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

New Year is coming.

The Zenyuan family became busy again, but this time the protagonist was no longer Naoya.

Obviously the weather is getting colder, but the sound of flies in Zhizai's ears is becoming more and more unscrupulous, especially his uncle's Zen courtyard fan, his spirit has improved visibly to the naked eye, and it seems that even the wrinkles on his face have become a little lighter.

When I bumped into him occasionally, the look of contempt and disdain in his eyes became more and more difficult to hide, and even mixed with a bit of a happy smile that got what I wanted.

Zhizai naturally knew why, it was nothing more than his uncle with a heart higher than the sky, who thought he was the most suitable person to be the head of the Chanyuan family. His father Zhibiren just gave birth to a good son, and now However, he has not awakened the spell for a long time, and the title of 'genius' is no longer guaranteed. Naturally, the Chanyuan fan couldn't hold back.

Naoya just thought it was funny, not laughing out loud in person was already the result of his patience.

Laughing at his uncle's overreaching, and also laughing at the conspicuous position of the patriarch of the Buddhist monastery, someone stared at him all day long, but fortunately his father was still drinking gourds all day long, enjoying himself.

But Naoya is also very clear that Naobi people have a lot of confidence.

Although the projection spell is not as powerful as the long-awaited ten-shadow method of the Chanyuan family, it is also one of the powerful spells of the Zenyuan family, not to mention that Zhipiren used it to the extreme. The position of the Patriarch is The people of Zhipi really settled on their own ability, and his son was just a bit of icing on the cake.

Only his uncle, who couldn't open his eyes, would think it was the reason for the descendants.

Naoya lay on his side in the kotatsu, eating crispy pancakes, drinking fragrant green tea, thinking about it indifferently.The pancakes and green tea were naturally provided by Zhen Wang, and when Shi Er was not around, no one would compete with him, so he had a rare rest, so he had to enjoy it.

To be honest, no matter how provocative the Chanyuan fan is like a clown, it doesn’t catch Naozai’s eyes. Let’s not talk about how much he looks forward to the day when the magic power will be gone soon. most.Furthermore, when you are old, you don't bother to care about these meaningless things. If you have this kind of effort, it is better to plan for the future.

It's just that the timely appearance of the Chanyuan fan made Naoya think of several other people.

Zenin Maki and Zenin Mayi, and...their mother who stabbed him in the back.

The fear, resentment and unwillingness at that time have been too thin now, but they are not all left. Naoya thought that these emotions had been completely forgotten by him in the abyss. Nutrients quietly climbed up the cliff again.

Without making a sound, he stabbed at Naoya, although it was not painful or itchy, but it was really annoying.

Naoya asks himself that he is not a magnanimous person, if not for the time buffer of a lifetime, I am afraid that he would have already raised a knife to kill people, but it was after more than 20 years of rethinking about life that he realized that this Buddhist mansion, inside How filthy it was, and in the same stinking mud, there was actually not much difference between him and that woman.

Corroded by the filth, it will eventually melt into the filth and continue to poison future generations.

Unless someone can drastically change the monastery, the difficulty of this is not much easier than changing the entire magic world. Intertwined interests and outdated concepts are all obstacles on this road.

But understanding is understanding, letting go is not so easy.

For a moment, Naoya even felt that the pancake in his mouth was tasteless.Thinking of Sisters Zhenxi and Zhenyi, he only felt a pain in his head, not to mention that one of the two sisters was the second generation of Heaven and Curse that he didn't really want to admit at the beginning.

Fortunately, people have not yet been born, and after the two sisters were born, he and Shier probably slipped away long ago, out of sight and out of mind, Naoya thought to himself comfortingly.

He really couldn't think of how to face the person who killed him, so he simply stayed away.

Leaving these things aside, his small yard has become cleaner and cleaner.

Except for Shier and Zhenwang, no one seems to know the existence of his place. The other attendants don’t know if they got any news from somewhere, or saw something, or it was privately instructed by others to treat him coldly. A lot, although the attitude is still respectful, but there is always a bit of perfunctory hidden in the action.

Although Naoya noticed it, he didn't care about it at all. After all, it had nothing to do with him not having the awakening spell.

In fact, if he didn't want to attract too much attention, if possible, he would not want any of his attendants, and he would be quiet and at ease by himself. In a sense, the current situation fulfilled his wish.

That's great, Naoya thought, taking a sip of tea.

"Master Naoya," Zhenwang came in with a wooden tray, bent his knees softly, and sat down in front of Naoya, "I made some light wagashi, would you like to try it?"

"Well, let's put it on the side." Naoya put down the teacup, looked at the various wagashi in the tray, and said with a smile, "There are quite a lot, you can eat it too."

Since his last birthday, he has become much closer to Zhenwang, and it is no longer the cold plastic master-servant relationship at the beginning.Although at that time Naoya only regarded the other party as an ordinary stranger.

"Thank you, master, I don't need it." Zhen Wang shook his head and refused.

"You're welcome, anyway, I can't finish it all by myself, so let's not leave it to Shier." Naoya winked deliberately, with a bit of teasing in his tone, "Besides, you made it yourself."

Zhenwang froze for a moment, then nodded a little embarrassedly.

Neither of the two likes to chat, each quietly ate tea, and there was only a small sound of chewing and the light clinking of teacups being picked up and put down in the room.

