I’m a Witch In Dongying

Hearing this, Bai Shuiqiu glanced at the old monster beside him.

Speaking of which, the ghost horn arrow she commissioned to make by the old monster is a "disposable consumable"...

It seems that even the old monster himself thinks this way of handling is wasteful?

Compared with Bai Shuiqiu's mentality of listening to the story, Keiko Kandaji listened very seriously, until the old monster finished speaking, he hesitated for a while, and then asked softly:

"That... Mr. Shion, if you don't mind, could you please give me a little more detail about the information I found from Hojo's house? I have a few questions, I want to verify... Well, if you don't have time now , It’s okay to wait for the next time you are free."

Jiufeng Shiyuan didn't answer, but just glanced at Keiko Kandai with a playful look, and then smiled:

"Yes, let's set it to tomorrow morning. It just so happens that I can also sort out the information I have."

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A few minutes later.

The car has stopped at the entrance of the hotel.

Bai Shuiqiu and Jiufeng Ziyuan got out of the car one after another, exhorting Huizi a few words of "be careful of safety", and then stood by the side of the road, watching the girl go away in the car before turning around and walking into the hotel lobby.

"Domemon's family, there shouldn't be anything going on anymore..."

"Who knows."

Jiufeng Ziyuan shrugged, and his tone became a little lazy again. The expression and temperament of the whole person was different from what he had just in Qingpingzhai. Bai Shuiqiu glanced at the woman and asked tentatively: "Well, Shion-teacher these two days...Isn't it good to have a rest?"

In retrospect, on the phone call this morning, the old monster also mentioned that he was going to make up his sleep...

"Ok?"

Jiufeng Ziyuan was moving his neck, he was taken aback when he heard the words, and then smiled:

"Well, be it."

"The ancestors of my friend used to be famous master craftsmen in Kyoto, but in recent years, they have not helped people make magical crafts much. On the contrary, ordinary carpenters have done more. So I had to spend a little bit. In a moment, I discussed with him how to deal with this batch of ghost horns, and helped him tidy up things by the way, and be careful to delay it for a long time...

What, Xiaoqiu, after seeing the methods of Tu Yumen's family, do you want to see the finished products of these artifacts sooner? "

"That's not..."

Although he said that, to be honest, Bai Shuiqiu was a bit greedy for the magical artifact that could even be carried off by the strange fire on Tu Yumen Shouyi.

I don't know if the Blue Resentment Wind Chime, which was rebuilt by the old monster's "friend", can reach a similar level.

But for this kind of thing, there is no need to rush for a while.

After all, refining magical artifacts is a very time-consuming task in itself. When Bai Shuiqiu went to Yachiyo City to find Tsuda Swordsman to make a scabbard, it took several days, not to mention the magical tools made with ghost horns. The so-called slow work produces meticulous work, in order to get a more refined finished product, it should take a while to wait.

"Ah."

Jiufeng Shion smiled and said nothing.

During the conversation, the two had already exited the elevator and returned to the room rented by the Kyudo Department.

After Bai Shuiqiu brushed open the door and took off his shoes at the entrance, Jiufeng Ziyuan stretched out, and took advantage of Bai Shuiqiu's shoulders, pressing her body weight a little bit towards her: " Okay, don't think about things about Tu Yumen's house anymore. If you have too many thoughts, it will not grow well.

The most important thing now is to take a bath and then catch up with it, so that you can nourish your spirit... Do you want to be together? "

"do not want."

A black line appeared on Bai Shuiqiu's face, and he shook his head decisively and refused.

Jiufeng Ziyuan apparently knew this would be the answer for a long time, smiled, and Shi Shiran stood up again, took off his jacket and threw it on the bed, then unbuttoned his shirt and walked towards the bathroom.

In fact, for the old monsters, killing the white tiger monsters and severely injuring Tu Yumen Shouyi, even warming up is not counted, and it is impossible to sweat.

Taking a bath in such a hurry is probably just to cleanse the breath related to the Tuyumen on his body, and relieve himself from fatigue by the way.

After the sound of splashing water in the bathroom.

Bai Shuiqiu stretched out on the spot, and then walked a few steps to the balcony. First, he glanced at the direction of Qingpingzhai when he came just now, and then moved his gaze around to catch the sights of the near and far streets.

Seems to feel the oncoming cool breeze. The wind raccoon, who has been awkward in the car just now, is also refreshed. His limbs are pulled up on Bai Shuiqiu's shoulders, and a fluffy head is facing Looking around, the injuries on his body that were torn out by the white tiger demon began to heal at a slow speed under the breeze.

It's just that Bai Shuiqiu's attention was placed outside, so he didn't notice this change in the first place.

