Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"Huh? Are you talking about..."

Reimeng was startled suddenly, Wu Ye's words finally reminded her of those forgotten details in the past.

In terms of temperament, neither Takeya nor Reimu are very enthusiastic about learning. Among the three little kids who grew up playing at the shrine, Marisa barely loves to read, after all, they are magicians.

The remaining Reimeng and Wu are basically the ones who saw Teacher Huiyin turn their heads and leave. Wu Ye's reason is very simple, because he doesn't want to study even while dreaming, he will be bald!

As for Reimu, it is purely troublesome. In fact, in terms of talent, Reimu is far above everyone, and she is the one who taught a certain ice essence 12⑨ counting method.

Under such circumstances, the knowledge that can be learned and remembered by the two of them can be said to be very scarce, but that is the case, they still firmly remember the four words of Prince Shotoku in their minds.

Naturally, there was only one reason for this, and that was that Reimu and Wu also took the initiative to accept this part of the knowledge under the influence of the maidens.

At that time, the maidens of the first generation touched their curiosity, but there was only one sentence--

"That person's head, I heard it was printed on a 10,000 yuan coin from the outside world."

According to Wu Ye's later research, Prince Shotoku's head was indeed printed on a coin worth 10,000 yuan. It just seems to be a matter of the twentieth century, but even so, it cannot be denied that she is powerful.

Once Reimu even planned to worship Prince Shotoku as a god, because doing so would make her feel closer to Saiqian.

At this moment, Reimu seemed to finally understand what Wu Ye meant by the bad news.

"Yaoshou!" Reimeng let out a scream, holding his head as if avoiding reality: "Who is not good enough to beat 10,000 yuan?!"

"Hey, it's not ten thousand yuan, it's the prince, the prince! It's rude to say that people are ten thousand yuan?"

"Is there a difference?! Stupid! Slow! Why didn't you remind me earlier!"

"The ghost knows that the one who crawled out of the grave will be Prince Shotoku! Only by wearing Taoist clothes can the ghost guess her identity!"

"So it's Cuixiang's fault?"

"Listen to me well! Hey! Not that way!"

"Ah, what should I do now?"

Reimu started gnawing his fingers in an unimaginative way, and seeing Dewu couldn't help but want to remind him to pay attention to his image. He really didn't want to be stopped by someone to ask about the style of the so-and-so maiden that day.

"No! We can't wait any longer!"

Reimu seemed to have made up his mind. At this moment, the faith in her eyes was so firm: "Save people, save people! First, get 10,000 yuan out!"

"I've said it, not ten thousand yuan, but the prince...what the hell?!"

The two of them were preparing to go down. Suddenly, a wave of air hit Wu Ye, and even Reimeng almost failed to stand firm. After pulling up Wu Ye, the two looked down and saw a soaring sky. His overbearing demon power is not much weaker than Fengjian Youxiang.

And the release of this evil spirit is not someone else, it is real Akong.

Wu Ye stared at A Kong in the center of the air wave with his eyes rounded. In an instant, he only felt that the coldness of the opponent seemed familiar.

Chapter 49 The Awakening

"Even so, this is a helpless choice, so...Farewell."

Siji Yingji didn't have anything that could be called a weapon, and if she had to say it, it was just the ordinary stick of repentance in her hand.

She judged the deceased. She was originally not qualified to take action on the living. Hades didn’t have pure good or bad. Her view of right and wrong was just a sign to the dead.

But now, Siji Yingji has to use her own hands to judge an undead soul. This is undoubtedly a violation of the rules of the world, but unfortunately, perhaps everyone has forgotten, or everyone is not. Willing to believe that--

On the ground, no one can stop the Lord Yama.

The top of the rod of repentance is a sharp shape. Siji Yingji aimed it at Huo Qing'e's heart. With this stabbing, the other party would not have to suffer too much pain, and the death that came quietly was the most peaceful.

The cold and dead silence enveloped the huge Quzhi Hall, Siji Yingji gently raised her hand to give her stick of repentance a room for acceleration, and then stabbed it without mercy.

"Well……"

Huo Qing'e couldn't help letting out a muffled groan, the pain of being torn apart was so strong, and now that the sea of ​​consciousness was clear, she was like a suffering saint, bearing this meaningless sin.

The blood blossoms blooming on her chest were condensed into lines, tickly falling down the stick of repentance, the last time opened the countdown in her mind, and she seemed to be able to see her own death line.

Ushering in the end of the name of death, Huo Qing'e's eyes flashed with many unwritten regrets, one stroke by one stroke, some left, some relieved, some regretted, some disdainful, and in the end, she used thoroughly The throat that smelled of bloody sweet and blood issued his own question-

"Why, stopped?"

As the tide of death retreated, Huo Qing'e stretched out her hand and stroked the stick of contrition that had only been inserted in the small half on her chest, with deep doubts on her face: "Why?"

Siji Yingji did not answer her question, but stood up silently, ignoring the stick of repentance that was still on Huo Qing'e, leaving behind a confinement technique, turned and left the hall.

Huo Qing'e looked at Siji Yingji's leaving figure with complicated eyes. She could feel that the other party's killing intent and determination were not fake. Stopping or something was completely unreasonable.

In fact, the same is true. Siji Yingji never thought about keeping her hands, but an accident made her have to stop her movements.

Quickly walked to the door of the main hall, her uncertain expression showed Siji Yingji's uneasy heart.

Looking at the opposite bank of Santu River, in the direction of Gensokyo, she couldn't help but muttered, "Akong is awakened? How could this be possible, it was a whole year and a half faster than planned, is this also the result of the change? ..."

...

The wind is roaring.

No, it is not the wind that roars, but the ominous demon power in the wind.

The sun disappeared, and the demon cloud formed by the huge demon power covered the sky. It was not the lightning in the sky that roared, but the flames from hell.

Gushing and spinning, the dark red fire of hell was jumping, singing the tragic song of death and despair, and the blood-colored Akong was filled with blood, standing on the earth like a rebirth from the fire.

"Ah, are you back?"

It seemed to be a greeting from a wife waiting for her husband's return. Feng Jian Youxiang's face was covered with a sickly flush, and her trembling body was not because of fear, but to welcome the best pleasure that was coming.

"...In the way."

Akong's icy gaze swept across the wind in front of him and saw Youxiang, the flame focused by the hand cannon on his right wrist rolled over without any explanation, and the large sea of ​​flowers was instantly burned into scorched earth.

The crackling sounds one after another, the beloved flower was treated so cruelly, Feng Jian Yuxiang was not angry, or that the appearance of "Akong" had completely eradicated such inferior emotions from her.

Seeing that Youxiang had to retreat with the domineering flame, A Kong's sharp eyes fell on the two in the sky.

But it was not Wu Ye and Ling Meng, but Shen Zi and Tu Zigu.

"There is an ancient flavor in the technique. This is the trick of the Onmyoji... So that's it, is it you?"

The indifferent question fell in the ears of the two. Shenzi and Tu Zigu didn't understand why she, who was still a companion last second, instantly became hostile.

No, it doesn't seem right to say that, she doesn't seem to belong to either side, because she seems to have attacked people on both sides at the same time.