[Comprehensive] My father's name is Sanriyue

On the barren hills ten miles away from Heian-kyo, the vegetation is sparse and there are few people.

There is a shrine dedicated to Inari Myojin on this mountain. At the beginning, the shrine was full of incense, and there was an endless stream of people who came to worship, and the barren mountain was not a barren mountain.

It's just that time has passed, and people's hearts have faded. There are no famous stories and miracles. This shrine gradually became deserted, and the maidens serving in the shrine also left one by one, and the shrine was completely deserted.

Afterwards, the mountain gradually became barren, and it was difficult to see a little green even in spring. The monsters seized the mountain.

However, although the shrine was deserted, the monsters didn't have the guts to even tear down the shrine, at most they ignored it.

Cracks can be seen everywhere on the red torii, but it still hasn't collapsed.Because there is no vegetation, there are no weeds in the shrine, but traces of wind and sun can be seen everywhere, some buildings have collapsed, and the ground is also potholed.

The white-haired and yellow-clothed Fu Sangshen lifted up the fallen fox sculpture, and gently patted the mud on it, and his hands were also stained with mud.

The dense fog in the morning hadn't dissipated yet, and the sun's rays weren't warm enough, so Xiaohuwan pursed her lips and carefully cleaned the stone carvings.

"A member of the fox." Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

Xiaohuwan didn't look back: "I am not worthy of this title now."

"Really?" There were rustling footsteps approaching him.

"It's better not to come close to me." Xiaohumaru warned the other party like this, but the other party didn't care.

"Xiaohu thinks, you look very familiar."

Xiaohuwan finally cleaned up the fox stone carving. He twirled his fingers to remove the mud between his fingers, and turned around.

Standing opposite him was a very familiar person, with yellow clothes and white hair, with strange protrusions at the ends of the hair like ears.

That is Fu Sangshen who is exactly the same as him, no, you can't compare with him, comparing him is to tarnish the other party.

It was the legendary blade jointly forged by Sanjo Sokami and Inari Myokami in this era, the only Fusangshin belonging to Kokomaru's sword.

"It looks more familiar this way." The other party smiled, very friendly, and did not show any surprise at all.

Kohomaru was silent for a moment, then said: "My name is Kokomaru, a sword made by Sanjo Munekin, a swordsmith in the Heian period. It is said that the sword was made with the help of Inari Myojin, and it appeared in the Noh "Kokaiji". Name It’s a little fox, but it’s not small at all.”

"Nah, I'm also called Xiaohuwan." The two decorative ears on the other party's hair actually moved, and a white thing swept behind him.

"However, why don't you have ears and a tail?" Fu Sangshen, who has fox ears and tails, asked him curiously. Xiaohuwan paused, and asked after deliberation: "Should there be?"

"Of course I have! The little fox was forged with the help of Inari Myojin, and it is a member of Inari Myojin, so naturally it must have the characteristics of a fox." Fu Sangshen laughed heartily, "The little fox is a sword. There is no way to express it, but it will be manifested after taking shape!"

"The tail of the little fox was created by referring to many foxes! The fur is very good! It was also praised by Inari Myojin!" He even swung the tail that was dragging behind him to the front with great pride. The long tail The snow-white hair looks extremely smooth, and it probably feels better to the touch.

"..." Xiaohuwan fell silent, he didn't know what to say.

Fu Sangshen, who had extra ears and tails, took a step forward, but scared him back. Fu Sangshen moved his ears and said strangely, "Are you afraid of me? Why are you afraid? I won't hurt you."

"No, I'm afraid I'll hurt you." Xiaohuwan shook his head and waved his hands.

"So that's the case, don't worry!" Fu Sangshen flicked his tail behind his back boldly: "As a member of the fox, I believe you won't hurt me!"

That's fine.Xiaohuwan sighed secretly.

After ordering the boy to send a letter to He Mao Baoxian, He Mao Baoxian sent someone to take away Sakura's body.

Abe Seimei stood at the door for a while, and Ling Xiao came out from behind the door.

"Why did you come out?" Abe Seimei noticed it and looked sideways at him.

"Is Qingming sad?" Ling Xiao asked directly.

"Sad?" Abe Seimei chuckled, "Maybe a little."

"Ok?"

"Sometimes, people are such fragile creatures, but sometimes, people are also the scariest creatures." Abe Seimei sighed, turned around and took Ling Xiao home.

The door closed behind the two of them, and the boy flapped his wings and disappeared after closing the door.

The backs of the two of them together looked very harmonious. In the corridor, Abe Seimei leaned into Ling Xiao's ear and said something, which caused Ling Xiao's clear laughter without any haze.

Abe Seimei, who hadn't rested all night, was pushed back into the bedroom by Ling Xiao, took off his hat and safari clothes, Abe Seimei covered the quilt with a helpless face, closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them again.

