[Soul of Chess] Xia Lei

Just as He Maoming took the towel and wiped off Konoe Guang's sweat over and over again, a familiar breath was getting closer and closer. He had already crossed the Li Bridge and was slowly moving towards his mansion.

He Maoming set up an enchantment on the Li Bridge, once a creature passes by, he will notice it, and ordinary people are no exception.So the bullock cart was still three miles away, so he noticed it.

Waving her sleeves down, a maid with a gentle smile stood gracefully in the inner room.

He Maoming nodded slightly with a calm expression: "Go and ask Mr. Zuowei to come over."

The maid smiled and blessed her body, and went to meet the guests on the Li Bridge.

But after a while, the sound of the wheels of the bullock cart and the whispering of the maid came from the door.After a while, the maid walked in with Fujiwara Sawei in white.

Fujiwara Sawei was born as a noble son worthy of everyone in the world. Even though he was framed not long ago and almost threw himself into the river, and saw the uncomfortable Konoe Hikaru lying on the couch for the first time, he still greeted him with the etiquette of the perfect world. He Maoming.

"After a few days, His Royal Highness He Mao's technique has improved a level. Zuo Wei is still outside the Li Bridge, and His Highness has already noticed it."

"How is Master Zuo Wei?" He Maoming smiled lightly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.In other words, his eyes have always been a pool of deep water, so calm that no one can see the emotions inside.

Sawai Fujiwara looked at He Mooming, who showed a sense of independence in every move in front of him, and his mind was in a trance for a moment, as if seeing Toya Ryo a thousand years later, that bright-eyed child with a future.

But in just a moment, he came back to his senses.

That child will not have this kind of expression, such an expression of being out of the world, looking like a breeze and bright moon, but actually staying out of it.

Maybe there is really a destiny between the world and the earth. When he disappeared as a spot of light on a sunny afternoon after a thousand years, thinking that he was going to disappear, he saw a bright light when he was dying. white light.

Is it the light of God?Is he about to fly to Elysium?Or are you going to be sent to hell for staying for a thousand years?

With an inexplicable emotion, Fujiwara Sawei closed his eyes and accepted the judgment of the gods.

A stream of warm medicinal soup poured down his throat.

With a bitter, thin, smoky taste.

When he opened his eyes and saw the maid serving him medicine and the sunlight outside the temple, tears just flowed down his face.

It was also at that time that Hikari Konoe, who had a face similar to Hikari Shinto, appeared in front of him, and approached him with a smile that was [-]% similar: "Ming sure enough, you really woke up at this time, Satoshi!" For my lord!"

After speaking, he seemed to notice the tear stains on his face, and asked with obvious concern: "Master Zuowei, why are you crying? Ah, I see, it must be because the medicine is too bitter." His face The smile on the face was as dazzling as the newborn light, "Ming always adds a lot of Coptis chinensis to my medicine every time, this time you are so sick that you are almost dying, the medicine must be so bitter. Just wait, I will give it to you." You get the candied fruit."

Before Zuo Wei, who was already lying on the couch in a daze about the current situation, could speak, the handsome young man with the ponytail in a tight suit hurried out of the inner room.

Sato Fujiwara looked at the carved beams and painted buildings of the Heian period that had been missing for more than 1000 years. Before he could recover from the pain that was about to disappear, he heard a thin sound from the corridor outside.

It was the exclamation of the boy who was [-]% like Xiaoguang, and even the voice was exactly the same as him. If it weren't for the real touch under his body, Fujiwara Saori would almost think he was in a dream.

"Ming, why are you here? Oh yes, since you have figured out when he will wake up, you will definitely come as soon as possible... What do you say inside?"

A voice as indifferent as the breeze and the moon came into Zuo Wei's ears: "Master Ping has recruited the former Go guide. If your colleagues have nothing else to do recently, the case can probably be closed."

"That's great! Lord Zuowei will be very happy to hear the news." Someone clapped his hands, and cheerful voices flowed into the inner room where Zuowei was.

"It's you, what are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to stay by Mr. Zuowei's side as soon as he wakes up?"

"Hey, I'm going to get your plum cake. Master Zuowei is crying bitterly because of Ming's medicine."

Zuo Wei froze with mixed feelings.

no... not...

"……bitter?"

"Yeah, yeah, when I went in, I saw tears on his face. Ming, I didn't say you. What is my relationship with you? I don't care how much Coptis chinensis you put in the medicine. But just now If you recover a life from the icy cold river, don’t punish him anymore. After all, he is also the sixth son of the Fujiwara family, so be careful that he sues you.”

