(a)

The east is slightly white, and the morning light tears through the night with difficulty, which can be described as belated. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Shotmaru got up from the floor, heavy dark circles under her eyes - she had not had a good night.

Although the wound was simply treated, and with her physique, it was not fatal, but the severe pain was really a torture. Watching the sun outside the window slowly climb halfway up the mountain, she suddenly felt a sense of relief like escaping death.

It was probably only now that she finally woke up from last night's nightmare!

Moon opened the wooden door and stood in the hallway. The morning breeze brought a chill that had not yet dissipated, piercing the thin pajamas, irritating her skin and making her shiver.

It's a hideaway for the spirits, and the whole house is in a traditional Japanese style with a small garden. Here, Wen sometimes has the illusion that he is back in Gensokyo.

In the courtyard outside the corridor, the soul demon was practicing his sword under a big tree. The old man was shirtless, the muscles on his body were tight, wrapped around the skeleton like a steel cable, and the surface of his skin was covered with large and small scars, which were all military medals engraved on the soldier's body.

Compared with last night's sassy and heroic appearance, he now looks very embarrassed: his thighs are wrapped in bandages soaked red with blood, there is a large bruise on his chest, and there are many more abrasions on his back, only the resolute eyes are still there.

"Are you awake?"

Youji just talked to Wen, but his body was fixed in place, motionless, and he didn't dare to relax at all. He pressed the bamboo knife to his waist and stood in a drawn position, his eyes glaring ahead, as if he were confronting an invisible and powerful enemy.

"I haven't slept all night. Wen smiled bitterly, "It's you, who fought for so long and was wounded, and you didn't even lie down for a while when you got home?"

"How can the loser sleep peacefully?"

"You're not young anymore, can your body hold it?"

"On the battlefield, everything is equal, what is the difference between old age and youth?"

"The so-called 'always on the battlefield'!" Wen smiled and said, "However, that guy is really strong." No matter how you and I say it, we are also the top masters in Gensokyo, and we were beaten so badly. ”

"Humph!"

The bamboo knife in the hand of the demon jealous suddenly stabbed out, and with one sword, it cut the four dead leaves fluttering in the wind to pieces. Then, he lowered his bamboo knife, turned to face Wen, and said with a disdainful face:

"This person does not seek to improve, but will only follow the crooked path, although he can be proud for a while, but sooner or later he will fall to pieces. ”

"Oh?"

The text is noncommittal. She remembered the blood-red crystal ball, which was said to be an "evil way", which was true, but it was also really powerful.

"Although it is far stronger than me and Youji, it should not be able to win against Reimu and them. She said this in her heart about the masked enemy, which was the main reason why she was able to recuperate in peace.

Of course, she didn't know about Reimeng's plan to divert the tiger from the mountain.

"Speaking of which, the man ...... Is it called Radu III?Listen to your tone, it seems that you have had some kind of trouble with him?" Wen asked again.

"That's a long story. ”

"Can you tell me a little bit about it?"

"Where do you have to start with this...... Youji pondered for a moment, then said, "You tengu are well-informed, do you know that three hundred years ago, the first Hakurei shrine maiden once had a vampire assistant?"

"I guess.,Isn't that guy pretty and not afraid of the sun.,Usually he looks very dragged, but there's nothing he can do about the witch?"

"This ......," Youji's eyes widened, "That's true, it seems you all know it......"

"I have a bit of a fate with that guy...... Wen said with a smile, "If bad fate is also fate." ”

"Now that you know him, it's not hard to understand the ins and outs of this matter. "This matter has to start with a mutation three hundred years ago......

(b)

"There is a flaw!"

A silver-haired young swordsman, holding two katanas, one long and one short, roared loudly and suddenly slashed at the black-haired and red-eyed young man in front of him. This sword is aimed at the dead end, it is extremely sharp, if it is slashed, it will either die or be disabled.

"Is it a reminder to scream so loudly?"

Facing the attacking blade, the young man leaned back slightly, avoiding the blade by only a fraction of a millimeter, and did not forget to laugh and say:

"Thank you!"

"Don't get carried away with me, look at the sword!"

