Dramatic Blade

Ubayashiki is indeed Ubayashiki. When faced with Asahikawa’s question, even Ubayashiki Amane gave the same answer as he did 50 years ago.

But at that time, Oni Wu Tsuji Mumi probably hadn't joined hands with Abe Seimei, and Zhu Shi and Nezuko also came to the Demon Killing Team after Asahikawa for a while.

What the Ghost Killing Squad wants is cooperation, not going deep into the world of monsters.

For thousands of years, monsters have only been legends in the human world, and they have not been seen. That is to say, there are insurmountable rules between the two worlds. Monsters have not crossed this rule, and humans have no such power, and there is no need for it.

The existence of ghosts is the culprit that breaks the balance. In fact, whether they are monsters or humans, they just happen to have the same purpose.

Ubuyashiki Amane bowed deeply: "We are willing to use Mr. Asahikawa as the link to maintain the power of youkai. I hope you can help us."

Within one day, Asahikawa changed from being imprisoned to a guest of the Demon Slayer Team, but the members of the Demon Slayer Team were still very sensitive to his identity, so Ninja Butterfly and Tokito Wuichiro took him to the guest room. At that time, the frowning eyebrows never calmed down.

Seeing her sister's butterfly still lingering on the ghost's shoulder, she became confused again.

Are there really monsters in this world?

Butterfly Shinobu never believed in the theory of ghosts and gods. After all, the existence of ghosts is also mutated from humans. She has practiced medicine for many years. After seeing the obstetrician Shiki Amane asking Asahikawa for a while without any doubt, her world view is a bit broken.

That butterfly, is it really my sister?

Butterfly endured: "This is the guest room that Mrs. Zhu Shi lived in before. You should stay here for the time being. Don't go out casually."

Asahikawa didn't see any research books and tools related to medicine here, and there was no paper and pen. Obviously, he had cleaned it up before he came, but the move was too clean, so he asked, "Where is Mrs. Zhushi?"

"I said a few days ago that I was going to find some special herbs, so I left Asakusa." Butterfly Shinobi said succinctly.

If Mrs. Zhu Shi and Nezuko hadn't been in front, they wouldn't have a day when they caught the ghost but didn't kill it.

Asahikawa Ichimo: Oh, Mrs. Zhu Shi was not pulled in either.

Not only that, he didn't see the obstetric house Yoya, and I'm afraid the other party wasn't drawn in either.He didn't feel the presence of seriously ill people in the nearby buildings. It may be that the crazy painter drew a dummy unconsciously and placed it in the house to pretend.

He felt a little more at ease, and then he heard Butterfly Shinobu told him "don't run around" again, and he was about to leave with Shito Wuichiro.

"Wait a minute, can you give me some paper and pen!" Zhao Richuan hurriedly stopped her.

Butterfly turned her head vigilantly: "No."

The ghost killing team didn't know about Asahikawa's temporary blood ghost technique, but from the tricks, it can be seen that he is a ghost of a painter, so of course they wouldn't let him paint at will.

Shitou Muichiro said in doubt: "Giving you a pen and paper is equivalent to handing over the weapon to you. It is impossible for us to do this."

He was wondering why Asahikawa asked such a stupid question.

Asahikawa saw his doubts for a moment, bit his tongue, felt that it was not easy to explain, and said directly: "If I want to bite my finger with the blood ghost technique, I can draw it. Since I promised to cooperate, I will not breach the contract. Today I have to hand in a draft for the newspaper, so I can't let me miss the appointment."

He said it with sincerity, with an appearance of "I will die if I don't draw". Tokito Muichiro felt that he was not cheating, but Butterfly endured the complicated mood, and let his usual attitude towards ghosts prevail, so he refused. Asahikawa for a while.

Asahikawa Ichimo: ...

He is really difficult!They are all forced to delay the manuscript!

"If you're really bored, just read the books in the room, they're all anecdotes, they shouldn't make you bored." Butterfly Ren still added a sentence, and said with a complicated face: "Let's go, Mr. Shi Tou. "

Asahikawa looked pitifully at Shitou Muichiro and fixed him in place for a moment, then walked away with Butterfly without looking back.

"Hey..." He let out a long sigh.

Even if he changed a room, he could still feel that there were people in all directions, and the positions were all very good. It seems that Mrs. Zhu Shi should have gone through this process when she came in.

Asahikawa glanced at Die Ninja's anecdotes for a while, and seemed a little unimpressed. After all, there are no strange stories in ancient and modern China and abroad that he has never read. After being with Nuliang Rikusheng, how can he confirm that the strange stories he has read are basically It's half true and half false.

He likes the weird and mysterious atmosphere and words, and he doesn't care about the authenticity, but he didn't expect Abe Seimei, he thinks it's better to care about it.

Cold white fingers slid across the bookshelf, and a volume of strange names suddenly attracted the ghost's attention.

Dream painting...a long scroll?

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During the Muromachi period, the famous painter Yukimura Zhouji believed that: only observing the situation of the world and the mystery of nature to create paintings is the most wonderful way.

In his view, Dao painting is a kind of fairy art. When it is practiced to the extreme, the natural scenery, flowers, birds, insects and animals drawn under the brush can come true.

