Dramatic Blade

The cigarette rod in the old painter's hand had already been extinguished, and Zhen who was beside him was also a little numb.

They didn't expect Nura Rikusheng to have such an experience at all.

What the slippery ghost has always shown, in addition to the vicissitudes of life and a sense of calmness that violates harmony, is more of a wild and unrestrained youthful demeanor.Then those traces of time will naturally be considered as the temperament that a leader must maintain. No one has ever thought that he has actually experienced such a long time.

For a monster, 700 years is indeed enough for him to trample all contemporary monsters under his feet.

Even Sumu and Kurodabo, who had followed the second generation, seemed young.

"It's really interesting!"

Under the dim light, the old painter suddenly slapped his thigh, and looked at the slippery ghost with warm and bright eyes, "Taro Urashima...the treasure box of Dragon Palace has such a magical effect, it's so interesting!"

The demon painter is very happy with his new discovery, as if he can use it as a blueprint to draw an amazing picture in the next second.

On this point, Asahikawa was exactly the same as him for a while.

poison:……

He doesn't quite understand the brain circuit of a painter.

Nuliang Rikusheng's adventure was almost cruel and painful at the time. If he hadn't walked in the night well covered with wind and frost, more people would only sympathize with him instead of acclaiming this adventure.

Even if he got out of trouble later, when he thought of seeing his beloved weakened and withered in front of him in such a dark and lonely time, begging him to kill him, and congratulating him on gaining great power, he couldn't say anything.

The old painter is heartless.Demon painters have devoted their whole lives to painting, they don't even care about themselves, they only focus on the wonderful, strange stories and scenery that they have never seen before.

Xiao Ahshi had already gone to paint under the eaves of the flower house. It was relatively dry there, and the moisture from the rain was dissipated by the warm yellow lamps, so people passing by could not see him.Seeing the slippery ghost's gaze, the old painter calmed down a bit, took a sip of the pipe and found that the fire had gone out.

The old painter tapped his shoulder with a cigarette stick, "That kid will be the next demon painter, it's worth falling in love with him."

The slippery ghost smiled wryly: "Yes, he has a very bad temper and doesn't like to endure hardships. He often thinks about what he does, and he can't bask in the sun. When it comes to painting, it seems like he hasn't grown up. something that makes people angry."

Specifically refers to the comics that collaborated with Nozaki Umetaro.

The monster complained about the ghost's shortcomings, but his expression was very gentle. The old painter was silent for a while, and shook his head like a poison: "You are hopeless."

"I won't let him choose," Nuliang Lusheng didn't care, with a leisurely smile, but his tone was serious: "I will hold him firmly and chase him, so that he can't get rid of me."

These words were spoken calmly and naturally, with an unreasonable but irrefutable momentum. Obviously, he had given such an answer many times.

"Then, how did you escape?" the old painter continued to speculate: "He sent you away?"

Nuliang Rikusheng didn't hide anything, and looked under the eaves again.

"He didn't believe in the existence of monsters when he was a child, so you told him a lot of stories about monsters."

The ancient events of Tianyuan, the Eastern Expedition of Shenwu, the battle of Genpei, and the chaos of the shogunate.The world of monsters is closely related to human beings, but the most prosperous era is still the peace of thousands of years ago.

The cherry blossoms are flying all over the sky, and the promenade is winding and twisting; the Feidu Bridge is vermilion and blue, and the Yanli Temple is solemn and solemn; the twelve single clothes infused with a touch of plum fragrance are automatic without wind, and the old untouched qin makes a melodious and moving sound; The noble girl's blue hair was as black as ink, and the old woman raised her face to draw rouge lips.

In the mountains and fields, the astrology rotates, there is a tengu playing the flute on the peak of Heiye Mountain, a girl with a fish tail is brought by the vast water of Arakawa, a fox rings a bell in the dream mountain with white grass, and auspicious and long-lived white cranes fly by in Wanling. In the time of the mountains, a golden wheat ear was picked for the envoy of Gao Tianyuan.

The Onmyoji fan wearing a snow-white hunting suit has two sides, maintaining the true peace between the two worlds. Humans and monsters smile at each other and live in harmony.

The old painter held the child's hand and talked about this dreamlike world countless times when teaching him how to write.

However, he knows that the true face of history without beautification is a half-demon who just wants to rule the dark world forever, writing lies.

Nue——Abe Seimei used his sons to adapt his legend, making him a great onmyoji known to the world for a long time.

Heianjing under his control, both monsters and human beings, lived in the gloomy darkness, and became his pawn in researching the art of immortality and controlling the dynasty.

This kind of contrast naturally shattered Asahikawa's momentary view when he saw the naked blond man.

It is also because of this that Chaorichuan played a game in the treasure box of Dragon Palace for a while.

After all, Nuliang Rikusheng used his love to keep the evil ghost who wanted to die, but Asahikawa went from bad to worse, and repeatedly mentioned his past to strengthen his memory.

