The road of the house owner of the pig in the Chanyuan

"Uh, what happened just now, why is Gojo-sensei wearing sunglasses... looking very angry, and he was still talking to Mr. Naoya," Katsuobu scratched his head, a little unclear, so he looked at Megumi Fukuro and Nai Qi Qi asked curiously, "What is the place of the Xinggong, is it famous, why have I never heard of it before?"

"As far as the world of conjuration is concerned, the Xinggong is indeed very 'famous'," Yi Dizhi, who finally regained his composure after the two Gojo Satoru left, pushed his glasses. Although his face was still a little ugly, he still acted responsibly. Started the job of explaining, "That's where Lord Tian Yuan is."

"Master Tianyuan?" It was another name he had never heard before, and Hu Zhang blinked, "Who is that?"

"It is the core of maintaining all the barriers in Japan," Fu Heihui explained to Hu Zhang slowly, but his eyes kept looking at the direction where Naoya was, his brows slightly frowned, "including the barriers surrounding the entire high school , it is only with the help of Lord Tianyuan that it can be stabilized until now, protecting everyone in the college from the intrusion of the curse spirit."

"So that's how it is," Hu Zhang thumped his hands, and suddenly realized, "Then this Lord Tian Yuan is very powerful."

"To a certain extent, it is true," Fuhei nodded, seeing that Naoya was still looking at the direction where the two Gojo Satoru left, and hadn't recovered for a long time, pursed his lips, raised his voice slightly, and shouted , "Uncle——"

"......what?"

Fu Heihui's shout made Naoya break free from the complicated thousands of thoughts, he paused, turned around following the sound with some belated awareness, and looked at Fu Heihui, there was still some unpredictability in his eyes. He had time to fully restrain himself from being absent-minded and dazed, but the moment he met Shang Fu Heihui's green eyes, he blinked, changed his face to a gentle look, and asked with a light smile, "What's the matter, Xiaohui?" ?”

"...I want to know, what do you mean by the palace of the stars you mentioned just now, and 'distribute the shadow'?" Fu Heihui looked at Naoya, He hesitated for a while with his lips fluttering, and finally asked, "Can you tell me, uncle."

"...Even with us, this is already a long time ago," Naoya guessed that Fu Heihui might ask about this matter, his expression froze slightly, and then he sighed , with a very natural smile without any mistakes, as if he responded with some helplessness, "It's just that Wu's performance was too exaggerated, it's just a trivial matter, you don't need to pay too much attention to it."

"But he was very worried about you just now, and he was very nervous, as if he was worried... Uncle, you will do something irreparable," said, the ditch between Fu Heihui's eyebrows deepened a little, Naoya pursed the corners of her lips in dissatisfaction with those words that Naoya wanted to cover up this matter, and said in a deep voice, "I can see that this is not what you said, it's just a trivial matter. .....'Separate the shadows', what exactly does this mean, and what does it have to do with the Xingxing Palace where Master Tianyuan is located?"

"I really want to know, uncle," Fu Heihui lowered his eyes, walked slowly to Naoya's side, and when he raised his eyes to look at Naoya, the green and bright eyes were full of unshakable firmness and seriousness, falling on The hands beside her were also clenched a little, and she said more solemnly, "Please tell me."

"Xiaohui..." Naoya looked at Fu Heihui who was standing in front of him in a dazed manner, and couldn't maintain the reluctant smile on his face, trying to let this matter pass by.

He should have known that no matter which Hui, since childhood, has always been such a careful and discerning temperament, always able to see many things that others have not noticed from the details, this time, naturally not exception.

"......All right."

Sighing with some emotion, Naoya raised his hand and rubbed the top of Xiaohui's hair. He was always soft-hearted and compromised very easily to his nephew's request. Even Shier had told him about this matter more than once. If this goes on like this, Xiaohui will be spoiled sooner or later. In front of Shier, he will promise that he will try not to let Xiaohui be like this next time.

But when facing Xiao Hui, looking at the green eyes of the other party, the admiration and intimacy for herself, and the unreserved trust in the eyes, Naoya's originally planned rejection words will be stuck in her throat For a while, he couldn't tell a little bit more, and even found reasons for himself--how could Xiaohui be spoiled with such a restrained and well-behaved temperament.

"If you want to know, I will try my best to tell you," Naoya looked at Fu Heihui's eyebrows and said helplessly, "It can be regarded as an early warning for you, and you should be more careful about what you usually do, although I just arrived It’s not long here, but judging from the previous tasks of your youth academy, the high-level spells here are not restrained in the slightest compared to before, and even more and more unscrupulous.”

As he said that, Naoya's eyes showed a hint of coldness, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the cafeteria door again, "I hope Wu and the others can go well this time, as long as there is no guy from Soso, you may not be able to deal with the high-ranking mantras. It’s much easier than before, but at least I don’t have any worries.”

"Uncle, do you mean that what you want to say has something to do with the high level of spells?" Hearing this, Fu Heihui frowned, and simply analyzed the words in Naoya's mouth, "What you said... ...Is he a high-ranking man of magic?"

