Yuanshin: The Eye of God Lights Up Again

It's Fleur.

Although he said that he had no hope for his mother, Mu Xian still wondered how these two people stood aside.

Dots of starlight appeared in his mind, which were the scenes that Mu Xian had seen.

Keli who ran towards Fleur when leaving the island, and Abedo who followed behind Keli and passed Mu Xian.

A riotous monster that suddenly appeared on an outlying island.

Collect the materials of the Beastland Hound, as well as the notice in front of the Yaedo Hall to recruit manpower to crusade against the Golden King Beast.

Yae Kamiko who left Inazuma, the power that Kamizakura disappeared.

Amberdo, who suddenly disappeared, the yellow branch in the alley emitting a shimmer.

Finally, there was Fleur, who was standing next to General Raiden.

...

Mu Xian connected the thoughts in his head continuously, and only everything left to be confirmed.

"Xiao Baidai."

Mu Xian asked, "Have you ever seen a boy from Mond? He has short light blonde hair and is wearing a tailored white robe."

"As for the name, it's Abedo."

"Ambedo?" Xuan Donglin frowned, folded his arms and said, "I've never heard of this name."

"But, I saw the guy you talked about. He seemed to have fainted and was taken away by the shogunate soldiers."

Xuan Dong Lin Qin's words confirmed the thoughts in Mu Xian's heart, and the vague outline of the matter gradually emerged.

Mu Xian's impression of Amberdo is limited to Ke Li's description and the passing of that moment.

Even in this appearance, Mu Xian can feel the extraordinaryness of this young man.

Even if General Thunder made a move, it would be impossible for Amberdo to disappear suddenly under so many pairs of eyes, without even a hint of warning.

Unless someone he knew called him to a corner where no one was around, and then made a surprise move.

As for who I know...the answer seems obvious.

Mu Xian stood up from the ground, what Mu Xian has to do now is to reconfirm some things from Ke Li.

Although what happened to Inazuma now had nothing to do with Mu Xian, since General Thunder's plan required the power of the sacred cherry tree, Mu Xian could only destroy the plan.

Throwing the handle of the knife in his hand on the ground casually, Mu Xian looked at Zaoyou next to him.

The little girl looked at Mu Xian who stood up, her face was worried and a little bit disappointed.

"Don't worry." Mu Xian sensed Zaoyou's loss, and reached out to pat her head.

"I will accompany you to the Rongcai Festival tomorrow." Although I didn't promise you.

Mu Xian's words made Zaoyou's eyes light up again, and his excited look was not at all lazy as before.

"I knew the teacher would not forget."

Saying that, Zaoyou was about to hug Mu Xian, but was pushed away by Mu Xian.

The little girl who was pushed away was not at all disappointed, and she still had a happy look on her face.

But it's not just Muxian and Zaoyou.

Xuandong Linqin still crossed her arms. She looked at the two intimate people in front of her, her entire face hidden in the shadows, with no expression at all.

Perhaps because he felt that the scene in front of him didn't seem to be worth his own words, Xuan Donglin put down his arms covering his chest, turned around and left.

"Where's Xiaobai?"

Mu Xian's voice behind him made Xuan Dong Lin Qin stop, and the stopped footsteps gave Xuan Dong Lin Qin enough time to hear what Mu Xian was going to say next.

"Xiao Baidai, do you want to go together?"

"Go on your own."

Xiaobai didn't turn around: "I'm not interested in going to these inexplicable festivals."

After finishing speaking, Xuan Dong Lin Qin paused on the spot for a long time, but did not hear Mu Xian's next words for a long time.

Unable to restrain herself, she turned her body back, but there was no original figure in the position where Mu Xian was standing in her sight.

The ground there is empty and flat, and the small hole made by Kunai and the wet soil beside the small hole can be faintly seen.

"That's enough."

There was a voice in the darkness impatient with everything, but the impatience in it was stronger than ever.

"Who is your real student..."

Chapter 74 The word death is written in the festival

As the first festival after the end of the Eye Hunting Order, the Rongcai Festival has been prepared for a long time.