On a summer evening, the setting sun was falling, but the sky was not too dim. The quaint stone roads, walking on the bustling crowd, looked like a quiet picture of the years.

Can……

As early as a thousand years ago in the Heian era, this place was a fierce place where a hundred ghosts walked at night, surrounded by mountains and countless monsters and evil spirits, everyone was in danger.

Bai Shuiqiu closed his eyes slightly, and carefully went through what happened tonight and what everyone said at the banquet in his mind. Then he thought of what he had heard about peace from the classics and his population. The description of the times, various bits and pieces of keywords have been pieced together——

Akui, Hyakki Yexing, Dajiangshan Crusade, and...

"The Gate of Yellow Spring..."

Faintly, a line emerged in Bai Shuiqiu's mind, stringing these keywords together.

"If the gate of Huangquan mentioned by Tuyumen Shouyi is the gate to the country of Huangquan in the myth..."

Then the death of Prince Akine was not as simple as imagined, but it was likely to hide a shocking secret. Even the crusade against all the monsters initiated by Haruaki Abe, Gen Yoshimitsu and others may have something to do with this secret.

Moreover, Bai Shuiqiu has an intuition that if he goes too far into this matter, it may not be a good thing, and it may even cause endless troubles like Lantern Mountain at the beginning.

Wow----

Amid the sound of pushing the door, Jiufeng Shion walked out of the bathroom with only a bath towel wrapped around his body. She was holding her hair with her hands. She didn't see how she wiped it, and her long, wet hair quickly became dry: " I'm done, Xiaoqiu, do you want to go in and wash it?"

"Ok……"

Bai Shuiqiu nodded absentmindedly, and was about to turn around, but suddenly as if feeling something, he looked back in a certain direction in Kyoto City with a little doubt.

"What's wrong?"

Jiufeng Ziyuan approached and followed Bai Shuiqiu's line of sight to look out.

"No, nothing..."

Facing the old monster’s question, Bai Shuiqiu frowned and looked back a little strangely. In the middle, he was stopped for a moment by the two towers on Jiufeng Shiyuan’s chest that could not be wrapped in bath towels, and then turned and returned to the house. Start preparing for a change of clothes.

...

Located in Yasaka Shrine on the east side of Shijo Street.

It was still the quaint pavilion last time. In the afterglow of the setting sun, the pavilion itself, together with the two people sitting in it, cast a long shadow.

Rie Asakura wore a plain white long dress, quietly kneeling on the futon, looking at the chessboard in front of him, as if thinking about a strategy for the game.

for a long time.

The girl slowly stretched out her right hand, which was caged by the sleeve, picked up a white chess piece from the Tao Urn next to it, moved a few squares to the side, and gently dropped:

"Forty minutes ago, Bai Shuiqiu and Qingluhuo had come out of Qingpingzhai safe and sound. It seems that the contact between Tuyumen and them was not smooth, and the two parties broke up in a quarrel. Moreover, it seems that Tuyumen's family I also suffered a little extra and took the life of a Shikishen."

After a brief silence, the grey-clothed old man who was opposite coughed: "Is it from the few shikigami left behind by Qingming Gong?"

"..."

Asakura Rie did not immediately answer, but picked up another sunspot, hung in the air for a moment, and then placed it on another grid:

"No, this shikigami's life span is less than four hundred years... it should be the tiger demon who was conquered by Tsutomimon Hiroya in the Edo period.

You should have seen it a few years ago. The tiger demon haunted the mountains in Tamba Town. It was found by Yuya Tomimon and others. After being beaten into residual blood, he was forced to sign the [Blood Deed], and then Driven by Yuya's descendants. Passed down to this generation, the contract was transferred to the hands of Domitsu.

Apart from the two Shiki Gods on Qinggoro, among the few people who participated in the banquet, only this tiger demon was able to kill the wind raccoon beside Xiao Qiu. "

"The wind raccoon... Is that wind demon also caught?"

"No, it's just a little hurt."

Asakura Rie’s tone was very calm: "Moreover, the wind raccoon is actually indestructible, because its body is not a fox demon, but a spirit born from the wind, even if it is torn by the white tiger demon in this battle. Fragments, but as long as the body encounters the wind, it can be resurrected in a moment.

For them, every time they are seriously injured, it is an opportunity to temper the affinity of the natural elements. "

"……That's good."

The gray-clothed old man seemed to be relieved and looked down at the chessboard, but he snorted coldly in his mouth:

"In the past few years, the ambition of Tomimon has become bigger and bigger."

"Obviously, I have already grasped the highest authority of Yin and Yang Dao by virtue of the surviving power of my ancestors, but I still want to ask for more to turn the entire Kyoto practice world into my own utterance... Hmph, lack of people's hearts.

