It was nearly dusk, and Fujiwara Noriya returned to the house, looked at the empty hall, and sat behind the counter.

Now that the store has just opened, it is still very deserted, and Fujiwara Ki, who has nothing to do, has begun to cultivate.

After learning how to absorb qi from Reimu, Fujiwara Ki felt that the breath in his body was getting more and more. Although there is no obvious change in the body, but at least his spirit is much better, which has caused his sleep time to get shorter and shorter, when he lies in bed at night, he is often half-dreaming and half-awake, and sometimes he will have some strange multiple dreams, and he thinks that when he wakes up, he has entered another dream, a bit like a movie Inception.

This situation is caused by vanity, it's time to learn to settle down, Fujiwara Ki tried to keep the dantian and sit down.

I don't know how long it took.

"Jingle Bell Bell-" A man walked in at the door and lifted the curtain in front of the store to obscure the view, and the Japanese named it the Warm Curtain. Because Fujiwara Ki hangs a bell behind the warm curtain, it will remind guests when they come.

Who else will be here at this time? Fujiwara looked up.

Yakumo Purple!

Fujiwara put his hands on the counter, stood up sharply, and watched her walk into the hall and take a seat in the center.

Yakumo Murasaki unhurriedly leaned the parasol against the slightly recessed place of the stool, which was specially designed by Fujiwara Ki for the convenience of guests with umbrellas, but it turned out that the first one to use was the big youkai between this gap.

"Ahra, aren't you welcome me?" Yakumo took off her white gloves and placed them beside her, her head resting on her propped hands, and the sharp eyes characteristic of youkai looked at Fujiwara with an unlucky smile on her face.

"Purple-sama, what are you doing here?" Although Fujiwara knew where he might meet Yakumo Murasaki, it would definitely not be the other party who took the initiative to appear here.

Walking out from behind the counter, Fujiwara Ki stubbornly walked up to Yakumo Murasaki.

"I haven't eaten yet, but I saw that there was a shop in the world, so I'll try it. Yakumo Zi looked around at the tables around her, "Don't you have any tea in this shop?"

"Nope. "This Fujiwara Kiri really forgot.

"Remember to be ready next time. Yakumo looked at Fujiwara with a dangerous smile.

"So what do you have here? roast human flesh, roast people's hearts, or a hodgepodge of offal?"

Fujiwara's heart stopped beating for a moment, and he said calmly on his face: "Without these, all of them can be eaten by humans." The meat dishes are only pork and chicken. ”

"These are not delicious, they don't even have a little essence, if you want to say that you, a Taoist priest who has picked foreign bait, can you fill your stomach?" Yakumo Zi looked at Fujiwara with a smile, "Your flesh and blood are a great supplement for youkai." ”

Is Yakumo going to kill herself, Fujiwara Ki clenched his fists and became vigilant. He hadn't heard of what Yakumo Murasaki liked to eat, but if it was a youkai, it wasn't impossible to eat people. Although this face is too beautiful to be suspicious.

Looking at Fujiwara's nervous appearance, Yakumo Zi giggled, "Fragile humans are afraid of dangerous things, so they are the most vulnerable poor insects?"

Picked up the menu.

"Just bring me a plate of roasted eggplant and a serving of rice. ”

". Fujiwara Kiri knew that he was tricked by Yakumo Murasaki, although he was a little annoyed and angry, but he couldn't lose his temper with this monster, so he could only grit his teeth and go to the back kitchen to get ready.

Yakumo sat leisurely and looked at the environment of the store.

After Fujiwara finished the dish, he served it with the rice and sat down behind the counter.

Yakumo Murasaki pulled out the chopsticks on the table, held an eggplant, and ate it slowly, with elegant movements that were the same as Yuyuko-sama, but unfortunately this etiquette that is difficult for even humans to do was performed by a youkai, and Fujiwara Kiri behind the counter was the spectator watching.

It was quiet in the hermitage, although Yakumo Purple was eating, but she didn't make a sound, in early summer, everything had been revived, but there were no mosquitoes and flies in the hall, and it seemed that the breath of the big monster had expelled these insects.

It was slowly getting dark.

As early as nearly half an hour ago, Yakumo Zi had eaten all the things she ordered, but she didn't mean to leave, and Fujiwara didn't urge her, she watched her nose and nose and heart, but she didn't enter a state of meditation.

Recently, after coming to the human world, I was a little upset and restless when I was cultivating, and it should have been the time when I had distracting thoughts mentioned by Youmeng.

When the six roots are not pure, if they focus on all things, they will be greedy, and then they will be disturbed and sink into the sea of suffering. But Yakumo Purple sat here, so that Fujiwara Noriki couldn't make up his mind, and his mind turned a thousand times, like a balloon floating in the air, unrestrained.

But Yakumo seemed to see Fujiwara's impatient feelings, smiled, picked up the parasol, walked over, stopped in front of the counter, and supported it with both hands, Fujiwara Ki just sat and looked at her.

Seeing Fujiwara's increasingly irritable appearance, the corners of Yakumo's mouth twitched slightly, squinted his eyes and said slowly: "A cup of tea should be poured into a cup and slowly precipitate, instead of flowing on the ground and quickly drying up, so no matter who it is, it can't exceed his duty." ”

"You've been honest lately, so I'm not going to pursue your business for the time being, but don't do anything out of the ordinary, or be careful to rip out your soul. As he spoke, Yakumo Murasaki's dangerous eyes stared at Fujiwara, "I've been staring at you." ”

This time, Yakumo Zi just dropped a warning and didn't do anything, and a gap slowly opened behind her.