Ling Xiao, who was guarding him beside him, wondered, "What's wrong?"

"You're staring at me, I can't sleep."

"Oh, then I'll go out now, you have a good rest." Said that Ling Xiao was about to get up, Abe Qingming quickly pulled him back.

Under Ling Xiao's suspicious gaze, Abe Qingming said, "You can sleep with me."

"Uh," Ling Xiao was a little embarrassed, and Abe Seimei looked sad when he saw this: "Do you not like being with me?"

"No, it's not!" Ling Xiao quickly denied it. After a while, his cheeks were flushed, and he said with extreme embarrassment: "I don't sleep well, and if I sleep with someone, I'm afraid I'll push you off .”

"Hahaha..." Abe Qingming smiled, and he pulled Ling Xiao to his side: "I'm not afraid that you will kick me off the bed, even if I get kicked off, I won't blame you, let's go together, huh?"

Ling Xiao was careless and almost fell on Abe Seimei. He quickly supported his body with his elbows, and shook his head hastily: "You have been busy all night, you must have a good rest, I can't disturb you!"

"It's okay, trust me, I'll rest better when you're by my side." As he spoke, Abe Seimei stretched out his hand, called out the pillow from the closet, and placed it next to his pillow, and then he pressed Ling Xiao, undoubtedly Press Ling Xiao onto the pillow, and give Ling Xiao half of the quilt to cover him.

During Abe Seimei's movements, Ling Xiao tried to struggle but didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of hurting the fragile Onmyoji in his impression.After all, in Ling Xiao's view, the onmyojis here are different from those who cultivate the truth. It is true that they are proficient in magic, but their bodies are extremely fragile, and they will suffer from birth, old age, sickness and death just like ordinary people.

Therefore, Ling Xiao's slight resistance was easily resolved by Abe Seimei. In the end, Ling Xiao lay beside Abe Seimei, closed his eyes helplessly, and did not intend to fall asleep, so he guarded him in this posture.

Abe Seimei lowered the curtains of the window, and used magic to dim the light in the room. After doing all this, he lay down again.

After the rustling movement disappeared, Ling Xiao opened his eyes, only to find Abe Seimei lying on his side, his light blue pupils were like the clear sky, watching him quietly.

"Qingming!" Ling Xiao whispered, and the onmyoji smiled, "I'm going to sleep now." He closed his eyes.

Ling Xiao stared at it for a while, in case Abe Seimei didn't sleep.

The light in the room was very dark, and the two of them lay down very neatly, and no one touched anyone.

Staring and staring, Ling Xiao suddenly felt drowsy. He managed to pull himself together, but became more and more dazed. In a daze, he saw the familiar white mist.

This is Qingming's home, it's very safe, my...consciousness was interrupted, and he fell into a deep sleep.

In the room, you can hear the quiet needle dropping, and the interlacing of two shallow breathing sounds, which is very warm.

The onmyoji, who was only in pajamas, lifted the quilt lightly and sat up.

He was so defenseless against Abe Seimei that he didn't even notice that he had cast a sleeping spell on him. Ling Xiao's sleeping face was peaceful, and his handsome face restrained the awe-inspiring meaning when he was awake, and became soft and well-behaved.

Because of the movement before falling asleep, the bangs on his forehead brushed his face, and the onmyoji stretched out his hand to help him brush it away.

The Onmyoji's fingers still lingered on his face, and the master deliberately relaxed the movements of his fingers, depicting his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips little by little.

Abe Seimei's eyes dimmed, and the finger resting on Ling Xiao's lips lost control and pressed down.

After Abe Seimei came back to his senses, he quickly raised his finger, but began to rub it against his lips.

Ling Xiao, who was asleep, didn't notice all of this, and his soft and peaceful sleeping face looked as if it didn't matter what others did to him, as if Abe Seimei could do whatever he wanted.

Thinking of this, Abe Qingming bent down, put his hands on Ling Xiao's sides, lowered his head, touched his lips, and kissed him.

The white hair hangs down and intersects with the black hair. The interlacing of black and white is so vivid, but because of the onmyoji's movements at this time, it looks lingering and lingering, which makes people daydream.

Abe Seimei didn't go too presumptuous, he just bit and kissed Ling Xiao's lips, until he kissed those light lips until they were extremely red, before panting and raised his head.

At first glance, the red on the contrary added a bit of color to Ling Xiao's always handsome and clear face, making it even more attractive.

no!Abe Seimei stopped his impulse, lay his upper body on Ling Xiao, buried his head in Ling Xiao's neck, and took a deep breath.

After a long time, Abe Seimei straightened up and sat up.

He supported his forehead, his breathing had returned to calm, and then he lay down slowly.

Ling Xiao was still sleeping peacefully, Abe Seimei turned sideways, pulled Ling Xiao's hand by his side, covered his own hand, intertwined his fingers, and closed his eyes.