A person is in Type-Moon, goes out, and then picks up an Outer God girl?

Although both of them have martial arts and skills honed to the extreme, Miyamoto Musashi possesses more resolute and extreme methods than Li Shuwen.

Miyamoto Musashi...is the kind of person who will do anything to win the battle!

He left the square table and walked towards the open space on the other side with Miyamoto Musashi. The long sword mark that was previously cut by Okita Souji's treasure became the boundary between the two of them. Even though Duanmu Ye did not emit any magical attributes at this moment, Miyamoto Musashi knew that he was not an enemy to be underestimated. Just standing there, he exuded a considerable degree of threat.

Looking at Miyamoto Musashi standing opposite him, Duanmu Ye was thinking, wondering whether he should really use the power of Cthugya, or try to use the power of Nya Latotep, which he had not used for a long time, to put Van Gogh's spiritual base on himself again.

As for why he didn't choose "Yang Yuhuan", who was more suitable at the moment, Duanmu Ye found it difficult to explain for a moment. After all, he knew nothing about music, and it was somewhat inappropriate for him to use Yang Yuhuan's spiritual clothes.

Of course, the most important thing wasn't just that he actually had a different musical temperament, but more importantly, when using Van Gogh's spirit clothes, his self-perception was still male. After all, among Van Gogh's spirit base components, there was the most crucial "Vincent van Gogh" part, while Yang Yuhuan... was purely female from head to toe...

If Nya Latotep really existed in this space, Duanmu Ye always had a bad premonition, the kind that once he used content without a male spiritual base, he would definitely become a female...

Therefore, at this moment, Duanmu Ye was hesitating, wondering what power he should use to find a way to force Miyamoto Musashi to withdraw.

"You're not actually Sakamoto Ryoma, right?"

Suddenly, Miyamoto Musashi spoke. The expression of "I know everything" on her face made Duanmu Ye, who was thinking constantly, smile with relief and shook his head.

"I can't hide this from you."

Duanmu Ye gave up the idea of ​​using other powers. After all, those powers were not his own. Whether it was Van Gogh's or Yang Yuhuan's, their spirit clothes were external objects attached to them by the power given by Nyar Latotep. After going through so much, he finally had some power of his own that he could use...

Just as Yang Yuhuan and Van Gogh were eagerly guessing whose power Duanmu Ye would use, a scene that surprised them both appeared in their eyes.

A sword shining with silver light appeared in Duanmu Ye's hand. It was a sword, a sword that Van Gogh was extremely familiar with. It was precisely because she was so familiar with it that she opened her mouth wide, somewhat unable to believe her eyes.

"He, he, he...how does he use this!"

Whether it is the power of the Nobleman of Wind or the power of the Demon God of Flowers, they are both the power that Van Gogh uses to observe future possibilities. It can be said that as long as Duanmu Ye uses that power, she can easily draw the picture of the final victory and confirm it to the present.

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan was somewhat dissatisfied. She had learned from Van Gogh that the source of Duanmu Ye's power actually came from the person he had signed a contract with. Van Gogh had not been a Servant for a long time, and now the person he had signed a contract with was her.

Why not use her powers?

One is using Van Gogh's power, why can't he use hers?

Yang Yuhuan wanted to say that she also wanted to do her part for Duanmu Ye, but from beginning to end, it seemed as if Van Gogh was the heroine of this story, and she was just a latecomer, a dispensable passerby character...

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan only felt a little moist in her eyes. She couldn't understand why she became like this. She was obviously here to find the reincarnation of the emperor, so why was she so concerned about a man?

Could it be that...she betrayed the Emperor?

This behavior, which required her to be given white silk and poisoned wine in her memory, caused her spirit to show signs of collapse. The contradiction in her heart that could not be easily resolved made her constantly recall the extraordinary behavior she had done since she came here.

Perhaps, she really betrayed the Emperor...

Yang Yuhuan looked gloomy when she thought of this. Van Gogh, who was busy pursuing inspiration, did not notice the changes in Yang Yuhuan beside him. He didn't even notice her action of standing up and leaving the place.

However, just as Yang Yuhuan stood up and took the first step in the opposite direction, a burst of passionate gongs and drums suddenly exploded from behind her, and spread throughout the imperial capital with the wind.

Then, a burst of music came from nowhere, gradually coming in, from low to high, gentle and melodious, as if bringing infinite expectations and yearnings.

