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"Just put the tea on the case."

As if seeing him standing still for too long, the man—Michimit Ashiya turned his head and gave a gentle instruction.

Fujimaru Tatsuka shuddered, bit the tip of his tongue, and put the tray on the table near the man as he said, and watched as the tea sets on the tray began to empty.

Making tea...how is making tea?

The shape of the tea set is not far from the modern ones, but Fujimaru Tateka really didn’t know how to make tea at this time, so he couldn’t help worrying that he would show his feet, so he had to rack his brains to dig out the tea-making methods of the Japanese heroes who love tea in his memory. posture to imitate.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of serving tea, Fujimaru Tateka was able to observe this strange-looking "Michiman Ashiya" up close.

Ashiya Domitsu in front of him acted as if he didn't know him at all, he just regarded him as a strange attendant, he didn't worry about him at all, he was engrossed in his official documents, and he held a relatively too small writing brush with ease in his broad hands Write words on it.

Although the palms are still too wide compared to ordinary people, there are no sharp, beast-like nails, and they are replaced by well-built nail beds.

The jade-shaped earrings swayed slightly under Michimitsu Ashiya's ears with the movement, reflecting a little light onto the paper.

The long hair that meanders down is still divided into too surreal black and white, the black part is curled in a familiar arc, and the temples on both sides are separated into strands of hair and tied with cloth belts. Those Fujimaru Tateka are used to seeing it The bell that jingled in the hallway as he walked was gone.

This looks like a very normal onmyoji.

Also, if you add those bells, it doesn't fit the outfit at all - if that's what he thinks here.

Fujimaru Tachika preliminarily judged that she should be in a dream, as for this strange place...

The magic power of the master and the servant is connected, so it is easy to enter the past memory of the other party in a vague place like a dream.

He is probably in Ashiya Doman's memory now, that is, in the Heiankyo era when "Ashiya Doman" was still alive.

If this guess is correct, it also shows that Ashiya Domitsu, as his follower, did not die, but survived in some way. Only in this way can the other party's spirit base resonate with him.

Fujimaru Tatsuka glanced at the onmyoji who was sitting upright in front of him again, lowered his eyes, stepped aside and stood quietly.

Lets see.Gather some more information before he can determine what to do next.

Onmyoji was very dedicated to his work, he didn't even drink tea before he stopped writing, and he was totally oblivious to his work, so his efficiency was exceptionally high, and it only took half a day to finish the thick stack of official documents.

He stood up, smoothed the folds of the hunting clothes, and when he passed by Fujimaru Tachika, he seemed to think of something, and his footsteps paused.

"Just now Xiaolang seems to have been staring at the poor monk. Is there something wrong with the poor monk?"

Fujimaru Tachika raised her head subconsciously when she heard the sound, and immediately lowered her head after remembering her current status as a servant, "No, there is nothing wrong with you."

"So have you encountered any strange things recently?"

"No... no, yes, as expected of Mr. Daoman, I just don't know how to say it."

Fujimaru Tachika soon realized that this was a good opportunity to get in touch with Ashiya Doman, "Recently, I tend to fall asleep suddenly in different places and it is difficult to wake up, and I don't remember much about the past when I wake up. , I almost lost time because of this just now."

"Hmm... the poor monk didn't see the unclean air." Ashiya Daoman stroked his chin, "Well, how about this, you will follow the poor monk later, and maybe you can see the crux of the problem after a long time of observation."

"Yes, thank you very much, Lord Daoman."

Ashiya Michimi picked out a few volumes of official documents—Fujimaru Tateka guessed that they should be the more important parts—

Leading Fujimaru Tachika out, the whole journey was smooth, and no one raised any doubts about Ashiya Michimi leaving Yinyang with a strange attendant.

On the way, I met a few official-like figures. Ashiya Michiman greeted them politely and thoughtfully, but most of them seemed uncomfortable, and left after hastily responding.

Hmm... is it because of height?

Fujimaru Tachika looked up at Ashiya Michiman's height, which was particularly outstanding in modern times, and it was even more conspicuous at the altitude of the Heian period.

Men are always more concerned about height, and it is understandable that the other party does not want to look particularly short next to Ashiya Domitsu.

It was this uniform attitude, whether it should be said to be perfunctory or avoidance, that made Ashiya Michimitsu look a little... pitiful?

The person involved, Ashiya Michimitsu, didn't seem to care about it at all, and still maintained a calm expression, turned around and entered a room with many samurai guards outside.

Fujimaru Tachika was a little uncertain whether he should continue to follow.

The samurai guarding the door didn't respond when he followed Ashiya Doman to enter, so that means he can follow?

Sitting in the room was a middle-aged man wearing a crown of tassels. He raised his hand to signal the male and female attendants around him to retreat. With a strong mentality, Fujimaru Tatsuka insisted on standing still after all the people retreated. .

The middle-aged man glanced at him, and for some unknown reason, he didn't order him to go out, but directly talked to Ashiya Michimitsu after receiving the official document.

"are you ready."

