The sky clears up after the rain, and after the typhoon passes, the lives of Kyoto residents return to their original state.
The noble man in a blue shirt waved his white paper folding fan and mingled among a group of hard-working office workers, feeling at ease and leisurely.
They will return to the college in a few days to prepare for the start of school.
So now he was going to wander around the streets of Tokyo to finally appreciate the local customs and see the precious Ginza.
How can I put it this way, the female supervisors in charge of reception here all have sweet smiles and will bow seriously and say welcome, but after all they lack a little bit of sincerity.
Everyone's face is more or less wearing a false mask, which is difficult to detect.
Standing on a cross street full of traffic lights, looking at the bustling black crowd around him, Li Yongyuan felt peaceful.
As Feng Menglong wrote in his book "Famous Quotes from the World", "Quietness and elegance can be found in the hustle and bustle, and the stars in the silent night make you drunk."
When a person can calm down in the noisy environment, he can understand deeper things through the bustling essence.
"jingle."
A message came from the mobile phone, breaking Li Yongyuan's thoughts.
"Masamune Nagatachibana, the head of the eight Sheqi families, asked us to meet at the Strategy Department of Genji Heavy Industries at two-thirty in the afternoon."
The person with ID Murasame sent a whole message.
"good."
The boy replied, and when the green light turned on, he once again blended into the group of men in suits and leather shoes walking hurriedly around him.
He has handsome features and smiling eyes, and is wearing a green shirt that looks extremely dazzling among all kinds of dark suits, yet he is so chic and calm.
It seems that nothing in the world can bend his straight back, and no difficulty can make his face look sad.
Under the clear blue sky, the magnificent eagle fluttered its wings and made a loud and clear cry from time to time.
Passers-by stopped to take photos and marveled at the goshawk's unfettered freedom.
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Genji Heavy Industries
It has been half a month since the last attack by the fierce ghosts. With the ability of the eight Sheqi families, all the damaged things have been repaired and looked like new again.
Except those who died in that battle cannot be resurrected.
The Public Relations Department issued an announcement saying that a natural gas mine exploded due to an open fire, and the victims were awarded three times the pension based on the standards previously established by the family. This matter was suppressed for the time being.
It was only when Li Yongyuan walked into the bottom of the heavy industry building that he discovered that each of them had red bloodshot eyes, as if they had stayed up late and worked for a long time.
Perhaps only physical overdraft can slightly alleviate the inner pain of losing a companion.
Li Longyuan thought and just felt a little sorry for them. Unfortunately, he was just an outsider and could not really empathize with them.
The person in charge of receiving him was the previous middle-aged section chief. He now had a bandage on his right shoulder and a rather large dog skin plaster on his waist and abdomen.
Considering Ryoma Genjiro's physical condition, our family has given him a long vacation, but this stubborn guy still has to stay here, even if he does some clerical work like serving tea and water, he is happy with it.
Many of the members lost this time were his old subordinates, who followed him to the front.
But now, those boys who followed him and called him "Section Chief" have turned into a pile of dust, and he can no longer hear himself scolding them.
War between hybrids or dragons is so cruel, and the weak often die easily.
Perhaps just the aftermath of the battle could kill them easily. A death as small as an ant is insignificant.
"Master Li, it's clear this way."
The thin middle-aged man turned slightly sideways and welcomed him in. He lived up to his original heroic spirit and was only stiff.
Li Longyuan followed him with his hands behind his back. He didn't seem to notice that the atmosphere was different from the last time he came here, and he still looked at him intently.
No one focused on this young man who was eating, drinking and having fun anymore. After experiencing this tragic loss, all they wanted was revenge.
When he took the elevator to the strategy department on the 30th floor, the sliding door was opened to reveal a spacious terrace. Black and white stone tables formed a Tai Chi yin and yang pattern. There was even a gurgling spring and white stones and dead grass forming a dry landscape, which was full of Zen.
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Several heads of the eight Sheqi families that he had met or had never met were gathered here, and Caesar and Chu Zihang also arrived.
When the sliding door opened, everyone's eyes turned to the young and handsome young man in green shirt. This was the first official meeting between the visiting delegation from the headquarters and the heads of the eight Sheqi families.
"Mr. Li, let me introduce to you. This is the head of the Sakurai family, Ms. Nanami Sakurai."
The gray-haired master, Masamune Nagatachibana, stood up first and spoke standard Chinese, preparing to introduce several people around him to Li Longyuan in turn.
"Who are you?"
Li Longyuan put his hands behind his back and just nodded calmly, seemingly not paying attention to the slightly humble old man.
The heads of several families around him suddenly narrowed their eyes and stared at the boy in green shirt without any trace, their faces still calm.
"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the head of the Tachibana family, Tachibana Masamune." The old man's nose was straight, his face was as tough as a knife or an axe, but he smiled kindly at this moment.
"Um."
Li Longyuan snorted softly again this time, which could be said to be quite rude.
The expressions of the other heads of the eight Sheqi families were obviously not good.
"Master Li, please take your seat first."
