Ability name The Tale of Genji

On the return carriage, Yuan Xiwu was in a daze.

[Although it is a flower that gathers and disperses like fog, it has a warm and affectionate flower language. 】

【I think... that is more beautiful than the dazzling flame of Mr. Genji. 】

Yuan Xiwu did not lack basic self-confidence, but he also knew that as long as he was still in the Heian era, he would never be able to get rid of the title of "that person's child" after recovering his memory.But he didn't expect that in the eyes of the girl recorder holding the pen, his character turned out to be more precious than his father.

When he told Mr. Wutiao about his emotions, for some reason, Mr. Wutiao had an indescribable expression.

"I said you...why do you have to compare with that kind of emotional...?"

Considering that it was Yuan Xiwu's biological father, Gojo Satoru omitted words such as "scum" and "crumbs".Yuan Xiwu silently understood what Teacher Wutiao meant, and he also felt that his biological father was really scumbag, especially in terms of feelings.

"Let's, let's discuss the business, Mr. Wujo, about the imperial test..."

Gojo Satoru didn't have any expression on his face, he thought for a while, then smiled.

"No big deal, I will win, don't worry."

"It's not a question of winning or not, but..." Yuan Xiwu stood up, looking a little anxious, "The Patriarch of the Chanyuan..."

The patriarch of the Buddhist monastery who will let him pet the dog, teach him spells, and worry about him not being misled by Wutiao teacher every day, if he fights to the death with Wutiao teacher...

"Yugiri." The silver-haired conjurer just quietly looked into his eyes, "You know it too."

Gojo Satoru's voice made Yuan Xiwu gradually calm down, and he slowly sat back in his original position, lowering his head.

Yes, he does.

This illusion is based on everything that happened in the past, including his illness, including the summons in the palace, and also... the imperial battle between the Wujo family and the Zenyuan family.All important events will happen unavoidably, even if there is an operation among them, this main route will not change.

It was also after this imperial battle that the two patriarchs were both wounded, and the curse spirits who had been entrenched outside the city were able to invade Ping'an capital, and there were six of them.

"We have already tried, and it is even more difficult to change such a big event." Gojo Satoru said, "But I will not just sit and wait for death. After all, it is the worst outcome for both sides to suffer. It is better to let me be the final winner. , and leave this illusion.”

He turned to Yuan Xiwu, folded the fan and picked up the talisman paper, his blue eyes were clear.

"Xiwu, you have to remember that even if you get fake tenderness here, it is still fake after all. This place is just an illusion. Our ultimate goal is not to change anything, but to gather strength to the final destination and leave in one fell swoop."

Gojo Satoru already knew that Gen Yugi had seen the Murasaki Shikibu of this era. Of course, he believed that as an illusionist, Yugiri would not be swayed by the phantoms in the illusion, but people are always sad, especially the phantoms of loved ones. It was right in front of my eyes, but I knew clearly that it was a phantom.

—This is a kind of cruelty caused by too much sobriety.

Yuan Xiwu nodded slowly, and Gojo Satoru, who had finally said a serious word, suddenly clapped his palms together and smiled again.

"But it's always right to enjoy the moment. Although the pot has been confiscated, you can still make a fire and cook something to eat."

"Should we tear down the screen at Minister Zuo's house?"

Someone opened the door and walked in, accompanied by two jade dogs, and snorted coldly.

"...Leave Minister Zuo alone. If this continues, Minister Zuo will question the working attitude of the Zenyuan family and the Wutiao family." But you have to recite half of it!"

"Wouldn't it be nice to have the rain and the dew even? That way neither of us will be kicked out."

"As the root of all evil, you should be kicked out!"

"Oh, don't."

Yuan Xiwu looked here and there, after getting along for such a long time, he has gotten used to the bad relationship between the two of them, now it is a quarrel, and the next thing is to start a fight.

Sure enough, there was no result in the quarrel, so the Patriarch of the Zen Academy simply signaled to go outside and speak with strength.Gojo Satoru waved his fan, and followed out quite heartlessly, not forgetting to wave his hand with his back to Yuan Xiwu.

"I'll be right back."

Come back when you're done.

The patriarch of the Buddhist monastery was in front, Wujo Wu was behind, and the two arrived at an open space where they often fought.There used to be a plum tree here, but it was uprooted in a certain operation, so an open space was left.

"You got it, too, the news about the Imperial Contest." After making sure that the young master hadn't followed up to eavesdrop, the Patriarch of the Zen Academy said lightly.

"Well, of course, I've heard all about it."

"Temporarily, it will be next month, on the Flower Banquet. Your Majesty is already tired of the endless struggle between the Chanyuan family and the Wutiao family, and wants to make a complete end."

The Patriarch of the Zen Academy looked a little gloomy, Jade Dog rubbed his leg to comfort him, he bent down, and stroked Jade Dog's head.

"Good boy, I'm fine."

He was not without entanglements in his heart. Although the relationship with Wujo Wu was bad, the Patriarch of the Chanyuan still remembered the scene of the three of them eating fish hotpot together in the courtyard and quietly watching Xueluo over and over again.The little boy is childish and cute, and he has never had the airs of a nobleman. Even if he talks about some strange things that magicians have experienced, he will not feel scared.

But in the imperial competition, he couldn't give in.

"I represent the monastery, and you represent the five rules. Just as two families must have a winner, the same is true for you and me."

"I won't keep my hand in the imperial competition."

"Declaration finished?" Wujo Wu raised his eyebrows, still smiling, "Then it's up to me, and of course I won't hold back, but in order to have more fighting spirit, how about adding a private agreement?"

"Just like the young master's grandfather, Minister Zuo, will become a power in the political world, how about the winner among us become the young master's power in the magic world?"

This proposal moved the Patriarch of the Zen Academy, but he was still concerned about the young master's feelings.

"Young master, otherwise, we should hide the duel first..."

"No, he knows all about it. The young master is a child who was so smart that he was cursed. Not only does he know about the imperial competition, but he also knows that the duel between you and me is inevitable."

The Patriarch of the Chanyuan gritted his teeth slightly. Words like "clear" and "understand" do not mean "acceptable" or "not sad". The young master is full of emotions, and he doesn't know how sad he should be at this moment.

"yes……"

But he could only say so dryly.

"I have to apologize to the young master..."

"It made him sad..."

Yuan Xiwu was sitting quietly in the room. He knew what the two were talking about when they went out, and he also knew that in the records of the magic world, there was actually no winner in this duel.History or fate has long been doomed, and in the illusion, it is unnecessary and difficult for him to change the final outcome.

Yuan Xiwu: "..."

However, because there is no need to change, because it is difficult to change, why not change?

--no way.