of practicing handwriting, I can write horizontally and vertically, and there is some meaning in it. Isn't this a genius?

Yuan Boya instantly raised the ambition to raise his grandson well, so from that day on, Helang's life has never been quiet.

Since then, he has embarked on the life of three years of poetry and five years of haiku.

Deserve it.

The days were neither salty nor dull, and He Lang figured out a lot of things during this period.

His cheap grandfather, Yuan Boya, had four sons. His father was the youngest son, named Yuan Zhiguang.

He also had three uncles, all three of whom were officials in the imperial court. Before his father became a monk, he was also an official from the four subordinates. Well, these small countries are similar to provinces and cities. His cheap father was the mayor of a city before he became a monk. Of course, it goes without saying now.

His mother is the daughter of the Fujiwara Kita family. Although she is a branch, she is also of noble birth. It is said that she has a deep relationship with her father. They have been married for ten years but have never had a grown-up child. The mother was ecstatic.

However, the child in the womb was stillborn at first. It wasn't until that night that a star fell from the sky at Amanohashidate and he came to the world. The child in his mother's womb was reborn from death.

When He Lang heard what his mother-in-law Anzi said, his expression was wonderful. After learning where Amanohashidate was, He Lang was thoughtful.

Amanohashidate is rumored to be a bridge between the kingdom of God in the sky and the world on earth. Even if the bridge collapses, it is still the weakest place in space to some extent, so he entered this world from that place?

"What about my mother?" He Lang was a little surprised: "I heard from my grandmother that she died in childbirth."

Granny Anzi said softly: "You are of extraordinary birth, Mrs. Yingzi wasted too much. Before you were born, she changed from a young woman to an old woman and died."

"You were born from Mrs. Yingzi's body."

He Lang was stunned when he heard this, inexplicably he had a deep respect for the mother of this body, and also vaguely understood why his father became a monk.

He said in a difficult tone: "She can choose to kill me."

Granny Anzi exclaimed, "Master, don't say that. Mrs. Yingzi is very much looking forward to your birth, and even made you a lot of little clothes!"

He Lang couldn't help looking at the light purple and dark green coat and long hakama he was wearing, feeling very uncomfortable.

The tip of the nose is a little sour, and the eye sockets are a little bit astringent. I was born as a human, but I need to suck my mother's flesh and blood to be born. This feeling is terrible.

In the days that followed, Helang began to learn all the knowledge seriously.

Mrs. Akiko once said that both his father and mother were well-known elegant people in Heian capital. He could not carry forward this reputation, but he was also unwilling to embarrass his biological parents.

He Lang doesn't have any literary talents. Regarding the cherry blossoms falling, which is extremely elegant in the eyes of celebrities in Heianjing, his only thought is... ah, spring is here ==

So he made a dry haiku: When the cherry blossoms fall, spring has arrived.

Yuan Boya applauded face-saving: "What a clear sentence!"

Mrs. Mingzi covered her face with her sleeves, crying with joy: "Good boy~ you are indeed Zhiguang and Yingzi's child, you have already realized this moment at a young age!"

Helang: "..."

Yuan Boya pointed to his yard with great interest: "Dan Yu, do you have a good sentence?"

The courtyard of Yuan Boya's house has a natural scenery and elegant, far-reaching meaning. At this moment, what Yuan Boya is pointing at is the dry landscape under the corridor, a piece of white sand imitating the sea, the white sand is artificially made into circles of waves, and a few black-gray rocks stand in the middle to form the shape of the sea. There are only dots of green grass dotted on the edge of the reef.

He Lang blinked and racked his brains: "The sand is white, the stone is black, and the waves are in it?"

Mrs. Mingzi exclaimed: "Good sentence! This is full of deep meaning!"

After hearing this, Yuan Boya closed his eyes slightly, clapped his hands and recited again, and looked at Helang with relief.

Helang: MDZZ.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Boya started to sing, but in just one sentence, there were twists and turns, and there was a slight tremor mixed with the long tone.

It was an ordinary sentence, but there was something more in his ups and downs, the whiteness of the sand and the blackness of the stone. After repeated twice in succession, the voice gradually became lower, as if a picture scroll was slowly unfolding, the quiet beach and the silence. The black stone of words quietly emerged.

In the last sentence, "the waves are in it", Yuan Boya suddenly accentuated his voice, as if a stormy sea roared suddenly, the breath was long and vast, and the sound of the waves seemed to be roaring and booming in his ears.

Yuan Boya sang it several times and then began to change the tune. Finally, he mixed several changed tunes, took out a piccolo from his sleeve, improvised the composition and kept improving the tune.

The clear sound of the flute sounded, and Mrs. Mingzi closed her eyes and listened in a state of intoxication, as if she was listening to the sound of the distant ocean waves.

