[Onmyoji] Another me in the world

"What, you've already seen it?" Boya asked while turning over the sweetfish grilled on the flame, "Is that guy very strong?"

"Very strong."

Seimei's tone was very affirmative.

"Is there a way to find him?" The warrior who likes to challenge the strong is eager to try: "I want to fight him."

Xiaobai nestled in his master's arms, looked at Boya, then at Qingming, and lay down docilely, his eyes rolling, puzzled: What happened yesterday?After Xiaobai fell into a coma, did Master Qingming and Hei Qingming talk about anything?

Thinking about it now, the sound of the flute was not simple.

A youkai who can play the flute...?

Although she wanted to find out what happened, Qingming obviously didn't want to talk about it, and Xiaobai naturally wouldn't ask, and could only guess.

Judging from the performance in the arena, Hei Qingming is different from what they imagined before.

Kagura arranged the oiled paper umbrella, sat down on the ground covered with a layer of cherry blossom petals, stretched her two slender legs freely, and joined the topic: "Did you see Kuro Seimei in the arena?"

"That's right, he is also fighting with Lord Qingming!" Shantu replied, and the young girl's voice was full of excitement: "His rabbit is very fast!"

"Tsk, what are you happy about?" Boya said that he couldn't understand it at all: "It should be ashamed to be surpassed by the same race, and it is only right to catch up!"

The fluffy little rabbit looked down at the mountain frog below him, and said solemnly: "Did you hear that, Mr. Frog? Be ashamed and chase after him!"

"You can't talk about it together, and what does it have to do with me!"

The oppressed mountain frog looks pitiful, but it has been bullied too many times, and it has always been with the mountain rabbit. Everyone is used to it, and will never try to reason with the mountain rabbit again—— — One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, others are simply superfluous.

Think about it carefully, the mountain rabbits seen in the arena basically have a bound mountain frog, so how much does the mountain frog like rabbits?

Maybe this is fate.

But how much of such an illusory thing as fate is achieved by the efforts of one or both parties?

Eight hundred bhikkhunis were playing with the necklace around their necks, and the smile on the corner of their lips was mysterious and shallow: "Hey, since everyone has seen it before, what kind of person is Hei Qingming?"

Men's and women's concerns are different.

Minamoto Hiroya was not very interested in this question, and continued to roast Kamogawa sweetfish, observing the color and heat; Kagura changed his sitting position, holding his small face in his hands, and made a gesture of listening.

Shikigami looked at their master.

Being watched by many eyes, Qingming had to speak first. He pondered for a while, then shook his head helplessly: "Sorry, he is a complex and multi-faceted person, I can't see clearly."

The cub Guanhu stretched his waist, enjoying the smooth fur of the Guhuo bird, and said innocently: "A good guy or a bad guy?"

"...difficult to define."

With Qingming's return, the maiden Guanhu and others also came to the courtyard. Because of the owner's request, they did not disclose the fact that they were summoned in Hei Qingming's mansion - even Qingming himself didn't know why he asked The companion concealed it.

Unpredictable flashes of light flashed in her eyes, and Babaichuni murmured: "Is it hard to define...?" She smiled and said, "Could it be that Mr. Qingming is referring to the gray existence that walks between black and white?" ?”

The silver-haired Onmyoji unconsciously tapped his fan bone on his palm, and finally shook his head: "I don't know him."

Gu Huo Niao, who noticed something, remained silent and continued to smooth the hair of the trumpet tube fox. His love and love were beyond words. The cub of the demon fox lay down on the side to bask in its belly, squinting its eyes and drowsy. When jumping over, the Terracotta Warriors said: "I feel that the lord's shikigami are very strong, and he is loyal to the master. He must be a calm and reliable person."

"..."

The expressions of several humans drifted for a moment.

A moment later, the shikigami who had entered the arena yesterday expressed their opinions——

"It's completely indistinguishable from Seimei-sama!"

"Spiritual power is also very similar!"

"A very gentle person."

This kind of conclusion that seems to be a misunderstanding, but it doesn't seem to be, is really disturbing.

Walking alone on the way back to the room, Seimei was still thinking about this question.In other words, what he was thinking about was no longer a specific problem, but the fog that shrouded Hei Qingming's body.

"Mr. Qingming," the soft female voice sounded behind her, and the words of the eight hundred bhikkhunis were enough to get to the point: "Is it really Mr. Qingming who was in the house a few days ago?" Calm, with the precipitation of time in his blue eyes, he said slowly: "Mr. Qingming, do you still regard Hei Qingming as an enemy?"

"..."

Seimei sensed his wavering.

The fine eyelashes trembled uneasily, the Onmyoji raised his head, his thin pale pink lips parted slightly, and was about to say something——

"Master Qingming, there is a letter at the door!"

Before the words were finished, the Shiba Inu had already dragged a somewhat thick letter.

Drawing on the teachings of Onmyoji when he directly grabbed the letter last time, this time Inugami tied the original rope on the letter with a safe rope, dragged it to the prepared flat wooden board, and pulled it again.

Xiaobai followed closely behind: "Master Qingming, do you want Xiaobai to take it apart?"

Outside the letter, there is a black feather pinned.

The feather of a big tengu.

Qingming pursed her lips: "Don't worry, there is no danger."

The silver-haired onmyoji picked up the letter, walked into the room, closed the door, and blocked the curious and probing eyes from the door.

It's hard to tell whether this reassurance is due to the unique pride of SSR monsters, or the trust in the delicate relationship between Kuro Seimei and herself. Seimei opened the envelope and unfolded the scroll inside——

This is a portrait.

In the fighting arena, the big dog lost to him in a bet, and this is the bet.

——The onmyoji in Deep Purple Shouyi fell asleep with his back leaning against the cherry blossom tree, his black hat fell off, his black hair spread out, without the sharpness and sharpness when he was awake, his face was calm and beautiful.The moonlight caressed that pale cheek softly, his expression stretched, and the silver light shone like a child-like innocence.

Qingming stared deeply at the person in the painting, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

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Black Seimei Diary:

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The author has something to say:

I'm so tired, the trains back and forth are late, and the 1-hour drive turned into 1 hour and 40 minutes, plus the time to get home, starting at 08:30 in the morning and returning at [-]:[-] in the evening... Kneeling and taking a shower at [-]:[-]

Sleepy finished writing this chapter, rubbing my eyes

Friends are soft~

It is said that the mask of the big tengu can be removed, and I will not make a fake if there is no dog

I will ask for a day off tomorrow, my cousin is getting married + the author’s birthday, I’m going to have fun, hug the little angels =3=