Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

　　 A black car blocked the gate of Jingtianliu Dojo.

　　 In a prosperous place like Chiyo-ku, Tokyo, there should have been police to ease the traffic long ago.

　　 The head of the Metropolitan Police Department who is not enough to receive the phone call in person. Today, the traffic on this street will be blocked because there is an important person who wants to travel.

　　 Ordinary people see this row of billions of luxury cars, they have already dispersed.

　　 But as people who eat melons, they are curious about what happened in the Jingtianliu Dojo.

　　 Although it is considered a three-liu dojo in the Onmyoji, as an extraordinary force, Sedum is also a small landlord in Chiyo District.

　　 Li Fu got out of the car first, and opened the door to Yiqi Kazuto in the back seat like a dog.

　　 "My lord, please."

　　 There was no arrogance on his divergent and immature face at this time, he nodded plainly, as if everything were taken for granted.

　　 When the dojo was blocked, Sedum Yixin, the chief seat of Sedum Sedum, was already waiting at the door.

　　 The opponent is so aggressive, I am afraid that the person who came is not good.

　　 Seeing the teacher who hadn't even looked at him before, Iki Kazuto smiled kindly, "Teacher, you came out to meet him in person, it really makes me feel ashamed."

　　 "Heren, what do you mean?" Jingtian held back his anger with all his heart.

　　 Although the Yiqi family is his favorite money bag, if Kazuto Yiqi does not give an explanation today, he will let the Yiqi family know what it means to be Extraordinary Wealth.

　　 "Teacher, let's talk in the dojo, it's shameful to solve it at the door."

　　 Yiqi Kazuto still smiled like a spring breeze.

　　 Seeing the melon-eating people around him, Jing Tian nodded intently.

　　 In the empty dojo hall, pure wooden pillars support the seven-meter-high space, and the floor that can be seen by people is light, and disciples have to repeatedly scrub every day.

　　Iki Kazuto used to be a coolie doing this kind of work.

　　 Jingtian sat in the seat of the main seat with a single heart, and behind him was a picture of Sakyamuni Descending the Devil.

　　 Japanese onmyojis are actually also called alchemists. They integrate the onmyoji and Taoism from the East, the Buddhist mantras, plus the native witchcraft and the methods of the imperial ghosts and gods.

　　 is called a group of extraordinary people who are proficient in astronomy, geography, physiognomy, witchcraft, exorcism, and sacrifice...

　　 But the so-called proficiency is nothing more than they put gold on their faces.

　　 From the introduction above, you can see how amateurish they are.

　　 Except for a few masters of onmyoji such as Abe Haruaki, the status of onmyoji in neon is not high, but equivalent to the inferior class of the gods of the east.

　　Because the samurai, monk, and priest who are also transcendents do not need to have a group of people to share their interests.

　　 The real prosperity of Onmyoji was only a short one hundred years in the Heian era, or the time when Abe Haruaki and Ashiya Michi had two people, that onmyoji, a third-rate transcendent profession, shined brightly.

　　 Even rulers need to set up yin and yang rooms to worship the onmyojis.

　　 However, with the death of two amazing masters, under the fierce counterattack of the samurai, monk, and priest, onmyoji quickly declined and turned from orthodox to rural legend.

　　 If the people of the neon country really have problems like gods and monsters, the first reaction is the priest, the second reaction is the monk, and the third reaction is the onmyoji.

　　 So this is a glamorous profession in the legend, but in fact it is hard to say.

　　 It's like seeing the senior brothers and sisters holding offers with an annual salary of over 10,000 before you choose your major, but when you graduate, you find that the market is saturated and even hard work earns more than you.

　　 Otherwise, Sedum would not recruit Yiqi and people with no talent, and he would not look at his father's six private hospitals.

　　 The real big temples and big shrines, which is not rich and rich, with thousands of acres of fertile land, do you still need to go out to recruit disciples?

　　 But as an inheritor of the dojo, Sedum Yixin still has an aura of no anger and prestige.