If they can lower their posture from the beginning, don't use that kind of domineering attitude to talk to Bai Shuiqiu, it won't be the situation today. "

"Fortunately, it was only a tiger demon that was killed by the green heron fire for more than three hundred years. The Tuyumen's family cares about their faces and shouldn't make a big fuss about it."

The old man sighed for a moment, then changed his tone:

"However, I was a little surprised. Seventy years later, there is still a young genius who is not inferior to Sana in the Baishui family. A thousand-year-old monster like Qingluhuo can be subdued by her. Almost wiped out the remnants of the ghost clan in Dajiangshan in the Thunder Valley...

Such a record, even Shirami Sana of the year, is probably nothing more than that. "

"..."

Asakura Rie's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

He just picked up another chess piece and dropped it on the chessboard.

From the point of view of the beholder, this scene is somewhat strange.

After all, the old and the young are sitting on both sides of the chessboard, and they both maintain the posture of sitting upright. It looks like they are playing against each other, but from the beginning to the end, the old man in gray has not raised his hands, just facing Kurei-e held a black and white chess piece at the same time. From time to time, he placed one on the chessboard. It turned out that one person played the two corners and played chess with himself.

However, the old man in gray seems to be accustomed to this kind of picture.

After his granddaughter stopped speaking, he closed his mouth and watched the situation on the chessboard. As more and more chess pieces fell, the changes continued.

Time passed slowly.

After a full hour, the entire chessboard was almost covered with black and white chess pieces, and the black side's big dragon climate had already been established, which had already pushed White into a desperate situation.

This game of chess finally showed signs of victory.

The old man kept seeing this place, patted his clothes, and slowly got up: "It's not early. After this round, you should prepare to wash your hands and eat. In a few days, let Wentai invite Xiao Qiu here, too. It’s a pity to meet this younger generation of the Shirasui family in person. It was a pity that he could not meet Shirasui Sana because of the long distance."

"By the way, my grandfather."

Asakura Rie retracted his gaze from the chessboard a little, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "There is one more thing, I just missed it."

"Ok?"

"At this banquet, Tu Yumen Shouyi probably said something that shouldn't be said, but Xiaoqiu and Qingluhuo heard it about...'The Gate of Huangquan'."

"!"

After hearing this word, the old man's movements immediately stopped, as if he had suddenly thought of something, the whole person's temperament changed rapidly, and his face shrunken because of his old age also became serious, faintly showing no anger. Powerful momentum:

"Tu Yumen...what does it mean to mention the gate of Huangquan at this time? What do they want to do? Collusion with the ghost clan... is it really just the actions of the Hojo clan, without the advice of others?!"

A series of questions like a bead made the air in the pavilion instantly tense.

From the perspective of bystanders, this speculation is reasonable.

After all, the status of the Tuomi Family in Yin Yang Dao is fundamentally the dominance of the family. In theory, it is impossible to hide the little action made by the Hojo Family. And if you know all this, but don't try to stop it, instead let the situation develop in an unpredictable direction...

The thoughts of the Tuyumen's family are really terrible.

However, compared to the old man's solemn expression, Asakura Rie still maintained the calm and watery expression just now, staring at the chessboard for a while, then dropped another chess piece, and said softly:

"Although the Tuyumen family has been declining, but after all, they are descendants of Qingming Gong's blood. No matter how unbearable the descendants, at least they can still hold the bottom line. At most, it is only a few tribesmen who want to seek personal gain."

"As for Tuyumen Shou, it was just a coincidence when he mentioned the'Yellow Spring Gate'.

But for Xiao Qiu, it's not a bad thing to get in touch with this secret earlier. After all, on the Lantern Mountain in Chiba County, there is still a country of yellow springs. As long as the Bailian Sect and the Jiuju faction are not completely annihilated, the secrets under the black pool will sooner or later be exposed to humans.

It will be a catastrophe no less than the Great Kanto Earthquake.

At that time, it is not only Tenme Shrine that will be involved, but even the large and small cultivating families in Kyoto will never be alone. "

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The Great Kanto Earthquake that occurred in 1923 was one of the worst disasters in the history of Toyo.

According to incomplete statistics, the number of people who died or went missing in that earthquake exceeded 150,000. If you count the wounded, it is even more numerous, even if it was the 311 earthquake that caused the leakage of the Fukushima nuclear power plant ten years ago. It cannot be compared in terms of the number of casualties.

Of course……

If we talk about the impact on later generations, the damage caused by the Fukushima incident is much more serious than a simple earthquake and tsunami.

But in any case, such a real "disaster of extinction", being said by Asakura Rie in such an understatement, seemed to be unreal.