[Soul of Chess] Xia Lei

The young man in front of him seemed to be about the same age as Taya Ryo, with a slender waist and delicate face no worse than that of any noble girl, but there was an indifferent and cold air between his eyebrows and eyes.Compared with Taya Liang's youthful youth, the person in front of him is like a snow lotus blooming on the top of a snow mountain, with a more noble temperament, but also more unapproachable.

"...Just meditate and cultivate, and you will be cured in less than a month." He Maoming lowered his eyelids halfway, and said to the person on the couch what he needed to pay attention to when he was about to raise his body, but he saw that he was lying on the couch. The person on the couch was staring at him blankly, apparently not listening to what he said before, and couldn't help frowning slightly. "Master Zuowei?"

It was only then that Fujiwara Sawei came back to his senses, realized how rude he had done just now, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry! Your Highness Kamo. Sawei was distracted just now, and accidentally disturbed His Highness. It's really rude."

He Maoming didn't express anything about his apology, but continued the topic just now: "Your Excellency, as long as you follow the method just mentioned below, you can recover within a month or so." He always only said what he said once, as for whether others listened Going in, whether he understands or not is nothing to do with him. "As for the murder of the former imperial guide, it will be handled by the eldest son of the guard, so you don't have to worry about it."

The former imperial guide...?

This title has been unfamiliar to him for 1000 years, and at this moment, he said it from his mouth, which is actually a bit sad.

Whether the former imperial guide was the chess player who framed him, and how he was killed, he no longer wants to know.

Going back to a thousand years ago actually gave him the illusion of a dream.

Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou?

The story after his death, the obsession that lasted for a thousand years, Honinbo Hidesaku's invincibility in the dark, the Internet chess god and the shocking duel after a thousand years, do they really exist, or is it just a dream in his coma?

Or, is everything he feels now a dream?

"Master Zuowei?"

He Maoming's indifferent voice sounded above him with slight doubts.

"Ah...that's really rude," Fujiwara Sawei felt his hair swell, and he couldn't help pressing his temple. "Accidentally thinking about something too preoccupied... Your Highness He Mao, Zuo Wei has something to ask His Highness."

"Sir, please speak."

The doubt entrenched in the bottom of my heart really came to the moment when I wanted to ask, but I couldn't think of how to say it. After struggling for a long time, Fujiwara Sawei still chose a vague statement. "It's strange to say that I... When the sun set, I experienced a big dream in a trance. The situation in the dream was so real that when I woke up, I still felt like a dream but not a dream. I don't know what day and night... Your Highness , Zuo Wei asked, can the human soul... really be able to wander for thousands of years?"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but He Maoming's eyes, as deep as Tan, quickly passed a trace of waves. "After a person dies, if he has an obsession and doesn't want to leave, he can stay in the world for a longer period of time. But the soul's lingering in the world and unwillingness to die is against the law of heaven. After a long time, it will gradually be corrupted by the obsession in the heart and become an earthly creature. Binding spirits. Once you have committed a murder, you have to wait for the thunder to wipe it out, or be eliminated by people, and you can no longer die well...The soul that has wandered for thousands of years has never been heard of since ancient times."

As he spoke, He Maoming smiled. Although the smile didn't reach his eyes, it was still like a pear tree in full bloom.It is not as breathtakingly beautiful as cherry blossoms, but it has its own beauty of beauty.

It seems that such characters should not have appeared in this troubled world.

"Furthermore, if it is really a soul with a thousand years of cultivation, not to mention me, even if it is the power of today's Onmyoji, it may be difficult to match." He Maoming smiled slightly, "Wouldn't the world be in chaos that day?"

Fujiwara Sawei was disappointed in his heart, but it was not easy to show on his face, and he smiled along with the other party. "That's right..."

My heart sank.

Sure enough, it was just a dream.

When he woke up from the dream of a thousand-year-old ghost and found that he was still in the world and could hold the child again, it should have been full of joy and a sense of survival after disaster.

But now, he is not happy at all.

