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No matter how many years you look at the moonlight in Heian-kyo, it still looks like this. It doesn’t make any difference whether you look at it in the palace or in your own courtyard. Playing with paper figurines, at this time in the past, if he was not on duty in the palace, he would take the shikigami on a night tour of Heianjing, whether it was to sweep away demons and ghosts, or to have some fun when he was bored, in short, it was just a matter of passing time.

But today he has no intention of going out.

Throwing another little paper man far away on the ground of the courtyard, the limp paper man seemed to have a soul before it landed, jumping up and down on the ground a few times, happily stepping on its two crude short legs Got into the grass.

"Qingming?" A doubtful voice sounded from the door. Yuan Boya tentatively turned his head halfway in from the open door and took a look. Surprised.

"Ah, it's been a long time, Master Boya." The big onmyoji in white hunting clothes squinted at the door with a smile, and blew on the little paper man in his palm, endowing it with spirituality, and asked slowly, "The night is just right. , Didn't Boya go for a tryst with your noble daughter?"

There are ghosts and ghosts at night in Heianjing, but nobles also like to drive there at night to find fragrance and sex. It is not uncommon for them to stay in different women's homes for several days in a row.

Yuan Boya was ridiculed by his friend, but he didn't feel angry, and walked around the grassy courtyard as usual: "Qingming, are you angry? I didn't come to you a few days ago because I got an order to go to Harima country……"

The grand onmyoji raised an eyebrow with a look of astonishment on his face: "Where am I angry? Anger will breed resentful ghosts."

Yuan Boya was silent for a while, and pointed out: "But you never called me Master Boya Palace before."

Qingming wiped away the bat fan one by one, covered his lips, and showed a smirk unique to the son of a white fox: "Oh, oh, where did you say that? Are you accusing me of not being respectful enough in the past?"

Yuan Boya showed a look of begging for mercy. He never said anything about the son of the white fox who was always thinking about it, so he hurriedly changed the subject: "Why is Qingming at home today? Ah, I mean, you used to talk about it every night. Will go out to watch at night."

Abe Seimei teased him a few words, then followed him and talked about other things contentedly: "This is because there will be a distinguished guest at the door today."

Minamoto looked at Abe Seimei in surprise.

Abe Seimei seems to be humble and respectful to everyone, but he is actually the most arrogant person. An onmyoji who can even control twelve gods, it is not very credible to say that he really put himself under the gods joke.

It is very difficult to get his approval.

In the past, he would call those who came to entrust him as honored guests, but Yuan Boya could tell that it was just a simple address. It made no difference to Abe Seimei whether it was honored guests or strangers.

But this time, when the handsome son of the white fox said this word, a real smile appeared on his face.

Yuan Boya did not continue to ask the bottom line, but nodded knowingly: "Is it a very important friend?"

Abe Seimei lowered his eyes, watching the little paper man who just jumped into the weeds jump back and put a slender green flower on his hand: "Ah... yes, Boya has seen it too."

A small question mark wobbled above Yuan Boya's head.

Before he could figure out what was going on, Abe Seimei suddenly straightened his back, and his smile widened: "Here we come."

In just a split second, a howling wind surged outside the door, and the wind was fleeting, so fast that Yuan Boya almost thought that the noise of the treetops rattling was his illusion.

"...Won't it hurt if the tail is scratched by the turbulence? Hasn't it grown well?" It was a young man's voice with a little helplessness, "I said I can come by myself, and I'm not alone..."

"Ge Ye's son has a lot of eyes, you can't." Then another lazy male voice sounded, this voice seemed to be born with a smile, and it made people happy when they heard it, and they couldn't help but want to follow him away.

Abe Seimei's smiling face froze for a moment, Yuan Boya saw him nonchalantly knocking twice on the porch with his bat fan: "Isn't the good wine sent by Dajiangshan worth visiting from afar?"

The voice outside the door paused, and the young man before sighed: "Let's say Seimei can hear it, did Yu Zaoqian do it on purpose?"

Before Tamamo? !

Hearing the name of this legendary monster, Yuan Boya was taken aback for a moment, and then saw two people walking in from the door.

