Ah Yin is embarrassed now,? Very embarrassed.

She couldn't get involved in the atmosphere of the father and son at all, it was stiff, as if even the air was about to freeze,? The warm and pleasant late spring directly reversed to the cold winter, and the daytime was swishingly cold.

She took a step back,? Another step back.

"If there's nothing else,? I'll go back first?"

Chanyuanhui turned around: "Well,? Have a good rest."

Watching Ah Yin turn and leave, Zen Yuanhui's brows that had just been loosened just now tightened again. He seemed to be enduring something, and it was only because of his good upbringing and self-control that he didn't leave on the spot.

"Father, what do you mean?"

The old-faced middle-aged man took a deep look at him, and sighed, "Hui, you don't have to be so guarded against me...I'm just telling the truth."

"Did you really not notice that those high-level people pay more and more attention to Miss Ayin recently?"

"Her meaning,? It has already surpassed the 'shikigami' rhetoric you used at the beginning. In the eyes of some people with good intentions, this contract of yours has become a tool to use her."

Zen Yuanhui's expression became colder and colder. Why didn't he understand what he said? It was just said by someone else. It was really unpleasant.

"I have a close relationship with you and Wujo Wudu, possessing a unique magic technique, the body of an immortal shikigami..." What does not match the old face of Qianming in the Zen Academy is his burning eyes, pointing directly at people's hearts, " So many traits concentrated in one person, isn't that enough to attract the attention of those old men?"

"It's just that Ms. Ayin is lucky. Her guides in the magic world are you and Gojo Satoru."

"So, no one dares to touch her at present."

But this delicate and fragile balance is about to be broken by the holy object.

"Even if you and Gojo Satoru object, those old guys will insist on letting Miss Ayin pick up the Kagura bell and preside over the consecration ceremony of the sacred object." The middle-aged man sneered, not knowing who he was mocking, "It's not just Because Miss Ayin is the most qualified, and it is also a kind of test for them, a test to see clearly the limit of her ability."

"Even His Majesty the Emperor will acquiesce."

The consecration ceremony of the holy relic.

In the Kagura Dance of the New Year Festival, Gojo Satoru mentioned it.

【Exorcise evil spirits, recall old spirits】.

Even though the Goddess has great power, the sacred object that has been sealed in the world for 1000 years and polluted by ghosts and monsters, the effectiveness of making wishes has been reduced to only a few points.

In order to purify the filth, the Kagura dance that prays to the gods is an indispensable part.

That requires absolutely pure magic power, a strong and stable reserve.

Even Zenyuan Hui didn't meet the requirements, because the spells he cultivated by drawing power from the dark shadows and using monster shikigami were not pure enough.

It's helpless to say that the magic world is sparsely populated, and the polarization is very serious. Among the top group of people, there is only one Wujo Wu who meets the requirements of Kagura Dance.

It's a pity that Gojo Satoru was also defeated by the threshold of gender.

Zen Yuanhui thought to himself with a blank face.

The conversation changed, and the middle-aged man comforted him again: "You don't have to worry too much, after all, it's not a bad thing. Hui, the reason why you feel awkward is just because Miss A Yin was kicked out of the shelves. Is it completely exposed to the eyes of the public?"

He looked at Zenyuanhui meaningfully: "You can no longer hide her in the golden house, and she is no longer your only lark..."

Chanyuanhui: "Huh?"

The black-haired young man raised his eyes and glanced at him as if looking at a fool.

His expression was indescribable, his lips moved slightly, and it was only because of the last bit of filial piety left that he didn't say "Are you acting too much" on the spot, and then demolished his father's stage.

Qianming from the Chanyuan was silent, and changed the topic pretending nothing happened.

"As expected, the consecration ceremony will be held at the end of summer. Instead of escaping from reality, it's better to let the girl prepare well."

After leaving this sentence, the man left in a hurry.Chanyuanhui: "Oh."

There are too many troubles, and he is very tired.

After much deliberation, he still decided to write a letter to Gojo Satoru and discuss the matter with him seriously.

[Five Enlightenment Proposals:

Regarding the consecration ceremony of the sacred object, I personally think that it is best not to expose Ayin to the public's sight too early. She has not yet grown up and is not suitable to bear such a heavy burden.

So, I have a proposal from my side. 】

Because both of them are in Kyoto, letters go back and forth several times a day. In the afternoon of that day, Chanyuan Kei received a reply letter from Gojo Satoru.

His reply was as personal as ever, with no format, no honorific title, and a casual and perfunctory attitude. It was more like a small note than a letterhead.

Of course, Zenyuanhui is not a person who cares about these immodest manners. On the contrary, Wujo Wu's straight-forward and unprocrastinating style makes him feel more comfortable.

Gojo Satoru only replied one sentence.

[What proposal, let's hear it? 】

In order to save pen and ink, Chanyuan Hui simply forgot the troublesome letter etiquette, imitating him and began to write small notes.

