Mistake · Ascension Notes

The historical origin of the Holy See of Light can no longer be traced. Thousands of years ago, it was only a tool used by the God of Light to gain faith. It was not until the war of faith began, the gods fell one after another, and the Son of God established a new concept of the Holy See, that its rights were truly real. into the hands of human beings.

Inside the Vatican, in an empty room, a young man in a white mage robe stood by the window, looking at the royal capital not far below the mountain. From here, the city was so small that it was unbelievable.

With an indifferent face, he slowly raised his hand and placed it in front of his eyes, covering the city. There was no emotion in his light blue eyes, "Mursa..."

The white and slender hands were clenched suddenly, as if they wanted to hold the city in their palms. The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, exuding boundless majesty.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the room.

"Ian, I'm Junhe, are you here?"

The person who was standing by the window in a daze seemed to have woken up. He quickly turned his head to look at the door, with a cloudy expression on his face. It took him a while to react, and he walked over and opened the door.

"Jun He, why did you suddenly think of coming to me?" The moment I opened the door, Ian had already recovered his spring-like smile, looked at the two people in front of him, and turned slightly, "Come in and talk, I don't have anything to entertain you here Yes, never mind."

"I'm really sorry to come here rashly." Jun He didn't make too much politeness, and directly cut into the topic, "I'm here this time to discuss with the Holy See of Light and attack the Holy See of Darkness."

The smile on Ian's face stopped, he stared deeply at the man in front of him, and remained silent, the room fell into a strange silence for a while.

After a while, Ian lowered his eyes and broke the silence, "How sure are you?"

"Then it depends on the Holy See, the Pope, and you." Jun He chuckled.

*****

On the other side, somewhere in the south of the Kingdom of Jill, in an attic full of ancient rhymes, the young man's painful sex is ringing out.

"How do you feel now? Is it still in pain?" In the attic, Ziqing looked at the pale young man worriedly, and gritted her teeth in self-blame, "If I knew you would be so uncomfortable, I should have thought of another way. Blame me…"

"It has nothing to do with you, it's me... wanting to restore my memory as soon as possible," Jueyou sat against the wall, his voice trembling because of the excessive pain, "If this time... I can remember everything from the past, No matter how painful it is... it's worth it!"

As he said that, he couldn't help curling up. The pain in his brain that seemed to explode was too terrifying. Jueyou whispered, his already pale skin was now even bloodless, which made Ziqing beside him anxious straight circle.

"What can I do... that's right!" Zi Qing's eyes suddenly lit up, he was a little hesitant, but looking at the painful young man in front of him, he finally gritted his teeth, knelt down in front of Jueyou, cupped his cheeks with both hands, and leaned forward. He went up and kissed those cold lips.

Just as imagined, it has some coolness and cold air, but it is so soft that people can't help but taste it carefully.

Ziqing stabilized her mind, waved away the thoughts in her heart, and circulated energy all over her body, slowly transmitting the green light from her heart to the other party...

For a moment, the room fell into silence, and the two people surrounded by soft light leaned close together, the sound of breathing was barely audible.

……

Jueyou felt that he had fallen into an unfathomable cold abyss, with gusts of wind whistling in his ears, and his whole body fell down quickly. The feeling of weightlessness made him stretch out his hands weakly to grab something, but it was of no avail.

"It's the first time we meet, I'm Xunyuan."

A familiar gentle voice sounded in his ears, Jueyou moved his lips, looking at the young man with a gentle smile in front of him, he couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

"You are so strange. If you don't practice, why do you always follow me?" The sunny boy sat on the lawn by the river, turned his head to look at the people around him, and frowned unhappily, "I can tell you, don't think about it." Get my master's idea from me!" That weird look made people laugh, the young man also softened his brows and eyes, and stretched out his hands to rub his hair, "Don't worry, I have no bad intentions."

"Then why are you always following me?" The young man pouted and covered his head, "Don't touch my head, what should I do if I can't grow taller!"

"Okay, okay," the young man smiled helplessly and dotingly, "I've been following you, of course, because I like you, Jueyou."

