Yuan Qingya actually knows the person in front of her.

Heiankyo is so big, Genji, Taira, Fujiwara, these three families are related to the royal family, and the children of the family are thriving, and the circle is actually not big.

In addition, there is also a family, which can be regarded as a relative of the emperor.

He Mao's family.

The Kamo family is famous for its onmyoji, and the originator of the onmyoji in Japanese history, "Kokokaku", is the ancestor of the Kamo family.

Kamo Shijun Kokaku, between the Asuka period and the Nara period, was a spell artist at the time, commonly known as a servant walker, and the founder of the Onmyoji.

He is the descendant of Emperor Kaihua Emperor Ziyan, and the He Mao family is also a veritable relative of the emperor, plus the descendants of the Yin and Yang Dao, he has controlled the Yin and Yang Liao for hundreds of years, and he is also a strong party.

Today's most prestigious onmyoji, the son of the white fox An Pei Qingming, his master is He Mao Zhongxing, the mainstay of the current He Mao family, who holds an important position in the Yin and Yang Liao, and is also a great onmyoji who can suppress a demon.

And the young onmyoji opposite Yuan Qingya who looks a little squirrel, named He Mao Yiyuan, is the third son of the head of the He Mao family, the orthodox descendant of Yin and Yang, and belongs to the "clan family".

You can bring a few onmyoji as bodyguards when you go out, and you can't be arrogant, and there are few people in Heianjing.

He Mao Yiyuan smiled gloomily, moved his neck, and twisted out two yellow talismans with a flick of his hand, staring at Yuan Qingya with some cold eyes, as if looking at some kind of life and death enemy.

"Yuan Qingya... You're still alive. ”

"It doesn't matter, I'm here to take your life this time."

"Huh... Do you know that the sword monster you rescued in Heiankyo was the sword blank that Minamoto Yorimitsu was looking for me?! ”

"He promised me that he would tailor a ghost cut for me, and the materials were all selected, but you messed up the situation!"

"You're damned!"

"Fortunately, as long as I come to slaughter you and take away the monster that has transformed into a demon knife, I won't dare to pay the debt to that violent maniac of Forgiveness Yuan Laiguang!"

"I lost to you last time, I have been practicing penance for three years, and this time I will definitely trample you under my feet!!"

The young onmyoji He Mao Yoshiyuan looked at Yuan Qingya's eyes red, and he couldn't wait to eat his flesh raw.

Yuan Qingya was not shocked.

The hatred between him and He Mao Yoshimoto is by no means such a trivial matter, and the relationship between the He Mao family and Genji, especially the Yuan Qingya branch, is not peaceful in the first place.

When encountering this kind of barren mountains and mountains, even if He Mao Yiyuan didn't make it difficult, Yuan Qingya didn't mind cutting off the head of this little ghost and adding to the blockage for He Mao's family.

Not to mention that he actually did it to his own treasure girl.

She is now the lifeblood of Yuan Qingya, the soul of Musashi Kingdom, and she can't be missing a day here.

Before the young onmyoji's cruel words fell, the entourage made a brazen move.

The spirit rune burned, turning into a rain of thunder and lightning, and two tall ghost-faced skeletons were summoned, holding giant blades.

Yuan Qingya just sneered.

In the eyes of mortals, this seems to be a fairy method, but in the eyes of Yuan Qingya, it is just a small skill of carving insects.

The most terrifying Shikijin of the Onmyoji is always the kind of family guardian spirit that has been passed down from generation to generation, and has gone through hundreds of years of time and cultivation, and some can even be compared to the gods.

This kind of stinky fish and shrimp-like cannon fodder, he is too lazy to take a look.

Genji's genius swordsman is not in vain.

Stride, bow, and snort.

The brilliant sword slashed on the blade, like a dormant young dragon, and the next moment it was about to sleepy and ascend to heaven.

He just pointed at the same time, and an undetectable sword qi burst out of his body, rising in the wind like a galaxy of stars, turning into a sword curtain, splitting the thunder and fire.

