At the beginning, the strongest 5T5 was stabbed

this is history

"Oh, it hurts..."

"lighter!"

"It hurts..."

The Zhipi people of the Buddhist monastery were drinking their afternoon tea when they suddenly heard a familiar wailing sound.

Well, the sound is familiar, but whining about this kind of thing...

The person directly next to the Zenyuan put down his teacup and rushed over in a hurry, and sure enough, he saw his son being carried in.

"Wait, what's going on here?" asked the Zhipi people of the Chanyuan.

"Young master was beaten." The stretcher bearer said weakly.

The face of the man directly next to the Zen Yuan sank, and he asked, "Who did it?"

"Don't ask so many questions!" Chanyuan Naoya rarely stopped his father's inquiry, and said stubbornly: "I will find the place myself!"

After being beaten by such a brat, how could he have the face to speak out!

Whether it's Fu Heihui or Wujo Wu, he will call back by himself, so there is no need to help him at home!

Zhipiren of the Chanyuan did not speak, carefully feeling the remnant of the mantra on his son, the remnant of Fu Heihui's mantra had been wiped out by Gojo Wu, and now only the remnant of Wujo Wu's mantra remained.

This residue...how should I put it?Pretty obvious.

Wujo Wu would not make such a mistake, it was as if he was telling the Buddhist monks: I beat people, if anyone comes to me!

Provocative, this is definitely provocative!

It's a pity that the Zhibi people of the Chanyuan sighed, just like the last time the barrier at home was blown away by Wutiao Wu, at most they asked the elders of Wutiao's family to argue, but they couldn't move Wutiao Wu at all.

Not to mention Wujo Wu is the hope of the magic circle, even if he dared to touch him, no one in the entire Chanyuan family would be able to deal with that brat.

"When did you offend Gojo Satoru?"

"I didn't offend him!" Chanyuan Naoya's tone was very aggressive: "It was he who offended him, and he took away..."

"Stolen what?"

"It's nothing." Naoya Zenyuan didn't tell his father. It's better not to let others know that Mr. Shi Er is not dead, otherwise the magic circle will definitely make trouble for him.

The Zhibi people of the Zen Yuan had no choice but to wave their hands to signal the servants to send their son back to the room, and then sighed and went to drink tea in the corridor.

Not long after, someone came to report.

"Master Patriarch, Lord Sanriyue is here."

Immediately, the person directly connected to the Chanyuan said, "Please come in quickly."

The servants went to invite him immediately, and after a short while, Sanri Yuezong, who was wearing a blue uniform, walked in.

He always had a smile on his brow and eyes, and the sun and the moon were spinning in his eyes. He walked unhurriedly in front of Zhibiren of the Buddhist monastery, and saluted him slowly.

"You're bothering me again, Patriarch of the Zen Academy."

"Please sit down." The person directly adjoining the Chanyuan beckoned.

Sanri Yuezong knelt down beside him straight up, and the people from the monastery directly poured tea for him, and looked at this luxurious man carefully again.

He and Sword Fusangshen have known each other since childhood. Although these Fusangshen and magicians are different, they also appear in troubled times, and their appearance often represents the chaos of the world.

Or... the chaos of time.

"I haven't seen you guys for a while."

"Some time ago we went out to see a world that shouldn't exist." Mikayue Zongjin seemed to be recalling the magic of that world, "There is a person who shouldn't be there but has lived there for nearly 20 years. Although everything has been corroborated in the end, the impact has been irreversible.”

"An irreparable disaster?"

"It is a disaster for us, but it may not be for that world." Mikazuki Zongjin smiled lightly, but his expression was a little sad: "The Sword Fusangshen was born to protect history, but history may not always be the same. It's wonderful."

"Why don't you try to save it?"

"If we do the same, how is it different from the retrograde army that wants to destroy history?"

There is a huge difference. People in the monastery directly frowned and watched the development of the situation, and did not save the disasters that could be saved.

The retrograde army destroys history and may lead history to the side of disaster, but if Fu Sangshen does it, they can definitely lead everything to the good side.

pity……

"Whether good or bad, what has happened is a necessity, so..."

"For the so-called people who are going through all that in history, your statement is too arbitrary." Zhipi from the Chanyuan interrupted Mikayue Zongjin's words: "I think it's okay for people who have the ability to change history to do that. mistake."

"This is where our ideas differ." Sanri Yuezong took a sip of his tea and let out a breath of foul air.

The people directly next to the temple didn't say anything.

"I came here this time to say goodbye." Sanri Yue Zongjin said flatly, "I won't come here again from now on."

The person directly next to the Chanyuan frowned and asked, "Are you leaving?"

"No, we are going to become enemies." Despite saying this, Sanriyue Zongjin was still drinking tea slowly, indifferently without any fireworks.

Zhibiren of the Zen Academy quickly realized, took a deep look at him, and said, "It seems that the future of the magic world is not very good."

Sword Fusangshen appears in troubled times and appears when history is tampered with, that is to say...

"Are you sure you want to make the present the history you are familiar with?" The Zhibi of the Zen Academy raised his head and stared into Sanri Yuezong's eyes.

Sanri Yue Zongjin looked at him without fear, his expression still calm: "For us, the present is history."

Zhipiren of the Chanyuan had nothing to say, so he raised a glass with him, not discussing business matters, but quietly enjoying the last time of drinking tea as an old friend.