"Yes, Lord Xianguang, the poor monk has prepared everything, and then we just need to wait for the time to come."

Fujiwara shines!

The person Ashiya Domitsu served during his lifetime.

Fujimaru Tachika quickly retrieved this word in her mind.

It seems that this is indeed Heian-kyo.So what they're talking about now...isn't it the curse of that famous failure?

The ages don't seem to match...but in the dreams of Heroic Spirits, it's not uncommon for them to show a different appearance than they actually are.

After a brief incomprehensible conversation, Ashiya Michimitsu took Fujimaru Tachika away from Fujiwara Akimitsu's place and came to a strange house.

Ashiya Michiman asked Fujimaru Tatsuka to wait for him in the courtyard, but he didn't know where he went in a few steps, so Fujimaru Tatsuka had to start looking at the surrounding environment.

This house is a typical Japanese-style courtyard, covering a large area, but it looks very deserted, only a little boy is sweeping in the huge courtyard.

Xiaotong was still reluctant to do his own work on the spot, and only glanced at him from time to time.

After a while, seeing that Ashiya Michiman hadn't come out yet, he became more courageous, ran up to look around him with a broom in his hand, and stretched out his hand to tug on Fujimaru Tachika's sleeve.

After being seen as a scenic spot for a long time, Fujimaru Tachika couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter?"

"Wow! I've spoken!" The little boy took a big step back, his eyes widened, and he vigilantly clenched the broom in his hand and pointed at Fujimaru Tachika.

"I'm not dumb, of course I can talk." Fujimaru Tachika squatted down to lower his sense of threat, "My name is... Guataro, what's your name?"

"My name is Sichuanese." The little boy replied subconsciously, "You, aren't you the shikigami of Lord Doman?"

"No, I'm a human being. I'm here to ask Master Daoman to help me solve the problem. Here, if you don't believe me, touch it, it's hot." Fujimaru Lixiang stretched out his arm and shook it in front of the Sichuanese, "Why do you think I Shikigami?"

The people from Sichuan looked around for a while before opening their mouth in a low voice, "Because Master Daoman doesn't come here usually, and the cleaning is usually done by paper dolls. I thought you were also a paper doll."

Oh, it looks like this should be Ashiya Michimitsu's house.

Fujimaru Tachika also imitated him and lowered his voice, "Then have you ever thought... that you are actually a paper doll?"

"I, I'm not!" Chuanren stuttered when he got excited, "I was sent by Mr. Xianguang!"

"Okay, okay, I'm joking." Fujimaru Tatsuka begged for mercy, "Then why are you so afraid of Master Doman?"

The Sichuanese gave him a strange look, "Aren't you afraid? Master Daoman is so tall, and his appearance is different from other people...Before I came, some people said that he eats children."

"Then does he eat?"

"Don't eat." The Sichuan people looked at Fujimaru Tachika suddenly as if they were looking at an idiot, "otherwise why would I still be talking to you here."

"But Daoman-sama is that kind of person. It looks very difficult to get close to. It makes people feel fluffy, unlike Qingming-sama."

"Have you met Lord Seimei?"

Perhaps because of the few people who can show off, the people from Sichuan are not hesitant to share their experiences, putting on a proficient posture that has given lectures no less than a hundred times before, "I met once before, let me tell you, Master Qingming looks But he is elegant, his appearance is unmatched, I feel that he definitely saw me at that time, and even smiled at me! Look, Master Seimei's house is over there—"

squeak...

The sound of the heavy weight on the floor made the Sichuanese shut up immediately, picked up the broom upright and began to sweep the floor. In a second, he returned to the way Fujimaru Tachika had just seen him. His face was as serious as the gossip just now. It just didn't happen.

"Well, it seems that Gua Taro and the poor monk's boy hit it off very well." m.ζíNgYúΤxT.иεΤ;

A voice with a slight smile came, and Fujimaru Tatsuka suddenly felt cold behind his back for some reason.

Resisting the urge to explode, Fujimaru Tachika stood up nonchalantly, "I'm the one who interrupted his work, I'm very sorry."

The tall onmyoji changed out of his hunting clothes, and now he was wearing a monk robe that Fujimaru Tateka was more familiar with, and a light blue hat that covered his entire head. He stood on the porch, looking at them with a smile.

"Come with the poor monk."

Lightly exposing this stubble, Ashiya Michimi led Fujimaru Tatsuka out.

As the distance traveled increased, the road changed from flat to muddy and uneven, and the buildings on both sides also changed from courtyards with carved beams and painted buildings of nobles to simple houses.

What happened next made Fujimaru Tachika almost unable to believe her eyes.

That Ashiya Michimitsu, actually, is, serving, civilians! ?

And it's still the kind of behavior that only charges a little money, which seems to be completely voluntary labor?

And he even squatted down to talk to the old woman in a very gentle tone! ?

Although I know that this Ashiya Michimitsu seems to be very different from the one I know, but seeing the scene in front of me with my own eyes, and then thinking about the Ashiya Michimitsu and Fujimaru Tachika I know... cracked...