[Comprehensive] Seimei Abe is also in the Shura field today

A grand banquet was held in the courtyard for another gathering of shikigami. In order to allow all shikigami and ghosts and ghosts living in the courtyard to participate in this banquet, flower and bird scrolls, dog gods, and scorpion birds are all held together. God started preparing for this before the sun even set.

Since it was a rare grand banquet, Seimei naturally let them go, and even thoughtfully expanded the hall with yin and yang techniques. Considering some shikigami and spirit monsters who cannot do without water, Qingming also connected the lake water to the hall, Make it easier for them to move.

While the courtyard was bustling with spirits and monsters coming and going, Qingming saw the eight hundred bhikkhunis sitting on the corridor, looking at the sky from a distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qingming stopped in her tracks, and sat down beside the eight hundred bhikkuni: "You don't mind if I sit here?"

Eight hundred bhikkhunis came back to their senses, seeing that it was Qingming, covered their lips with their sleeves and smiled softly: "This is Lord Qingming's courtyard, I'm just here as a guest, so please do as you please."

"You are also my friend." Qingming replied, he raised his wrist and patted it, and several small paper figurine shikigami suddenly appeared from the corner, carrying a wooden tray with teapots, cups and snacks.

"Isn't this the refreshment prepared by the flower and bird rolls and Inugami? When they passed by just now, I heard that they were going to serve it to you in the evening." The eight hundred bhikkhuni opened his mouth slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Since it's all for me, it doesn't matter if it's a little earlier, right?" Qingming smiled, took the wooden tray from the paper figurine, and poured a cup of hot tea for Bhikkhuni.

"That's right, I think they won't care about it." Babaichuni nodded in agreement, stretched out her hand and picked up a petal-shaped dessert on the wooden plate.

"Is this made of flower and bird rolls?" The eight hundred bhikuni who had lived in Qingming's courtyard for so long had just put the dessert into his mouth and tasted it.

In fact, the ones who are best at cooking in the courtyard are Guhuo and Inugami. Other than that, other Shikigami are more or less good at it.

For example, Yizu Zhentian is very good at cutting sashimi, each piece can be cut thin and thin, and the golden feathers on his body are still shining brightly when he moves.The boys and girls are good at holding sushi, and even the indifferent Wannianzhu and the proud Yaoqin master can make a dish or two.

——They know what Seimei likes to eat.

However, Shikigami who are naturally afraid of fire like Hanabomaki are willing to endure their instinctive fear of fire to cook for Seimei, hoping that Seimei can eat happily, which surprised Yaoyao Bikuni a little.

——After all, not all monsters who have become onmyoji shikigami will do this kind of fireworks for the onmyoji.

It is indeed Abe Seimei who can make the ghost in the painting wash his hands and make soup for him.Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni sighed in his heart, and then swallowed the dessert.

"Yes, this is made of flower and bird rolls." Qingming also ate it. He licked the powdered sugar stained on his fingers, and then said, "It should be learned from Wainu theology, right? It's thanks to her."

"Because I want to make the most delicious dessert for you, Master Seimei—I heard Hanabojuan say so." Yao Bikuni shifted his gaze to the bitten dessert in his hand, and the pink petals were missing. One piece, revealing the black filling inside.

Eight hundred bhikkhuni's finger pressed lightly, and the stuffing gushed out from the gap and stained her fingertips.

Seeing this, Qingming took out a piece of white silk from his sleeve and handed it to Babaichuni: "Use this to wipe it off."

"Master Qingming, have you found all those shikigami?" Eight hundred bhikkhuni took the white silk, wiped her fingers, and put the bitten flower petal cake on the wooden plate aside as if nothing had happened. , There will probably never be a moment when it is eaten up.

"I found it, and there is a demon sword girl who will come back tonight. When she comes back, I will introduce it to you together." Qingming thought for a while and replied.

"That's right... that's good." Eight hundred Bhikuni smiled slightly. Under the gradually setting sun, half of her face was covered with a layer of gentle orange light, making her look gentle and calm.

"Lord Seimei's courtyard is really lively...whether it's the shikigami or the spirits living here, they all really love you, Mr. Qingming." Eight hundred bhikuni said softly, making Qingming pick up the teacup paused.

"Aren't you a member of this courtyard now? You also have a part in this excitement." Qingming said.

"Haha... yes, it would be even better if Master Qingming is willing to kill me." Eight Hundred Bikuni's eyes were crescent-shaped, and a beautiful arc was drawn on her ruddy lips.

"You are my cherished friend, I would not do this." Qingming said softly, turning his gaze to the light green tea liquid in his cup.

