Not only was the rich power of fate in the long river of time scattered by Shang Yang, but even Qu Ling was also killed, although the jade of the four souls itself had already arrived in the future five hundred years later, but, still in the long river of time, with the help of fate and the powerful suppression of Cuizi's good thoughts, Qu Ling's evil thoughts were also cut off by Shang Yang's sword.

Qu Ling's evil thoughts that still remained in the flow of time were shattered by Shang Yang's Liangyi sword qi, and because of this, it had arrived in the jade of the four souls five hundred years later, and Cuizi Shannian, who was suppressed by Qu Ling's evil thoughts, immediately seized the opportunity to force Qu Ling's evil thoughts back to the depths of the jade of the four souls.

More than 500 years later, in winter, in a certain remote street in Tokyo, the Sunset Shrine.

The heavy winter snow has been falling for three days in a row, and the thick snow covers the entire urban area of the modern city of Tokyo, and the whole of Tokyo is a vast white everywhere.

"Wow~!!"

A loud cry resounded through the Sunset house, which was covered in a thick layer of snow.

Hearing this loud cry, a young mother with a soft smile on her face hurriedly walked into the bedroom, saw the baby crying loudly in the cradle, and the mother who was still wearing an apron couldn't help but show a gentle smile, walked to the cradle, stretched out her hands, and carefully took the child out of the cradle, while gently shaking, and asked gently.

"What's wrong~? Kagome? Not happy? Okay~Good~ Don't cry, it's not good to cry all the time. ”

Maybe it was the mother's gentle smile that infected the baby, and the baby, who was still crying loudly just now, also stopped crying, and showed a happy smile in the mother's arms, babbling and waving his young hands, wanting to grab the mother's face.

Seeing the baby's appearance, the smile on the young mother's face couldn't help but become more gentle, carefully put the child back into the cradle, gently shook the cradle, and gently admonished.

"Kagome, Mommy is going to make lunch now, remember not to cry anymore, Mommy knows, Kagome is a strong and brave child"

As if he understood his mother's words, the smile on the child's little face became happier and happier, and he waved his short arms energetically.

Looking at her child, the mother smiled softly again and slowly turned around and left the bedroom.

After the mother left, she seemed to feel tired, and the child, who had seemed to be very energetic, also seemed to be tired, put down her waving little hands, and closed her eyes quietly.

And it was at this moment, in this bedroom where only the baby was there, on the wooden floor of the ground, black and white air currents rose, black and white gases were intertwined, and a somewhat ethereal person gradually condensed in the air.

"The timing is a little off, it's been more than a month since Kagome was born."

Looking at the child who was sleeping quietly in the cradle, Shang Yang, who was a little ethereal, said thoughtfully.

Five hundred years ago, with the power of the two instruments with the "sword qi" formed by the sword of the two instruments, he broke through the barrier of time, seized the opportunity to defeat most of the rich power of fate left in the long river of time in the flow of the long river of time, and cut off the evil thoughts of Qu Ling, at the same time, a trace of Shang Yang's divine consciousness also entered the flow of the long river of time, and followed the trajectory of the power of fate to the future five hundred years later.

Quietly looking at the sleeping child in the cradle in front of him, Shang Yang's eyes could see that in the depths of the child's pure and kind soul, there was a trace of sleep, with deep regret and unwilling to such feelings, they refused to dissipate, integrated into the soul of this newborn baby, and still maintained an independent posture, sleeping quietly in the depths of the child's soul.

This is the heart of the bellflower, from the Warring States period 500 years ago, and belongs to the thoughts of the bellflower.

The power of fate in the room is extremely strong, especially around the sleeping child, there is an astonishing concentration of the power of fate constantly surrounding.

Originally, in order to maintain the trend of fate, the power of fate was caught off guard, and most of it was surpassed by the time barrier by Shang Yang and scattered in the long river of time, while the remaining part of the power of fate all came here five hundred years later.

Although the power of fate constantly surrounds the baby, trying to infiltrate the child's soul and control the child, Kagome, as part of the trend of fate, no matter how much it wants to infiltrate Kagome's soul, it is like an invisible wall blocking the infiltration of the power of fate, so that the power of fate can only change the cause and effect related to Kagome's soul, and cannot be integrated with Kagome's soul and existence.

Fate has no thinking in the sense of life, since the jade of the four souls is still in Kagome's soul, it is not so urgent to seep into Kagome's soul, after all, the jade of the four souls, and the cause and effect of Kagome and Kikyo cannot be cut off.

And the merchant sheep who looked at this qiē quietly nodded slightly, in his eyes, although the heart of the bellflower was sleeping in the depths of Kagome's soul, but, in addition to the trace of the thought that belonged to the bellflower, there was a cyan lotus, wrapped in the sleeping thoughts of the bellflower, and stayed quietly in Kagome's soul.

Shang Yang's Yuanshen Qinglian.

After seeing this qiē, the ethereal Shang Yang nodded slightly, stretched out his hand, and gently touched the forehead of this child, the future Sunset Kagome.

Without touch, Shang Yang's hand is like a phantom, and nothing can be touched.

This is also a matter of course, here, it was just the shadow of Shang Yang.

However, even if it couldn't be touched, Shang Yang didn't care, just showed an easy-going smile, and his voice was full of etherealism.

"I was waiting for you in the past, Kikyo."

With these ethereal words, Shang Yang's ethereal figure also dissipated, and in the bedroom, there was also a calm, as if nothing had happened.

Five hundred years ago, in late autumn, outside the shrine in Kaede no Village.

A few days have passed since the frost falls, and the large pale yellow leaves on the mountain forest outside the shrine have already fallen under the cold north wind, and only the dry branches remain, making this mountain forest look particularly desolate.

Watching the Liangyi Sword in his hand slowly disappear, Shang Yang sighed softly, even if he used this to disperse most of the power of fate that resided in the flow of the long river of time, and along with the evil thoughts that severely damaged the Qu Ling in the Jade of the Four Souls, however, there was nothing to be happy about.

The shrine maiden is still gone.

Even if her soul has been reincarnated safely, even if her thoughts have not disappeared, this cannot deny the fact that Kikyo has passed away.

On the left hand, the wound that was unconsciously stabbed by Shang Yang himself with his fingernails has healed, and the blood oozing from the palm of his hand has long congealed on the pure white sleeves of the bellflower.

She leaned quietly in Shang Yang's arms, gently closed her eyes, pale and beautiful face, and her expression was soft, as if she was asleep.

The white sandalwood paper used to tie up the witch's long black hair was broken at some point, and the long black hair like a waterfall spread evenly on Shang Yang's body.

Quietly looking at the soft face of the shrine maiden who gently closed her eyes in her arms, if it weren't for the sound of no breathing, no one would know that this body had completely lost its life.

"Kikyo, this is what I owe you."

The index finger lightly touched the witch's soft face, and Shang Yang's tone maintained the easy-going voice of the past, if she had such a voice, maybe she would be willing to hear it.

A piece of crystal gently fell on the soft face of the bellflower, and it was at this time that the index finger that reached out also touched this piece of crystal.

Cold.

As if to foreshadow something, more and more snowflakes fell from the sky with the wind and fell on every corner of the ground.

It's snowing.

Winter has arrived.

PS: In this chapter, I've changed Kagome's date of birth a little, so please don't pay attention to it.

This chapter, please still enjoy it slowly~