Jiu Tun Doji's Notes v

"Festival?" Ibaraki Doji looked at the blue lantern in the Japanese room, and the long-legged beauty in kimono was holding a writing brush. After struggling all night, the floor was covered with manuscript paper.

"That's right, according to the human calendar, on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, when you ascend the mountain in midsummer, and Shunyang is on top, it's the Dragon Boat Festival." Qing Xingdeng, Dajiangshan's military adviser, resident reporter and general chairman of Gossip News, swiped his pen , left a line of wild cursive on the white paper resoundingly, and saw that he had the character of the calligrapher Fujiwara Saori, so he finished the pen with satisfaction.

Ibaraki Doji is not interested in this kind of thing, but he came to this workaholic Japanese room because his close friend asked him to ask Aoyuki Deng if he had finished the summary of this month's Heian-kyo world events.

Normally, he doesn't like to get in touch with Qing Xingdeng who seems to know everything and everything.

There will be a feeling that the privacy is being pryed out by the other party.

"Dragon Boat Festival is a very important festival in the world where Lord Shuten originally lived. I think that Lord Jiuten frequently went down the mountain to the human world in the past few days. It was probably driven by a deep-rooted habit to buy festival supplies— —Here, Xiao Dao Dao, open your mouth~" The slender jade fingers pinched a pickled candied date in front of the cold-faced Yao Dao Ji, who said softly, "Please don't tease me, Master Qing Xing Deng."

"Ala, I hate you little Demon Sword Girl, she looks so cute, why don't you smile more~~" Qing Xingdeng, who routinely molested Demon Sword Girl, continued to approach her with a smile, "This is the human food that Shuten-sama brought back. , it seems to be wrapped in glutinous rice and made into a festive delicacy called zongzi~~”

Hearing Shuten-douji, the reverent sword monster's eyes flickered slightly, and he subconsciously opened his mouth.

"It's so sweet." Kneeling on the ground in a standard posture, the long knife that usually never leaves her body is placed beside her legs. Yao Dao Ji tasted the candied date, and the strong sweet taste filled her mouth. The monster gradually blushed a little.

"That's right, I'm really looking forward to Master Jiuten's zongzi. I specially made an appointment with him. I really want to visit Master Jiuten's hometown. It must be a good place with delicious food~" The little girl who met Yaodao Ji face, Qing Xingdeng sighed intoxicatedly.

Ibaraki Doji left Aoyuto's Japanese room, full of thoughts: How could a close friend know how to cook food?That best friend who punches Yamata no Orochi and walks through various worlds with ease, can wash his hands and make soup? 【←← The focus is crooked

He completely forgot Jiu Tun's original instructions.

Ibaraki went to find Momiji.

The girl was sitting at her home in Heianjing, drinking tea, smiling and watching her husband and children playing in the yard.

"Dragon Boat Festival?" Hongye thought, "I don't seem to have this festival in the customs here. Would you like to ask someone from the same hometown as Shuten-sama?"

Ibaraki went to find the demon fox He Jing again.

"Dragon Boat Festival, we make zongzi in our hometown. Rice is wrapped in zong leaves, stuffed with salted egg yolk meat, red bean paste, and candied dates. They are cooked and eaten." The well-informed demon fox waved a folding fan and introduced to Ibaraki Doji, "Xiaosheng also suggested to Seimei-sama to celebrate the festival, and he agreed. I prepared the zongzi a few days ago. Do you want to try it?"

Then he led the monster to the kitchen of Yinyang Liao.

"Huh? Where are the zongzi? Xiaosheng spent the whole afternoon packing dozens of them? Why are they all gone?" Yaohu searched the kitchen, but couldn't find any trace of the zongzi. Suddenly, the kitchen door was blown open by the wind. Bringing the strong wind and crow feathers, the monster descended from the sky with a stern face.

"Big, big, big..." Before the word "Tiangou" came out, the fox asked the visitor to wrap his arms around his waist, and lifted him up to the sky.

"I've brought all the things back, how long are you going to bet on it, and come home with me!" Not allowing the other party to refuse, the big dog took the demon fox who had returned to her mother's house back to her lair.

"Who wants to go back with you, unrestrained bastard? My waist is still sore..."

A few feathers fell on the barbarian wood, and the fox was captured by the big tengu and returned to his hometown to get married.

