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

In the following year, after the New Year's Ceremony, the Emperor announced the date of the Imperial Tournament in mid-March, which caused a stir in the magic world.

This is also an old practice in the magic world.

The imperial martial arts competition is one of the most intuitive ways to show the current level of strength in the magic world. The main participants are the three royal families of the magic world. For them, this martial arts competition can not only show their own magicians on the surface Strength? It also determines the degree of inclination of the top political circles in Japan to the three of them. It is a crucial meeting.

Therefore, when the news of the Imperial Contest was confirmed, it immediately attracted the attention of all sorcerers, but all the people in the magic world, no matter women, children, young or old, were paying close attention to this meeting.

The previous round of imperial contests directly laid the strong foundation of the Gojo family and the Chanyuan family. The Kamo family was defeated, and they were depressed for several years.

Before the start of the imperial contest, all kinds of speculations have sprung up like mushrooms after a spring rain. There are different opinions, and there is no consensus.

Some people think,? This will be a small reshuffle of the forces in the magic world.

Some people also refute the former, saying that before the death of "Ten Kages" and "Six Eyes", the detached status of the two is unshakable, and Kamo will be suppressed for at least several generations.

There are also people with a longer-term vision, who have seen the slight turmoil in the magic world in recent days.

It is said that the Zenyuan and Wujo Patriarchs are taking the lead in planning the establishment of the "School of Sorcerers"...

If these two people are really successful, the mainstream of power in the magic world will be transferred to the "Sorcerer School" in the future. At that time, the Yusan family will also retreat behind the scenes, and the method of shuffling forces such as the imperial competition will be natural. will be eliminated.

Only a small number of people have such conjectures. After all, the "Sorcerer School" is still in its infancy, and has not even entered the public eye.

The vast majority of sorcerers are most concerned about who will be the winner of this year's Imperial Tournament.

Someone opened a gamble specifically for this, and there were many participants.

Wujo and Zenyuan are evenly matched, and the odds of Kamo's family are so high that it makes people cry.

Many members of Kamo's own family are in custody of the other two families. If Kamo Kenhei finds out, they will be outraged.

Isn't it just contempt overtly and secretly?

The turmoil among the people has nothing to do with the high-level officials.

Time flies by in the busyness, from the end of spring to the late autumn in a blink of an eye, in the midst of intensive preparations, the date of the Imperial Tournament is getting closer and closer.

Before that, Zenyuanhui met Wujo Wu once.

Both of them hate each other now, and would rather talk to Kamo than run into each other, but helpless people have too much involuntary control in high-level people. In order to prepare for the imperial competition, Zenyuanhui visited the Gojo family alone.

The Patriarch didn't come out to greet him, but fortunately, the attendants were polite and guided the way for the Patriarch of the Zen Academy who visited in person.

At that time, the attendants respectfully walked two steps ahead of Zenyuanhui, not daring to urge him too much. Seeing that Zenyuanhui was not in a hurry, they briefly introduced the topographical layout of the Gojo House on the way.

"Over there is the library of the head of the family, and the teaching and homework will be carried out there."

"This is the neighborhood."

"This area is the mansion area... Generally speaking, ladies and young masters who are blood related to the head of the family will live here."

The cold gaze pierced suddenly, like a needle stuck in the spine.

The servant walking in front fell silent, retreated in fear, and stepped aside with his head bowed.

The third house on the east side is far away from the main house, so it can be called remote.

However, it was in this place that few people patronize, they met the honorable Patriarch.

The new servant couldn't figure it out. He was glared at by the older senior, and he immediately reacted, not daring to stop in the middle of the two patriarchs.

No matter what their Patriarch thinks, it's not something that servants like them can talk about.

"Yo, rare visitor."

I don't know if it was a sneer or an unintentional sneer, the white-haired man passed the two servants straight, and Gojo Satoru asked calmly across the bluestone road that was neither wide nor narrow.

