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

Naoya looked at Gojo Satoru who was approaching, and the six sapphire-like radiant eyes appeared in front of him at such a close distance, refracting an unusually dazzling flame through the sunlight.

To be honest, it's really pretty.

But because of the owner of these eyes, Naoya couldn't feel any appreciation at all at the moment.

He naturally heard Wujo Wu's words clearly, and he didn't miss a single word.

However, Naoya raised the corner of his mouth towards Wujo Wu after being stunned by this, and said with a smile with full sincerity, "Thank you for letting me know."

Gojo Satoru was stunned this time.

Obviously Naoya's reaction was not what he expected.

All the details that his all-knowing and omnipotent six eyes obtained from Zenyuan Naoya told him that the person in front of him was indeed happy for the disappearance of the mantra, and his gratitude to him was also from the bottom of his heart.

And this is what makes Gojo Satoru most puzzled.

From the moment he followed his father into the Buddhist monastery house, the super insight of the six eyes told him that this was another boring and decadent family, and it was even more filthy. He was obviously jealous of him, but he greeted him with a hypocritical smile , disgusting and boring, he might as well stay at home instead of coming here.

However, Gojo Satoru opened his eyes slightly when he saw the boy who was about his age standing behind the Patriarch of the Zen Academy who was also approaching with the crowd.

It seems that some can't believe it.

The boy's mantra is dissipating slowly downward along with the meridians of the whole body like flowing water. The whole process is almost static and not easy to detect. If he hadn't noticed something wrong and took a second look, he might have been concealed at this moment .

Although nothing in this world can hide from his six eyes.

Interesting, Gojo Satoru thought with some joy.

Seeing the other party quietly raised his head and peeked over, he even looked at each other with interest.

It was a very ordinary pair of eyes, with the dark brown color that most people have, nothing special, but the slightly raised brows at the corners of the eyes gave these ordinary eyes a bit of refinement.

It's a pity that the other party quickly escaped.

Gojo Satoru couldn't help regretting, and then he felt a little stubborn. He was thinking, does the other party know the fact that his spell power is dissipating?From the looks of it, the other party should be the direct son of the current Patriarch of the Chanyuan, Naozai of the Zenyuan.

With such an identity, if he knew about this, what kind of expression would the other party have on his face?

Gojo Satoru was a little curious, and felt a little happy about it.

But no matter how the mood in his heart changes, the expression on his face at this moment has not changed in the slightest.

The Six Eyes, which is difficult to see in a century, is too domineering, and Gojo Satoru knows too many things too early, whether it is secret, dark, or dirty and hypocritical, Six Eyes will not let him miss any hidden information, no matter who he is. Do I want to.

They say ignorance is bliss.

But in the world in the eyes of Wujo Wujo, there is no fun at all.

The situation is different now.

That's why Gojo Satoru threw off the guards and leaned forward to say something like that. He was even ready to appreciate Zenyuan Naoya's expression after hearing the news.

Will it be unbelievable, or become angry?Wujo Satoru guessed, but he had some other expectations in his heart.

However, what he didn't expect was that Zenyuan Naoya would respond to him with such an expression as if he had won a lottery.

Lord Shenzi, who hadn't eaten fireworks in the world yet, was a little dazed.

And looking at Gojo Gojo's rarely stunned expression, Naoya only felt that his mood became brighter, and even looking at Gojo Gojo's big watery diamond blue eyes seemed to become more radiant.

All along, he has naturally noticed the dissipation of the mantra. After all, there are years of experience here, but because the changes are too subtle, it is difficult for him to determine whether this change is continuous, or occasionally, or whether it is just a change. his own delusion.

It's good now, Six Eyes has given him the final word.

As expected of the six eyes, it is comparable to taking an X-ray film, Naoya sighed in his heart.

He looked around, and saw that no one was paying too much attention to the two of them, only the group of guards behind Gojo Wu, who still abided by their duties and stayed close, but did not dare to get too close. He was often tossed by Gojo Satoru.

Naoya thought for a while, and was aroused to be amused. He returned the same way to him, looked at Gojo Satoru, who was an arm's length away, and deliberately stepped forward to get closer to the other party's ear, and exhaled softly, "Thank you Master Shenzi’s reminder, if there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely repay you.” For example, let me tell you about the prison gate in advance.

After finishing speaking, Naoya smiled and left, like a little fox who had succeeded, ignoring Gojo Satoru's reaction.