Ibaraki turned around to leave, passing the yard of Yinyangliao on the way, the black-bellied onmyoji took a small thing like a sachet from the little paper man of Shikigami, and explained: "It was He Jing who said that this kind of festival wears five Poison talisman can ward off evil spirits and exorcise poison, very auspicious."

As he spoke, he put it on his belt for Boya.

The samurai was a little embarrassed, and after a long while, he pursed his lips and said: "I, I also asked him, and he said that he should wear colorful wisps."

As she spoke, she spread out her hands, and a string of colorful bracelets lay in the palm of her hand.

"This——" Qingming slightly covered her lips with a folding fan, "it's something for children."

Boya was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that the demon fox had teased him like a child, and his complexion turned dark immediately.

"Well, it doesn't matter." Picking up the colorful thread, the onmyoji narrowed his eyes and smiled like a fox. "It's already progress if I can think of preparing something."

The molested samurai: ==

Ibaraki looked at the human beings who were Qingqing me from a distance, feeling irritated: Damn, hot eyes.

Returning to Dajiangshan, I was going to ask the ghost king to find out what happened, but I didn't see anyone. Ibaraki knocked on the door of the Fengshen temple on the way, intending to ask where Yimulian Jiutun went.

The door opened, but the inside was deserted.

"...What about Yimulian?" Ibaraki asked.

"He hasn't woken up yet, please go back." Huang directly closed the door with the overlord's face, and Ibaraki blocked the owner with one hand.

"Stop, you can change it, where is my best friend?"

The god from the icy sea closed his eyes, and after a while, said, "It's at the cherry tree on the top of the mountain."

On the cherry blossom tree, Jiu Tun-douji was holding a wine cup, and beside him, noisy people chattered endlessly.

"Today is a grand festival in your world? I can't see that a cold-blooded guy like you would be thinking about the festival."

"Where's the zongzi? Where's the gift? What, didn't you bring it? You're going to die, do you know how to be grateful? If I hadn't covered you, you would have been eaten by me in another world."

"Hey, don't ignore me, only you can see me, don't play dumb."

A certain boss-level monster yelled at Jiu Tun.

"It's so annoying, hold it and get out." When something was thrown, the ghost king felt a vein on his forehead throbbing, and he wanted to hit someone.

"Oh—duplicity guy." Seeing the small green triangular rice dumpling in his hand, the silver-haired monster waved its snake-like pupils and walked away with a smile. "I won't bother you and Ibaraki anymore. I'm going to play with the system."

ah?He said Ibaraki?

The ghost king lowered his head and saw his second in command standing under the tree.

"Come up." Patting the open space beside him, Jiu Tun poured another glass of wine.

The moonlight gradually rises, and the silver glow spreads across the land of the great rivers and mountains.

"Friend, if you want to celebrate the festival, you can talk to me." Ibaraki said.

"Ah? Is this the reason—" Jiu Tun pressed his forehead, and began to think about how to explain to the evil spirits in front of him that the Dragon Boat Festival is a day for eliminating plague, exorcising evil spirits, and seeking auspiciousness.

Isn't it strange to celebrate this kind of festival with monsters who are the incarnation of evil?

"In the beginning it was Yaohu who brought this matter up to my uncle. Unlike He Jing, he grew up in a serious family and has a great interest in life, so he pays attention to these festivals," Jiu Tuntong said lazily about the old days while drinking to the moon. In the past, "My uncle, he fights and kills, and never thinks about eating rice dumplings during the festival."

Now that I am free, I will notice these details.

He can actually live a leisurely life, for a moment, it feels a bit like a world away.

Holding the wine cup, Ibaraki still felt resentful.

Zongzi, Zongzi...

The demon fox has zongzi, the big tengu has zongzi, and the couple in Yin Yang will prepare gifts for each other, even Qing Xingdeng is promised to give zongzi—only you...

"Hi, Ibaraki Doji." Suddenly Jiu Tun called out.

At the end of the sentence, a small green triangular piece exuding the fragrance of zong leaves and rice was thrown into Ibaraki's ghostly hand.

"Seeing that you are usually only interested in power—well, I'll give you one, just as a decoration."

Then, Jiu Tun watched helplessly as his second-in-command's mood instantly rose.

"Best friend—"

"Fuck! What are you doing?"

"Go away! Where are you touching?"

"........."

"Ibaraki-douji... let's talk about it when we go back, the club will do things on the tree-"

In short, everything in Dajiangshan today is also very happy.

Happy Zongzi Festival, Baji~~~o(*///▽///*)q