From spring to winter solstice, a year of reincarnation.

When the time was on the right track, the world seemed to press the fast-forward button, and the size of adolescent boys began to surge, not only surpassing Ayin, but as if there was no limit, reaching a level that could beat the vast majority of Japanese men.

Now, Ayin needs to raise his head if he wants to look directly at Gojo Satoru.

Today is a great day.

After being free for a while as the head of the family, Gojo Satoru couldn't wait to get involved with A Yin, and took a ride to Tokyo.

After a few years, she, the "Principal of Tokyo Curse High School" who is hanging on her head, finally came to inspect her territory, although she was pulled by a big white cat with his fluffy tail.

In 2005, a summer worthy of congratulations in the magic world.

The most important student since the founding of the Tokyo High School of Magic - Gojo Satoru.

In Gojo Satoru's current class, the student body is so excellent that it can be recorded in school history.

A six-eye, a mantra, and a reversal spell.

Although the six-eyed son himself didn't take it seriously: "Huh? Have a good relationship with my classmates? I don't care,? No one can beat me anyway."

Just very proud.

It was this arrogant and expensive big white cat that teleported to the Chanyuan's home the day before school started, pawing at A Yin desperately, even tangles A Yin and walked with him.

The headquarters of the Chanyuan family is in Kyoto, and Ayin originally wanted to handle school affairs remotely.

Wujo Gota can act like a baby if he can't stand it.

"I don't I don't I don't—Tokyo and Kyoto are so far away! I don't want to go alone!"

Gojo Satoru grabbed Ayin's arm and tried to abduct their patriarch under the eyes of many Buddhist servants who couldn't say a word.

"Ayin has been the principal for so long, haven't you seen your school with your own eyes? Is this really okay?" Wujo Satoru said with a serious face, "Ayin said it himself, right? Education is about the future, and schools It's the cradle."

"But in the face of such an important school, Ayin is unwilling to see it with his own eyes,? Could it be that Ayin is just talking about it?"

He made a lot of sense.

Under his various deceptions, Ayin successfully began to reflect on what she had done.

Half an hour later, Hui looked at A Yin with a complicated face and ordered his servants to pack their luggage.

From the snowy winter of 2002 to the blooming summer of 2005, little Hui has been three years old.

But he has a maturity that does not match his age.

Seeing that A Yin was busy, Hui rested his chin and sighed silently inwardly.

When he opened his mouth, it was a childish voice: "Ayin..."

"Ah, Xiaohui!"

Ayin who was passing by picked him up and gave him a rua. Xiaohui, who was short-handed and short-legged, couldn't resist and was forced to bury him in front of her chest, feeling a burst of suffocation in the physical sense.

Ayin's apologetic voice came from above: "I'm sorry, Xiaohui, I'm going to Tokyo High School with Wu. Xiaohui is still too young, just stay at the Chanyuan's house, I will come back to visit you often."

Reluctantly putting him back on the cushion, A Yin had just walked two steps, when suddenly she turned her head:

"Also, call me Sister Ayin!"

Be it Hui or Wu, both of them like to call her by her first name, since she is older than them all!

Hui pretended not to hear, and said obediently: "Okay. Ah Yin is careful all the way."

Watching the white-haired girl rush out of the house resolutely, Hui's eyes wandered around the jade pendant around her waist twice, then she lowered her eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Young Master..." The servant carefully reminded me, "The Patriarch has already left."

No more standing in the doorway.

At A Yin's request, all the servants in the Buddhist monastery should address Hui as young master, a title that is enough to show how much the patriarch attaches to him.

When serving the new young master, all the servants were frightened, for fear of meeting his bad luck.

Fortunately, there is only one magical soul like Gojo Satoru, and Hui is a very sensible and polite boy.There is no one in the whole Zen courtyard who dislikes him.

——No, except Zenyuan Naozai.

Only then did Hui come back to his senses, and glanced at the servants: "I see. You should step back first... I still have something to do."

"Yes."

When the servants retreated, they couldn't help biting each other's ears, secretly feeling that Master Hui is really a genius.

Children from ordinary families can speak two or three sentences at this age, and it is not bad to express themselves clearly.How can he be like Young Master Hui, who is articulate and logical, not only able to fully convey his thoughts, but even able to trick his words.

Mature and sophisticated, it's almost like...the soul of an adult lives in his body.

The servant who had such an open mind was beaten twice by others, and he laughed and scolded that you were thinking about something all day long.

The servant who came up with this idea also thought it was nonsense, so he went around laughing.

Hui likes a quiet environment.

No one will bother him, and no one will monitor his every move.

The black-haired boy sighed again, stood up quietly, and walked towards a certain place in his memory.

Passing through the bluestone road in the small garden, and pushing aside the luxuriant branches, beside the verdant bamboo grove, there stands a small wooden house that seems to be abandoned and unattended.