"This Rongcai Festival is to celebrate the end of the Inazuma Eye Hunting Order."

Although it is not stated explicitly, it is something that everyone knows well.

Its lively level even attracted visitors from other countries, so that the entire Ganjin Island couldn't hold such a big festival, so it could only be placed on an outlying island.

There are many visitors, and there are more stalls at the festival.

Some hawkers will grab better stalls in order to get more business.

Before the official start of the Rongcai Festival, disputes over interests were everywhere.

There are thousands of faces in people, there are those who work hard for their interests, and those who give up part of their interests for the sake of their minds.

Perhaps it is because this kind of non-competition looks so much like Buddha that they are called "Buddhist elements" by others.

Yashima Taro is counted among the Buddhist schools.

He didn't like to waste time in such negative emotions arguing with others.

Be it the sunshine, the laughter of others... Life is short, and he hopes to enjoy all these beautiful things as much as possible.

So enjoyment has developed his lazy character.

Because he thought that other hawkers might take his place, Taro Yashima was too lazy to quarrel with them, so he chose the most remote place.

Because he thought that doing other businesses would cause conflicts with customers, Yashima Taro chose a business that was least likely to cause disputes.

There is a stack of white paper, an inkstone next to the paper, and a note hanging next to the table.

[Fifty Morads per piece of paper]

The shelves on the other side are empty, but are obviously used to display calligraphy works.

All in all, it's a stall that pays customers to show calligraphy to other people, and the stall is even a bit rudimentary.

The combination of many conditions made the entire stall empty.

Taro Yashima was also happy to relax, lying on a deck chair that was more delicate than the stall, watching the crowds.

The only pity is that there is no sunlight in the corner.

Thinking like this, a few pieces of mola fell into Taro Yashima's arms.

The weight on his chest made Yashima Taro look in the direction where Mora threw it.

A man wearing a ghost mask and...a dwarf.

"Can you write now?"

The masked man asked, his cold voice seemed crisp and clear.

Yo?Coming for business?

Yashima Taro put Mora away and stood up from the reclining chair.

"If you want any brush and ink, please choose freely."

The man in the mask didn't speak, he randomly picked the brush on the table, and put his eyes under the mask on the lighter colored ink on the table.

Seeing this, Yashima Taro tsk secretly in his heart, not knowing whether he chose well or not.

In terms of value, the materials required for this kind of light ink are scarce, and they are also quite expensive.

But calligraphy is not about value, but about suitability.

If it is not someone who has been immersed in calligraphy for many years, it is difficult to write a good character with this very light ink color.

Those who can't control this kind of light ink are just spending money to make a fool of themselves.

But Yashima Taro didn't want to say more.

After all, as long as people spend money, they become self-important, and a good-hearted persuasion will end up being scolded in the end.

The Rongcai Festival is still so long, Yashima Taro doesn't want to lose his good mood for this day.

Seeing the man in the mask stained with ink, Taro Yashima also set his sights on the paper.

He had even thought about how to comfort the masked man after he broke his handwriting.

It was written the same as others, Yashima Taro said: much better than others.

If it is really unsightly, Taro Yashima said: Others write similarly to you.

Thinking like this, the brush draws each stroke on the paper with ink.

Slowly, Taro Yashima's eyes changed from the previous casualness to seriousness, and the seriousness in his eyes continued to gather. The quantitative change led to a qualitative change, and then turned into reverence.

The strokes on the paper are clearly visible, without any blurring caused by light ink.

There is no stagnation between the turning points of the strokes, which makes people really feel the will of the author.

Compared with others, it is really much better!

It’s not consolation, it’s really much better than others! Even Michizuma’s calligraphy of everyone’s characters didn’t give Taro Yashima such a bright feeling.

It's just that the words on it...

Seeing the masked man put down the brush, Yashima Taro took out the paper on the table with writing on it, only to find that the ink had stained the next paper through the paper.

Compared with the writing in Yashima Taro's hand, although the writing on the next sheet of white paper was much blurred, the outline of it could be seen.