Self-cultivation of passerby male protagonist

"Hahaha," Seeing Wu Ye's response in a daze, Qingming smiled and said, "Aaron, are you a fool? Or do you think I am a fool? Do you think I'm the kind of companion who died? The guy who wants desperate revenge?"

"..." To be honest, Wu also blushed a bit and was ridiculed nakedly. He was obviously wearing a mask. This guy could actually guess his thoughts so easily.

Honestly confessing his immaturity, Wu also paused: "I thought you would definitely be sad because of the death of those investigating the troops. It seems that I think too much."

"No, I'm really sad," Qingming's face smiled unabated, but the eyes could make people feel that she was not joking: "It is a human being who died, it is my compatriot. Of course I will feel sad. ."

"Then why...?"

"I will be sad, I will be sad, I will want to avenge them, but I won't say such naive words."

Qingming lay on the railing, propped his crooked head with one hand, and his eyes fell on the silent night sky: "It is my responsibility to fight against monsters, and it is my duty to avenge my dead companions. If I shout a few more verbally If revenge can bring the monsters back, how could they die."

"..." Wu didn't speak either, Qingming's mature way of thinking made him speechless.

"Eat and sleep well, and then pour the anger on the monsters in the next battle. The meaning of the living is to remember those who died, but they cannot be restrained by them."

With that said, Qingming snatched the flask in Wuya's hand, and made a toast to him: "Also, there is such a fine wine in front of me. Wouldn't it be a shame not to drink a glass?"

Perhaps in the eyes of some people, the girl's words were too open-minded and even seemed a bit cold-blooded, but Wu Ye unexpectedly felt that she was so dazzling.

"Come on, Along," Qingming said again, handing the flask to Wu Ye, "have a drink."

Wu Ye looked down at the hip flask Qingming handed over, and the guilt in his heart had disappeared somehow, replaced by the firmness he should have found long ago.

"Sorry, Seimei, and thank you."

"Huh? What did you say suddenly, Aaron? I am the one who should say sorry? I doubted you today for no reason."

"No, I'm not talking about that," Wu Ye shook his head seriously, and said, "You have your responsibility, and I have mine, so I must say this, otherwise there may be no chance in the future."

"Inexplicable, you fellow."

"Haha, maybe, today I must have a broken head, yes, and—"

He laughed, and suddenly reached out to take over Qingming’s jug, but still did not drink, and said to Qingming’s jug which still had a half.

"Minors are not allowed to drink, this is confiscated."

"Eh-isn't it?!"

Chapter 17—Eternal Peace

"Welcome back-Wow?! What a heavy drink!"

Yuko, who heard the demon saying that Wu Ye came back, happily ran to the door to greet him, but she almost fainted when she saw that she was smoked by the scent of alcohol. She complained: "Along, aren't you a minor? Why did you drink so much alcohol? ?"

"It's not me! I didn't drink a drop of wine from start to finish, okay?" Wu Ye turned sideways and let Yuko see the source of the alcohol. It turned out that it was someone on his back.

"Huh? I remember she wasn't..."

After seeing the person clearly, Yuko was taken aback for a moment, and then said gloomily: "Takeya, according to the laws of Kyoto, plundering a good woman without authorization is sentenced to exile."

"..."

"But don't worry, since we are friends, even if you become a scum, I will try to help you keep your secrets."

"Intentionally, you bastard! Look clearly, this guy is Seimei!"

In the end, Wu Ye and Yuko had a fuss, and the two talents finally dragged the drunk Qingming to the guest room...

Wu also didn't expect that Qingming, who drank so boldly as a man, had such a bad drink volume. The two of them were talking about you and me. She suddenly fell to the ground, which really scared Wu.

Originally, she had to be a character who could not pour a thousand glasses to see how she was drinking. Who knew that she would be unconscious after drinking a pot of wine.

Besides, this guy's wine seems to be not very good. After being dragged by Wu Ye, he seems to rely on him. I wanted to find someone to take her back. Hell, when I heard that it was Qingming, he ran away. .

At first, Wu only speculated that her popularity was bad. Later, I realized that she was really badly popular. It was not a joke that he was the only friend in Kyoto.

When it was critical, the old man didn't know where he was going, and Wu couldn't leave Qingming helplessly, and no one was willing to help, so he had to carry Qingming all the way back to Yuko.

The banquet lasted from the morning until the evening, and it was dark after Wuya and Yuko settled down.

"Huh, I'm exhausted." Wu Ye lay down on the tatami with a grin, it was too hard to move an extra finger.

"Thank you, please." Yuko handed a cup of tea to his side.

"Thank you," he stood up and drank the tea, Wu Ye smashed his mouth, and his mental exhaustion suddenly disappeared: "Speaking of you, why did you come back so early? Are you not the protagonist?"

"Who said that the protagonist can't leave sooner?" Yuko shrugged, "That banquet was both boring and pretentious. If it weren't for Master He Mao's procrastination, I would have wanted to leave."

"Master He Mao?"

"Master He Maozhongxing, the leader of Onmyoji, is the old man."

"Oh, it's him."

Wu also suddenly realized that this name sounds familiar. He was Qingming's master in the original history. It is interesting to say that the greatest achievement of this onmyoji in his life was actually to cultivate such a legend as Qingming.

"Speaking of which, how do you feel, Wu Ye?"

When no one was around, Yuko would use her real name to call Wuya, she only joked, "How does it feel to be a hero? I have seen many people admire you very much."

"Who is a hero, let me say it first, but I haven't done anything." Wu Ye's face was black, and he deliberately added an accent to the words without doing anything.

This is the fact that it was Seimei who found that the monsters defeated the monsters, and he really did nothing.

"Eh -" Yuko said unexpectedly: "I thought you must be happy, but you repelled a big monster, that's a big monster."

"So what? The investigators didn't end up still dead. Besides, they just repelled a monster that had invaded near Kyoto. Is it a bit too much for them to celebrate like that?"

Yuko paused, and the frivolousness in her eyes became much less in the next second: "You think so because Wuya has a strong relationship with you. Do you know how much it will cost to fight against monsters before this?"

"...Sorry, I took it for granted."

What I'm saying is that not every onmyoji has the ability to treat big monsters improperly like Qingming. Most onmyojis are likely to die even if they encounter an ordinary monster, let alone other people.

It's really bad times.

Wu was also silent and let out a silent sigh, why fight?For the territory or for survival?Or is it for those illusory reputations?

Wu didn't understand that humans in this era were born with a mission, which is to fight against monsters, otherwise they would be buried in their womb, but is reality so difficult to reconcile?

Monsters feed on humans, but they are not indispensable to humans. What they need is not simply human life, but the fear they generate.

And do humans have to fight against monsters?The singing and dancing that can be seen everywhere in Kyoto are not fakes. Humans living in common sense and capable people fighting in unconsciousness seem to be in completely different worlds.

The conflicts in the past hundreds of thousands of years have not been as intense as they are today. Can we not calm down and talk about it?Just like in Gensokyo...Wait, Gensokyo?