Hearing this, Knotabagi and Nagasaki looked at each other. They didn't know much about the high-level conjuration, but from the conversation and tone of Naoya and Fukuroe, it was not difficult to judge that the people at the high-level conjuration , It seems that none of them are good things, and in addition to the previous task of the youth academy, they now have no favor for this so-called high-level mantra, only full of disgust.

As for Yidizhi, who is the microphone between the high-level conjurer and the high-level specialist, he silently huddled himself into a ball, crazily lowered his sense of existence, lowered his head, and only focused on the unfinished dishes in front of him, trying to associate himself with Naoya and his party. isolated.

It's a pity that no matter how much he tries to achieve a state of being unaware, Naoya will not let him go easily.

"No, Masuo is not someone who is at the top of the spell." Naoya shook his head, shifted his gaze to Yidizhi who was almost shrunk under the table, smiled, and said loudly in the direction of Yizhi, "I believe that Mr. Yidizhi is doing the curse. I have never heard of this name in the many years of working in high-level technology."

Hearing this, Yi Dizhi, who was almost huddled into a ball, froze, and immediately felt several eyes focused on him, like a light on his back, so that he had to swallow his Adam's apple, raised his head again, and faced Naoya and his party. Pushing his glasses twice to cover up his nervousness, and the indescribable fear in his heart, he nodded with a tingling neck, affirming Naoya's statement, "Indeed, I have never heard of it before. The name."

"Because he is better at 'hiding' behind the scenes than showing his face," Naoya noticed the slightly puzzled eyes of Fu Heihui and the other three, and said with some ambiguity, "He is a magician. "

The three of Fu Heihui were taken aback when they heard the words, and they were about to ask what was wrong with Ren Suo as a curse master. Listening to Naoya's tone, shouldn't it be more appropriate to be called a curse master, but they heard Naoya continue——

"A 'sorcerer' who has lived for thousands of years and only has one brain left." Naoya squinted his eyes as he spoke, and a hint of irony gradually appeared in his brows and eyes as the voice fell.

And the three of Fu Heihui on the side, after listening to Naoya's words, opened their mouths almost at the same moment, they all doubted whether they had heard something wrong, and the three small faces were full of unconcealed expressions of astonishment, stunned.

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"Hey, what did you mean when you mentioned the Xingxing Palace?" On the other side, after the caramel and milk tea smelled the curse on Tsumiji's body, he quickly ran between tall buildings, wearing a blindfold Wujo teacher looked at Gojo Wujo, who was sitting in the front right, and was sitting on the milk tea with his back facing him. He was silent for a long time, and finally asked in a deep voice, "Is it related to Tiannei?"

Although the sentence pattern used is questionable, the tone is very affirmative.

Wujo Wu, who was wearing sunglasses, patted the milk tea shortly after Mr. Wutiao's words fell, and stopped suddenly, but asked without looking back, "What do you want to know?"

He didn't deny that when he mentioned Tiannei, Mr. Wutiao fixedly looked at Wutiao Wu's back, squinted his eyes, although his face didn't show it, but at this moment, many complicated and unspeakable emotions surged in his heart. As if being closer to the nostalgia is more timid, in the constant turbulent anxiety, there is a faint sense of helplessness and shrinking.

Obviously, he wanted to ask the 'participant' clearly and clearly, but when the words came to his lips, it seemed a little difficult to speak.

"...On your side, how much Naoya participated in the matter of Tennai back then," In the end, Mr. Gojo chose to focus on Naoya, even though what he really wanted to ask was another People, "What does this have to do with his shadow?"

Xia Xia, the two of them were sitting on the roof of a certain building in the urban area. Probably because it had just rained, there was still a light mist in the air. Between the two seemingly calm breaths.

"Your Jie is already dead, right?"

Teacher Wutiao was startled.

However, Wujo Satoru, who was wearing sunglasses, did not directly answer Wutiao's teacher's words, but turned his back to Wutiao's position, so that the other party could not see his expression at the moment, and only continued in a flat tone, "You do it yourself."

"...It seems that you know a lot," Mr. Wutiao was silent for a while after hearing this, and then opened his mouth again, but the smile on his face didn't reach his eyes , the tone in the tone is more invisible than before, and even the air pressure around the body is also lowered a bit, as if threatening, he hummed softly and said, "I don't know your straightness, I don't know these things clearly."

"He doesn't need to know," Gojo Satoru whispered, ignoring the provocation from Gojo Teacher behind him, and only looked at the street below. Following him, the three curse spirits he was most familiar with said coldly, "I will tell you what you want to know later, but for now, you'd better take a look at this first."

"Look at the disaster you left behind when you didn't cremate Jie's body."

Hearing this, Gojo teacher frowned, but still jumped off Caramel's back, stepped forward, followed Gojo Wu's line of sight, overlooking the bustling bustling street below.

However, with just one glance, he immediately froze in place. Under the blindfold, those azure blue eyes widened to the extreme in an instant, and the pupils shrank violently, as if all the astonishment and astonishment were taken away. They were all condensed in it, turning into a small black spot, trembling uncontrollably.

For a moment, many memories flashed uncontrollably in Mr. Wutiao's mind - that was the whole youth that he spent with Xia Youjie and Nitro in the three years of his high school.

"...Jie?" Wutiao teacher murmured, parting his lips subconsciously, softly calling out the real name of that figure.