Hua Kaiyuan Xiuyuan was very refreshed by Qiao Xi's three views, and then after saying goodbye in a trance, he never appeared again, Qiao Xi guessed that he should be recombining his worldview.

Cough.

However, a few hundred years later, Kyoto has long been a matter of people, and the flower blossom courtyard Xiuyuan did not come, and Ibaraki flew in Kabukicho, and occasionally remembered that Qiao Xi brought him a little delicious food, and the rest of the time, Qiao Xi was really bored.

After doing nothing for several days in a row, Qiao Xi wrote a letter of worship and sent it to the home of Huakaiyuan.

When he received the stacked delicate flower notes, Hua Kaiyuan Xiuyuan was a little confused.

- No one he knew, except for those pretending nobles, would pay homage so politely.

However, looking at the handwriting on the paper that looked quite elegant but unfamiliar, unconsciously, Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan remembered a person.

- No, I'm not sure if they're a human or a youkai.

Hanakaiin Xiuyuan suddenly laughed under the gaze of Shikijin next to him, which made Shikigami, who had already failed in IQ, very dazed.

But he didn't have to be at a loss for long, and he was almost stunned by a series of preparation orders issued by Hua Kaiyuan Xiuyuan.

Not to mention the preparations made by Hidemoto in Hanakaiin in order to entertain Qiao Xi, after Qiao Xi sent the god of worship to Hanakaiin's house, he ran to Kabukicho.

Speaking of which, although Ibaraki has been here all year round, whether it was hundreds of years ago or now, Qiao Xi has not been here a few times.

He didn't say hello to Ibaraki in advance, but dressed as an ordinary aristocratic son in Kyoto, and staggered into Kabukicho.

Anyway, the atmosphere on this street is just different from the atmosphere of a normal street.

That's what the so-called lights are talking about.

- Well, it's just that the taste feels a little rushed.

Qiao Xi's eyebrows wrinkled, raised his hand to cover his nose with a fan, and then raised his eyes and looked around, the clean temperament on his body and the curious look in his eyes all told everyone that this little boy in front of him was definitely still a chick.

- Especially the smiling kabuki in the attic by the roadside.

Qiao Xi looked around for a while, and found that there was nothing to see here, and if you looked at it carefully, it didn't feel any different from other streets—except that the aura of humans here was generally darker.

Qiao Xi only looked at it for a while before losing interest, thought about it, raised his hand and pulled someone casually, and asked with a smile: "Excuse me, may I ask if that famous Ciziji is on this street?" ”

He grabbed a woman with her head bowed and hurriedly revealed.

The woman was wearing a bright yellow kimono, and although it was layered, a large snow-white chest was exposed in the air.

Her hair was neatly coiled, with only a pair of ordinary silver hairpins inserted on it, and she walked with a low brow and pleasing appearance, which looked no different from most of the women on the street.

- And the reason why Qiao Xi chose her was just to feel that this woman's soul was still bright.

The moment the woman was pulled by Qiao Xi, there was some panic in her eyes, but soon, she calmly moved away, her eyebrows and eyes drooped slightly, and after a salute, she answered Qiao Xi's question in a thin voice.

"Good day, sir. Did you say that Tsakihime? This is a chome, and Isakohime is in the best loft of the 2-chome that passed from there. ”

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pointed out a direction for Qiao Xi, both in her movements and expression, she was humble and impeccable.

Qiao Xi glanced at her, didn't say anything, said thank you in a low voice, and walked in the direction the woman pointed.

The moment the woman heard him thank you, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she even looked up at him uncontrollably.

But Qiao Xi thanked him, and walked away neatly, and when the woman looked up, she only saw a softly lined side face left by him when he turned around, and a back that looked clean and out of place on the street.

The woman took a breath, gritted her teeth, and stared at Qiao Xi's back to stop talking, but in the end, she didn't say anything, just lowered her head and hurried in one direction as she had done before.

She didn't see that the moment she lowered her head, the young man who had already walked into the crowd suddenly turned his head and glanced into the corner.

Qiao Xi's eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at the woman, and then turned around and walked towards the second chome.

The woman had a faint demonic aura on her.

— but it doesn't matter.

Qiao Xi shook his head secretly, and then left the woman's matter behind.

He turned the corner of the street, and with a glance of his eyes, he knew why the woman's introduction was so concise and to the point.

Really, the so-called best attic is too obvious.

In the midst of a crowd of houses, old and new, but uniform in style, suddenly an aristocratic attic popped up as if it stood out from the crowd.

Qingfeng had already sent the bustling voice over there and the demonic aura of Ibaraki, Qiao Xi's eyebrows moved, and he raised his eyes to look at the black mist formed by the overwhelming evil thoughts that were entwined in the sky above the attic, and suddenly he just wanted to sigh deeply.

Along the way, you can always hear the coquettish laughter of women, mixed with the occasional laughing voice of men, or the occasional sticky gasp between men and women, but in this attic with a strange painting style, it is only filled with men's roars.

Qiao Xi: "......"

Qiao Xi stood at the door, looked down at the steps under his feet, and began to think very seriously about whether he wanted to go in now.

After a thirty-second pause, he finally picked up his steps.

After all—it's all here.

Qiao Xi shook the fan, fanned away the evil thoughts that were attracted by the aura on his body, and then walked towards the backyard with a clear goal.

The level of chaos in the backyard was even worse than the last time it was in a certain city lord's mansion.

As soon as Qiao Xi's gaze touched those crazy figures, he couldn't help but start to have a headache.

Ibaraki, this guy, is the Onmyoji of the whole of Kyoto a dead man?!

As if sensing Qiao Xi's thoughts, Ci Ziji, who was supposed to be sitting on the high platform, suddenly appeared beside him, and said proudly: "Except for Qingming in this world, other onmyoji are no more than Erer. ”

"Huh."

Qiao Xi sneered at him.

——I heard that behind every "hehe" is a deep meaning of grass and mud horses.

He didn't know about others, but at this moment, this situation and this scene is undoubtedly very in line with Qiao Xi's state of mind.