The barrier of the Suzaku Gate was overwhelmed by the crazy attacks of many little demons and disappeared.
The barrier here was simply repaired during the day. When attacked, it quickly became unsustainable. I don't blame anyone else.
The night in Kyoto was originally quiet and beautiful. At this time, it has experienced many hardships and is in ruins.
The four-sided barrier was breached again.
Although the casualties have been reduced a lot tonight, the barrier is still very fragile, and the magic circles in all four directions have been damaged.
At daybreak, all the monsters retreated just like last night.
Some are happy, some are worried.
In the eyes of ordinary people, they all think that the monsters have been defeated. However, insiders do not think so. When something goes wrong, there must be monsters. Those monsters definitely have no good intentions. They may have some big conspiracy. They will definitely be there later.
Waiting.
Qinglongmen.
After the war, everyone was busy. As for the outcome of the duel between the Pavilion Master and the Lord of Arakawa, it was unknown. At least on the surface, the outcome was indistinguishable. The shocking decisive battle between the two at high altitude was ultimately the outcome.
It ended with a big explosion, and the mushroom cloud formed by the terrifying collision lasted for a long time.
After Qianchen saw the siren retreating, he returned to the courtyard. Xiaobai suddenly appeared out of nowhere and followed him, shaking his head and tail. Xiaobai has been quite mysterious recently.
Didn't think much about it.
He knelt down and picked up Xiaobai.
While stroking the snow-white hair with his palms, Qianchen was thinking about another thing.
He finally had a glimpse of the art of speech and spirit. It seemed that next, he would have to calm down and settle down, study and practice this art. However, it would take time.
The frequency of these monsters attacking the city is too high. If this happened frequently, Qianchen would not know what to do.
He took a short rest, took a nap, then took a shower and changed clothes. After finishing, it was already noon.
The sun is just right, and the chirping of cicadas is crisp and sweet.
Qianchen dragged his fresh body to the pavilion and sat down. He inevitably saw his masterpiece again, a natural cherry blossom tree viewing tool.
He helplessly laughed at himself, then put back his messy thoughts, opened the secret volume, and studied the mystery of the art of speech and spirit.
Word Spirit... Pentagram Formation...
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Time flies so fast, Qianchen feels that not long has passed before dusk has arrived.
I hope everything goes well tonight.
Qianchen told Hao Yuehua to stay in the courtyard and not to go out at night.
Then, under Yuehua's complaining eyes, he left the courtyard.
The sun sets in the west, when the last ray of light disappears, night falls.
Ping'an Street was quiet, and every house had its doors and windows closed.
Qianchen was walking on the street, looking at the desolate and deserted environment, and couldn't help but sigh. It was really a sense of vicissitudes and unpredictable changes. A few days ago, it was a brightly lit, bustling and colorful street market. Now it is unexpectedly...
Desolate and deserted.
Soon, Qian Chen arrived at the Qinglong Gate. The defense was even tighter tonight. Although many people already knew Qian Chen, they still went through layers of inspections before finally letting him in.
He walked towards the top of the city guard. There were very few people here because only the most powerful people with the highest authority were allowed to enter. Qianchen was blocked outside.
He didn't force it. It didn't matter if he stood elsewhere. He could still see outside the barrier. The guard kept apologizing to Qianchen. Being strong was different. If he had been there before, he would have either laughed at or driven him away.
The world is like this. Under the class system, there are clearly defined levels. However, Qianchen only had a chance to change his life because he accidentally awakened to spiritualism, that is, spiritual vision. Otherwise, he would have been just an ordinary person throughout his life.
The cool night breeze stirred the black hair on his forehead.
Not only Qianchen is waiting, everyone is watching closely outside the four directions of Kyoto. The three major families, the palace, the school and other forces all have their eyes and ears at the boundary.
Once there is any disturbance, various agencies in Kyoto will immediately activate, transfer support, strictly guard against death, and protect Kyoto.
Qianchen received a notice from the palace guard that the cabinet minister wanted to see him. He was surprised, why did he want to see him?
He followed the guard's guidance all the way to the bottom of the city guard tower and walked into the extremely heavily guarded hall.
Qianchen's heart tightened, thinking that he had never done anything outrageous, so why?
While thinking about it, others had already arrived in the palace, and naturally they saw the man in black robe sitting at the front and at the front. This man was the Pavilion Master, the number one person in charge of the real power of the palace.
On the other hand, the pavilion master also represents the orthodoxy of Kyoto.
The master of the pavilion was sitting on the floor behind the desk, closing his eyes and concentrating. He heard the footsteps of someone coming, so he opened his eyes.
The hall suddenly seemed to darken, the lights were shaky and dim. In Qianchen's sight, there was only one pair of eyes that magnified in his mind, like stars, like the sea, unfathomable...
Um?
wrong!
No! Qian Chen shook his head violently, and then regained some clarity. However, the profound and profound feeling in his mind still lingered, and I am afraid it will remain in his consciousness for a while.
So scary.
Qian Chen was shocked from the bottom of his heart. This kind of character is really terrifying. He makes people laugh without knowing it. It is really terrifying.
After Qianchen reacted, he was now less than ten steps away from the pavilion master. He recalled that from the moment he entered the hall, there seemed to be nothing strange. After careful consideration, he found that there was no sense of violation. In other words, Qianchen
To this day, I still don’t know how I was tricked.
The pavilion master didn't say anything, and Qianchen didn't speak first.
The master of the pavilion was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that this little temptation would be seen through like this. This boy is very determined, and he will be formidable in the future.
The pavilion master said calmly: "Qianchen?"
Qianchen saluted and responded: "My Lord, I have summoned you to come here. What are your instructions?" He was concise and clear, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant.
The master of the pavilion seemed to be in a trance, so Qianchen could only wait quietly.
The Pavilion Master was indeed absent-minded, and his thoughts had long returned to his youth... After two or three moments, he came back to his senses, and the Pavilion Master's pupils focused on Qian Chen's face. He really looked like a mold of that friend.
It comes out the same, alas——
It’s great to be young!
I don’t know where that friend is now, and his life is going well.
The Pavilion Master closed a volume of books, which contained all the information about Qianchen in Kyoto. It turned out that it was not an accident that the Pavilion Master saved Qianchen that time, but that he felt that this young man looked familiar and should have some relationship with that friend.
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The master of the pavilion spoke slowly, with a thick and steady voice, and said: "Are your parents okay?"
Qianchen's thoughts swirled, what was the purpose of this? Could it be that his father and the pavilion master were old acquaintances? Or was there something else he was hiding?
Qianchen thought for a moment before responding: "I haven't seen my parents for a while."
Speaking of this, Qianchen recalled many trivial things from his childhood, which seemed to be unusual. Is there really a hidden reason behind his parents' departure? His eyes flickered when he thought of his mother's reluctance to leave.