[Comprehensive] Winter Feast

Unsurprisingly, this battle ended with Abe Seimei's victory. The gap in the imperial palace barrier was filled, and Abe Seimei joined in to help clean up the remaining time.

Ootengu withdrew his moves, and Yae also scattered the petals.

The petals brought by the sakura demon disappeared, and Token Fusangshin started a good-motivated Sakura Blowing Snow.

The cherry blossoms with a pleasant atmosphere were sprinkled one after another, and Daitengu reached out to pick them up in a daze: "What is this..."

The onmyoji was a trickster and refused to explain his doubts. He smiled and waved his folding fan: "It's really a beautiful scene."

Daitengu's expressionless face felt Abe Seimei's malicious intentions: "It's nothing, I'll go first." After he finished speaking, he disappeared with a "bang", and a light blue talisman in the air slowly Floating down, Yae wanted to pick it up, but he staggered as soon as he took a step, and almost fell face down.

Only then did she feel tired, her hands and legs were weak, and the body of Sanriyue in her arms seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

Sanriyue put away the knife and hugged the man up.

Yae was startled, kicked his legs and struggled, but even his voice seemed weak: "What is this for?"

"Trouble Yae kept holding me during the battle." Even when he was clasping his hands nervously and concentrating on adjusting his attack, Yae still held the sword in his arms and did not throw it on the ground casually, "This is my grandfather's reward. "

Abe Seimei picked up the paper lantern that was thrown aside during the battle, and lit it up again. The warm yellow light illuminated a small circle, and the Onmyoji smiled in the warm light: "I will continue to watch the night. rest."

After the same battle, the two men didn't take a breath, but Yae was so out of strength that he couldn't even stand up. The little girl was so sad: "Why, why?"

San Riyue actually understood her question that didn't make sense, but she also answered a bit out of context: "His Royal Highness Ji Jun shouldn't have participated in the battle," he nodded at Abe Seimei with Yae in his arms, and then turned to the direction of the sword room. Go, "You've done a good job."

Yae sniffed, "I don't think I've been comforted by you." Then she said with a little complacency, "But I also think I've done a better job than before."

Yae not only lived as a noble lady in the Heian era, but in some respects she is quite cheeky, shameless and impetuous, except for being startled at the beginning, after that she is safe and at ease Being hugged by Sanriyue, deep down in her heart, she even felt a sense of pride that she had completed an achievement.

In a relaxed state, drowsiness came to the fore, Yae struggled for a while, and finally overwhelmed the drowsiness, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Crescent Moon's arms swayed regularly with her steps, shaking Yae's sleep even more sweetly.

Daojian Fusangshen looked at the sleeping face of the child in his arms, and a "hahaha" smile burst from his chest, and he murmured softly, "It's incredible."

As a sword, he can actually hold a soft child one day, and this child can actually sleep soundly in the arms of a sword whose existence means killing.

"However, it's not a child." Sanriyue returned to the sword room, sat down in her usual position, carefully put Yae down, and let her continue to sleep on her body.

In her sleep, Yae unconsciously rubbed against Sankayue's body, looking for the most comfortable position.Even in her sleep, she never forgot to hold the Mikayue Taidao and hold it tightly.

After hugging for a long time, the little monster's weak body temperature soaked through the scabbard, and even felt the steel blade.

Sanriyue closed her eyes, felt this unique warmth, and sighed again: "It's incredible."

Yae, who brought an incredible experience to Sankayue, once again came to the world of corpses and souls in a dream.

She was still lying on the roof near the training ground where she had been before she woke up last time.

It was dark at night, but there were still people on the training ground.

They are all very young faces, and they are not wearing the black deadly costumes, but the white school uniforms of the students of the Zhenyang Spiritual Art Academy. A few young people who are practicing the ghost way are reading books while practicing.

"King's Lander! The mask of flesh and blood, Vientiane, fluttering wings, human...human name...what is it?" Supporting the elbow of the other hand with one hand, with a steady movement, facing the palm of the hand The young man who was looking at the target of the ghost way chanted and chanted vigorously, the red light gathered in the palm of his hand, and then disappeared suddenly because he forgot the words.

Yae, who was lying on the roof, climbed up again and sat on the roof instead. The people below were still unaware of her existence.Someone laughed at the young man who forgot the words, and then recited the chant to him. The young man bent down to read the words in the ghost book on the ground.

Yae said "Hello" in a neutral voice, the clear and clear childish voice stood out in the night, but the people on the training ground still didn't look at her.

Yae held Gouyu on his chest, jumped from the roof to the training ground, and leaned over to read ghost books with them: "I'm not stealing a teacher, this is learning in an open and honest way, who told you not to see me. "

The student from the Shino Academy of Spiritual Arts, who was just an arm's length away from her, muttered with a bitter expression that he couldn't recite the ghost chant, and he didn't even notice that someone said something terrible to him at a very close distance.