Then, a sword came out.

Between the sword qi, the two gods were twisted into powder.

Yuan Qingya's figure is like a ghost, the sword light flows, mercilessly, the pace is light and fluttering, the four types of swords are finished, and the throats of the four onmyoji have a trace of blood bursting out, and then the human head falls to the ground.

He waved the blood on his sword, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at Yoshimoto Kamo, his smile becoming sinister.

However, Yoshimoto Kamo did not panic.

"Are you quite proud... After taking the lives of a few servants, you are so happy? ”

"Do you think that with my identity, I can go out with all this waste?"

"Today... You're going to die here! ”

With a stretch of his hand, Yoshimoto Kamo slid a small compass out of his sleeve.

Yuan Qingya's face changed suddenly.

"The Four Elephants Spirit Plate? You actually brought this thing out?! ”

"This is a treasure that suppresses the luck of Heiankyo and can summon the four spirits... It's just that it's temporarily kept by the He Mao family, if you move him, if the matter is revealed, have you thought about the family's situation? ”

Yuan Qingya didn't fully understand what this magic weapon was, but he knew that it was an heirloom of the He Mao family, which could summon the compass of the four spirits.

Japanese culture was greatly influenced by the Celestial Empire, and even the layout of Heiankyo was modeled on Chang'an and Luoyang, and the cultural invasion of the Celestial Empire during the Tang and Song dynasties immersed almost every corner of Japanese society.

The four spirits of the Celestial Empire are also available in Japan.

According to later generations, Ampei Qingming has twelve gods, named: Tianyi, Teng Snake, Vermilion Bird, Liuhe, Hook Town, Qinglong, Tianhou, Taiyin, Xuanwu, Taichang, White Tiger, and Sky.

Pull out any of them, and they can all be related to the myths of the Celestial Empire.

The four spirits in this compass are not legendary divine beasts, Yuan Qingya doesn't know, whether it's the style god of Ampei Qingming that has been handed down in later generations, he doesn't know.

But he knew that this thing was probably not easy to deal with.

While thinking about it, He Mao Yiyuan cut his fingers, stained the yellow charm with blood, and rested on the compass.

In an instant, the dragon roared, the phoenix roared, the tiger roared, and the turtle pan.

Blue, white, red, and four-colored light spiraled from the compass, swirling in the air, and then found the target.

It's not the source of Qingya.

But...

Qingxing Lantern!

He Mao Yoshimoto is not a fool, his spiritual power is weak, and he can't drive this compass at will to attack Yuan Qingya, I'm afraid it will be difficult, and it will be easy for him to dodge and kill.

In this case, the new Qingxing lantern is the goal.

Looks like... Yuan Qingya was quite nervous about the monster.

So...

Do you save or not?

If it is saved, it will be full of flaws, and it will be the time of death.

Although the book is long, it is actually only a few breaths.

Four brightly colored rays of light came from all over the sky, locking every corner where the green lights were hiding.

It's nirvana.

Yuan Qingya didn't have time to think at all, and her body reacted instinctively.

His steps were agile, his figure flashed, and his eyes quickly pushed the green lantern out a few meters.

And he, raising his sword, met the fierce four-colored light.

He's prepared... But, too fast!

The red light ran through his right chest, bringing out a puddle of blood, and a faint smell of burnt flesh came out.

The cyan light struck his abdomen, and there was a tooth-aching sound of bones shattering, and his ribs were presumably broken.

The dark light slammed into the knee of his left leg, and after a loud bang, he fell to his knees uncontrollably, his left leg twisted into a very strange shape.

None of this matters.

The deadliest, white light that hit his chest, became extremely slow in his slightly narrowed eyes.

Raise your sword, slash down, and unite your mind!

Middle!

A big cat wail exploded over the wilderness.

The tip of Yuan Qingya's knife pierced through the white mang, nailing him to the ground.