save the judge

The two sat facing each other in silence for a long time, thinking about how this wonderful thing happened, then Abe Seimei groped around, pulled out a blank piece of paper from under a pile of messy books, and picked up an unknown book. When a fine drop hits the floor.

The ink on the tip of the pen had already dried up long ago, so he breathed on his lips without hesitation, the moist air flow touched the tip of the pen, and drew a pentagram on the paper with the ink that never dries up at 01:30. The thin ink on the soft and wrinkled paper is like a new branch of an old tree, a thin line, barely connecting into the pattern the owner wants.

"Although it's late, let's give it a try." Abe Seimei pointed to his lips, silently recited a long list of spells, wiped it on the paper, and handed this crude spell to God without hope. Palace Temple Spring.

Yu Zaoqian and his broken tail... It is almost the part that is closely connected with the blood, and it will be sensed as soon as it leaves the barrier. No matter how you hide it now, it will not help, it is better...

Abe Seimei thought about it, but gave up the idea.

Before everything happened, he was still very happy to watch his friend encounter some tricky little troubles. The corner of the big onmyoji's mouth curled up into a fox-like smile.

But miraculously, the trouble they expected never came to them.

"Maybe it's because the distance is too far, so the induction failed." Speaking of words that he didn't even believe, Jingu Jiquan pretended that he had found a good reason.

Abe Seimei covered his mouth with a bat fan and laughed sullenly. His laughter immediately attracted a stern glance from his friend: "If he finds him, I will say that you did it. I heard that you and Shuten Doji and Ootengu Do you know each other too? Let’s make a table together.”

The onmyoji in the Heian era didn't understand what his last sentence meant, but he could guess it from the context. He smiled and tapped his knee with the bat fan: "Well... my spell is concealing breath. In addition, it can also be reversed to enhance the induction."

The two men threatened each other, and found that the fox on the opposite side was not a bad person, so they pretended that there was no such thing at the same time, and started talking about other things with haha.

"What happened to the fire in Ouchi?" Jingu Jiquan snatched the last bottle of sake from Abe Seimei.

The onmyoji who was robbed of the sake put down his hands in a good temper: "Ah, it was the little bastards living in the palace who accidentally ignited it when they were playing around. It happened to be the place where the Tianwen Liao stored the books, so I discovered it." relatively late."

"Miscellaneous ghosts? Aren't there onmyojis from the Onmyoji in the palace?"

"Although I said so, there are many onmyojis who can't even see the ghosts. This profession is not enough just to work hard." In a certain sense, the greatest onmyoji in history The teacher lazily leaned on his elbow, "Most of the yin and yang students in Yinyang Liao are doing the work of copying astronomy, calendar and yin and yang spells day after year. There is a miscellaneous monster lying on its stomach..."

"...I haven't even completed a single retreat, and I can only be a yin and yang for the rest of my life. Of course, it will be different if someone with sufficient power recommends it."

Abe Seimei showed a somewhat bored smile.

There was a crisp ding-dong when the wine jug and the saucer collided lightly, and the clear liquid fell into the pottery, reflecting a sparkling light on a branch of spring peaches painted on the bottom of the pottery.

"Then, what's Seimei-sama's opinion on this?" Jingujiquan looked at the wine in the wine dish, and poured a little more into it.

Abe Seimei changed his sitting position, stared at the wine jar, and said with a double entendre: "Well...the expulsion can't be exhausted, without effort."

Jingujiquan shook the wine jar: "The emperor must be very angry, right? After knowing the cause of the fire, maybe there will be a relatively large personnel change in Yinyang Liao? The white fox who can use Yinyang to make rain will soon rise to the sky?"

Abe Seimei blinked slyly: "Then it's better not to let him know the reason?" He changed his comfortable posture again, opened and closed the bat fan, and picked up the petals that fell on his clothes, "I have to deal with it every day." Those monsters who invaded Heian-kyo without subsidy, I am very tired, I really don’t need more work. Besides, the work of copying and counting can be done by people with long hands, so why pull me into it Woolen cloth?"