"Also, the roasted eggplant tastes good, I'll talk to Lan when I go back. Yakumo Zi smiled, took out an envelope from the gap, and put it on the counter, "This should be used as a reward for this meal, I believe that after you see it, it will be able to suppress your chaotic anger." ”

The dangerous smile on Yakumo's face faded, and an ominous gap opened beside her, swallowing her, and then the gap closed and disappeared in front of her eyes.

The only thing left on the table was the envelope.

After Yakumo Zi left, Fujiwara Ki closed the door of the shop, because when he was absorbing qi just now, he was a little uncertain, so his breath was slightly disordered, Fujiwara Ki did not continue to breathe, but did other things, so that the body can naturally breathe.

However, noticing what Yakumo put on the counter, Fujiwara Ki couldn't help but be curious, and opened Yakumo's so-called rice money.

Opening the envelope, Fujiwara poured out the contents.

It was a few photos, but the front was pressed under the table, and I couldn't see what it was. What did Yakumo Murasaki do with the photo to herself?

Fujiwara turned the photo over.

"It's a real thing!"

Fujiwara took a sharp breath, his face suddenly turned red, and the breath that had not yet stabilized suddenly shook violently, and he rammed through the meridians.

Sensing the abnormality in his body, Fujiwara hurriedly put down the envelope and returned to the bedroom, meditating with his legs crossed and his knees in the sky.

Having been delayed by Yakumo Purple for so long, Fujiwara Ki felt that the faint qi in his body began to run around in his body, obviously because of his impetuousness, which caused problems with the route he ran.

This time it was even more critical, because of the sudden stimulation, Fujiwara Ki could no longer control the Danqi.

It was originally an internal breath that was slowing up from the tail of the perineum, but now it is advancing all the way, almost breaking through all the acupuncture points, especially the pain of the jade pillow point being penetrated at the neck, so that Fujiwara Ki's whole person is paralyzed on the ground, and the slightest blood continues to flow out of the seven orifices, buzzing in his ears, the blood rushes to the brain, and his consciousness becomes groggy and unable to think, and soon, Fujiwara Ki faints to death.

This is the second time.

From the first time he had the experience of being tortured by Yakumo Murasaki, Fujiwara Ki felt that there was no need to resist or anything, just bear it silently.

Maybe Yakumo didn't mean it this time, but the smile she had when she left at the end was really weird, as if she knew something like this was going to happen.

How can she see the situation in her own meridians?

Maybe it's just a coincidence.

Fujiwara Ki has never understood why Yakumo Purple can ignore other outsiders, but he has to get along with himself? Now when he faces Yakumo Murasaki, what else can he do except let himself die a little better, why Yakumo Purple cares so much.

She has never done anything so-called transgression, why did she beat herself again and again.

Perhaps, as Reimu said, she is an elusive youkai, and perhaps only Yuyuko-sama can guess her thoughts.

Early in the morning, Fujiwara Noriki woke up from a spring dream, well, I haven't dreamed of this kind of thing for a long time, and it's normal for young people to have a strong blood.

After waking up, getting up from the bed, Fujiwara Noriki shook his head, threw out all the beautiful things in the dream, and the first thing he did was to check his body.

After falling into a coma last night, Fujiwara Kiki has not yet reached the point of hanging up, but even if he has lost consciousness, the painful feeling still remains in his mind, and the body feels a little uncomfortable after a night of torture, as if it suddenly changed to someone else's body.

Mobilize the internal breath to run in the meridians, and after a few seconds, Fujiwara Ki jumped up in surprise, oh my God, this time it's a big bargain.

Suppressing the inner breath that came out of the meridians because he was too surprised, Fujiwara continued to meditate.

After a small cycle, Fujiwara Ki felt that this time the pranayama was unexpectedly relaxed, because the impact above the tail point was the greatest, so the inner breath from the dantian to the sea of qi was endlessly infused into it.

Originally, when it was inhaled, the internal breath was often blocked in the sandalwood and it was difficult to sink, but last night, the sinking Dan Qi produced its own small medicine, and the bait Dan Qi was brewed and collected into the Dao Dan, completing the first step of refining and refining the gas.

"It's a blessing in disguise. Fujiwara couldn't help but sigh.

Sitting up, Fujiwara Ki wiped the blood stains off his body, last night's loss of control made the seven orifices be broken, but after a night of recovery, the injury completely disappeared, according to that situation, can it be said that the enlightenment?

Forget it, no matter what the situation is, it's already a blessing to be able to survive the catastrophe, and Fujiwara no longer asks for anything.

After sitting up, Fujiwara Ki's eyes scanned the photos placed next to him, and his heart couldn't help but flutter, but he soon began to have a headache, this is a hot potato.

What Fujiwara Kiki saw that day, but it was a taboo that couldn't be mentioned at all, and if Marisa knew that he still had this thing, he would probably really kill himself.

These photos are nothing else, they are the scene after the battle between Reimu and Marisa, and the angle is still the most blood-pumping scene, looking at it, Fujiwara Ki feels that it is hot below.

Ahem, Fujiwara Ki coughed pretending to be serious, peeked a few times, and put the photo in the envelope. Shouldn't this kind of thing be burned?

Fujiwara Kimoto wanted to burn them down with those old stools, but I don't know what he thought at the time, so he carefully hid these photos in a drawer.

So although he said no, his body was honest?

After washing up, Fujiwara Ki opened the door.

The sunlight shines into the hall, baking warm tones, and outside the door, the bustle of passers-by in the world comes into your ears.

Fujiwara Ki stood in the doorway, soaking up the sun.

This is how the first day of Jumi-an began.

The first volume is completed in the first dreamland

When I first entered Gensokyo, after experiencing a change, Fujiwara was finally able to settle down, and what stories could happen in the small Ju Nunnery?

The next volume of Juwei anecdotes