"The Li Palace is high up in the blue sky."

"Sing a song, the sound of the moon palace, the sound of the rainbow dress fairy,"

"Dance, feathered clothes turn to snow, red sleeves turn to clouds."

Suddenly, Yang Yuhuan turned her head and looked at the battlefield which had moved away from her at some point. There, a man in a gorgeous yellow robe and holding a three-foot sword stood in place, his skirt and clothes swaying in the wind. The sound did not come from his mouth, but from the sky and from all directions, as if some invisible person was singing loudly along with the music.

This is a song and also an opera, a combination of the two. It is a work that she used to hear often when she listened to music with the emperor in the Pear Garden in the palace. It was the emperor's favorite style.

Gradually, gradually, she stopped where she was. Looking back in astonishment, Yang Yuhuan seemed a little dazed. She seemed to see the shadow she had been pursuing in that figure. She seemed to see some memories of the past that she had long forgotten...

"Where did the background music come from? What is this? Is it a pirated dragon robe?"

Duanmu Ye was stunned. He had no idea what was happening to him. Even the sword in his hand, the "Indestructible Lake Light" that had been blessed by Van Gogh's power and used as the capital for his duel with Miyamoto Musashi, turned into a long sword of unknown meaning at this moment.

Although the inscriptions on the sword seemed to have extraordinary significance, Duanmu Ye recognized the Big Dipper at a glance...

Longquan Sword? Real or fake?

Duanmu Ye blinked and looked at all the equipment on his body like a countryman entering the city, completely forgetting that in front of him stood Miyamoto Musashi, ready to go.

"..."

"No, don't worry, I'm thinking!"

Faced with the slight resentment coming from Miyamoto Musashi, Duanmu Ye immediately spoke up to interrupt her gaze.

At this moment, Duanmu Ye always had a sense of déjà vu, but for a moment, he forgot when he had experienced such a thing.

It should have happened not long ago, why did he forget it?

Duanmu Ye pondered for a while, but finally decided to give up thinking. He raised his hand in the direction of Miyamoto Musashi, signaling her to come over.

This almost provocative behavior made Miyamoto Musashi cross the deep pit that separated the two people in the first time, and he arrived in front of Duanmu Ye in just a moment.

It's like lotus flowers swaying in the wind and willow branches swaying.

Floating, floating, wanting to go but turning back.

Hearing the long singing voice in the air, Duanmu Ye felt that there was an extra memory in his head and some extra skills in his body. He turned his waist to the side like a woman, and dodged the two swords that were almost certain to hit him.

There seemed to be some difference in the flickering eyes of heaven, but immediately afterwards, Miyamoto Musashi's attack came again after landing on his feet.

For Duanmu Ye, perhaps she would definitely be hit by such a renewed attack before, but at this moment, Duanmu Ye simply retreated, tiptoed, and floated towards the sky behind her like a willow leaf. Then, after Miyamoto Musashi's forward momentum disappeared, she stopped within seven steps in front of her.

The jade pipes and ice strings are loud and clear,

Ask the world, how many times can we hear it?

Another melody was heard, and the sound dimmed and died away along with the melody in the air, as if it was the end of a chapter. The power attached to Duanmu Ye and controlling him also disappeared at this moment.

Miyamoto Musashi, who had never heard these sounds, was puzzled. She could sense that something was wrong, but she couldn't figure out what was wrong for a while.

Therefore, she once again swung the double swords in her hands while preparing for the "fifth style", but on the basis of the double sword style, she also incorporated the "Swallow Return" that she had learned from Sasaki Kojiro.

Since the frontal attack cannot pose a threat, try to use fake moves, real and fake, so that he cannot distinguish clearly which attack can be considered real.

The existence of the sword-drawing slash is only applicable to one sword, but at this moment, Miyamoto Musashi displayed the sword-drawing slash with two swords.

Duanmu Ye, who caught this at the first moment, felt a chill on his back, but when he blinked and looked again, he realized that the attack in front of him was not coming from the front, but from both sides and from above and below.

Swallow returns?!

It is not an ordinary Swallow Return. The ability displayed by the dual-sword style is more comprehensive. There is no retreat except to the rear. Even in the frontal resistance, it is necessary to deal with hundreds of knife marks that cannot be distinguished as real or fake at the same time.