　　 "Heren, you need to give me an explanation." His eyes were half-opened and half-closed, revealing a murderous intent.

　　 did not wait for someone to speak, a row of burly men in black clothes and sunglasses behind him opened a suitcase in his hand and spread a bundle of ten thousand yuan bills all over the floor.

　　 Light yellow, the elegant dojo suddenly became a sea of ​​money, and the rancid smell of the dark green money was like a group of barbarians, disturbing the pure sandalwood aroma.

　　 But everyone is indulged in the scent of ink. Neon’s unique banknote ink is said to have extremely high printing costs, and there is no value in making counterfeit banknotes.

　　Because they don’t have to worry about counterfeit banknotes, neon people generally stock up large amounts of cash at home. Depositing them in banks has negative interest rates.

　　The disciples of the dojo secretly swallowed, this is the reward for how many commissioned tasks they have to do.

　　 Jingtian suddenly showed a kind smile, "Heren, although you care about the development of the dojo, you don't have to be so direct. You know the account of the dojo, you can just put the money in the account."

　　 After speaking, he wanted to ask two disciples to gather the money on the ground.

　　 Iki Kazuto nodded, "The money is indeed used for the development of the dojo, and the rest is also for the living allowances of the brothers and sisters, but before that, I want to ask the teacher to give me all the dojo."

　　 Ichiki Kazuto bowed sincerely, sitting cross-legged.

　　 This is the etiquette culture of neon. Although they want to draw the sword at you next step, but before that, they politely even admire real knights.

　　 The most famous Iaizan is a sword-drawing technique developed to deal with this situation.

　　 Jingtian's smile solidified, "What do you mean?"

　　 Iki Kazuto raised his head and smiled kindly, "I just want to ask the teacher to cleanse you out. After all, with your low talents, it is really difficult to lead the Sedum flow."

　　 "Hahaha." Jingtian smiled wildly, "Heren, although you have ambitions, do you know the most important thing about an onmyoji?"

　　 Following his cold words, the evil spirit suppressed by the palm of the Buddha grinned in the picture of Sakyamuni Demon behind and walked out of the picture.

　　 It is entangled with muscles, like a python, up to four meters tall, with a string of human skulls on its neck, and purple ghosts on its indigo skin.

　　 Cracks appeared on the thick floor under its barefoot trampling.

　　 "Yixin, is it time to eat blood again?"

　　 Jingtian smiled at the frowning Iki Kazuto~www.NovelMTL.com~ I didn't expect it, this is life. "

　　 Iki Kazuto said to the servants who followed, "The floor will be replaced later. I don't want to see any incompleteness. My God will stay here for one night today."

　　 The servants in black clothes are all well-trained dead waiters of the chaebol. They are the kind of cruel people who sleep in the dead and eat raw beef the next day.

　　 Even as mortals, facing evil spirits, they will not be afraid of the slightest, but will rush to bite off a piece of flesh before death.

　　 "Yes, my lord."

　　 After finishing the order, Yiqi and Talent smiled and said to Sedum with one heart, "It's the shikigami offered by the Sedum family, right."

　　 Jingtian Yixin has realized that it is wrong, and he solemnly said, "It is the ghost and **** that Jingtianliu is proud of, Osumi Demon, who has the power to pull the mountain, you still have time to leave now."

　　 "Leave?" Yiqi Kazuto took out a golden card from his arms.

　　 The next moment, before everyone could react, the black and white double knives chopped the so-called Sumeru and Sedum into pieces of flesh and limbs.

　　 The scarlet blood of the human being mixed with the blood of the black demon, stained the paper money all over the floor.

　　 Iki Kazuto said with a smile, "My God taught me that if I want to surpass the teacher, the easiest way is to kill him."

　　 "So, teacher, please rest assured that Sedum Sedum will flourish in my hands."

He bowed to the minced meat, then raised his head, his gaze squinted like a sharp blade across everyone's face, until no one dared to look at him, he said loudly, "I am going to lead myself. Who approves of the post of Sedum Sedum? Who opposes?"