A few days later, the big dark day arrived.

Wutiao Wu didn't go back to the high school, let alone Wutiao's house, and spent the New Year's Eve at Fu Heisher's house with a faceless face.

"The conjurer didn't have a vacation, did he? There might be more curse spirits during the Chinese New Year, and the night moth is not looking for you?" Fu Heisher didn't want to chase Wutiao Wu away, but was really curious about it.

Wujo Wu was very straightforward: "What is the conjurer busy with Wujo Wu?"

Fuhesher: ...

So cheap!

Are you taking yourself out of the ranks of conjurers?

At the end of the new year, when all the conjurers were so busy that they didn't touch the ground, Wujo Wu has been pestering him these days, wouldn't Ye Mo Zhengdao come here in the middle of the night with a knife?

"Mr. Fuhei, New Year's money!" Riko Tenuchi ran over and reached out to Fuheisher for money.

"Huh?" Fu Heisher was at a loss.

"Isn't Mr. Fu Hei prepared?" Riko Tennai pouted, a little unhappy: "We need to give lucky money during the Chinese New Year!"

"I've never had a baby before."

"Okay, stop making trouble, Tennai." Seeing that Fuheshier was not prepared to drag Tennai Riko away, Huihara Yuu didn't want to embarrass Fuheisher.

But Fu Heisher laughed, and said to Wutiaowu, "Sure enough, Huiyuan is much more sensible than Tiannei."

"The one who acts like a baby is the luckiest!" Gojo Satoru retorted.

Fu Heisher took out the red envelopes and handed one to each of them.

Gojo Satoru also took out two... Luban locks.

The square-shaped hollow Luban lock can be seen from the hole to contain a bank card, but it cannot be taken out without unlocking and opening.

"It's up to you whether you can get it or not!" Gojo Satoru threw two small cubes over.

Fu Heisher's red envelope is quite satisfactory, while Wujo Wu's red envelope is a bit...

Hui Yuanxiong looked at the red envelope that the senior gave him in a daze, and said that he was very happy that the senior gave him the red envelope, but this is a bit too difficult.

Hui Yuanxiong had a bitter face, but Tenuchi Riko shouted: "Thank you!"

Then he grabbed the Luban lock and threw it hard on the ground.

With a "snap", the plastic Luban lock was smashed open, and the parts shattered to the ground.

Riko Tennai picked up the card and shook Gojo Gojo triumphantly, and left contentedly.

Gojo Satoru: ...

Fuck, he will definitely change to iron next year!

"Senior Gojo, I'll go back and open it slowly!" Hui Yuanxiong was obviously "inspired", but in the end he still didn't have the nerve to break it open in front of people, grabbed the Luban lock and went back to the room.

Wujo Gojo looked at Fuheshier with a face, and saw that he was trying not to laugh, and finally couldn't help laughing when he looked over.

You deserve it, you have today too!

Gojo Satoru was even more ashamed and annoyed, he suddenly plunged into Fu Heisher's arms, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Ahem", it suddenly turned into a comedy and turned into 1/8/ban, Fu Heishen suddenly choked on laughter.

"Mr. Shier, where's my red envelope?" Wujo Wu looked at Fu Heisher with watery blue eyes.

"Do you still want red envelopes?" Fu Heisher's face was full of incomprehension: "Lord, are you short of money?"

"But I want it, I just want it!" Wujo Wushuang shook the opponent's neck with his hands.

"Women" who act like a spoiled child are the best life, cats and cats who act like a spoiled child are really terrible, Gojo Satoru, who is so strong, even grabbed Fu Heisher's neck as a threat.

"Cough, don't pinch it, here you are!" Fu Heisher hurriedly stopped, took out the red envelope he had prepared and handed it to Wutiaowu.

"You're still ready." Gojo Satoru suddenly became happy.

"Because I knew you would make trouble." Fu Heisher patted his head, when will he be a little more mature?

Wujo Wu happily opened the red envelope, it doesn't matter if the money is not, he just likes the red envelope sent by Shi Er.

While dismantling it, Gojo Satoru asked, "Where is Huihui?"

Fu Heisher didn't answer, feeling a little guilty.

"Your son, don't you go to see him after Chinese New Year?" Gojo Satoru nudged Fu Heisher with his elbow, so cruel?

"He's doing well in the Fuhei family."

"That's your son!"

"So what's the matter? He doesn't want to see me either." Fuheisher simply turned on the TV, pretending to be watching TV, ignoring Gojo Satoru's long-winded words.

Huihui's words... She probably wouldn't want to see him, after all, he is such a scumbag.

At Fuhei's house, the night is getting dark.

Fu Heihui didn't have the habit of watching the age, so he simply lay down in bed early, but couldn't fall asleep at all.

He fell asleep.

The wind chime was placed by the bedside. Looking up from below, the folded note had gradually opened in the past few days. Although it was only a small arc, he could still see it clearly.

【I want daddy to come back. 】

It's a normal wish for a child.

Fu Heihui watched quietly, turned off the warm light at the head of the bed just before his eyes turned red, and buried his head completely under the quilt.

Whether it is sleeping or crying, only this precocious little guy knows.

The author says:

For those who curse back, this is now.

But for Touken Fusangshen, this is the history that they traveled through time and space many years ago.

Alas, the contradictions cannot be reconciled.

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Happy Sunday everyone, drop red envelopes!