However, just as Duanmu Ye raised the three-foot sword in his hand and wanted to break through from the front, the song that had been silent for a long time came from all around again, but it was more passionate and enthusiastic than before!

The wind makes a sound when it blows through the leaves of the sycamore trees, and the autumn light of the Milky Way is clear.

There is a wonderful gathering in the sky every year, which makes the two stars envious!

In an instant, the long sword in his hand burst into a dazzling light, and countless illusory spider-web-like traces flickered back and forth in the light, but Duanmu Ye seemed to have seen through everything and easily resolved them one by one.

After being repelled by the light, Miyamoto Musashi had an obvious blood mark on her face. Her fighting spirit did not wane at all, on the contrary she was extremely excited.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

Duanmu Ye was silent for a while. If he had some doubts about the first paragraph, then he could confirm it at the moment of the second paragraph.

He looked at Yang Yuhuan who was also looking at him in the distance. Their eyes met completely at this moment. He could easily see his figure in her eyes.

"I think...it should be called 'Song of Everlasting Regret'?"

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Emperor Xuanzong of Tang said: "The Prince of Western Qin was Emperor Xuanzong Li Longji himself." Because he loved opera, he established a Pear Garden in the palace to train actors and actresses, making significant contributions to opera. During the An-Shi Rebellion, Emperor Xuanzong took refuge in Qin and Shu, hence the name "Prince of Western Qin."

I happened to come across the deified version of Li Longji, and felt that it was more interesting to write about than Li Longji himself, so I used it to write my own work. I guess it can be considered a source of inspiration.

Pipa, Flame, Sun: Chapter 45: Perhaps this is a farewell to one's past...

"Song of Everlasting Sorrow..."

For some reason, when Yang Yuhuan heard this answer, a hint of loneliness appeared in her eyes, and even the excitement and excitement she had felt after seeing some things also became a little depressed.

He is not him after all...

She should have understood long ago that the "reincarnation" she was looking for could always be found here, and even the past that was voluntarily given up by the emperor, what she expected was just to renew their past relationship, just her wishful thinking to renew their past relationship.

The emperor didn't want to see her. The memory of being pushed out by the crowd and becoming a sacrifice together with her uncle to appease his anger still surfaced in her mind, as if trying to prove to her that the true emperor she was pursuing was not the emperor who gave up on her.

However, at this moment, the figure that caught my eye was so consistent with my fantasy. It was him, yet not him...

The wavering heart is like the melody that kept coming from the void just now. It is obviously extremely melodious and high-pitched, but it can hardly conceal the coldness and resentment in it.

At this moment, Yang Yuhuan probably understood why the former Muye did not allow her to use the pipa to play the "Song of Everlasting Sorrow" which she had never seen or heard before, but she felt like she could play the whole song.

Looking forward again, Yang Yuhuan's eyes showed a hint of relief. The hatred that had been accumulated in her heart for who knows how long began to fade away at the moment when the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

Her wavering heart seemed to have made a choice. She did not choose to leave alone, but returned to Van Gogh, who was staring at the drawing board with a sad face, and interrupted her painting time when she had not made any progress.

"Van Gogh, how did you stay here?"

The interruption of her thoughts did not make Van Gogh angry. After all, she was not the kind of artist who would blacklist others if she was disturbed.

Of course, at this moment, Van Gogh, as if waking up from a nightmare, cast a grateful look at Yang Yuhuan who interrupted his thoughts. Just now, she once again met with a certain god, a god who could be said to be always with her.

From him, she gained new painting inspiration and was able to paint subjects that were not within the scope of Vincent Van Gogh's life experience. This meant that she broke through the limitations of her magic base and thought base, allowing her to present their content on her canvas even when faced with characters with god-level reactions or even thought bases beyond the scope of her magic base.

However, despite meeting the Wind Prince, who was arguably more approachable and gentle than the Water Priest who constantly whispered in her mind, and the Flower Demon who often made her feel drowsy...

But how to get out of that state left Van Gogh, who was deeply trapped and unable to extricate himself, completely helpless...

Fortunately, at this moment, Yang Yuhuan's voice from the outside world interrupted her, allowing her to return to the familiar surface from the void of stars, and the feeling of helplessness and powerlessness disappeared at this moment.

However, when asked "How did you stay here?", Van Gogh, who was about to answer Yang Yuhuan's question enthusiastically, was a little confused for a moment.

"Even if you ask me how I stayed..."