He Maoming next to him once again sent Shikigami to take care of him as a maid, and lightly told what happened after Fujiwara Zuowei threw himself into the river, explaining that Fujiwara's mansion would pick him up tonight, and then he stood up body.

"...But," when he stepped over the threshold with one foot and was about to leave, He Maoming turned his head and held on to the door frame beside him, with an inexplicable meaning in his expression. "I heard that when a person dies, if he sees a white owl, that person's soul—"

"——then it can last for a thousand years."

Later, Sawei Fujiwara found out that the one who rescued him from the icy river was the young man who was nine points similar to Xiaoguang at that time, the eldest son of Konoe Dai Nayan's mansion, Konoe Hikari.

Even the names are exactly the same.

And the person who figured out where he threw himself into the river was none other than He Mao, the Great Onmyoji who currently sits in the Imperial City at a young age.After all, the two of them worked together to save him.

"Speaking of which, His Highness Guang and His Highness Zuowei are distant relatives..." someone said, "Fujiwara and Konoe originally had the same surname."

Fujiwara Sakumi followed suit, and for this reason, he often drove to the Kamo Mansion in Liqiao, and got in touch with the two benefactors who were lifesavers.

This can't be blamed on him, who told him that every time he went to look for Guang in Jinwei's mansion, he was told that His Highness Guang left the mansion early in the morning and went to Master He Mao's mansion.

It seems that no matter how many years have passed, there is an indelible bond between the two of them.

However, I still have an attachment to that dream after a thousand years in my heart, and I have wondered whether it really exists more than once.

"Whether it's in a dream or not, there are always things that remain the same. If you want to find your true heart, the answer is often there."

He Maoming's seemingly unintentional words made Sao Fujiwara suddenly see the light.

Immediately afterwards, the two of them had a game of chess.

The quick layout and set style made He Maoming a little troubled. After the game was over, he put on his clothes and smiled: "After this incident, my lord's chess skills have become more and more refined."

It belongs to the modern fast-paced way of playing chess, and it can naturally beat the slow-paced way of the ancients.

At this time, Konoe Hikaru, who had patiently watched the whole round from the sidelines, would rush to He Maoming's side impatiently, clamoring for a round with Zuo Wei.

He Mooming usually asks Shikigami to remove the dish that the young man ate, and replace it with three cups full of new tea and pastries.

When tossing and turning in the middle of the night, I would also miss Xiaoguang there, sometimes as if I could feel that Xiaoguang was looking for me with despair, and my heart was depressed.

He Maoming saw it, but didn't say a word, he just let the two of them stay on a rainy day.That night, Sato Fujiwara met Shinto Hikaru in a dream.

After waking up, Sato Fujiwara seemed to have let go of all the burdens, and there was no longer a moment of sadness in his smile, and some were just joyful nostalgia.

The three of them played chess, sipped tea, and then listened to Konoe Guang talking about the new things that happened in Beijing, or what monsters he and He Maoming had helped recently.

Such a happy and carefree day lasted for a long time until it snowed heavily.

In the year of auspicious snow, when the heavy snow just fell, Jingzhong was quite excited.

Fujiwara Sato received a rare invitation from Konoe Hikaru early in the morning.

When Chuchu got the greeting card, Fujiwara Sawei guessed Konoe Hikaru's mind for a while.In such a heavy snow day, it is reasonable to say that the child had already gone to He Mao Mansion with an excuse, and used the enchantment set up by He Maoming to keep warm, so why did he send someone to send him a greeting card?

It would be a joke to say that Konoe Hikaru never thought about inviting the two to his residence.But He Maoming is cold by nature, and it is unexpected that he has been friends with a person like Ah Guang who likes to be lively for more than ten years. No matter what excuses Konoe uses on weekdays, He Maoming always refuses to come to his house Invitation to visit.For this reason, Konoe Kwang didn't know how much anger he had with He Maoming.

Could it be that His Highness He Mao couldn't resist Ah Guang's stalking after all today, and agreed to visit the Jinwei Mansion?

Thinking of these two people, Fujiwara Sato couldn't help but put on a slight smile on his face.