[Maybe another person can replace Ayin. 】

Messenger from the two families added two extra chicken legs to dinner today.

In order to reward them for running life and death this day.

As soon as Chanyuan Hui said this, Gojo Wu's doubts came on the spot.

[I think so too, but if there are qualified people in the magic world, why are we still so distressed? 】

Zen Yuanhui put away the letter paper, and sprinkled ink with a flat face.

A king bomb came to Wujo Wu.

[Gojo Satoru, what do you think is the probability of cheating the gods if you dress up as a woman? 】

This time, there was no news from Wutiao's family for a long time, as if they were suddenly dumb, which was in stark contrast to their frequent communication before.

About three days later, a crumpled note was delivered to Chanyuanhui, which had obviously been trampled.

[Should I thank you for believing in my mana level? 】

Gojo Satoru's gnashing of teeth can be seen between the lines.

Chanyuanhui was a little distressed, dipped in the ink, trying to show her seriousness through neat handwriting.

[I'm not joking.If you think about it, you are the only one who has the conditions of "pure mana power", "vast reserve", "powerful output", and "fine control" in the magic world of Japan.

I can't, I was brushed off the first item.

You're just a little older and your gender doesn't match.

But from the outside, there is absolutely no way to tell your real age to the naked eye.

As for you being male... I don't think you should get too stuck on gender.

I find it strange that the person performing the Kagura dance must be a young girl. If the focus is on the purity of the mantra, I don't believe that Six Eyes is not enough.

True beauty is not about gender.

You can try women's clothing, Gojo Satoru.

The gods will be moved by you. 】

Zen Yuanhui explained the great truth, he was persuasive, reversed black and white, broke the truth, and wanted to pass on his feelings.

It's a pity that the joys and sorrows of people are not connected.

When Gojo Satoru saw Zenyuan Hui's note, his smile was so ferocious that he could scare away all the curse spirits in Kyoto without bloodshed.

"Your Excellency Wujo?!"

Riko, who came to ask him about his homework, was taken aback, holding the book tightly and trembling: "You, are you okay..."

Gojo Satoru quickly curbed his murderous aura, turned around, and showed a brighter smile to Riko: "It's all right? Did you encounter any problems in schoolwork? Come and show me."

"OK……"

Riko moved over carefully, and secretly glanced at Gojo Satoru out of the corner of her eye.

She has lived in Wujo's house for a while, and she still felt a little uncomfortable at first, but the people here treated her very well, and Lizi has a big heart, so she felt at ease after a while.

The Gotiao family did not restrict her personal freedom. Lizi can go out to play at any time, and keep in touch with her friends who are far away in the Zenyuan.

All thanks to the two men who brought her out of the village.

Although Gojo Satoru looks very unprincipled on weekdays, he also takes extra care of her, arranging a place for her, selecting servants, hiring tutors, and occasionally taking time off to guide her in her studies.

This is what the little girl admires the most.

According to the oldest tutor, Mr. Wujo got full marks in all subjects in his childhood studies!The kind of god-level genius who is so outstanding!

Riko felt bald when she thought about those complex arithmetic expressions, and her admiration for Gojo Satoru increased day by day.

The light is just right.

Even the sun felt ashamed in front of him, and dared not look straight in the face, so he could only secretly send a ray of sunshine to kiss the corner of his eyes.

The skin is embellished jade white porcelain, the pupils are the vast sea and the universe, and the hair is silk woven by ice silkworms. It is like a living fairy walking out of a painting. It is so perfect that ordinary people can't afford to be jealous and can only look up to it. The most beautiful creation.

Riko looked a little dumbfounded.

Her lips fluttered like a ghost, and she murmured out a word.

"Your Excellency Wujo, you are really prettier than a girl, even the gods will be moved..."

"Snapped!"

The carved red lacquered wooden desk in front of Wujou suddenly broke, and debris scattered all over the floor. The neatly stacked documents were scattered, ink was spilled, staining the floor black, the inkstone was broken in two, and the scene was a mess.

Riko: "Hey!"

If the little girl was a little rabbit, she would definitely have her ears pricked up in fright at this moment.

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Did she say something wrong just now?

Gojo Satoru still had a smile on his lips and gentle eyes. If he hadn't cracked the table with his palm just now, he might have appeared more amiable.

"Riko, call someone to clean it up." He said lightly, "This table is unusable."

Riko shrank her head: "Okay."

The little girl ran out in a hurry, while Wujo Wu sat on the chair and thought for a long time.

Is it a sin to be too good-looking?

He took out the only piece of rice paper left and tore it into strips.

Before the ink was dry, he picked up a pen and wrote a sentence with profound meaning.

Expressed his indescribable feelings.

[Your Excellency of the Chanyuan, people can’t, at least they shouldn’t. 】

He didn't think that women's clothing could fool the gods.

Do you think God is blind? !

The author has something to say: The second update is here~

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