He once used people's comments to let the slick ghost own the manga artist in the monster, so he woke up suddenly when he was tender one night.

【No, the world the teacher said exists! 】

[Such a beautiful and harmonious world, even if it is a lie, exists when countless people believe it to be true for more than 1000 years! 】

[I want to draw it, I want to build a passage to that world! 】

Hearing this, the old painter stood up from the bench and stared at Nuliang Lusheng: "Did he succeed!"

"He succeeded, he completed your unfinished painting."

Nuliang Lusheng told the old painter in a very calm tone, "The most indispensable thing in the treasure box of the Dragon Palace is time. He established a passage, but there are no ghosts in that world, so he was rejected. I made an appointment with him. Alright, I will go to that world to find a way to come back and save him."

"It is so!"

The old painter suddenly shouted excitedly again, without concealing it, and didn't listen to what Nuliang Rikusheng said later: "He actually used the power like a ghost talk, this kid is really smart! Hahahahaha!"

His voice and expression were almost crazy, which attracted the attention of people on Huajie. Ah Shi, who was not far away, was startled, and ran past Nuliang Lusheng's feet, asking him what was wrong with the old man.

Before the rain stopped, Nuliang Lusheng held up an umbrella for him. The strange calm on his body seemed to be broken, and he showed a tired expression and said to Ah Shi: "It's okay, your teacher is so happy."

Ah Shi gave him a strange look: "He's not my teacher yet."

Nuliang Rikusheng: Oh, not yet.

Chen from the alley behind asked, "And then?"

In this way, it can explain why Nuliang Lusheng suddenly became stronger, as well as the reason why he expected the monster to cooperate with the ghost in advance, and the reason why he has been paying attention to the painter's ghost.

Since Asahikawa temporarily returned to Ukiyo-e Town again, the seven-year wait of the slippery ghost has come to an end.

But why did Asahikawa temporarily lose the memory of monsters, and the monsters other than Nuliang Rikusheng also became existences that had never seen Asahikawa for a while.

Nuliang Lusheng's expression became heavy: "That's what happened after I came out."

Zhen wanted to ask again, but was interrupted by the child's words.

"Then don't talk about it." Ah Shi under the umbrella pointed to his forehead and said, "If you wrinkle too tightly, you will become ugly."

The slippery ghost moved his mouth, and saw Ah Shi frowning, showing displeasure at the monster who didn't listen to him.

Nuliang Rikusheng: Yes yes yes yes yes.

poison:……

A wrinkled palm rested on the child's head.

"ah."

"Hey, slippery one."

The old painter's eyes were full of excitement, "Although it is in the painting, I will die in a few years. Since this kid is with you, because you finished the painting, then I don't care so much."

The old painter smiled proudly: "Ashi is the new demon painter, before he became a ghost, so I will give you a gift."

Nuliang Lusheng looked surprised, but at this moment Ah Shi stepped on the foot of the old painter, and then ran away in a hurry, very skinny.

"Hey, Ah Shi!"

What the old painter hadn't said was interrupted, and after crying out in pain, he shouted again: "Damn brat! Have you finished painting today!"

In a blink of an eye, I saw Nuliang Lusheng chasing after him in a hurry.

"Thank you very much, but let's talk about it next time!"

"Hey!"

Zhen walked out of the alley silently, and looked at the old painter in dismay in the light rain.

Zhen: "Our leader is a 600-year-old love brain, why don't you tell me."

Old painter: ...

Row.

Nuliang Lusheng followed the two blocks of fire that he left on Ah Shi's body, and waited until the child had to stop to catch his breath, then slowly stepped forward and covered him with an umbrella.

"I will send you back."

The temper of the child was even more unpredictable. When he came, he was carried by Nuliang Lusheng. He didn't expect that the way back would be so long. Instead, he became angry because of this and glared at the tall and slippery ghost.

Nura Rikusheng: So cute!

The slippery ghost squatted down cautiously, and said instead: "On the way back, we will pass through a busy market, where there are a lot of food and fun, and the way back is long, we can take a rest there."

Ah Shi glared at him again, but this glance was of little weight.

The slippery ghost couldn't help laughing: "I can also take you to eat Bawang's meal, the store can't find us, just like a monster."

The child's eyes changed, a little longing and a little hesitant, and then he said seriously: "It's wrong to eat a king's meal. If you don't have money, I can lend you."

Oh, he forgot that Ah Shi is very rich.

"So you are willing to go downtown with me?"

The child pursed his lips and held out his hand to him.The slippery ghost picked him up with one hand, and walked into the crowd as before.

"Were you talking about me just now?"

"Yes, your old...not your teacher's teacher said you are very smart."

Seeing that the slippery ghost listened to his own words, the child said with satisfaction, "I know I'm smart."

Nuliang Lusheng laughed softly.

Then the child said: "So what does he mean when I'm with you, and let you take care of me? I've only seen similar things in books, are they together like father and mother? We later What happened, what have you done since we were together?"

Nuliang Rikusheng couldn't laugh anymore.

This topic is more adult.