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This tune is short and easy to remember. Seimei Abe repeated it twice, and Izumi Jinguji had memorized all the syllables.

"The spring scenery of the mountain has grown, and my son has traveled far away but does not return; the summer scenery of the mountain has flourished, and my son has traveled far away, but does not return; the autumn scenery of the mountain has faded, and my son has traveled far away, but does not return; the winter scenery of the mountain has withered, and I When will you return from your long journey?" Abe Seimei slowly recited this short song that was so straightforward and vulgar that it was ridiculous, and then let go of the leaves in his hand.

"This was sung by the wife of a woodcutter's family when I passed by. Their only son left home to study in the capital. Excessively blind, I just sit in front of the door and sing this song every day."

Jingujiquan listened to him silently, and there was a brief silence between the two of them. Abe Seimei picked up the leaf and played the piece again. After he stopped, Jingujiquan said abruptly: " Then what?"

Abe Seimei tilted his head: "Huh?"

He uttered a question, but there was a smile in his ice-cold blue eyes.

Izumi Jinguji cleared his throat, and found helplessly that even if he did so, his voice could not be clearer, so he had to continue with the question just now: "Is there a story below? Otherwise, what is it worth remembering for Abe-kun?" What about others?"

Abe Seimei laughed: "I said this as if I was a person without emotion. As far as I said, it is already a very sad and helpless story."

Jingongjiquan hooked the corners of his lips in an unclear manner, not knowing whether he was laughing at the previous sentence or the latter sentence.

"However, if the story stops here, there is indeed something worthy of sighing and shedding tears, but it is limited to this. And if it is followed by what happened later, it may be more worthy of people's deep thinking."

Abe Seimei didn't worry about where Jingujiquan's smile landed, but continued: "When I came there, it was the next winter after the death of the woodcutter. The mountains and forests in winter are really not suitable for human survival, and that lady She was very kind, so I accepted her invitation to live in the room of her son who has traveled far.”

Abe Seimei unfolded the fan, hung it in the air and drew a spell with his fingers, and lightly patted Jingujiquan on the shoulder, the faint golden light flashed away, and Jingujiquan felt the suffocation in his body that was oppressed to the point of shattering All of a sudden a lot easier.

"I lived there for seven days. I went out during the day to swim with some ghosts and goblins in the mountains, and returned to the hut at night. No matter when I went out and came back, I could always see the lady sitting at the gate of the yard, singing this song. A short song that looks forward to the child's return."

"What happened later?" Jingujiquan raised his face and looked at the sky that was so clear that people were fascinated by it, and answered in a very unpleasant way, "You found out that she is a monster?"

Abe Seimei stopped talking helplessly, and the onmyoji, who had been carrying the mature and elegant demeanor of an adult, showed a little childishness for the first time, "So who am I going to be in the future! It makes people wonder Do you think I should meet a monster when you see me?"

Jingujiquan looked at him sympathetically.

Not only that, you will make people think that wherever you appear are monsters when they hear you.

From a single-target attack to an all-round AOE, you have made progress, Abe-kun.

It may be that the sympathy in his eyes was too obvious, Abe Seimei was stunned for two seconds, and actually smiled bitterly: "Okay, okay, it looks not too different from what I expected... In short, it's your guess It's not wrong, that lady has become an earth-bound spirit."

"It may be that she lost her husband's care, so she couldn't survive that particularly cold winter; it may also be that she was too sad and died of a serious illness; or she encountered wild beasts and robbers in the forest... In short, she didn't realize I realized that I was dead, but I was bound by longing and sorrow, staying forever in the winter when my husband died and my son did not return."

Abe Seimei simply summed up the woman's second half of her life with a few "possibility".

"What about you? What did you do?" Jingujiquan asked.

Abe Seimei asked slyly: "What about you? If it were you, what would you do?"

Jingongjiquan was stunned, thought for a while, and then replied seriously: "I will tell her that her son will not come back, and let her go to the place where the dead should go earlier."

Abe Seimei nodded in pain, and said lightly: "I did that too. I broke her up and sent her to Huangquan Hirazaka."

The two looked at each other for a while, and Jingujiquan was a little puzzled: "Uh...you did the right thing."

So why are you looking at me like that?

The boy with silver hair and blue eyes sighed: "I also think I did the right thing, but they said I did it wrong."

Jingongjiquan frowned: "Who? Why do people who don't have back pain while standing talking talk to them?"

Abe Seimei explained in a good voice: "It's some little monsters in the mountains. After knowing that I broke up the earth binding spirit there, they were very excited and said that at least the woman should wait until her son comes back... But obviously , compared to the son who doesn’t know when he will come back and may not come back at all, of course it is more important to deal with the earth-bound spirit that is about to alienate into a ghost.”

"Then they said that I don't understand. Even ghosts have the right to miss their children... What they said was so strange that I couldn't understand it anyway, so I decided to come to Kyoto and find the ghost. Ask the son who is still alive."

