Sandwiched between the two masters, I am no longer a human being

The school idea proposed by Ayin is very good and perfect, 100 years ahead of the magic world.

Reality is skinny.

No matter how late Zenyuan Hui and Gojo Satoru met to discuss the topic of "the feasibility of implementing the public school plan in the magic world", Jing Jing still had a lot of thoughts all night? He even drafted the plan in his heart, wishing to directly Fast forward to Commencement Ceremony—they're still putting their long-term plans on hold.

There are more important things to do at hand,? It concerns Ayin,? They can't be careless.

The wind cleared the clouds, the sun was scorching, and the pond shone like golden leaves. The lotus flower stretched its waist, and the lotus pod full of fruit was folded off and placed on a tray.

"It is summer."

Added to the dull heat in the wind, cicadas chirped incessantly in summer, crickets jumped in the jungle, and a figure passed through the cobblestone path, startling butterflies.

With a purple umbrella in his hand, and the heat shrouded in shadow, A Yin stepped across the wooden bridge and walked back along the familiar route.

She glanced over and saw two old figures sitting under the gazebo in the small garden. After recognizing who they were, Ah Yin's expression was subtle, but her feet turned slightly. direction,? deliberately avoided them.

Zenyuanhui is not good at dealing with his father whom he has not seen for a long time, and Ayin is even worse.

Maybe it's because the family is not big?Recently, A Yin can always run into the former head of the Chanyuan family, and every time she is more embarrassed than the previous time.

It's not that Zenyuan Hui's father treats her badly,? On the contrary, he is very warm and friendly to A Yin, and he doesn't treat her like an outsider at all.A Yin thought, maybe this is because she took back the sacred object and fulfilled his long-cherished wish for many years.

Since Zenyuan Hui has no intention of letting his father intervene in family affairs, Chanyuan Qianming can be seen everywhere in the Zenyuan sect's family.

The one under the gazebo is not him.

A Yin also knew the person who was walking with him, but he had only met once in the Wutiao family in the illusion.

Rumor has it that he is a good friend of the previous Patriarch Zenyuan Qianming, Zenyuan Yan.

The person who once helped Wutiaoyin suppress the curse is also a loyal patriarch who wholeheartedly supports Huishang of the Chanyuan and solves his problems.

Feelings are so wonderful.

Compared with Zenyuan Qianming, who is closer to Hui in blood, she has a better impression of Zenyuanyan.

At least, time has proved his loyalty.

She was not surprised at all that those two people would appear here at the same time.

It's about long-lost old friends, let's catch up on the old days... It's better not to disturb them.

Ah Yin stepped lightly, pushed down the ugly treasure with the probe, and did not want the two people who were enjoying the view from the gazebo to notice her, so they walked on a secluded path.

From a certain distance, they didn't notice a creeping figure.

In the gazebo, the maid filled two glasses of wine for the two of them.

They chatted happily, drinking one glass after another, as if they wanted to finish the words of the past twenty years in one breath. They spent a lot of time in this gazebo, from reminiscing about the past to looking forward to the future, talking about all the topics that can be said over and over.

"Qianming, you bastard, you left us old friends and your youngest son behind without saying a word, and took only your wife to look for holy objects. What should I say about you?"

Inevitably, old things will be brought out and repeatedly flogged.

Qianming from the Chanyuan smiled wryly: "Okay, I have already tasted the bitter fruit... When I was young and vigorous, I thought that the world was unparalleled, so I rashly embarked on that road of no return. Now I think it is quite ironic. After spending more than [-] years of my life, in the end, everything that belongs to me and that doesn't belong to me, everything has left me..."

He raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, his actions were bold and straightforward, and he didn't mean to use the wine to relieve his sorrow.

Seeing all the words of the Chanyuan, he sighed softly in his heart, and waved for the maid to add more drinks, so he will definitely not be drunk today.

Seeing the old friend like this, the Chanyuanyan couldn't bear it, and comforted him: "Don't be too pessimistic, you just came back too suddenly, and Hui didn't get used to it for a while. I watched Hui grow up with my own eyes, and I know his personality well. , that child is not a heartless person, and he must take you, the only family member, into his heart."

"Hui, Hui... I'm ashamed of him." The man looked sad and shook his head, "I know what I did, so you don't need to try your best to comfort me."

"I just want to say that these 20 years haven't gone to waste, have you?" Zen Yuanyan put down his small wine glass and said slowly, "At least the result is good, the holy stream has been lost for thousands of years, and finally returned to the hands of the Yusanjia. "

"Although you haven't found the holy object, the credit for providing the clues is indelible. If it weren't for your clues, today's rising stars may not be able to bring back the holy object." He took a sip of wine and said in a muffled voice, "Don't be too It's a dead end."

"I don't understand why, including you, those old guys in the clan are more reluctant to let go of the power in their hands and the burden on them."

The Chanyuan said with a chuckle: "I am different, just leave the era to the young people. Let the incompetent boy in my family marry a daughter-in-law as soon as possible. It doesn't matter if she is a magician or not. I just want to be old and have children and grandchildren. Tiannian."

Zenyuan Qianming looked at him with complicated eyes: "You are really different from before."

The words of the Chanyuan used to be more rigid and strict than most of the elders. This can be seen in the "memory" of Qianming of the Chanyuan.

Is it the disappearance of a friend?Was it the responsibility of raising a friend's bequeathed child, and the blow of no news from the old friend changed the old man's temperament?