I like you, Jueyou.

How did the teenager react?The nine-point shock was mixed with one-point joy, and he wanted to put on a look of indifference, "There are many people who like me, and you are not missing!"

"I know, but I still like you, I like you very much," the affection in the young man's eyes seemed to be bottomless like a deep pool, and his heart gradually fell into it, and was submerged little by little, "Jueyou, I will try my best to prove my love for you."

Xun Yuan is really a terrible person. He has pursued the youth for thousands of years. He is gentle and considerate without making people feel bored. For such a person, even the most indifferent heart will be melted.

What's more, he has been shaken for a long time?

"Okay, okay, is it annoying to follow me all day... I promise you."

The sweet scene in front of him suddenly disappeared, and he fell into the endless darkness again.

Jueyou looked indifferent, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"It's really a wonderful cultivation system, if you study it carefully..."

"Our strength will definitely be stronger!"

"Xunyuan, you've done a good job, don't worry, all the power in this guy belongs to you!"

Noisy and sharp voices surrounded him, but the man's voice was still gentle.

"Grateful."

The boy suddenly opened his eyes.

……

"Jueyou, you're finally awake!" The familiar voice made him startled, and he turned his head to see that the man was sitting by the bed with an anxious expression, "What happened, why did you suddenly pass out?"

"...Xunyuan..." The boy lying on the bed looked dazed for a moment, and his eyes became sharp again, "Xunyuan!!"

The voice was extremely angry, mixed with deep disappointment and remorse, only hearing Xun Yuan's heart skip a beat, could it be that Jueyou has recovered his memory?

"Ayou," he whispered tentatively, "what's wrong with you?"

Jueyou was startled, he tried his best to restrain the overwhelming anger in his heart, suppressed his trembling hands, took a deep breath, and said softly: "It's nothing... I just had a dream, dreaming that you didn't want me anymore."

Xun Yuan didn't dare to do what he wanted, he breathed a sigh of relief, took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat off the young man's forehead, and said softly, "Ah You, don't be afraid, dreams are always reversed, why would I not want you?"

"Well," Jueyou's expression was light, he turned his head slightly, avoiding the other party's hand that wanted to caress his side face, and said in a low voice, "I'm a little uncomfortable, can I rest for a while?"

"...Okay, okay." Xun Yuan smiled stiffly. He stood up, pulled the quilt for the young man, turned around and left the room. He stood outside the door for a long time, and after confirming that there was no movement inside, he slowed down. leave slowly.

After a while, the boy's worried voice sounded beside his ears: "Jueyou..."

"he's gone?"

"Hmm..." There was a flash of green light in the room, and Ziqing appeared in the corner. He looked at the pale boy with a complicated expression, "Have you remembered?"

"Almost," Jueyou didn't want to say this, he turned his head, looked at the peony pattern on the wall, and said calmly, "Can I get in touch with the master?"

"It should be possible. There are often a few people wandering outside the building. I checked, and it seems that Mr. Jun entrusted the saint to investigate the situation."

"Really," Jueyou relaxed when he heard Junhe's name, "It's good if we can get in touch."

"You tell the master, although Xunyuan is now a high-level immortal, his meridians are unstable, and sometimes his spiritual power will flow backwards, just relying on the former...my spiritual power to hold on there," said here, His expression turned cold, "To deal with him, you just need to spend a little more time. When his spiritual power is unstable but cannot be replenished immediately, killing Xun Yuan will be easy."

The young man's voice remained unchanged, and Zi Qing couldn't help asking, "If... if Xun Yuan really died, would you be sad?"

"No." A firm answer, no room for doubt.

Jueyou lay on his side on the bed, his hands under the quilt quietly clenched into fists.

How come...sad.

The author has something to say: Update, in fact, the main thread of this article is coming to an end and I haven’t figured it out yet... This is the first time I’ve written an article other than fast time travel, forgive me and forgive OTZ

The author travels together in the second district of Onmyoji, id Qi Yanyi, is there anyone who has been together~(￣▽￣～)~