Ask someone to prepare a car and go to the Konoe Mansion, Konoe Hikaru's personal servants are already waiting at the door, when the ox cart stops, the servants rush forward and ask Fujiwara Sao to get off the car and enter the mansion.

According to the general situation, Sawai Fujiwara should go to see the current head of the Konoe clan first. After all, although Fujiwara and Konoe belong to the same clan, they have been separated for a hundred years, and their daily contact is very sparse.It was Fujiwara Sawi's first visit to the Konoe Mansion, and he should go in with his servants to meet the head of the family.But Konoe Hikaru's personal servant took Zuo Wei onto a remote path as if deliberately avoiding the paths of the servants around him.

After winding around for nearly a cup of tea, the surrounding trees began to thin out, and it suddenly became clear to the eyes that there was a small pool quietly surrounded by an exquisite and magnificent terrace garden, and the water surface was sparkling.

The servant bowed respectfully, and said in a low voice: "My lord, please come in, the young master will wait inside."

Although it is strange to Konoe Konoe's way of doing this, Fujiwara Sakumi does not doubt that he is there, it is just another play of this eccentric child.Let the following servants stand outside the courtyard, and he stepped into the courtyard alone.

It's just that as soon as he entered the inner room, he smelled a bloody smell before seeing the familiar figure.

The thick smell of blood almost filled the entire inner room, and the thick smell was everywhere in the air.

Konoe Hikaru lay on the ground, clutching his right arm tightly with his left hand, black blood continued to flow from his fingers, and the white clothes on his body were almost completely stained with blood.

Beside him were the overturned water basin and towels. The water flowed all over the floor to dilute the dripping blood, and even the shelf of the water basin was overturned to the ground, making the room a mess.

Zuo Wei was terrified, and hurried to help Konoe Hikaru.

"Guang! Are you okay? Who hit you? Guang!"

"Sawei?" Konoe sat paralyzed on the ground, no matter how much Fujiwara Sawei pulled him, he couldn't get up. He took his left hand away, touched the fan that Fujiwara Sawei put aside, and fumbled anxiously. "Where's the fan pendant? Did Ming take your fan pendant?!"

"Ah Guang, let me tell you about your injury first!" The child who was usually alive and kicking in front of his eyes was injured like this, how could Sawei Fujiwara not be angry, he wanted to tear that bastard into pieces right now. "Come on, I'll bandage you."

"It's useless..." Hikaru Konoe slowly shook his head, forcing a smile. "This is Ming's curse. If he doesn't break it...the spell will not stop...but it just hurts."

"How could it be?" Zuo Wei couldn't believe it, but it was impossible to watch Hikaru Konoe bleed.In a panic, he took the clean towel that was messed up on the ground, and hurriedly tied it over the wound on Konoe's right arm. "Ah Guang, you are joking. How could His Highness He Mao curse you?"

Konoe Hikaru clenched his lower lip, unable to speak out several times.The tip of the nose was sore, tears gradually overflowed from the eyes, and the teardrops rolled in the eye sockets, but they kept clenching their teeth to prevent them from dripping down. "I... I don't know..."

"You have shed a lot of blood, if you continue to shed blood like this, you will die!"

Konoe still shook his head, and pulled his right hand out of Fujiwara Saori's hand, "Ming won't let me die. Look," he tore off Saori's haphazardly wrapped towel on his arm, and the black blood almost wiped out the towel It was completely dyed, but no blood flowed from the wound on his right arm. "He's always got the score right."

"Aguang!"

Fujiwara Zuowei's expression was extremely gloomy, and he said sharply, "What's going on?!"

Jin Weiguang remained silent, but instead asked: "Zuo Wei, where is the fan pendant on your fan? Did Ming take it away?"

Fujiwara Sawei sighed, the Aguang here is different from Xiaoguang, perhaps because of the family relationship and the status of a samurai, he is much more stubborn and fierce than Xiaoguang a thousand years later.If he doesn't want to say it, no one can force him to say it.

"Yes, His Highness He Mao asked me to take it five days ago. He said that the pendant is a little weird, and I'm afraid someone cast a curse on it. What's the matter, is there any problem?"

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