An onmyoji who is well versed in the strategy of keeping a low profile and biding his time has taken a job as a dispensable student in astronomy at Yinyang Liao. The greatest pleasure every day is to use shikigami to replace himself to go to work, and then visit Heianjing at night to fight demons. Compared with those who are so boring For the extreme personnel work, he would rather go to Dajiangshan to watch Ibaraki's drunkenness all day long.

"Occasionally, I can chat with Boya in my spare time—ah, yes, now I have you." The white fox's son raised the end of his eyes with a smile, and the faint blush on his eyelids fell like a kissed peach petal on the ground. On the top, the aura of "fox" that seeps out from the bones is covered.

Jingujiquan clapped his hands suddenly: "Ah, I remembered, I came to get back my Tsurumaru, and I was almost distracted by you."

Abe Seimei deliberately ignored him, and pushed the wine dish in front of him with a fan to Jingujiquan's eyes, and then tapped the handle of the fan on the floor, which was full of hints.

Jingu Jiquan glanced at the dignified Abe Seimei on the opposite side, curled his lips, really holding grudges.

The smiling Abe Seimei watched with satisfaction as Jingujiquan obediently poured wine for himself, and then happily pointed in the direction: "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to wake him up at all...he has been waiting for you."

Seeing his friend stand up quickly and walk towards the direction he pointed, Qingming lowered his head and picked up his wine dish, drank it slowly, and reached out to touch the wine jar but it was empty.

He froze for a moment and almost laughed angrily.

How could there be such a vengeful person who even carried the wine jar away!

Abe's mansion was not too big, and most of the space was concealed behind heavy curtain doors and gauze screens due to the bedroom-like structure popular in the Heian period. Jingu Jiquan probably knew where Seimei put the sword after a glance.

As for Tsurumaru, he really cared enough. Next to the tent where the master sleeps is a painted cage for important items. The snow-white sword on the rack.

The Taidao with a beautiful shape lies quietly on the knife holder, like Fusangshen sleeping in it, and it is completely an angel when it is not moving.

The interrogator who came across time exhaled slightly, and slowly sat down on his knees.

It wasn't until he actually saw Tsurumaru that the secret worry in his heart really dissipated.

It's not that he doesn't believe in Abe Seimei's ability, nor does he doubt Abe Seimei's character.He knew that the Great Onmyoji would definitely keep his promise and protect Tsurumaru.But in the Heian era where humans and ghosts coexist, there are so many variables, and Tsurumaru, who was forced to return to his body, has no self-protection ability at all, not to mention that there is still a real "Tsurumaru Kuninaga" in this era. worry.

Although there are countless Tsurumaru that can appear in the forge, only the Tsurumaru that appeared in front of him and smiled at him belongs to him. If he loses it, there will be no more.

Jingujiquan raised his hand and took off the Taidao from the knife holder. The silent Taidao suddenly began to tremble in a low voice, like a human moaning in joy.

Jingujiquan was stunned for a moment.

When he left the Heian Era last time, Abe Seimei had already told him that Tsurumaru had returned to the real body of this era. It stands to reason that this should be the usual Taidao that Ikki did not pay Sangshen to live in. How could there be Such a reaction?

Crane Maru is not Hikikiri Maru, who has anecdotes of chirping at night.

His stupefaction was not over yet, a very familiar feeling hit him, the spiritual power in his body was beating joyfully, spontaneously rushing towards the palm of his hand, wrapping the vibrating sword skillfully, surrounded by a rich golden light, It was like a lively child calling his friends to come out to play, and after a brief flash, cherry blossoms transformed from spiritual power drifted down from the void.

"Yo~ Lord, did you miss me?"

The white-clothed crane with its hands behind its back, jumped out of the cherry blossoms with a smile, its wide white feathers swaying behind it, like a mischievous white crane with disheveled feathers.