After hearing these childish words, Fujiwara Sawei couldn't help laughing.Not to mention that he didn't cry because of the bitterness of the medicine, what was the complaint about, he looked like a child.

...Really, Xiaoguang was carved out of the same mold.

"You...forget it," the voice of the conversation outside was getting closer, and the other person seemed to have nothing to do with him, with a bit of helplessness in his voice. "Go get the plum cake yourself, I still have something to talk to Master Zuowei."

"Huh? Really? But didn't I accidentally knock over the teacup a few days ago and soak all your plum cakes? You also said that those are the last plum cakes this year, maybe I made another batch ?”

"If you mess up another one today, you won't be able to touch my pastry in the next three years." The man's voice suddenly became cold.

Jin Weiguang panicked: "Ah!...I promise, your plum cake will not be damaged this time."

The man reprimanded lightly: "Then why don't you go quickly, Mr. Zuo Wei needs to rest, and I can't stand your erratic behavior. After taking the plum cake, you can go to the palace to drink tea and read the score."

"Okay, okay... I know you're going to say something about 'you can't explain it to outsiders' again, so I'm leaving..."

The sound of pedaling footsteps outside gradually faded away, and Fujiwara Sawei had already figured it out during the conversation between the two: it seemed that he had returned to 1000 years ago, and it seemed that he had been rescued, and there was no Suicide succeeded.

What exactly is going on?

Is it a gift from the gods?Give him another life, let him pursue God's hand in this age and with his own identity?

The door curtain was pulled open, and a slender figure stood against the light at the door, and a clear youthful voice came out of his mouth: "Yalian, you go down first."

Fujiwara Sawei bowed respectfully to the maid beside him, and in the blue sky and white sun, it turned into a wisp of green smoke and slipped into the sleeve of the visitor.

Fujiwara Sawei stared blankly at all this.

"You... are you a god?"

The person at the door seemed to have paused in their footsteps, and after a while he said: "He Maoming, I have met Mr. Fujiwara. The maid just now is just a shikigami. The mansion has never sent servants, so I can only use shikigami as one or two. Forgive me, my lord."

Fujiwara Zuowei's memory that has gone through thousands of years is a little rusty. The persistence after becoming a dead soul made him remember the cause of his death and chess skills clearly, but he can't remember those things when he was still in the world.

After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't figure out where this person is in Beijing, Fujiwara Sawei couldn't help but smile awkwardly: "So it's Lord Kamo, and Master Kamo's yin and yang skills are top-notch in Beijing, but Zuowei has only seen it with his own eyes until now. It was an eye-opener."

It’s okay, okay, in the miscellaneous comic books that Xiaoguang read when he didn’t regard professional chess players as his goal, there were many mentions of Onmyoji, and the most famous surnames in it were Abe and Kamo.The person in front of him can use spells, so he is also an Onmyoji.

He will still say some official words.

"My lord, thank you." He Maoming replied without humility, stepped forward a few steps, and sat down on the side of the couch.

Fujiwara let out a cry when he saw his face clearly.

He Maoming was about to stretch out his hand to feel the pulse, but at this moment he was startled, and his hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly. "Your Excellency, don't worry, I have been ordered by His Majesty the Emperor, and I must make Sir Zuowei alive and kicking."

The memory that had been sleeping for thousands of years gradually came to life. When Fujiwara Sakumi heard the word "Emperor", he reluctantly remembered that there seemed to be a gifted child in Beijing more than ten years ago who was adopted by Mr. Kamo. He became the most respected onmyoji of His Majesty the Emperor.Lord He Mao has traveled all over the world a few years ago and never came out again, so the person in front of him...

The other party seemed to regard his surprised reaction as the fear of being killed. Fujiwara Sawei was silent, feeling the crazy recovery of memory in his body, and stretched his hand out of the quilt. "I was worrying too much, Your Highness He Mao."

He Maoming gave him his pulse in a timely manner, and his face had long since lost the embarrassment that flashed away at the beginning.

Staring at his face, Fujiwara Sawi secretly pinched his thigh.

Hiss—it hurts so much.

It's not a dream, it's not a fantasy after becoming a Buddha.

it is true.

This is real.

After a belated excitement, Fujiwara Sawei once again looked at He Maoming who had withdrawn his hand. The re-blooming of life made him think about things other than Go for the first time.

This... this He Mao Great Onmyoji, why does he look so much like Ta Yaliang?

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