"Master Seimei, you are so stubborn that I really like and hate it." After saying this, the immortal priestess stood up gracefully.

Eight hundred bhikkhunis looked at the almost blood-colored setting sun in the distance, with an inexplicable smile on the corners of their mouths, and those beautiful eyes stared at Seimei: "I don't want to monopolize you, otherwise Master Seimei's shikigami will curse me in the middle of the night—but If this can make me die, I'm looking forward to it."

Qingming, who was teased like this, smiled helplessly: "Stop ridiculing me... Have you noticed something wrong with me?"

"Because it's quite obvious, whether it's the changes in your spiritual power or the changes in the shikigami around you." Eight hundred bhikuni smiled slightly: "Have you solved this little trouble? As expected of Master Seimei Woolen cloth."

Seimei naturally knew what Bhikkuni Eight Hundred was talking about.

"Well, after going out for a while, those chaotic and overflowing spiritual powers have been sorted out." Qingming replied, and he also stood up, waiting for the little paper people to put the snacks and tea back on the wooden tray, and put them on the wooden tray again. Its end is gone.

"However, Master Seimei, I don't think your shikigami are restless because of this—" Yabaicuni swallowed the second half of the sentence when she saw Seimei's peaceful gaze.

There is no need for Babaichuni to say more, Seimei probably already has his own ideas.

Eight hundred bhikkuni chuckled, and walked along the corridor to the hall first.

"Master Seimei, I think we should go to the hall quickly, your shikigami are probably already waiting very anxiously."

Seimei watched the figure of the eight hundred bhikkhuni disappear around the corner, and sighed softly.

When Seimei said the phrase "You are my cherished friend" to Babaichuni, Seimei keenly noticed that the priestess sitting next to him was angry, but Seimei didn't understand why she was angry.

Recalling how Xiaobai complained to himself, "Lord Qingming is really too slow sometimes!", Qingming couldn't help thinking, could he be really slow?

But his thoughts were quickly interrupted by the little deer boy who appeared: "Master Seimei! So you are here. The other shikigami have gathered in the hall. Will Master Seimei go with me?"

Xiaoluman's appearance now is completely different from when Qingming first met him. It seems that after the awakening of the hidden demon power, his short red hair turned silvery white, and it grew all the way to Xiaoluman's waist.

The change in hair color and length made the little deer man seem like a different person, causing some shikigami in the courtyard to look sideways, and even wondered in his heart, is the little deer man trying to use a beauty trick on Seimei?Just in case, he deliberately used some means to separate the little deer man and Qingming, so that the little deer man would never have the chance to be alone with Master Qingming again.

The little deer man didn't care about the change in his appearance, but the little deer man accepted this change well.Because this change not only means that his own strength has become stronger, but also his hair color is the closest to the silver-white color of Master Seimei, Xiaolu Man is very satisfied.

Today it was rare to meet Master Qingming who was alone, and the little deer boy would naturally not let this opportunity pass.

The deer man naturally didn't care about whether those shikigami who dressed up and ran to the hall early to wait in the hall in order to give Seimei a good impression would grit their teeth with hatred for him.

Now he is looking at Lord Qingming with full expectation, his ears are moving nervously, a little worried and a little hopeful.

The worry is that Master Qingming will reject his invitation, but the hope is that Master Qingming will readily accept the invitation and is willing to go with him.

Qingming pondered for a while, and the little deer man stared at Qingming more and more nervously. He unconsciously twisted his fingers around the corners of his sleeves, not only the ears on top of his head, but even the tail hidden under the half-clothes began to tremble uneasily. Shaking from side to side.

"Alright, then let's go together." When Qingming said these words, the little deer man's face bloomed with dazzling beauty like Ye Tan kissed by the moonlight, and his hoof stepped on happily. The ground, ears and tail also shook back and forth: "That's really great, Master Seimei! It's not too late, Master Seimei, let's go there now?"

The excitement on the little deer man's face couldn't be concealed at all, but maybe he himself didn't even think about hiding it.

The little deer man stepped forward and carefully held Qingming's sleeve corner, his green eyes were as green as willows in spring, only reflecting Qingming's figure, and the bright smile on his beautiful face made Qingming couldn't help laughing , The dark cloud that was cast on the mood by the complicated thoughts that had been diverged due to the accident also dissipated.

Qingming pulled her sleeves out of the little deer man's palm, and before the disappointment on the little deer man's face dissipated, Qingming raised his wrist and held the little deer man's hand: "You wanted to hold my hand just now, didn't you?" ?”

The little deer man's cheeks were flushed, and he couldn't even speak. He just nodded vigorously and held Qingming's tightly with his palm, but it wouldn't make Qingming feel uncomfortable.

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