After exposing myself, I was approached by my best friend

The young man with a very good appearance is surrounded by a few fierce men with scars on his face and holding sharp knives. His thin body looks weaker and weaker. In the eyes of the onlookers, it is like a bully bullying the weak and noble. I can't bear to watch it anymore.

The contrast is so strong that the ending seems to have been decided, not to mention that compared to the warriors with sharp blades in their hands, the young man only holds a wooden knife in his hand.

Minamoto Hiroya, who was dressed in a smart attire, walked around to Abe Seimei from one side, pointed in the direction there, and asked in a very familiar tone: "Seimei, who is that?"

"A friend." Abe Seimei gave a brief introduction and asked him again. "Why are you here?"

"I came here to do some business with Your Excellency Wujo. Passing by, I heard that there are monsters appearing, so let's take a look."

Abe Seimei was a little surprised, "Your Excellency Gojo is here?"

When Yuan Boya came over, Maya Doji walked a few steps to the side, giving up his seat, leaving a distance of one person between them.

"Well, why did you come here?" Yuan Boya held the scabbard in one hand and the handle in the other, and was considering whether to go to help, but there was already a fight over there.

Before he could finish thinking about it, Wu Tiaoqing, who was dealing with several people, appeared from somewhere beside Wu Tiaoqing.

The white ponytail was swinging in the air, and the white tulle covered the eyes. He was unarmed, but easily snatched the sharp knife from the opponent's hand. Wearing a blue and white hunting suit, his figure was extraordinarily tall and slender.

"How can you bully the few with more, don't you mind adding me?" Before the words fell, his long legs had swept out, and he bent his knees and stepped on the back of the lying warrior, looking foolish.

"Hi, beauty." He raised his hand and waved at Wu Tiaoqing, and said with a smile. "Isn't this young master handsome?"

"Do you want to consider giving yourself a promise?"

Wu Tiaoqing counterattacked the samurai rushing behind him with a wooden knife, and bent his eyebrows, "I'm fine, but young master, the people behind you don't seem to be very happy."

"Huh?" The young man turned his head back, Shanhu had a ferocious face, he held the handle of the knife with both hands and raised it high, and it was about to strike directly, Wu Tiaoqing stepped forward and pointed the wooden knife at his empty door, Shanhu arched his body, His eyes turned white, the blade in his hand slipped powerlessly, and he fell limply to the ground.

All the samurai who found fault had fallen down, Wu Tiaoqing put the wooden knife back to his waist, smiled and said to the young man who suddenly appeared: "Young master, do you want to consider a promise?"

'Little Master': ...

This is really not even the slightest bit of cheap.

"Your Excellency Gojo!" Minamoto Hiroya and Abe Seimei walked over, Ma Yedouji followed behind, Mon Saburo regained his composure, and explained a few words to the surrounding residents, asking them to tie him up and send him to the Santo's Mansion.

Seeing that it was a young man he had never seen before, Wu Tiaoqing raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the young master with white ponytail beside him.

Obviously, this five-tiao sir is not calling him.

"Qing, are you okay?" Abe Seimei asked with concern, Gojo Kiyo shook his head, and took the gourd that was just thrown from him, "It's okay, you are not injured, are you?"

Abe Seimei breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, you came back just in time." After finishing speaking, he turned towards Yuan Boya and the people around him, and bent slightly, "Long time no see, Your Excellency Gojo."

"Thank you for your help."

A young man who was a head taller than him came over and put his arm on his shoulder, complaining dissatisfiedly. "I told you not to be so rigid, and there are no outsiders around. Your Excellency, didn't you say that when there are no outsiders, you can call them by name directly?"

Abe Seimei looked helpless, and changed his address in a good-tempered manner. "Wu, long time no see."

Only then was Gojo Satoru satisfied, his eyeballs rolled under the white gauze, he put his arms around Abe Seimei's neck, pointed at the black-haired young man, and whispered in Abe Seimei's ear, "Seimei, what about that?" The guy is?"

Abe Seimei took the arm off his shoulder, walked to Gojo Kiyoshi and introduced him. : "Qing, these two are my friends. The one holding the knife is Minamoto Hiroya, Genji's young master, and the other is Gojo Satoru, the next head of the Gojo clan in Kyoto."

After finishing speaking, he formally introduced Yuan Boya and Gojo Satoru: "This is Gojo Kiyoshi, my friend. He came to Kyoto for some business, and he is staying with me temporarily. The child next to him is Maya Doji."

"Meet you for the first time, your Excellencies."

"Wujo?" Yuan Boya and Wujo Satoru were a little surprised when they heard each other's surnames, compared to Wujo Qing's no response at all.

"Are you also from the Wutiao family?" Gojo Wu stroked his chin and circled around Wujo Qing, looking him up and down. "I haven't seen you in my house, branch?"

Wutiaoqing smiled, and repeated what he had said to Tianhou.

The three of them looked at each other, Abe Seimei nodded slightly, Wujo realized it, and hugged Wujo Qing's shoulders very familiarly, jokingly said: "I didn't expect such a coincidence that they have the same surname, Qing, I promise this with my body." Do you want to think about it again?"

