Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

The honest Hell Crow Akong said bluntly: "Just now I suddenly couldn't feel the breath of the master!"

"Akong is going to find him!"

"but……"

Gu Ming felt a bit embarrassed, because Akong could not leave the ground, not only because her power was too destructive, but also because too many people had warned her not to let Akong leave the ground.

Among them, the entrustment of Hades made Gu Ming not dare to treat it at will.

A Kong is a dead brain, what she believes will not be changed anyway, even Gu Ming Dijue, who has the power to read the mind, feels deeply powerless, because she has encountered Ah that is meaningless to the ability to read mind air.

"Oh, what should I do..."

...

Everyone in Gensokyo is moved by the light curtain in the sky, either responsibility, interest, or whim.

At this moment, as the center of discussion, where the initiators of these light curtains, Wu Ye and Meihong, no one knows, even Wu Ye and Meihong themselves.

For Wu Ye, when he recovered, he had changed from being a robber to being robbed.

"You rude guy! How dare you stop the right minister's frame! Are you tired of life! Come here, take them all down for me!"

Brush and brush——!

More than a dozen long dazzling knives came out of their sheaths, and a dozen guys in armor surrounded him. Wu Ye was silly in an instant. What's this all about!

"Hey, Meihong, when has this degree of armedness in the human world...?"

The killing intent in the opponent's eyes shocked him, and the chill on the knife made him tremble. Suddenly Wu had lost an inch, and he could only hope that the girl behind him was red.

It's just that Meihong's appearance is no better than him. She was also shocked by the other party, but the reason for her shock was that she was also very different from Wu.

"Impossible...that is the family crest of Fujiwara, and the frame of Minister Right? How could this be...!"

After shaking, Mei Hong's face was still pale, but she still pulled Wu Ye past her, gritted her teeth and asked:

"Wu Ye, you fellow, what wish did you make with the Wanbao Mallet!"

Chapter 9 Mr. Kosaka

Da da.

The startled deer in the courtyard made a crisp sound, sitting cross-legged on the noble tatami, and the air seemed to be filled with the smell of nobility.

In the tea-scented antique room, Wu Ye was sitting in distress. Although he repeatedly warned him not to be nervous, the slightly trembling hands behind him were still full of sweat.

The maid around me no longer knew how many cups of tea she had added to herself, and Wu always habitually drank it every time, not only to cover up his panic, but also because he didn't know how to taste tea at all.

However, even if Wu was taken up and abandoned by the maidens of the previous generation, which caused him to not understand tea at all, then he could perceive from his years of experience that this tea was by no means ordinary.

"This is the tea shipped from the mainland, Mr. Gaosaka must be familiar with it?"

"When, of course..."

The upper master pulled Wu Ye's mind back from the sky with a word. He subconsciously put his gaze on the middle-aged man who was talking, but immediately moved away.

Excluding those on TV, the highest-ranking person Wu Ye has ever seen in his life in his life is just a citizen representative of that level, so facing such a guy with aristocratic temperament in his actions, he can't get used to it at all.

Fujiwara is not waiting, two ministers of right, this is the person who is talking to Takeya now.

This seemingly great middle-aged uncle is actually really great. Although I don't know how to describe it, he is already great for being able to make Wu, a historical idiot, remember his name in books.

However, these are not the main points. The main point is that the Minister of the Right is a figure in the Nara period, which is an antique from the age of Takeya more than a thousand years ago.

If this situation weren't for the whole family to run out of the grave, then he must be dreaming.

But if you want to say that this is a dream, then this dream is too real!

Takeya's thoughts began to fly free again. It was accidental once or twice, but it was only three times. Fujiwara put down the tea cup in his hand and asked with concern: "Mr. Takasaka? But the hospitality was not good?"

"Uh, no! Of course not, you are too worried..."

"Haha, I have overlooked this. Mr. Kosaka has been struggling all the way, so he should go to rest first."

"Thank you so much..."

Wu also subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and this scene was just a smile in Fujiwara's eyes, nothing was broken.

Fujiwara's unparalleled understanding made Wu very grateful. He was obviously a middle-aged uncle, but he did not show the slightest rigidity, and even made Wu feel good about it.

"Tonight, I hope I can have dinner with Mr. Kosaka. I am impressed by your knowledge. Please be sure to visit us."

"No, no, you're overwhelmed, I'm just..."

"cough."

Wu Ye just wanted to be humble, and suddenly a light cough that couldn't be found came into his ears, and Mei Hong, who was sitting not far away, shook her head gently, and then quietly squirmed her lips.

"Ah, you're right," Wu Ye put away the humility on his face, pretending to be serious and authentic: "For those who have traveled in the mainland, learning and knowledge have always made him complacent."

"I fully understand this. No one else I have seen is your wisdom." Fujiwara did not get angry because of Takeya's arrogant words, but the smile on his face added a bit more. .

Then Fujiwara Bubi waited to recruit a maid, and asked her to take Wu Ya to the room to rest first, walking on the extremely comfortable tatami, Wu Ya felt that every foot was vain.

As soon as he left the study room where Fujiwara Bubi was waiting, and before he walked far, Takeya's whole body softened, but fortunately, the red-eyed sister who followed quickly stepped forward to hold him.

Thanks to Meihong's carefulness, Wu didn't make any jokes, and the two came to the guest room safely.

After entering the door, Wu Ye lay on the ground with a slap, about the size of a dried salted fish. She couldn't get up even twice, and the red eyes of the girl on one side twitched.

"Hey, get up, is it too shameful?"

"No, now I just want to be quiet, don't ask me who is quiet..."

"..."

Seeing Wu Ye's appearance, Meihong felt weak in her heart. Now she only felt that the appearance of the other party was very appropriate to describe in one sentence.

The mud can't support the wall.

"I said, what are you worried about? I'm right there. Are you afraid of being like this?"

"It's easy to say, why don't you go by yourself if you are by the side?"

"Nonsense! If I can do it by myself, I still need to see you ashamed over there!"

"..."