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In a prosperous place like Chiyo-ku, Tokyo, there should have been police to ease the traffic long ago.

The head of the Metropolitan Police Department who is not enough to receive the call personally received the call. Today, the traffic on this street is to be blocked because an important person is going to travel.

Ordinary people see this row of luxury cars worth billions, and they have already dispersed.

But as people who eat melons, they are very curious about what happened in the Sedum Flow Dojo.

Although counted as a three-liu dojo in the Onmyoji, as an extraordinary force, Sedum is also a small landlord in Chidai District.

Li Fu got out of the car first, and opened the door to Yiqi Heren in the back seat like a dog. He didn't have the backbone of a reincarnation at all.

"My lord, please."

There was no arrogance in Yiqi's immature face at this time, he nodded plainly, as if everything were taken for granted.

When the dojo was sealed off, Jingtian Yixin, the chief executive officer of Jingtianliu, had already been waiting at the door.

The opponent is so aggressive, I'm afraid it is a bad one.

Seeing the teacher who hadn't even looked at him before, Yiqi Kazuto smiled kindly, "Teacher, you came out to meet him in person, and I really feel ashamed."

"Heren, what do you mean?" Jingtian held back his angry anger.

Although the Yiqi family is his optimistic money bag, if Yiqi Kazuto does not give an explanation today, he wants to let the Yiqi family know what is called Extraordinary Wealth.

"Teacher, let's talk in the dojo, it's shameful to solve it at the door."

Yiqi Kazuto still smiled like a spring breeze.

Seeing the melon-eating crowds around him, Jing Tian nodded intently.

In the empty dojo hall, pure wooden pillars support the seven-meter-high space, and the floor that can only be seen by others is cleaned by disciples every day.

In the past, Yiqi Heren was a coolie doing this kind of work.

Sedum sat in the seat of the general seat with a single heart, and behind him was a picture of Sakyamuni descending the devil.

In fact, Japanese onmyojis are also called alchemists. They combine onmyoji and Taoism from the East, as well as Buddhist mantras plus native witchcraft and the methods of imperial ghosts and gods.

Known as a group of extraordinary people who are proficient in astronomy, geography, physiognomy, witchcraft, exorcism, and sacrifice...

But the so-called proficiency is nothing more than a statement that they put gold on their faces.

From the above introduction, you can see how amateurish they are.

Except for a few masters of onmyoji such as Abe Seimei, the status of onmyoji in neon is not superior, but equivalent to the inferior class of the gods of the East.

Because warriors, monks, and priests who are also transcendents do not need to have a group of people to share their interests.

The real prosperity of Onmyoji was only a short one hundred years in the Heian period, or the time when Abe Haruaki and Ashiya Michi had two people, and onmyoji, a third-rate transcendent profession, shined brightly.

Even rulers need to set up yin and yang rooms to worship the onmyojis.

However, with the death of two stunningly talented masters, under the fierce counterattack of the samurai, monk, and priest, onmyoji quickly declined and turned from orthodox to rural legend.

If the people of Neon Country really have problems like gods and monsters, the first reaction is the priest, the second reaction is the monk, and the third reaction is the onmyoji.

So this is a glamorous profession in the legend, but in fact it is hard to say.

It's like seeing senior brothers and sisters holding offers with an annual salary of more than 10,000 before you choose your major, but when you graduate, you realize that the market is saturated and even the hardies earn more than you.

Otherwise, Sedum would not recruit Yiqi and people who had no talent, and he would not look at his father's six private hospitals.

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However, as an inheritor of the dojo, Sedum Yixin still has an aura of anger.

"Heren, you need to give me an explanation." His eyes were half-opened and half-closed, revealing a murderous intent.

Without waiting to speak to someone, a row of burly men in black clothes and sunglasses behind him opened a suitcase in his hand and spread a bundle of ten thousand yuan bills all over the floor.

The pale yellow, simple and elegant dojo suddenly became a sea of ​​money, and the rancid smell of dark green money was like a group of barbarians, disturbing the pure sandalwood fragrance.

But everyone is indulged in the scent of ink. Neon's unique banknote ink is said to be very expensive to print and has no value in making counterfeit banknotes.

Because there is no need to worry about counterfeit banknotes, neon people generally store large amounts of cash at home, and deposits in banks have negative interest rates.

The disciples in the dojo secretly swallowed, this is the reward for how many commissioned tasks they have to do.

Jingtian Yixin suddenly smiled kindly, "Heren, although you care about the development of the dojo, you don't have to be so direct. You know the account of the dojo, and you can just put the money in the account."

After speaking, he wanted to ask the two disciples to gather the money on the ground.

Yiqi and Ren nodded, "The money is indeed used for the development of the dojo, and the rest is also for the living allowances of the brothers, but before that, I want to ask the teacher to give me all the dojo."

Iki Kazuto bowed sincerely while sitting cross-legged.

This is the neon etiquette culture. Although they want to take the next step and slash you at you, before that, they politely even admire real knights.

The most famous Iaizhan is the sword-drawing technique developed to deal with this situation.

Sedum's smile solidified, "What do you mean?"

Iki Kazuto raised his head and smiled warmly, "I just want to ask the teacher to clean up and leave the house. After all, with your low talent, it is really difficult to lead Sedum."

"Hahaha." Jingtian smiled wildly, "Heren, although you have ambitions, do you know the most important thing about an onmyoji?"

Following his sullen words, the evil demon suppressed by the palm of the Buddha grinned in the picture of Sakyamuni Demon behind and walked out of the picture.

It was entangled with muscles, like a python, up to four meters tall, with a string of human skulls on its neck, and purple ghost fire lingering on its indigo skin.

Cracks appeared on the thick floor under its bare feet.

"Yixin, is it time to eat blood again?"

Jingtian saw Yiqi Kazuto frowning and smiled, "I didn't expect it, this is life."

Yiqi Kazuto said to the servants who followed, "The floor will be replaced later. I don't want to see any incompleteness. My God will stay here for one night today."

The servants in black are all well-trained dead waiters of the chaebol. They are the kind of cruel people who sleep in the dead and eat raw beef the next day.

Even as mortals, facing evil spirits, they would not be the slightest fear, but would rush to bite a piece of flesh before death.

"Yes, my lord."

After the order was over, Yiqi and Talent smiled and said to Sedum with one heart, "It's the shikigami offered by the Sedum family."

Sedum Yixin has realized that it's wrong, and he solemnly said, "It is the ghost and god Sedum is proud of, Osu Mimo, who has the power to pull the mountain, you still have time to leave now."

"Leave?" Yiqi Heren took out a golden card from his arms.

The next moment, before everyone could react, the black and white double knives smashed the so-called Xu Mi Mo and Sedum into pieces of flesh.

The human scarlet blood mixed with the ink-colored monster blood, dyeing all the banknotes red.

Iki Kazuto smiled and said, "My god taught me that if I want to surpass the teacher, the easiest way is to kill him."

"So, teacher, please rest assured that Sedum Sedum will flourish in my hands."

He bowed to the minced meat, then raised his head, his gaze squinted, like a sharp blade cut across everyone's face, until no one dared to look at him, he said in a loud voice, "I'll lead the way. Who approves the post of Sedum Sedum? Who opposes?"