"If you are willing to go back to the clan with me." As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him put down their hands and obediently stood back to the position just now, and the smile on Wu Tiaoqing's face deepened.

Abe Seimei's original plan was to go to the forest outside the city. Minamoto Boya said that they had already been there and found nothing.

There are no clues for the time being, Gojo Satoru suggested changing the place first.

After what happened just now, many people gathered around to watch, standing aside and whispering and pointing at this side, Abe Seimei looked around and nodded in agreement.

Men Sanlang immediately said that the city lord had prepared a resting place for Lord Onmyoji, and he took several people to a quiet house.

"There are servants arranged in the courtyard. If you have any needs, just ask the adults." After speaking, Men Sanlang said that he would be on standby later, and he left first.

Looking at the three people who obviously had something to talk about, Wu Tiaoqing was very tactful: "I didn't take a good rest all the way, Qingming, I will take the boy to rest first, if there is anything, you can ask the little paper man to come and call me."

He took out a small paper figurine from his sleeve and handed it over. It was the white bird that Abe Seimei sent out to find him before. Now that his spiritual power was exhausted, he had turned back into talisman paper.

In the past two days at Abe House, Gojo Kiyoshi has become accustomed to the other party’s behavior of using small paper figurines to pass messages from time to time. He was not too surprised to see Shiratori landing on him before, and followed Shiratori to find them after drinking.

Abe Seimei took the spell, glanced at the gourd in his hand, and felt a little helpless, "Well, it's hard work."

Wu Tiaoqing left the room with the silent Ma Ye boy, and closed the door considerately.

After the footsteps went away, Yuan Boya asked, "Qingming, is there something wrong with that person?"

He and Abe Seimei have known each other for a long time, and they naturally have an unusual tacit understanding between each other.

From the very beginning, Yuan Boya realized that something was wrong. It was obvious that the man was helping Qingming out of a siege. Logically speaking, with Qingming's personality, he would not be able to let the other party face it alone, and the children with that person were also a bit weird.

Those dark eyes seemed to be able to see through what he was thinking, making one's scalp tingle and one's hair stand on end.

In front of the two friends, Abe Seimei's expression relaxed a little. He rubbed his forehead and sighed. "I haven't found anything wrong yet, but..."

"What's the matter?" Gojo Satoru sat carelessly, with his elbows resting on his lap and his cheeks propped up. There was no one sitting there, and it was completely impossible to tell that this was the next Patriarch of the Gojo Clan, a prominent Kyoto family.

"Before, I felt Gao Tianyuan's breath on that person, but now I can't feel it anymore."

"For a while, I wasn't sure if the other party was sent there, and the other party didn't do anything strange after getting along during this time."

"I don't know if it's because I'm thinking too much."

"Gao Tianyuan..." Wujo Wu curled his lips, looking at the lack of interest, he was full of disdain for Gao Tianyuan's group of people.

Nowadays, Shinto is prevalent, and almost every household can see the idols they enshrine in their homes to pray for peace.But in fact, natural disasters and man-made disasters are not happening when they should happen, monsters are rampant, ghosts and monsters are in power, and no gods have come down to protect the people.

In the end, they are not the ones who clean up the mess. Every day, they go here to eliminate demons or go there to exorcise evil spirits. They are the ones who pray for blessings, maintain the seal, and protect the law and order. They are too busy to touch the ground and work hard Unflattering.

"That guy doesn't look like a god servant at all. You are too caring." Gojo Satoru waved his hand, and he was full of displeasure at the mention of Shinto, and strongly demanded to change the subject.

Seeing him like this, Yuan Boya couldn't help but patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

Unlike Abe Seimei, who has been suppressed by many onmyojis and has white hair because of his mother's identity is unknown and is trusted by Kamo-sama, although the next head of the Gojo also has a different-colored hair, but because of his family background and people's admiration His talent, coupled with a pair of eyes with special abilities, was labeled as the reincarnation of a god, and some people in Kyoto treated him respectfully as the son of a god.

Seriously, they even ran directly in front of the person, hoping to obtain mercy and blessings. After Wutiao Wuyuan took the clothes, the gate of Wutiao's house was almost smashed down. It was all sent by the noble women who hoped to give birth to the son of God. people.

It is the only one in the whole of Kyoto that can make a noble lady let go of her reserve and make such a disrespectful act.

Abe Seimei was also aware of these things. He shook his head amusedly, changed the subject, and asked, "Just now Boya said that you are here to do business. What's the matter? Do you need help?"

Speaking of this, Gojo Satoru became energetic in an instant, even though he was covered with white gauze, he seemed to be able to see the pair of shining eyes below.

"Qingming, do you know about the Jade of the Four Souls?"

"The Jade of the Four Souls of the Western Kingdom?" Abe Seimei was a little puzzled. "I know, I know, what happened to the Jade of the Four Souls? Isn't that thing in the Itsukushima Shrine to be guarded by the witch?"

"Your news is out of date, Qingming." Gojo Satoru shook his index finger, his face full of gloating smiles, "That thing was taken away by someone, do you want to guess who's there now?"