The young man walking in front was wearing a straight suit that was easy to move around, without a hat, his hair was tied up casually, and a Taidao that could not be seen clearly was hanging from his waist, while the man behind him was nearly one height taller than him Her long hair shone with pearl-like luster and draped behind her shoulders, and she was dressed in layers of gorgeous clothes. The shades of red wrapped it like a beautiful jade in the sky, and set off the beauty of that person beyond gender like a bright moon.

Rao Yuan Boya, a man who is used to seeing all kinds of beauties in the palace, couldn't help being shaken for a moment.

When they approached, the glamorous fox demon unceremoniously threw a small paper figurine in Abe Seimei's lap, "It's boring."

The little paper man pretended to be dead in front of Tamazamo, with limbs hanging limply, pretending that he was a piece of paper without a soul, and when it fell on Abe Seimei's lap, he scrambled up, as if The child found his parents, flamboyantly thrust his waist in front of Yuzao.

Seimei Abe held down the little paper figurine who was eager to jump up with one finger, and looked at Yuzao with an innocent face: "What's the matter? My newly folded shikigami is for Izumi to do housework."

When Yuzao heard the words, she rolled her beautiful and expensive eyes.

Jingujiquan on the side added with a smile: "It was grabbing Tamazamo's tail at the door."

Abe Seimei made an expression of sudden realization on purpose: "Ah, that's it, Shikigami Protector, did you do something bad at the door?"

Knowing this, the son of the white fox was very proficient in making this set, Jingongjiquan allowed the two of them to bicker childishly, found a place to sit down, and said hello to Boya who was beside him.

Yuan Boya looked at this unfamiliar young man with a puzzled expression on his face. He didn't remember where he had seen him before, but it seemed vaguely that he had known him before...

His gaze accidentally fell on the opponent's waist, his eyes widened suddenly, and he pointed at the vibrating knife with one hand: "Ahhhhhhh!"

Suddenly remembered something but couldn't say it, Yuan Boya shook his finger, pointed at the young man, and pointed at the very familiar Taidao, and it took him a long time to hold back a name: "Higakiri!"

He remembered where he had seen this person before!Although it is not this face, but that feeling!Exactly the same!

The young palace secretary of Guishen Shrine!

It's called... what's it called?

Seems to be--

He was about to say that name when Abe Seimei seemed to interject inadvertently: "I haven't said congratulations yet, your soul has been completely stabilized."

After saying this, Abe Seimei fixed his eyes slightly on Yuan Boya, shook his head slightly, narrowed his eyes and smiled at him.

Can't say, can't say, shouldn't say.

Tamamo raised his eyes and glanced at the layers of enchantment spells above Abe House, and let out a sneer from his throat: "Isn't he dead yet?"

Abe Seimei sighed: "After all, he is an important god who enjoys the imperial family's enshrining. He also has a noble god book in Takamahara. How could it dissipate so easily? He is just sleeping because he was seriously injured. Maybe he wakes up next time." It will be a thousand years later, but we still need to be more cautious.”

Yuzao thought of the hateful god who broke his tail, and suddenly felt that the root of the tail was still hurting, and his face suddenly turned ugly.

But even if a beauty is angry, she is still a beauty. Abe Seimei said to him soothingly, "It's not a big deal that needs attention. As long as you don't mention his name and don't show off in the street, the sleeping gods won't notice him."

Izumi Jinguji leaned back on the pillar, Tamamo glanced at Abe Seimei, said nothing, the gorgeous twelve singles swayed, and a huge fluffy tail rushed out and squeezed into the Jingu Between the back of the temple spring and the pillars.

Jingongjiquan skillfully wrapped the tip of the fluffy tail protruding in his arms and hugged it, and deliberately moved the topic away from Gao Longshen: "Qingming's life is really pleasant. I go to Yinyang Liao to work at noon, and I can get it before the sun goes down." When I go home, I can often avoid things and not go to work... I really want to avoid things."

Abe Seimei smiled and listened to his friends complaining about his work pressure, and asked casually: "Are there no juniors worth training? You can tell them that it is to exercise their abilities, and then leave the work to them."