"What brought your Excellency here? Please forgive me for the poor hospitality."

"If I could, I wouldn't want to come either."

Gojo Satoru was eccentric towards him, and Zenyuan Hui was not polite in his words, the two skipped the greetings directly, Zenyuan Hui Dao explained the intention of coming.

"It's because of the imperial contest. I wanted to go to the main house to find you, but I didn't expect to run into you here." Zen Yuanhui looked at him expressionlessly, "Today is really a bit unlucky."

The servants tried their best to reduce the sense of existence, not daring to show their atmosphere.

The grown-ups are at war with each other, and it's these servants who are suffering.

Wujo Wu was not angry when he heard the words, he smiled lightly, turned and walked into the small house.

"I don't want to go to work today," Gojo Satoru said with fading interest, "The cherry blossoms are about to bloom."

"Since Your Excellency Zenyuan is visiting in person, let's come in." Wujo Wu glanced at the remaining servants, "You two, you can go back."

"Yes."

The clever old servant immediately bowed in response, dragging his younger generation back.

When they could no longer see the two of them, the newcomer servant who had been holding back for a long time finally couldn't bear his curiosity, and asked, "Why did the Patriarch appear there?"

The old servant looked at him with indescribable vicissitudes: "Boy, sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing."

"Don't be so curious, you just need to know that the house is of great significance to the Patriarch, and without his permission, no one can approach that house."

The desolate sigh, like the soft whisper of the wind, blows through countless suns and moons, and disappears at the end of time.

"The cherry blossoms are about to wither."

.........

On the grounds that "the room is too boring", Gojo Satoru took Chanyuan Hui to the backyard.

After several times of expansion, the backyard is finally not as narrow as it used to be. Not only a pond pavilion was built, but also two tall and straight cherry blossom trees. bright colors.

The blooming period of cherry blossoms is very short, and it is almost mid-April now. The ground is covered with a thick blanket of petals, washed by rain and exposed to the sun. Some cherry blossoms are scattered into mud, with yellowed edges and slightly curled up, scattered under the trees, messy. Still no one cleaned it.

Gojo Satoru didn't allow servants to come and clean them, just let the petals blend into the soil naturally.

"I've never seen you like cherry blossoms so much before."

Glancing at the two cherry blossom trees for a while, Zen Yuanhui saw Wujo Wu holding his chin, looking past him, admiring the flowers with great interest, he couldn't help blurting out: "You are quite leisurely."

"It's not about idleness." Wujo Wu shook his head, he couldn't drink, so he made a cup of tea and sipped it slowly.

On the stone table, there were also cherry cakes made by his servants, but obviously he didn't intend to share them with the guests.

"I planted this with my own hands." The white-haired young man snorted and said, "Of course it has a special meaning."

Chanyuan Hui: "...Oh."

Gojo Satoru didn't intend to linger on this topic, "Okay. The Imperial Contest, right? Actually, my original intention was to give you full power to handle it—don't look at me with such eyes, I know you won't promise."

Only then did Zenyuanhui withdraw her death gaze.

He worked overtime alone and let the five Wu Wu fish?How can there be such a good thing in the world, go dreaming.

Perhaps for Wujo Wu, sitting in the gazebo and admiring the flowers for an afternoon is more interesting than discussing the details of the conference with Zenyuanhui. When it was getting late, Wujo Wu even avoided the polite words of keeping guests for dinner. Unceremonious "walk slowly and don't send off".

Chanyuanhui wished to leave Wutiao's house as soon as possible, and hurried from the backyard to the front door. He happened to pass by the bedroom that had been closed for a long time.

Seemingly a glimpse, an old paper figurine clipped on the door lightly broke into his field of vision.

It floated down to the center of the dead lake, causing ripples in circles.

Human memory may be worn out, or it may be sealed by the law of time.

However, memories can be forged, but traces of the past can be preserved to the present.