Zenyuanyan laughed loudly: "I am now a Zenyuan family... No, I am a stranger in the magic world! You don't need to remind me to know!"

"Stop talking so much, come, drink, drink!"

No wonder.

Zenyuan Qianming raised his wine glass, using the movement of drinking to cover up the unnatural darkness in his eyes.

If Chanyuan Hui was brought up by such an elder Yan, he would be even more troublesome than he imagined.

Dusk fell, and when the sun was about to fall, the sky suddenly filled the pond.

I don't know how many glasses of wine they have drunk, even they are a little bit overwhelmed.

Feeling dizzy, Zen Yuanyan said in a hoarse voice, "You know, that son of your family... is not all unfortunate."

"He also had friends when he was a child."

The small paper figures pasted on the wall in the dark room of the study are the testimony of the purest friendship in childhood.

"Chanyuan masters are famous for their sealing technique, and the ancestral technique uses manipulating shikigami as a means, and the magician must be accompanied by shadows throughout his life."

"The ten shadows masters of the Chanyuan family are like the bright daylight, but the dark side that cannot be illuminated by the sun."

Shadows are their kin, and darkness is their fountain of living water.

"Hui that child, when I watched him take the throne with my own eyes, I seemed to see a ghost who could only live in the dark night and couldn't live freely in the day."

He stepped on the blood of the elders who plotted against him, coveted him, and suppressed him in many ways, and ascended to the position of Patriarch.

His chest was heaving and his pulse was beating, but he looked like a dead soul more than ever.

Zen Yuanhui suffered from malice in his childhood, and Elder Yan thought that if he personally took revenge, the child would be able to usher in a new life.

The truth is he was wrong.

Revenge cannot revive a dead heart, and blood cannot become the living water that waters life.

The only bright light in his childhood was like a candle flame, and after that ray of fire was extinguished, his childhood also completely sank into shadow-like darkness.

As the alcohol fermented, the figure in front of him gradually blurred, and the Chanyuanyan whispered, "I never thought that the extinguished candle would be rekindled, and...become an eternal, unstoppable hot sun."

The sun was so bright that it dispelled the darkness in which the man was rooted. She brought a shadow into the sun. It was an incredible feat that could be called a miracle.

Stretching out his hand, Zen Yuanyan wanted to pat his old friend on the shoulder.

"So don't worry, your child has already found his own beacon..."

The setting sun disappeared under the horizon, and the last glimmer of light was swallowed by the night.

The drunken elder fell down on the stone table, was lifted up by the maid, and walked slowly towards the house.

The other side of the stone table was already empty.

The wine is slightly chilled.

.........

Zenyuan Qianming can no longer return to the main house, and Zenyuan Hui redesignates a residence for him.

In terms of material conditions, he was definitely not treated badly.

Zenyuan Qianming went back to the house in two or three steps, smelling the lingering alcohol smell on his clothes, he frowned and turned his head in disgust.

"when did you come?"

"When you're going to deal with the Chanyuan words."

Suddenly the kerosene lamp was brightly lit, and the face of the other person was also revealed.

In terms of appearance alone, he was a handsome young man with short white hair, red highlights around the back of his forehead, Buddhist beads wrapped around his wrists, and loose clothes that looked loose.

At this moment, the mocking and malicious expression at the corner of the boy's mouth ruined the overall beauty of this face.

"Why, after chatting with the old man for so long, did you get any useful information?"

"Don't just talk sarcasticly, Limei."

Zenyuan Qianming, or should be called the curse master thousands of years ago, Lusuo, snorted softly, waved away the debris on the wooden table, and sat down on the other side.

"There's a lot of useless information, but let's get something out of it."

Yan Suo stared at the curser who was also full of evil, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Limei, don't you want the double-faced Nuo to be resurrected?"

"Have you found a suitable container?"

It was a matter of double-faced Su Nuo, Li Mei put away his casual posture, he looked serious, and looked at Lisuo with a frown.

"That's it."

Yan Suo slowly spit out a series of descriptions: "Perfectly overcome the weakness of the sun, the body of a ghost that can move freely, the characteristics of immortality, enough to bear the poison of Su Nuo, and great potential for spell power... No matter how you choose, you can choose now." There is nothing more suitable than that woman."

"The only trouble is the Shikigami contract with Zenyuan Hui, but it doesn't matter. The Shikigami contract is two-way. As long as Master Su Nuo is resurrected on that woman's body, he can reversely kill Zenyuan Hui through the contract at any time."

When Li Mei heard this, she frowned a little: "It's barely a qualified container, but the body of a ghost, is it a follower of Wu Mi's trash?"

"She is much more useful than Wu Mi." Li Suo sneered, "She has reached the level that Gui Wu Tsuji Wu Mi can only dream of."

"Yes. Master Su Nuo's finger, are you ready?"

"Of course. Don't worry, the place where I store it is an absolute blind spot, and no one can find it." Yan Suo said, "Only at the end of summer, when the time is right, Su Nuo's finger will really appear in the world."

"Late summer."

Less than two months.

Compared with their nearly thousand years of waiting, it is so short that it can be ignored.

Limei licked her dry lips, and the uncontrollable excitement beat and boiled in her heart.

Layout planning, lurking waiting...

It's almost 1000 years.

Lord Nuo with two faces, the cursed prosperity...is it finally coming again?

The author has something to say: The villain is on the scene, don't worry, everyone, think on the bright side, this proves that A Yin is about to die, and the present chapter is coming.

After reading this chapter, readers with strong associations should be able to guess how Ah Yin died hahhhhh