And Wujo Wu, who was still in a daze, saw the back of Zenyuan Naoya who had left, and then came back to realize what happened just now, and murmured in disbelief, "How dare he... ..."

At this time, the guard behind him stepped forward at the right time, lowered his head and asked respectfully, "Master Wu, do you have any orders? That person just now was..."

"Back off." Gojo Satoru coldly interrupted before the guard finished speaking.

"But Master Wu..."

"I said, step back." Gojo Gojo looked at his guard with non-physical eyes, without any emotion, "Don't make me repeat it a third time."

Seen through by the sight, cold sweat dripped down the guard's forehead in an instant, and then he bowed in a more respectful manner, "Yes, I am very sorry, Mr. Wu."

Then he retreated quietly.

It's just a pity that he, who bowed his head and left, didn't realize that the ear of the object of his obedience was slightly hot at the moment.

While no one noticed, Gojo Satoru rubbed his reddened ears, gritted his teeth in his heart, and thought to himself angrily, such a reckless person, he will never let him go next time.

hateful!

Naoya here didn't know that he had been missed by a certain little white cat, and returned to the back of the Naobi, and the Naobi just glanced sideways, didn't say anything, and continued to talk to Gojo People at home chat.

Naoya was unmoved, just looked down at the road.

The group of people finally came to the main room, and the food had already been prepared, which was very rich.

In the big family, the so-called birthday party of the youngest son, the protagonist is often the least important. Although Naoya was arranged in the first position next to Naobi, except for a few polite blessings from everyone at the beginning of the banquet, there was no one else. After paying attention to Naoya, they all focused on Gojo Satoru.

It's not surprising, my lord.

Zenyuan and Wutiao belong to the same imperial family. They used to be evenly matched to pull each other, but now because of the birth of Six Eyes, the balance has fallen heavily to the Wujo family.

In this way, one side finds out the news of the Six Eyes, and the other side hopes that the Ten Shadows will return to the Buddhist monastery.

It's a pity that it hasn't happened so far. Thinking of this, Naoya couldn't help but feel a little funny. The Chanyuan family originally hoped that the Ten Shadow Method could be reincarnated in the Zen Academy to check and balance the Six Eyes, but they never thought that Wujo Wu would accept the successor of the Ten Shadow Method as his student in the future.

Naturally, the hostile check-and-balance situation expected by the Chanyuanists no longer exists.

Still concerned about the occasion, Naoya hastily scooped up a small spoonful of chawanmushi to hide his smile.

The tea bowl steamed tastes good, probably because it is for entertaining distinguished guests. It is much more refined than the simple tea bowl steamed in ordinary times. The taste is smooth and tender, the chicken is soft and rotten, the mushrooms are light and fragrant, and there is a touch of ginkgo fruit.

Although Naoya himself doesn't really like the slightly bitter ginkgo fruit.

While eating, suddenly, Naoya felt a familiar and strong gaze. He looked in the direction, and sure enough, it was Gojo Satoru. The plain sleeves inside are covered with some patterns, which look very delicate.

Gojo Satoru himself looked at him indifferently.

For some reason, Naoya got goosebumps a little, a feeling as if he was deeply missed, and he couldn't help rubbing his arms.

When Naoya wanted to see if it was just his own illusion, Gojo Satoru had already moved his gaze away calmly, as if the gaze just now was just his illusion.

Fortunately, Naoya didn't care, and continued fighting for the small bowl of chawanmushi in front of him.

It's just that the previous good taste is gone.

It’s been a long time since I experienced such a boring birthday, and Naoya was still a little uncomfortable for a while. The people around him were chattering and noisy, but it made him feel more and more boring. The obedient attendants served him too thoughtfully, which not only failed to make him feel comfortable , but it aroused his irritability.

Not to people, but simply to things.After all, this so-called birthday party was never organized for him alone.

Naoya misses his little courtyard a little bit. After a few months, he has become sober enough that he will no longer miss his past life blindly. If we say that at the beginning, he still hoped that he could wake up and return to his relative Zen courtyard. It is a home that is too small, but warm enough. Now, he no longer places his hopes on it.

It's too ethereal.

But at this moment, Naoya is still weak, although he warns himself not to miss his former home too much, but at least his own small yard can be somewhat clean there.

Maybe Shire can accompany him?Naoya thought a little uncertainly.

