The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

Sitting face to face in front of the campfire, their eyes were opposite each other in silence.

It was late at night, but the journey still had not reached the end. Wu also chose to rest midway, and Meihong did not raise any objections.

The two stopped at the outskirts of Kyoto. In the city shrouded in darkness, there seemed to be no trace of the living.

".Isn't this too strange?"

Meihong looked at Takeya with dark eyes, and was the first to break the silence: "Why is there such a big movement, but no one came to investigate? Is Kyoto's defense already weak to this extent?"

"no."

This time Takeru did not choose to escape, but stood up and looked at the gate of Kyoto from a distance: "Look there."

"Huh?" Meihong looked in the direction indicated by Wu Ye. There was nothing underneath the city gate, not even a single guard guarding the gate could be seen.

This is obviously very wrong.

Meihong cast a puzzled look at Wuye, but the latter did not answer. He just put out the bonfire with soil and walked toward the city gate with Meihong.

When the two of them approached the city, Meihong was shocked to realize that it was not that there were no guards guarding the gate, but that there was no one in the entire city.

Meihong couldn't help but fly into the sky. From the air, she could completely take in the whole city's scenery.

On the deserted streets, only the lanterns on the roadside were lit alone. The gorgeous Kabukicho was still brightly lit, but there was not a single soul.

This extremely strange scene made Meihong feel a chill in her back.

In this Kyoto, which was almost completely normal except for the absence of any sign of human activity, there was only one place that could attract Meihong's attention.

That is Fujiwara House.

She flew towards that place involuntarily, and Takeru followed her silently without saying a word.

It should have been a forgotten memory long ago, but Meihong's body seemed to be guided by something, and she accurately found the location of Fujiwara House.

Unlike other places in Kyoto, only this place is a dilapidated scene.

It was an extremely abrupt scene difference. The stalls used by merchants during the day were clearly visible on the street in front of them. The bustling scenery could be clearly felt even now when there was no one around.

But it happened to be in such an environment that the Fujiwara House was in ruins with the door number falling to the ground. Spider webs were covered in the broken door. When it was gently pushed open, the sound of squeaking and grinding teeth was almost hard to hear.

The front yard was horribly dirty, as if no one had cleaned it for several years. There were fallen leaves all over the ground, and even the few tea trees that Fujiwara Bubi had planted with his own hands were dead.

Stepping into it, the feeling of being in another world filled Meihong's mind. She couldn't help but bend down and wanted to pick up the broom that had been casually thrown on the ground, but was stopped by a sudden burst of flames.

The blazing fireball ignited a path of fire along the ground. Meihong shook off the burnt black on her hands with a cold face, straightened up and looked towards the direction of the attack.

"What?" Her eyes widened, and after she uttered a note of surprise, she kept her mouth open and froze in place.

For no other reason than because the guy who attacked her was her "self".

He has white hair and red eyes, and the flame feathers wrapped around his body condense into the shape of wings, like the spread wings of a phoenix, exuding a dangerous aura.

There is no doubt that it is "myself".

Meihong didn't know how to describe this weird feeling. She should be the genuine one, but the other person seemed to be "her" no matter what aspect she looked at.

Like the Huiyin I met before, this "Mei Hong" had no possibility of communication and launched an attack the moment she saw her.

Fortunately, she already had the strange Huiyin as a buffer. This time, Meihong didn't have too many entanglements when she saw her other self.

She lit her own flame, and in the next second, two balls of red flame collided in the air. Her fist and the opponent's fist hit each other, and even the strength seemed to be almost the same.

"Tch, pretending to be a ghost!"

No matter who the opponent is, Meihong will not show mercy, and after fighting Huiyin, she has vaguely grasped the way to fight these strange guys.

Although the abilities and physical qualities they possess are almost exactly the same, the use of this power is completely different.

After a brief confrontation, Meihong confirmed that although the opponent was equally powerful as herself, it was far behind in terms of operation.

"Give me a rest, you!"

Seizing the opportunity to interrupt the opponent's accumulation of energy, Meihong punched the opponent's head, and "she" flew out and collapsed the front yard wall, unable to get up again.

This is the only way to deal with the immortal Penglai people. Although it is not really killing the opponent, Meihong can guarantee that this guy will not be able to get up for a while.

Meihong turned around subconsciously, but Wuye was still standing far outside the door, with no intention of coming in. Obviously, according to the previous order, he should come in at this time and do something to the fallen "self".

Soon, Meihong knew the reason why the opponent was immobile, because there was another opponent.

"Hey, hey, what the hell is this, a mirror war?"

Looking at the boy who was holding Gungnir in front of her in a numb manner, Meihong supported her head, feeling a little headache.

After getting rid of "myself", the next one who appeared was "Wu Ye".

Turning around again and looking at the real Takeya outside the door, she shrugged helplessly. Meihong sighed and simply knocked down the "Takeya" in front of her.

No pressure.

It would be better to say that the enemies he encountered along the way seemed to be getting weaker and weaker. At first, Kaguya could still pose a bit of a threat to him, and so did Huiyin. But now, the other self and Takeya are almost just there to go through the motions. .

When both of them fell to the ground, Takeya finally stepped into Fujiwara's house and took away the two glass beads from their bodies.

Suddenly, Meihong seemed to finally remember where she had seen the glass bead.

Before, a long, long time ago, she had seen something wrong, had it.

Isn't that a Nanban toy? It seemed to be very popular in Kyoto at that time. Although Meihong lived a miserable life in the Fujiwara family as an unappreciated child, she could barely afford such a thing. .

So why does Wu also collect this kind of toys? And still collect it from these strange guys?

While thinking, a group of resentful spirits rustled around them.

The corner of Meihong's mouth couldn't help but twitch. The resentful spirits in front of her were actually a bit reluctant to call them resentful spirits. It's just that a group of spirits were unable to escape from reality and were forcibly left behind. They were created because they could not return to the pure land for a long time. Resentment.

Their threat level was almost non-existent. Even though they looked menacing, Meihong burned them all with a single fire.

What the hell, the enemy is actually getting weaker and weaker.

After dispelling all the resentful spirits, the road that appeared led all the way to the depths of the backyard. Meihong was no longer interested in continuing this nasty game. She quickened her pace and ran towards the end.

It was a small courtyard. After they accidentally came to this era, they gained the right to live here by impressing Fujiwara Fuhi with their knowledge.

Although it was short-lived, this small courtyard was an important place of memories for Wuye, Meihong, and that little devil.

So this is ah.

Meihong raised her head in sudden realization. Her whole body was surrounded by flames. The small courtyard, Fujiwara House, Kyoto, and even the sky and the earth were surrounded by flames.

This is the continuation of the dream.

The outline of the little girl in the dream gradually became clearer, with short white hair, gray eyes, bloody body, and the hatred hidden in the darkness, wrapped in endless flames.

that's me.

That is, Fujiwara Meihong.

Really, Meihong.