The young man couldn't strike a blow, so he hurriedly pressed forward, and slashed several times in succession, but all of them were cut into the air. His opponents are as uncertain as ghosts, and their bodies are as nimble as loaches at the bottom of a river.

After a few back and forth, the boy was still at ease, his face was not red and his heart was not beating, and he went up from time to time to tease and stimulate the opponent's little heart. And the swordsman was already out of breath, his mind and body were all chaotic, and the more he made a move, the more powerless he felt.

"Come on, youji, don't lose to Nalan Yu!"

At this time, his master, Yuyuko of Xixing Temple, sat in the corridor of the shrine not far away, eating skewers and cheering him on.

Her every word weighed on his shoulders like a thousand weights. The swordsman's soul is jealous, and he gambles on his reputation to win this battle.

"It's hard to ride a tiger, little brother of the demon!" said the young man named Nalan Yu, grinning as he dodged his attack.

"Less nonsense, eat me with a knife!"

"It's useless, this kind of trick, you can't get home!"

"Damn, come again!"

The contest lasted until lunch, and because Nalan Twilight refused to fight back, there was no winner or loser, but the participants in the contest also gained a little - Youji got a workout, Nalan Twilight got entertainment, and Yuyuko got a skewer.

"Lunch, lunch, lunch!"

Seyukiko sits cross-legged at a low table, holding a chopstick in each hand, and "clanging" on the edge of the rice bowl to celebrate lunch. Her appearance definitely meets the standards of a beautiful woman in Allure, but her behavior is quite like that of a primary school student under the age of ten, this contrast is enough to make people who admire her cry because of too much regret.

"I'm talking about you," Nalan leaned over and said to Yuyuko, "I've just eaten so many skewers, can you still eat?"

By the way, this guy is also a master who has no concept of etiquette, and in his opinion, there is nothing wrong with Yuyuko's behavior.

"That's a skewer of roast birds, twenty skewers!" he continued, "what is this concept? not eight hundred pounds, but a ton, right?"

"That's a snack, a snack!" Yuyuko said with a smile, "No matter how much you eat, the snack doesn't take up space!"

"A ton of snacks, a ton!"

"You won't be full of a ton!"

"Are you a hamster? can't eat and walk in your mouth?"

"What is a hamster, is it delicious?"

When these two people are talking stupid things, the demon is meditating on the other side of the table like a stone Buddha, and those unnutritious words are all in his ears. By his standards, this is also a practice.

By the way, for some reason, his half-spirit is lying in an empty rice bowl, which at first glance looks like a very chewy rice cake.

"Everyone, long wait!"

Bo Li Shuoyue walked over with four vegetable plates in each hand. Her highest record is to serve ten plates at the same time, but there is no chance of showing it now.

As soon as the dish was served, the three people except Nalan Yu clasped their hands together and said, "I'm moving!" He was the only one, shouting "The first strike is stronger!", and he lifted his chopsticks and grabbed the largest piece of meat.

Unexpectedly, before the head of his chopsticks could touch the flesh, he was knocked away by the two bamboo chopsticks that were suddenly killed, spun several times in the air and fell to the ground.

"Hey, boy!"

The person who came out of the chopsticks was none other than Yuyuko of Xixing Temple, her face was terrifyingly black, and her voice seemed to sink into hell.

"There is only one reason why you failed, and that is to move my dish!"

"Hmph, interesting!" Nalan Yu craned his neck, looked down at Youyuzi, and said, "Although chopsticks are convenient, if you use them more, there will be fewer dishes on the plate." There is only one person who can eat at a speed that stops time, and that is ...... me."

"Okay, you two!"

Shuoyue raised her hand and punched each of them in the head.

"Give me a good meal!"

"Okay Miss, obey Miss. ”

"Okay-yes-"

This is the daily scene of three hundred years ago, when the master and servant of the White Jade Building came to the Boli Shrine to pass the time and eat by the way. After lunch, Youji would usually continue to challenge Nalan Twilight to no avail, and Yuyuko would always sit there smiling and watch the two fight until sunset.

Of course, it is impossible for her mouth to be idle.

It seems that such a relaxed and happy life will last forever, if only it could last forever......