Yae stared at him, let go of Yuhun's hand, and then slowly released her demon power, condensing her record scroll.

The scroll and pen are already in my hand, and the young man who is close at hand is still unaware. Yae breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his eyes and began to copy.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. You must study carefully and learn thoroughly.

Flipping through the page of the Ghost Dao Book, it recorded the chant of the No. 30 No. [-] Breaking Red Cannon, and also described in detail the way to operate the spiritual power with words and pictures.

What is recorded in Yae's scroll is memory, and her writing is naturally different from ordinary people's writing. Every ink mark that falls on the scroll is exactly the same as what she saw.

After a few breaths, Yae quickly finished copying the contents of this page. She glanced at the young man who pointed his palm at the target again, and then looked at the book on the ground. After all, she dared not reach out to turn the page, but If the young man was only here to practice this ghost way today, it would be too bad for her to steal the teacher this time.

Yae decides to take a risk.

She raised her hand and threw the scroll, and the not-so-thick scroll in her hand pulled out a long blank scroll in the air, emitting a faint white light under the moonlight, like a pair of silk noodles that fell from the sky.

Then Yae threw out the pen in his hand again, and the bamboo tube brush turned into starlight, floating on the blank silk surface, twinkling like a galaxy.

With nothing in both hands, Yafold spread his palms flat and made a "rising" movement from bottom to top.

In an instant, the cherry blossoms danced in the wind, and the wind blew away the pages of the ghost book, flipping through it back and forth.

The young people who are working hard on the training ground can't see the cherry blossoms, can't feel the demon power, but can really feel the wind.

"Wow, why did the wind blow up suddenly?" They looked around in surprise, not understanding why there was such a strong wind suddenly.

Beside the young people, on the winding surface that they couldn't see, the starlight fell, and the entire book of ghosts was transcribed in an instant.

Yae put away the scroll and prepared to flee contentedly, but the words of the young man who practiced ghosts stopped her in her tracks: "Could it be haunted?"

His companion complained: "Aren't you a ghost?"

"No, no, it's not like us." The young man asked them mysteriously, "Have you heard the story of the Kuchiki family's cherry tree?"

"The Kuchiki family's cherry tree? What's the story?"

"From here, you can see the tree, right?" The young man raised his hand and pointed to the high place.

Yae and the others looked along his fingers, and the branches of the huge cherry tree in Kuchiki's courtyard were higher than the overlapping eaves.

"That's the cherry blossom tree planted when the Kuchiki family settled here. It's almost the same age as the soul world."

"After the god of death dies, the corpse will turn into spirit sons and disappear. Later generations want to commemorate them, so they can only set up the clothes tomb. It is said that the clothes tombs of the Kuchiki family owners in the past are all set up under the cherry blossom tree. If there is no tombstone, they will be buried The belongings of his life were buried under the cherry tree."

Yae: "..." Because they are all cherry blossom trees where the dead are buried, is that why she possesses them in her dreams?

After careful study, it is hard to say whether this is a dream or not.As a dead person, it seems that she should also come to the soul world-if the soul world really exists.

"There are too many dead people buried, that cherry blossom tree seems to be... not quite right, the leaves will shake even when there is no wind, and sometimes there will be strange shadows on the tree..." The young man lowered his voice, attracting a lot of attention. The companions gathered around to listen, "Of course, this must not be said in front of Kuchimu's family, they worship this tree as a sacred tree."

Yae: "..."

Several young people chatted around for a while, from the cherry blossom tree of Kuchiki's house to the gossip of Kuchiki's house. Seeing that it was getting late, the young people who planned to go back to sleep for a while walked away shoulder to shoulder. There is only Yae left.

Since I'm the only one left...

Yae took a deep breath, raised his hand, and pointed his fingertips down to the ground as shown in the illustration: "The fourth of the broken way, Bai Lei."

This is a rudimentary ghost way without chants.

The demonic power flows along the trajectory shown in the illustration, and shuttles through the body in an unfamiliar way. The strange way of operation brings a new experience. The slightly cool demonic power becomes scorching hot, and when it overflows from the fingertips, it has become a blazing lightning , The lightning rushed out from the fingertips, and after hitting the ground, it bounced like light refraction, pierced the air with a clearly audible electric explosion, and then hit the bull's-eye with a snap.

"It seems that it's not very difficult." After a successful shot, Yae murmured to himself, his voice couldn't hide his joy, with the tingling heat remaining on his fingers, Yae shook his hand, and then he was caught.

A familiar voice with a smile came into my ears softly, with a distant echo: "So it's a little girl who didn't sleep well."

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