A disapproving expression appeared on Yuan Boya's face, while Jingujiquan was amazed: "Wow, that sounds very experienced, Seimei! What kind of spooky speech is this from a black-hearted senior in the workplace!"

Abe Seimei raised his hand, and a girl in a light pink kimono came out with a tray, with a sweet smile on her face, put down the jug in her hand, and backed away without a sound.

The Great Onmyoji slapped the empty wine glass in front of him with a bat, and a gurgling stream gushed out from the bottom of the wine glass, filling a glass of wine in a short while.

"This is the wine vessel I found in Izumo not long ago. I have developed spiritual consciousness, and I like pouring wine for myself the most." The big onmyoji turned the fan again, and pointed in the direction where the girl left just now, "Then It's my shikigami, if she didn't take care of my daily life, I might starve to death."

Yuzao's expression twisted for a moment when he heard the words, starved to death?

Even though Abe’s residence doesn’t even have a kitchen, even if the Emperor starved to death in Heian-kyo, Abe Seimei would not starve to death that day.

All the monsters are willing to do their best to serve this unparalleled onmyoji, the world where the strong are respected is so unreasonable, because Abe Seimei is the most powerful, so the monsters are willing to be his servants, let Such an outstanding onmyoji to cook and cook, this is an insult to the monsters.

"Letting them do things is not a kind of oppression, it is knowing people and making good use of them, and doing what they can." Abe Seimei said nonsense in a serious manner.

Yuan Boya listened with a strange expression, wanted to refute but couldn't find an argument, and scratched his forehead in distress.

Jingujiquan knew that this friend's temperament was probably a common problem of the fox clan. Like Yuzao, he was very good at speaking. If they wanted to, they might be able to trick them into giving them the emperor's seat.

In the face of such people, it is best not to listen to what they have to say.

"Seimei is talking nonsense again." Jingujiquan scratched the tail of the fox in his arms, and combed the silvery white down for Tamamo. Jingujiquan pressed it down calmly.

Abe Seimei shook his fan, and said in a coquettish manner: "How can it be called heresy, this is the truth in the world!"

Jingujiquan narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "Then, Abe-kun who knows the truth of the world at his fingertips, has he visited Genji's Patriarch recently?"

Abe Seimei's expression was stuck in the middle of the road.

Yuan Boya looked at his friend suspiciously: "Brother? Does Qingming have something to entrust to your brother?"

Abe Seimei quickly recovered his nonchalant expression: "No, not really, it's just out of courtesy..."

Jingujiquan took the first step: "Yes, because of Mr. Boya's care for Qingming, it is really unreasonable for Qingming not to visit his brother."

Yuan Boya blinked blankly: "...Take care? No, in terms of taking care of me, Qingming should take care of me more..."

Abe Seimei tapped his palm with a fan, his eyes fell on Jingujiquan's waist, and he smiled slyly: "Speaking of which, shouldn't you also visit Raikou-sama?"

Jingujiquan smirked at him: "If you want to go, go if you have time."

Abe Seimei's smiling face was exactly the same as his: "I'm going too, it's just that Yinyang Liao is busy with affairs during this time..."

The two smirked at each other, and turned their faces away at the same time.

Yuan Boya was still stuck on the last topic: "Didn't Qingming always say that the dormitory is very leisurely, and that things can be left to yin and yang students..."

Abe Seimei looked at him, let out a sigh of relief, and finally said nothing, raised the wine plate: "Boya, do you want to drink?"

Boya, who was easily distracted, waved his hand: "I won't drink anymore. I recently got a new sheet music. The melody is beautiful and moving. How about blowing it to you?"

Qingming applauded first: "I haven't heard Ye Er's performance for a long time, today is a good day."

Yuan Boya took off the dragon flute leaves from his waist, put it on his lips, and blew out the first clear and melodious note.

The courtyard suddenly fell into a silent silence, only the chirping of birds and insects and the sound of the flute flying up into the sky. The Great Onmyoji held the wine plate with one hand, and looked at his long-lost friend with peace in his eyes gentle smile.