"If he loves his mother, why didn't he go home for so many years? And if he has forgotten that there are people waiting for him in the distance, then I think it is a blessing for her that I send that lady to reincarnation early ?”

"Or, you are also a human being, and you should be able to understand human emotions. Can you answer my doubts?"

The light blue eyes turned to Jingujiquan, and there was an unmistakable seriousness in it.

Being asked a question that only a human can answer by a half-demon, the black-haired human fell silent in embarrassment.

He...he didn't understand very well either.

Although he is a human being, the emotions he experiences are so thin that there is almost no emotion. The tears and smiles he sees belong to others. In his world, there are only rotten death, stinking blood, and the stubbornness to live no matter what.

"Maybe... I want to live. As long as I can live, it's good no matter what." Jingujiquan said this at the end.

Abe Seimei was noncommittal, and smiled instead: "So, if it was you, would you leave immediately after death?"

Jingujiquan refused without any hesitation: "No."

Abe Seimei asked: "Is it because there are people worthy of nostalgia?"

"No, people who haven't reached that level yet." Jingujiquan said very coldly, "I just want to live, no matter what."

The onmyoji who got the answer paused for a while: "So this makes it a little difficult for me. Your power, if you refuse to leave after death, can't be described by a mere earth-bound spirit, and it will immediately turn into a vicious one. The ghosts and gods..."

Until now, the peerless onmyoji who showed his true purpose restrained his smile, and discussed in a tone of "it's a bit difficult but not impossible": "Being a ghost is not a good experience. The world of ghosts is very evil and terrifying." .”

Hearing the words, Jingujiquan agreed vaguely, then lowered his head and stroked the Taidao in his arms: "That can't be helped, I promised him that I must wait for him to come back. If it's so bad... then let him It’s not bad to have one more anecdote about killing ghosts.”

Abe Seimei blinked his eyes, and then he saw the whole picture of the Shintachi clearly, and suddenly let out a "huh".

"This...is a masterpiece of this world, right?" Great Onmyoji frowned slightly, "Well...it doesn't feel out of place at all, did you really bring it with you?"

Jingongjiquan was startled: "What do you mean?"

The blue-eyed onmyoji tilted his head: "That is to say, he has completely integrated into this world. Unlike you, a foreign existence, he has become a legal existence that even I cannot recognize."

The young man with delicate and beautiful face blinked his long eyelashes: "And, in a short time, I can't leave."

Only then did Jingujiquan vaguely remember that Tsurumaru Kuninaga...he seemed to be a sword born in the Heian period. It is impossible for a sword that has just been polished to be produced by Fusangshen. Could it be that... as Fusang The god Tsurumaru, recognized by this time and space, was dragged into the newly born sword? !

Shocked and speechless, Jingu Jiquan stared at Abe Seimei blankly, and got a positive look from the other party.

"This is really..." Jingujiquan didn't know what to say, leaned against the tree trunk for a while, and sighed regretfully: "It seems that I can't wait for him to come back, so I tore up the promise, Tsurumaru must Will it explode?"

Abe Seimei didn't feel much about it. After looking at Jingujiquan for a while, he opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Someone is calling you."

The twilight, invisible to ordinary people, wraps around the soul in front of him from all directions, like a chain, wrapping round and round tightly around this young man with drooping cheeks. Much easier.

The young Onmyoji then spread out his fan, covered the corner of his smiling mouth with the fan, and his beautiful fox eyes curled up nicely: "They are calling you home."

"As a friend who met by chance, I can help you too." Saying this, the young man in hunting clothes raised his hands and sleeves, and a thin silvery light suddenly appeared on the cypress fan, like a floating Milky Way flowing down the world, in the verdant forest There is a beautiful light like the rolling ocean.

"By the way, I haven't told Abe-kun my name yet. My surname is Jinguji, and my name is Bai." Jinguji Izumi, who hesitated imperceptibly for two seconds before handing over his real name, said, "Since Tsurumaru is staying here temporarily , Please ask Abe-kun to keep this vibrating knife, and I will definitely come to take him home in the future."

The snow-white and slender sword lay quietly in his hand, and Abe Seimei took it with both hands with a smile: "I will live up to your trust."

The silvery white light became more and more intense, and at the same time that the line of sight was about to be swallowed, Jingujiquan suddenly said: "The answer to that question, next time you come, can you please tell me, Abe-kun?"

Abe Seimei quickly understood what he was referring to, and gracefully folded his sleeves and nodded: "If I can find the answer...Jinguji-kun can also tell me your answer. Also, Abe-kun What, isn't it too unfamiliar?"

The two people who had been friends for a long time when they met for the first time looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"So, Seimei, goodbye."

The future Great Onmyoji covered his sincere smile with a fan: "Goodbye, friend."