He Lang looked at the grandparents who were suddenly immersed in the music and artistic conception, with a look of bewilderment.

...Very well, this is elegant, this is Heian-kyo.

Such elegance, he really can't appreciate it ==

From then on, even though He Lang had no interest in haiku, he couldn't bear his grandfather's enthusiastic discussions with him about natural landscapes such as mountains, birds, seas, God, stars, etc. He Lang had to dig Do haiku with an empty mind.

I have to say that Helang has a lot of experience. He traveled around in order to make a living in his early years. He has been to many places and seen many things. After all, people don’t bother to hide in front of animals, so Helang can be said to be well-informed and experienced. Rich.

Talking about waka and haiku every day, He Lang finally summed up his experience. Whenever he recites something, he must first praise the true colors of flowers and plants, and then connect these things with happy events when he is happy, and say sadly when he is unhappy. It would be a good haiku if some fate is uncertain and we will never meet again.

After a long time, Helang has gained a certain reputation in Ping'an capital!

The first time he heard the boy said that someone gave him a waka, He Lang was completely dumbfounded.

The piece of day lily colored paper with a faint rose fragrance was wrapped around an orchid, which looked very elegant. He Lang unwrapped it and saw that the handwriting on it was slender, most likely it was written by a woman.

"Lovesick people under the lovesickness tree, do you know how to know lovesickness?"

He Lang's face turned red, and Granny Anzi and the servant next to him were still giggling, looking proud ==

He Lang was about to scream. Is it funny that his four-year-old doll was given a love poem?

... Well, it is indeed worth laughing, provided that the protagonist of this matter is not him.

He Lang felt that he couldn't go on like this any longer.

Learning waka and haiku every day, he might really be assimilated by this group of retarded nobles!

He needs to save himself.

Helang began to think carefully about how to leave this world.

The Heiankyo era was an era when onmyoji and monsters were more powerful. He either relied on the way of onmyoji or the hands of monsters. Now, as a descendant of the Minamoto family, he has the natural advantage of learning onmyoji. Seimei's favorability, learn more spells and so on, so... Huh?etc?

Helang reacted abruptly!

He is simply retarded!He is human now, he can practice onmyoji and become an onmyoji!

If you have an onmyoji, can you bring dog food?With dog food, he can upgrade!

Thinking of this, He Lang burst out with new enthusiasm for life.

He found Yuan Boya and expressed his desire to learn Onmyoji and become a powerful Onmyoji.

Yuan Boya frowned slightly: "Onmyoji... If you become an Onmyoji, you will only be able to enter the Onmyoji in the future."

He touched He Lang's head: "The Holy Majesty is very fond of haiku poetry. You have made some achievements in studying poetry and prose this year, and I will also send your waka to the university. The Holy Majesty is looking forward to you. I want to summon you to the palace."

Helang: "..."

Yuan Boya: "However, you are not in good health and you are too young. For the sake of safety, I will resign for you. As long as you continue to study and study hard, you will be able to serve as a servant after you take Yuanfu. With my official position and your father before he became a monk, I will resign for you. For an official position, you can at least be an official of the rank below the fifth."

Helang: "..."

Yuan Boya: "The highest-ranking yin-yang head in the Yin-Yang Liao is no more than five, and it is even less likely to participate in state affairs."

Helang: "..."

Yuan Boya smiled: "So stop talking nonsense and study hard, you know?"

In short, there is no future for being an onmyoji, so you should recite Japanese and haiku well~

Helang: "..."

He clutched his glass heart and left.

The blow was too big, let him slow down.

He Lang returned to his room, rolled around on the tatami with the quilt in his arms, and it took him a long time to calm down from the oppression in his chest.

In Yuan Boya's view, being an official has a lot more future than being an Onmyoji, but for He Lang, he doesn't need that kind of future!

What he needs is dog food and strength!

……kindness?Wait, although he doesn't know about Yin-Yang for the time being, don't he still have a few shikigami cards in his kennel?

Can, can it be summoned?

Helang's heart was pounding.

What cards are in his kennel?Two two-star cards, four three-star cards and four four-star cards.

The two two-star cards are Sora and Maiya, the three-star cards are Kariya Matou, Kenneth, Ryunosuke Ugyu, and Kotomine Kirei, and the four-star cards are Archer Gilgamesh and Lancer Diarmuid , Caster Bluebeard Gilder and Berserker Lancelot.

The two-star card is not considered, only Kenneth is a bit capable in the three-star card, but Helang has no interest in this clock tower disciple, and does not plan to summon him, and the four-star card...Gilgamesh does not consider it, Bluebeard A bastard who likes to devour the souls of children, Pass!Lancelot is a Berserker job, can't speak, and Pass!

So there is only one choice?

Helang took out the four-star SSR card, Diarmuid Odina.

He took a deep breath: "Follow my call, come out! SSR Diarmuid Odina!"