The boy raised his little hand slightly, and when he was about five meters away from the wooden house, his fingertips suddenly touched a layer of air wall. The gentle enchantment was like water waves, rippled, and after sensing the spell power of the incoming person, it shone brightly. Doors are open for boys.

Hui went straight in.

If there are senior elders in the family here, they must be able to recognize that the ones set up around the small wooden house are the long-lost ancient magic formulas of the Chanyuan family. boundary.

The enchantment is endowed with illusion, which can eliminate breath, but it cannot block the erosion of time.

The log cabin has been standing still for 70 years. The wooden boards have long been moldy and rotten. Large and small spider webs are all over the four corners. It is so fragile and old that it will collapse if the wind blows.

But it doesn't matter, as long as the things kept in the wooden house are intact.

Hui slightly opened the door, coughing a bit from the dust inside, narrowing his eyes, covering his mouth with his sleeve, and walked firmly inside.

The sixth plank on the ground is movable.

There is a small space at the bottom, where the gray cloth bag is hidden, submerged in darkness for 70 years.

Hui took out the cloth bag, and with a flick of the palm, the restriction on it was released.

"Whoa-"

The cloth bag was spread out, and small white pieces of paper were scattered all over the floor.

Each piece of paper is the size of a baby's palm and has been cut into the shape of a small paper man. There are 350 pieces in total, and each piece carries the memory of a man named "Chanyuan Hui" who lived for more than [-] years.

This is Zen Yuanhui, left to his own successor.

Escaping the reincarnation of cause and effect, avoiding the law of the underworld, he walked through the underworld alone, obstinately hiding his previous life in the world.

It wasn't the first time Kei came here.

About a year ago, he broke into this cabin by mistake and found this cloth bag that sealed the "memory".

Perhaps it was because the enchantment of this small wooden house was set up by "Zenyuanhui" himself. At that time, he disappeared for no reason, which frightened everyone including Ayin. nothing.

He was completely immersed in the huge memory carried by the little paper figurine.

The man named "Chanyuan Hui" has lived a life of less than twenty years, but he has tasted all the ups and downs. His experience is as profound as that of the ancient and rare old people. , The surging memory directly knocked him into a coma.

This body is still too small, but it takes nearly a year to digest such a small amount of memory.

Hui's unexplained disappearance alarmed the entire Buddhist monastery. In order to deceive others, he no longer set foot here easily, and endured until A Yin ran away to Tokyo before returning to this cabin again.

More than 1000 pieces of paper symbolize the memory of the man who was cut into more than 1000 copies.

He is a violator of the rules of reincarnation, cunningly took advantage of the loopholes of Huang Quan.

Before the death fight came, he sealed all his spell power here, and fell into a deep sleep together with his memory, waiting for his soul to visit again, continuing the fate that spanned 70 years.

He was so stubborn that A Yin was not dead.

He understands that human life is too short, he can't wait for Ah Yin's return, it doesn't matter, he just waits another life.

Hui's eyes were as calm as water, and his fingers lightly touched a piece of paper.

These paper people are all dead things.

But it made Hui's heart beat like never before.

The blood flow accelerated, the cells gradually became active, and the pulse was clearly visible. A resonance that originated from the blood and soul exploded at the nerve endings, causing tremors like electric current passing through the body. some kind of hallucination...

Like a faded and yellowed photo, the man half-knelt on the ground, patiently and meticulously arranged more than 1000 paper figurines to form a magic array.

His eyes were as dark as stagnant water, and his curly black hair fell to the ground, stained with dust.

The operation array is huge, and the details are as numerous as a cow's hair. There is no room for mistakes. It can be completed by only one person. One can imagine how much work it is.

But this man did it anyway.

What kind of deep obsession, what kind of paranoid determination...

Hui's eyes flashed, and the hallucination collapsed like a flower in a mirror, but I don't know if it was his illusion, the man seemed to look back at him at the end.

On Junyi's side face, there was a faint, fleeting smile.

Hui clicked his tongue inwardly.

What a lunatic.

He said so.

In the end, Hui didn't touch the more than 1000 pieces of paper. He gathered all the pieces of paper and put them in a cloth bag, which was stuffed into his wide sleeves, and he secretly took them out of the cabin.

By the way, I didn't forget to clean up the mana residue before leaving.

Hui was not in a hurry to get back these memories, even though the frightening magic power of Zenyuan Hui was sealed in the paper at the same time.

He needs enough time to think.

Who is the "self"?

If it is overshadowed by Chanyuan Hui's personality, can he really be regarded as him?

Back in his own courtyard, Hui hid the cloth bag in a locked drawer. He lay prone on the desk, covering his heart with his small hands, and his clothes were wrinkled.

"call……"

The ten shadow technique is awakening, and as he gradually masters the technique, the "contract" with A Yin becomes clearer...

Chanyuanhui, how many backhands have you left for yourself?

The author has something to say: Huike's heart is broken, and he secretly saves all his memories in the paper hhhhh this wave is called rushing away.

Satoru left nothing because of his overconfidence.

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