Tachibana Masamune didn't seem to be offended by the boy's performance and still invited him to sit down.
A pot of tea is already burning on the tea table, and the dark Kansai iron pot is engraved with a red-faced and long-nosed Crow Tengu, spreading its wings as if flying in the red flames.
"I remember there should be another head of the Shangshan family."
Li Longyuan sat next to Caesar and Chu Zihang, shook off his folding fan, and asked casually.
"Yes, but Eri is feeling unwell and it's not convenient for her to come here."
Tachibana Masamune was bringing up the boiling hot tea and preparing to make tea for the guests one by one.
"No, I've been feeling sick to my stomach lately and can't drink boiled tea."
Li Yongyuan stretched out his hand to cover the tea bowl. The boy in green shirt, who came from an orthodox background and respected ancient etiquette, behaved extremely abnormally this time.
Even Chu Zihang couldn't help but frown slightly, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
Logically speaking, no matter which chess move the opponent makes, you have to prepare a way to crack it.
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Tachibana Masamune's hand in the air froze slightly, and his expression finally became serious, as if there was a breath of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood coming over him.
"I wonder if there is anything wrong with the reception of the eight Sheqi families that makes Young Master Li feel resentful?"
What the old man said was clearly a confession, but at this moment it was more like a question.
"It's nothing, it's just that you met me too late."
Li Yongyuan reached out and took the Kansai iron kettle from his hand, brewed a cup of tea according to the ancient tea ceremony, then raised his head and drank it all.
He didn't care at all about the scalding tea, and he forgot about the excuses he made before.
So much so that the old man was not given a chance to show off Japanese tea art.
"Master Li is a bit too domineering."
No matter how well-educated Tachibana Masamune was, he couldn't help but say a harsh word.
Next to him, an old man wearing a black patterned haori kimono stood up and placed his hand on the handle of his katana.
The head of the Fuma family, Fuma Kotaro.
Li Longyuan didn't even raise his eyelids and asked with a smile: "Why don't you say I'm duplicitous and go back on my word?"
"Ambitious people are like this. They first comfort them with kind words, and then show their fangs when they are not prepared. Many countries in the past perished because they believed in such people too much."
Seeing that no one answered, Li Longyuan asked himself questions, stretched out his long fingers to play with the delicate jade tea cup, and spoke in a casual and frivolous tone.
"Why, could it be that we, the Eight Sheqi Family, treated Young Master Li with courtesy, have become ambitious people?"
Tachibana Masamune was so angry that he laughed back, his tone of disappointment was just right.
"No, I said I am the ambitious one."
Li Longyuan raised his head and grinned, showing his sharp teeth. At this moment, his eyes were like a wild wolf in the mountains, cunning and cruel.
The two of them were sarcastic with each other, which was completely different from the way they imagined discussing tea and Taoism.
"Hahaha, Mr. Li is so brave."
Tachibana Masamune laughed, picked up the tea cup, and poured himself a cup of tea neatly. Without using the complicated tea art, he drank the hot tea in one gulp, as if to express a certain attitude.
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"We at Kassel College have felt the sincerity of Master Masamune. I will definitely put in a good word for you in front of the principal after I return."
The boy put down the tea cup with a faint smile, then reached out and patted the old man on the shoulder.
In the small and exquisite jade tea cup, the boiling tea is still steaming.
He did not drink the cup of hot tea at all. Instead, he used the wind pressure of the Word Spirit and the Eyes of the Wind King to seal the tea in the cup. He raised his head to create the illusion that he was drinking tea. Finally, he held the tea cup with his hand.
From their perspective, they cannot see whether there is still water in the tea cup.
People only want to believe what they see with their own eyes and think in the direction of inertial thinking.
Even Tachibana Masamune was deceived. In fact, the boy had been acting arrogant and frivolous since he came in, making him unconsciously enter the inner world of this young man.
Most of the others looked at the teacups on the table with strange expressions on their faces. They really didn't expect that they and others would be tricked by this guy.
"Thank you very much, Commissioner Li."
Tachibana Masamune followed suit and endured the burning pain in the roof of his mouth and spoke.
Since Li Longyuan is willing to say this, it means that the eight Sheqi families still belong to the Japanese branch of Kassel Academy, at least on the surface.
This will save them a lot of trouble in their next actions.
"I want to meet Eri, and I brought her some gifts this time."
The boy in green shirt stood up, looked down at Tachibana Masamune, shook his folding fan, and smiled.
But the old man knew that as long as he dared to object, this guy would immediately become ruthless.
"Inuyama-kun, please take him there."
Tachibana Masamune bowed slightly towards the kind old man with gray hair on the left.
"good."
The old man with a warm smile stood up and agreed. He was the only owner in the room who seemed to be in a good mood.
"By the way, Mr. Inuyama Ga is the first director of the Japanese branch and a good friend of Mr. Angers. You will definitely have many topics to talk about."
Tachibana Masamune seemed to have thought of something and continued.
But Li Longyuan had already turned around and walked further and further away from Mr. Inuyama, who was also smiling. No one responded.