Van Gogh was unable to explain this problem to Yang Yuhuan. After all, even she herself clearly felt the death and experienced the entire process of the gradual disappearance of her soul and even concepts. It would not be an exaggeration to say that she completely decomposed and disappeared at that time.

She did not make a wish to the Holy Grail to live, although it could not be ruled out that it was Duanmu Ye's wish, but after returning, Van Gogh knew clearly that the Holy Grail at that time was not enough to allow him, a "prop" put together by the Outer Gods, to walk on the ground as an ordinary Servant, or even an ordinary person.

There must be some unknown secret behind the reason for his return, perhaps from Duanmu Ye, or perhaps from the gods who created him...

In short, this indescribable answer made Van Gogh fall into panic and unable to answer at the moment, but in her constantly shaking vision, she saw Yang Yuhuan's eyes that did not waver at all because of her panic.

This was the first time she saw Yang Yuhuan look so determined. Even when she made the decision to go back and help Duanmu Ye, it was only because she was worried about losing money if she escaped alone.

At this moment, Van Gogh could see many kinds of emotions in Yang Yuhuan's eyes, including sadness, resentment, expectation, and seriousness. The only thing missing was the struggle and indecision that often appeared in her eyes at that time.

Such a look made her seem a little puzzled. Van Gogh, whose heart suddenly calmed down, finally integrated all the possibilities he knew into only one.

"That is...if you really want to stay, God will grant your wish!"

What Van Gogh cannot deny is that she wanted to pursue death because she believed that if she existed, she would definitely cause some uncontrollable disaster at some point. She could not be sure and could not guess. This very strong intuition prompted her to want to end it all through death like "Vincent Van Gogh".

Even though she did finally touch "death" in the way she most expected, the result was like she had just fallen asleep. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in front of that familiar door.

Therefore, Van Gogh had no way of explaining what happened. The only thing he could explain was that Yang Yuhuan was determined to be stronger, just as she was actually pursuing death but was extremely eager to live...

There were some tears in Van Gogh's eyes. A friend with common topics was simply a dream lover for Van Gogh. Duanmu Ye was busy writing something all day long. Only Yang Yuhuan could fulfill the part of her wish!

But soon, he turned his attention to Duanmu Ye who was communicating with Miyamoto Musashi in the distance. Although Van Gogh was not very familiar with the ancient costumes of Oriental people, such an opera-style outfit was obviously not a very orthodox one.

Compared to the "Apollo" she painted at that time, which featured Duanmu Ye as the main character, it was not a spiritual garment whose identity could be clearly identified. This result was created based on strong mental fantasy. Even Van Gogh could not tell whether it was the world's protection of Duanmu Ye, or the power left in Duanmu Ye by Nia Latotep.

But it is undeniable that perhaps it was precisely because she left the painting there that Duanmu Ye underwent some changes at that moment, which allowed herself, who should have disappeared without a trace along with her body being shattered and even the concept of existence being dissipated, to reappear.

"Anyway... something similar happened to me, so for me, maybe if Lady Yang Guifei can remain firm in her thoughts, she can stay here!"

"Are you determined in your decision..."

Yang Yuhuan blinked and looked in the direction of Duanmu Ye again. Perhaps only she herself could understand what she was thinking at this moment.

She had a feeling, an innate intuition, just like when she was adopted by her uncle, she could sense that her uncle was offering her to someone higher up in exchange for a higher career. She had a suspicion in her heart...

"Van Gogh... Tell me, what we're going through is like saying goodbye to our past selves?"

Yang Yuhuan's words suddenly enlightened Van Gogh, as if he had seen the blue sky after parting the clouds. She had never thought about it in this way before. She just thought that Nia Latotep was playing a joke on her and others, saying goodbye to the past...

She was nothing more than a false Heroic Spirit created by fusing many Heroic Spirits. Her memories, skills, and even her past were all borrowed...

Perhaps it is because of this that I have guessed the wrong direction again and again. It seems more likely that I am saying goodbye to the past.

Van Gogh did not answer, but just nodded slightly. There were too many things in her head, and thinking about this problem at this moment was somewhat overloaded for her brain.

Yang Yuhuan, who was recognized by Van Gogh, chuckled, and her originally complicated thoughts gradually became clear at this moment.

She wants to stay here...

Reincarnation is no longer necessary. In this life, she just wants to live as an ordinary girl. She doesn't want to have any contact with concubines or stepmothers.