It has always been said that the manifestation of the picture scroll is the point where the painter's painting method can be perfected.

[I won't be satisfied with this. 】

Only the demon painter said so.

The demon painter was originally a human being, and he had many apprentices, but none of them could reach his level.

No one knows the year and month of his birth and death, only that he pursued painting skills and became an idiot all the way, and became a demon painter with little demon power after his death.

Although the demon power is meager, no monster will look down on him. His paintings are just like what Xuecun said, they are the most mysterious and wonderful of nature, ghosts and gods can come out just by writing, let alone such small creatures as flowers, birds, insects and animals.

But the demon painter is not satisfied with this.

Many monsters said that it was because of his strong obsession in his heart that he was able to create ghosts and gods that countless monsters would bow their heads to. Even a landscape, glistening with green, directly became an unprecedented place of monsters. People dream but never return.

[Dream but never return... yes, it's a dream! 】

The demon painter was suddenly so sure that no one could understand what he said.

Later, he fell in love with a banshee, temporarily put down his paintbrush, and sat under the mountains, rivers and stars every day, muttering, dreaming half-awake.

The banshee is an ancient mirror that transforms into a spirit. The body is intertwined with golden carvings, and there are phoenixes and phoenixes.

Everyone in the world said that the demon painter loves her so much that he is willing to put down his brush for her and stop being obsessed with painting.

But she used to be under the mountains, rivers and stars, staring at the back of her husband who was talking about it for hundreds of years.

It was a sunny day, and the red and green phoenixes flew all over the mountains and plains. The demon painter looked excited, his eyes brightly recorded everything in the world, but he didn't take a pen.

Jing Ji stood behind him and held a scroll for him.

Husband, the ancient mirror that no one has paid attention to for a hundred years is also a lowly fusangshen, but it has always been respected by monsters. Do you know why?

It is natural for the demon painter to say, because Gu Jing's psychic is a thing that can see people's faces, divination the future, and lead to the other world. Jing Ji, what did you see?

Jing Ji shook her head, her demon power is low but she has great power, don't you ever wonder why ghosts and gods come out of your ordinary pen and paper?

The demon painter looked at Jing Ji's beautiful and mournful face, saw his wife weeping but smiled and put the scroll in his hand.

[Wake up, husband, what I love is the moment when you draw the dream, as if I reflect the other world, so why not the other world looking at me. 】

【Three thousand big dreams, are you drawing the dream, or the dream is responding to you. 】

【did you know? 】

Under the mountains, rivers and stars, the demon painter has always had a dream. He wants to achieve great painting skills, but he can paint everything he sees and sees, but he is not satisfied with this.Just like the Buddha said in the three thousand worlds, Mount Sumeru is [-] yojanas above the water. No one can walk out of Mount Sumeru with two feet, but look beyond the mountain and beyond the sea.

Then Shanhai responded to him.

The demon painter suddenly understood that the world where Jingji existed met and fell in love with him through the connection of dreams, so he woke up.

He was overjoyed and overjoyed, and immediately took out the pen and paper, knowing that only by drawing it would he know whether the dream was real or not.

Outside of this world, is there really another world responding to him.

Later, no one knew whether the demon painter was successful, but he finally had an apprentice who also became a demon painter.Like his master, generations of demon painters are constantly pursuing the connection between dreams and the world in order to achieve the true "Tao".

There are three thousand big dreams, and only one dream should be floating in the world.

Asahichuan finished reading the story for a while, but felt a rumble in his head, and threw away the booklet with a headache.

He couldn't think of anything, nothing, except that someone seemed to have mentioned it to him.

It is said that monsters and demons are all living beings with all kinds of appearances. There are monsters and humans who fall in love with each other, and a great person is born. That person holds the power of Yin and Yang, so that monsters and humans can look at each other and laugh.It was an era far more harmonious than it is now, with the bright moon hanging around the tops, the long street full of lights, the hunting clothes and black hats, wide and long sleeves, the flying bridge with vermilion and blue waves, the solemn and solemn Yanli Temple, everything is magical and dreamy, So elegant.

An ignorant yet splendid, popular yet legendary era.

Like a dream.

After the old painter finished speaking, he saw that Nuliang Lusheng's expression hadn't changed, and slowly knocked the cigarette stick by his hand, and said leisurely while puffing: "It seems that you have already been to that world."

Nuliang Lusheng glanced at Ah Shi behind him, and the child took out a piece of cake from his pocket at some point, felt his gaze, and looked over inexplicably.The cake was well wrapped in oiled paper, and his watery eyes blinked innocently a couple of times, feeling that painting also needed a proper rest.

Xiao Ahshi was weak and helpless but could eat, no one would have the heart to blame him.

Only the old painter looked over, raised his hand and knocked the child on the head to confiscate the cake. Ah Shi snorted and jumped off the stool.The old painter sat on one side of the bench in order to give him an even position to paint. When he jumped, the stool was too heavy and he lost his balance, causing the old painter to fall.

"Hey, you little brat!"

The slippery ghost's eyes watch the nose and the heart.Ah Shi is so strong at such a young age, no wonder he can still talk flirtatiously under his pressure in the future.

"Yes, I have been there."

Nuliang Rikusheng said: "Your dream has come true, Ah Shi did it."

During that long and hopeless time.

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