There was a sense of leisure between the two of them, perhaps infected by the relaxed atmosphere, Zhen Wang's originally reserved eyebrows softened a bit.

Naoya took a sip of wagashi and a sip of tea, the sweetness and a touch of bitterness mixed to create a wonderful taste, very comfortable.Looking at the luxuriant orchids on the table, he couldn't help but sigh, "Speaking of which, the orchid you found for me is really good, and it's growing so well even in winter."

Zhen Wang was stunned, looked at Zhe Helan, smiled and shook his head, "It's the young master who took good care of her."

"Fortunately, I didn't pay much attention to it." Naoya touched the tip of the leaf of Crane Orchid, and smiled, "It's a pity that the flowering period is still several months away."

"It will definitely look good at that time." Zhen Wang replied.

Hearing this, Naoya's smile widened a bit, "Is that so, then let me lend you a good word first."

Looking at Naoya's clean smile, Makoto was a little taken aback.

"Master..." Finally, Zhenwang couldn't help but speak again, "The people outside recently, they..."

"Hush—" Before Zhen Wang finished speaking, Naoya raised his index finger to cover his lips, interrupting the other party's unfinished words, "I know all these, don't need to say any more, and don't pay attention to it."

"..." Zhenwang opened his mouth, wanting to say something more, but finally leaned over, "Yes, Master Naoya."

"Let's talk about you, Mamoko." Naoya turned his head and looked at Mamoko with his chin resting on one hand.

"Me?" Zhenwang was confused, unable to react for a while, "I, I have nothing... nothing to say."

Naoya laughed, and shook his head, "Don't underestimate yourself like this. In my opinion, you have many advantages, and you have a lot to 'talk about'."

Zhenwang lowered her head, for some reason, the tone of Master Mingming Naozai was no different from that of just now, but she felt a little uneasy and dared not look directly at him.

Naoya was very satisfied with the effect that he quietly used some scattered spell power during the conversation, causing a certain degree of coercion, resulting in the immediate effect.The emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, and although his mana power is still losing, it is still much stronger than Zhen Wang, who has a lower mana power.

This move was not made by Naoya on a whim, but after a long time of consideration. If he wants to flee the monastery with Shier, he must have a lot of preparations, and sometimes it may be difficult to avoid Zhenwang's sight when he behaves.

And he also wants to know which side Zhenwang belongs to, whether it is his uncle Chanyuan fan, or his father Zhipiren...or maybe it is neither.

"You also know that the outside world's evaluation of me is not very good, or it has always been bad, but recently because I have not awakened the spell, it has become worse." Naoya looked indifferent, not What kind of emotional fluctuations will be caused by outsiders' comments.

"I know very well that more or less of them are waiting to see my jokes," Naoya paused, and smiled mockingly, "Standing far away, for fear of getting any dirt from me, but they are also afraid of standing They are too far away to see my miserable state clearly, after all they have waited too long for the day when my so-called 'genius' will fall."

"Master Naozai..." Zhenwang still didn't raise his head, but his voice was a little unsteady.

Naoya didn't take it seriously, shrugged his shoulders, "Except Shier and you, almost no one will come to my small yard now. They expect me to be unlucky, and they think I'm unlucky."

"So Zhenwang, can you tell me why you still stay with me?" Naoya approached Zhenwang's side and whispered, with an indifference that he didn't usually have, like another person, with a dangerous tone, "Send you Who the hell is coming to 'take care' of my daily life?"

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and there was only a faint sniffing sound circulating between the two.

After a while, Zhen Wangcai said dryly and hoarsely, "...it's Master Zenyuan Fan."

Naoya nodded, it was similar to what he expected, and he didn't suspect that the other party was lying. Decades of accumulated experience gave him a certain degree of confidence in judging people.

"Looking at the proud appearance of my good uncle recently, I guess he should have ordered you to go back to him in a few days." As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing, "After all, he In their eyes, I may already be worthless, so naturally there is no need to bother."

"Or, just in case you need to continue monitoring." After finishing speaking, Naoya couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "Anyway, my uncle is really impatient."

"...Yes." Obviously the temperature in the room is not too hot, but Mamoko's forehead has been covered with fine beads of sweat at some point.

What Naoya said was almost exactly the same as the real situation.

"What does he want you to do?" Naoya asked bluntly, unusually cold.

Now that things have happened, Zhenwang knows that he has no choice, "Zen... He wants me to record the changes in your spell power every day, young master, and report every fifteenth day."

"No wonder." Naoya nodded, and then said mercilessly, "Then when are you going to leave?"

"I..." Zhenwang was silent for a while, gritted his teeth, bent down and buried his head lower, "I don't want to leave the young master!"

Hearing this, Naoya looked at Zhenwang with a smile that was not a smile, as if surprised, "Why, you still want to explore my spell power openly?"

"That's not it!" Zhenwang quickly raised his head to refute, his expression couldn't control his excitement, and then he reacted and said, "That's not what I meant."

Finally, as if she had made up her mind, Mamoko raised her head again and stared at Naoya seriously, enduring her fear and timidity.

"Since the young master's birthday, the subsequent records are all fabricated by me and handed over to him. They are not the real situation of the young master." Forgive me, I just want the young master to give me a chance to make amends."

At the end, there was a slight tremor in Zhenwang's voice, and he leaned down to touch the ground with his forehead again, and repeated, "I really... don't want to leave Master Naoya."