The words that record history, the murals of ancient times, the symbols of symbols and so on.

However, in the short span of one generation, there are too many things that cannot be erased, and they are still buried in dark corners, waiting for people to notice.

These are the real evidence of the existence of life.

Unfortunately.

It's too late.

.........

late autumn.

The cool breeze is blowing, the golden wheat waves are rolling, and the fragrance of the fruits is carried by the wind and spread to all directions of the earth.

Only Kyoto is covered by another kind of lively atmosphere.

The triple barrier is controlled by three families.

The gaze of countless pairs of eyes, the ever-increasing patrol, and the impenetrable defense line.

Trying to ensure that there will be no mistakes, after all, this time, the Emperor is here in person.

The royal driver landed, the gauze curtain was lifted, and the emperor's majestic face was revealed under the sun.

The drums sounded in unison, and the fourth layer of enchantment rose, covering the entire martial arts arena.

At the same time, today's protagonist finally arrived.

Their victory or defeat may determine the future of the family in the next few years.

When the elders gather, this is probably the only occasion where they can be calm and be with "lower status" people, and no one has the heart to pay attention to those insignificant things.

One black and one white, like the natural opposition of yin and yang, light and dark never intersect.

Everyone in the audience, no one noticed.

Gojo Satoru and Zenyuan Hui stared at each other, as if they were looking at a dead person.

The end of this battle...

From the very beginning, it was doomed.

The trivial and trivial matters finally came to an end.

Next, let us settle our grievances with each other.

I know that you also have grievances and resentment in your heart.

Just resent it.

This is a crime that the two of us paid for with blood, a crime that only you and I can judge.

I hate you.

I hate myself.

I will kill you with my own hands.

And you...

Looking up, looking at each other, saluting, and stepping back, it’s like a drama that has been choreographed thousands of times. The invisible thin thread manipulates the hands, feet, and heads of the two, forcing them to make opening salutes one by one, and then—the thread breaks .

The two most powerful and loneliest people in today's era opened their lips at the same moment when their eyes met.

"The field expands—"

A shot is a collision of fields!

The boundless space and the chimera dark shadow court are like two small black holes floating on the earth. The original space-time law was shattered by the individual different space. The newly raised barrier only lasted for a moment before being crushed to pieces .

Kamo's expression changed drastically outside the arena: "Evacuate the crowd and protect His Majesty!"

He himself jumped in front of the emperor, opened his domain in an instant, and struggled to resist the impact of those two people.

"Damn it..." He cursed secretly, "These two lunatics!"

Open up the field as soon as they come up, what are they trying to do?

In the middle of assisting the Emperor to evacuate, Kamo inadvertently looked up at the sky.

The world is silent.

He saw the head of a monster poking out of the void.

With just one glance, Kamo felt like falling into an ice cellar, sweating profusely and unable to move.

That is……?

Zen Yuanhui's hoarse laughter echoed in the air for a long time.

"Eight-handed swords and different ring god general Mo Xuluo——"

Human body, ring top, winged eyes, fangs, sword hands.

The unsubdued shikigami, the strongest ultimate move of the ten shadow spells.

At the same time, it is also a trick to die together.

Dark clouds occupied half of the sky, and Xeon shikigami opened his claws.

On the other side, Gojo Satoru floated in the air calmly, with a relieved smile in his eyes, as if seeing the sun through the clouds, all the shadows that had lingered for a year disappeared, and the pupils of the sky returned to clarity.

With the tsunami-like spell power pressing down on his head, he quietly raised his head and looked up at the sky without any resistance.

You did a great job, Your Excellency Zenyuan.

Guess what, if we die, will we go to the same place as her?

.........

at the time of death,

Not alone.

The author has something to say: I slept too late and couldn't get up orz... The second one may be a little later, readers who can't wait can wake up tomorrow morning and read it again.

The next chapter of the Taisho Chapter is over, and it’s time to turn the perspective back to A Yin’s side.