Before the golden light faded, Tsurumaru took a step forward, relying on the height difference between Fusangshen and the judge, he easily embraced the youthful Jingujiquan in his arms.

A tender hug.

"...I miss you." Jingujiquan squeezed a sentence into Tsurumaru's arms with a stiff face.

"Ehhh?! This is different from what you said!" Tsurumaru opened his beautiful golden eyes and circled around Jingujiquan, "Shouldn't I cry and hug me, and then express my nostalgia? And There will also be a vow never to leave me again..."

Jingujiquan couldn't bear it anymore and pressed the dangling face in front of him, leaned closer and asked him, "Where did you see these things?"

Tsurumaru, who was caught, blinked obediently, and replied in a low voice under the lord's hand: "...it was what Seimei-sama said."

Very good, Seimei Abe!

"—He said that when we reunite after a long absence, we should do this to show how much we value each other, and we can also add a kiss. If you don't do this, it's a sign of disregard...Master, do you have another Tsurumaru?"

Sending out spiritual torture and accusations, Tsurumaru's hair drooped, and he looked at Jingujiquan with extremely aggrieved and sad eyes, just like a child who was hurt by his parents, dazed and sad.

Seimei Abe——!

Jingujiquan narrowed his eyes and chewed the name twice between his teeth.

Abe Seimei, who was beckoning to the cherry blossom demon for sake in the corridor, suddenly shivered, and a feeling of chilling upside down hit his heart. He straightened up vigilantly, raised his hand to pinch a few times, then heaved a sigh of relief, and continued to slump beside the pillar .But within three seconds of relaxing, he suddenly remembered what he had said to Fusangshen when he summoned him back...

The guardian of Heian-kyo stood up immediately: "Is it dark? Is Chanosuke here yet? Let's go watch the night!"

While his friend was still inside, Abe Seimei, who had extraordinary mobility, quickly jumped down the corridor and walked gracefully and quickly to the door. The shikigami who had been waiting by the door opened the door in good time, and Abe Seimei stepped out. Suddenly, a vast cyan light like water waves descended in front of him.

The light was magnificent and majestic, like the embers of the night burning in the daytime, igniting the fire of the ethereal stone lanterns around.

Under the already dim night, the halo gradually condensed and blended, and the first thing to show was the red and black hem dragging on the ground. The gorgeous silk and satin seemed to gather the essence of starlight, and there were fine diffuse halos swimming on it, dazzling The jade ornaments are pendant on the layers of clothes, the big red sleeves are gathered outside the black long clothes, and a layer of crow blue is suppressing the bright red silk clothes, which is elegant and bright as if it was made by picking the colors of mountains and rivers.

And outside the wide sleeves, a hand holding a juniper fan hangs down, and the tall young man stepping out of the light has long hair loose, the crow-black long hair glows with a cold luster, half of his face is covered with a With a fox face, the exposed lips are thin and beautiful, as if painted with vermilion lipstick, the whole person is so beautiful that it transcends gender and race.

Abe Seimei slowly frowned.

The man with majestic and vast demonic aura raised his hand, and the cypress fan pointed at the owner here across the barrier of Abe's mansion.

He spoke lazily and slowly, with a hoarse voice, but with an indisputable charm: "I came here to welcome my half body, Qingming, don't stop me."

He turned his face sideways, with his charming lips slightly raised, showing a sinister and ferocious smile: "Otherwise, even you, I will kill you."

Abe Seimei calmly pressed the bat fan in his hand.

Now, in the front is the menacing Tamamo front, and in the back is the irritated friend...Which way will the survival rate be higher?

But rather than fleeing for his own life, he wants to see his friend get trapped in the Shura field, what should he do?Thinking of Fu Sangshen's expression when he mentioned his friend, the evil taste in the Great Onmyoji's heart surged up again.

Come on friends, let's face the crisis together!