Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

In Jing's words, he did not understand nine of the ten sentences, but this did not prevent him from perceiving the extreme danger. In normal times, he would definitely make excuses for bugging, or he would just pretend to die, but this time—

I didn't know if it was for a moment's anger, or the completely revealed mask in my heart was causing trouble, Wu also stood firm.

"...Hey, who is going to run away?" Wu Ye raised his brows and laughed: "This is a rare opportunity to be handsome. After I have dealt with all these troubles, I must show off to Reimu. Row!"

Even Wu himself didn't know how much he was trying to be aggressive in his speech, and how much was to increase his vague confidence, but this time he no longer had any excuses to find.

It was indeed him who made the choice.

"It looks like you have made a decision, so go ahead."

Jing didn't make any comments on Wu Ye's decision, but only faintly confessed, but the unzipped eyebrows made her previously tight expression a lot easier.

"Remember, Wuya, this time it’s not the goddess’ mischief that allows you to witness the grievances with whom, nor the memory of the remaining words in the key that is causing trouble, but you really want to use the power of the Moon’s Ritual. Go to that place, where it all started."

"From now on, no one can help you, because it is not someone else's memory, but a story you wrote yourself. There is only one way to save everyone, and that is to restore the trajectory of the world to what it should have been. , The only thing that can do this is you, Wu Ye."

"Well, go, she has been waiting for you for a long time."

As the words fell, the light of the Wanbao Mallet was already invisible. At that moment, the entire moon surface burst into a strange brilliance, even more dazzling than the sun.

Whether it is a monster or a god, at this moment, they are amazed by the light curtain that fills the sky under the moon wheel.

At this moment, a familiar feeling swept through Wu Ye's body, as if the last torrent of the dam had broken down. For a while, all the questions seemed to have answers.

From night to day, the abundant spiritual power in the air and the smell of blood that shouldn't have appeared made him almost stunned on the spot. If he had not been familiar with the tricky and strange swordsmanship to his bones, he was afraid that he would have fallen to the ground at this moment. Up.

At the same time, Reimu, who was still under the moonlit night, suddenly felt a sad emotion. Under Marisa's shocked reminder, Reimu realized that there were two lines of tears on his face.

She didn't know why she cried suddenly, and she didn't know why she suddenly felt such sadness, she only knew that she was worthy of the moon princess now.

Although there is no basis or reason, Reimu firmly believes that in Gensokyo, at this moment, no one can match him.

However, whether it was Wuya under the day or Reimu under the moonlight, what they didn’t know was--

On the surface of the moon, in the capital of the moon, the Guanghan Palace was empty, only a golden key, lying quietly on the wreckage of the jade steps, half-falling cigarettes, slowly burning to the end, scattered Finished the last wisp of smoke.

It was like a dream, or a little fairy tale.

No one knew, after closing her eyes quietly, the dark tentacles were like a whirlpool, instantly swallowing her fragmented body, as if she was in an endless mist, her eyes were blindfolded, when the light appeared behind her, She turned around and seemed to return to the familiar shrine.

Standing quietly on the stone steps of Hakui Shrine, a naughty child ran past her, and behind her was a woman in a red and white witch costume.

Jing slowly stretched out her hand, but the other party turned into a puff of blue smoke when she was touched by her. In a trance, the scene in front of her turned into the back mountain of the shrine again. The naughty child in front of the tombstone seemed to grow. It was a little bigger, and his tight face was unlikable.

As time moved forward step by step, the girl became a new witch, and soon another little girl appeared beside her, a child who was born to make people want to be close.

Soon after, a little boy appeared next to her. The child seemed to be very similar to her, and at first glance it was not very pleasing.

The cold shrine suddenly became lively, and the grown-up maiden gave her own name to the little girl, but gave her own evil to the little boy.

When the two of them grew up, the witch asked the little girl to take over her job, but she said nothing to the little boy and quietly chose to leave.

Leaving the ancient shrine and coming to a modern city full of tall buildings, the Miko has been waiting for a few years. When he saw the little boy again, he had become a teenager, and it seemed a little unreliable, but he had grown up.

I don't remember how many times the witch met the boy, only to see, in the end, they were on the ruins of the moon palace, and the witch irresponsibly gave everything to the boy.

All this was in my eyes, the past scenes were like replayed movie videos, repeated in front of her, seeming to emphasize something, seem to be mocking something.

She didn't remember how many times she watched it, as if she had been doing such meaningless actions here all the time.

She didn’t know when her surroundings became dim, but after regaining her consciousness, she realized that she was in a theater. The big screen in front of her was showing the memories she had seen countless times, and in the empty theater, There are only two of them.

Jing changed into a traditional red and white witch costume, but stubbornly put the white coat outside, and sitting beside her was another Boli witch who had appeared countless times in her memory.

She didn't know what to call the other person, neither Reimu nor Reimu seemed appropriate.

The face of the other party was filled with a contented smile, whether it was the unscrupulous Reimu in his own memory, or the nightmare Reimu that was like a tarsal maggot.

The smile was mature and steady, just right but infectious.

Obviously it should be like a spring breeze, but Jing felt upset at the miko's smile from the bottom of her heart. She should have closed her eyes and rested in peace, but she still couldn't help but give the other side a blank eye:

"Laugh at your sister!"

Chapter One Swordsman

It would be great if I didn't meet you,

If she didn’t meet you, maybe she should still worry about the side dishes for lunch,

If she didn’t meet you, maybe she is still wandering about the day of cherry blossom viewing,

If she didn’t meet you, she probably still struggles with her clothes for travel.

if there is not--

Yes, if she didn't meet you, then how happy she would be.

All tragedies originate from the encounter with you——

This alone, we are sure.

...

...

The dazzling galaxy turned into a tens of thousands of miles of blue sky in the blink of an eye, and there seemed to be bursts of harsh cicadas under the treetops in the forest. Hell, it was almost winter. Who knows such a long life, I am afraid it is not a perfection.

Tick ​​to tick--

Blood drops mixed with cold sweat rolled down on the ground, and red flowers bloomed. Wu Ye wiped his forehead indiscriminately, and his hands were covered with shocking blood stains. The pain made his unhappy mood even worse. Oops.

Damn, if it wasn't for his body to instinctively hide behind him, the sword just now would be enough to move his mind out of the sun.

There is only one kind of swordsmanship in this world that likes to target others Tian Ling Gai in Wu Ye's memory.

"Is it wrong... Sure enough, the swordsmanship underneath still needs more practice."

"What silly thing to say, what's wrong, I didn't see that I was going to hurt to death."

"I wanted to cut down your first level, but unfortunately I have already missed the opportunity to make a second sword. This result is not a hit for him."

"Tsk, you bastard..."

Wu Ye grinned, not because of his unpleasant disposition, and being cut with a sword like this was determined that it was impossible to simply swallow it.

I don't know if it is because of the huge demon power inexplicably obtained from Saint White Lotus before, the speed of the body's self-repair is astonishing, Wu also just wanted to stop the bleeding, the wound has begun to heal slowly.