After drinking for three rounds, everyone's faces were a little bit drunk. Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Naoya excused himself to the Zhipi people who were beside him. The drink between the cups did not see his face, and his expression remained the same.

Hearing Naoya's words, he just nodded silently, and said after a while, "Go...have a good rest, and don't forget about tomorrow's training." There was a pause for a few seconds, as if he wanted to say something, but turned Talk wind.

Naoya didn't intend to think about it, but nodded obediently, got up and left quietly, without attracting the attention of anyone else.

Except Wujo Wu.

Gojo Satoru looked at the direction Naoya left, thoughtfully.

The corridor was very quiet, except for the occasional attendant carrying a plate and hurrying past with his head bowed, making the wooden floor creak softly and quickly.

The sky had already turned twilight, and the brilliance of the lights covered Naoya's face as the night fell. In the light and darkness, Naoya returned to his yard. The room that was supposed to be dark was now brightly lit.

Naoya was a little surprised, who would be in his room at this time.

When I opened the door, I saw a man lying unceremoniously on the tatami, with his back turned to him, looking very idle.

It's Shire.

"You're back, young master." Shi'er said lazily, his tone seemed a little sleepy, "How's it going, have you seen Liuyan from Wutiao's family?"

Naoya was stunned, he didn't expect that Shi Er would mention this, "Have you seen it too?"

Shi Er didn't speak, but just remembered the scene when he was discovered by that six-eyed boy in the yard just now.

This is the first time he was discovered standing behind others.

"What good food did you eat today?" Shi Er asked, changing the subject.

Naoya was taken aback, didn't think much, and smiled, "Today's Chawanmushi is pretty good, do you want to eat it?"

As soon as the words fell, the maid who often followed Naoya came in with a wooden tray, on which were placed two servings of chawanmushi and some delicate side dishes, which coincided with Naoya's words.

"Master Naozai, please use it." The maid said softly, but it was different from usual, and there was always a faint smile in her tone.

Naoya: "..."

Shi Er: "Chick."

Although a little helpless, Naoya still thanked him and took it, and asked by the way, "Why did you think of sending me these, my father arranged for it?"

The maid glanced at Naoya when she heard the words, then lowered her head and said, "I saw that the young master came out very early, and I thought you might not be full, so I brought some over to make you supper."

"...Thank you, you are determined." Looking at the steaming food, Naoya smiled, "You should also go to rest early, and I will clean it up by myself in a while."

The maid seemed a little hesitant, "But..."

"It's okay, let's go." Naoya said with a more gentle expression, with some reassurance.

"Yes," the maid had no choice but to agree, and then she thought of something, and added in a low voice, "Happy birthday to you, Master Naoya." Then she bowed and left without waiting for Naoya's response.

Naoya was left in a daze, holding the wooden tray, looking a little dazed.

"Okay, everyone is gone." Shi Er did not know when he came behind Naoya, reached out and took one of the chawanmushi, and then put down something, and said, "It's done, young master."

Feeling that the wooden plate in his hand lightened first, then sank again, but Shier's sleeve blocked his view, Naoya didn't see what Shier put, so he had to stand obediently.

After the sleeves were removed, Naoya finally saw what was added to the wooden tray.

It is a simple small dagger with a black gold handle and a dark wooden scabbard with a gold thread running through the entire sheath. With the matte finish, it looks a bit simple.

Naoya put down the wooden tray, picked up the dagger lightly, felt its own slightly heavy texture, couldn't help but clenched it a little bit, and asked with some surprise, "Give it to me? Is this a magic tool?"

Shi Er was busy eating chawanmushi, and only hummed from his nasal cavity when he heard the words.

But Naoya didn't care, he could even say that he is really happy now, and smiled at Shier, "Thank you, I like it very much."

All in all... this birthday wasn't too bad, Naoya rubbed the blade and thought, feeling a little bit of consolation in his heart.

"By the way, where did you get this knife?" Naoya asked without raising his head.

At this time, Shi Er had already wiped out the bowl of chawanmushi, and belched very casually, "It won a fight."

Naoya: "...?"

"It's a trophy." Shi Er stroked his chin and said nonchalantly, "How about it, are you satisfied?"

Naoya really wants to complain, but the point is not at all, okay!

But he looked at the knife in his hand, then at Shi'er who seemed to be expecting a little bit, was silent for a while, and finally said, "Satisfied...very satisfied."