Weaving the Temple.

"Whew... There's nothing more enjoyable than being alive and enjoying the sun. ”

In front of the weaving guard, Qinghe, who was facing the rising sun, raised his head and squinted his eyes... Good weather can really make people feel happy.

The colorful sunshine... It reveals vitality and hope, just like life.

"I seem to understand a little..."

The muttering Qinghe lifted the colored curtain and entered the main hall... He seemed to understand why the old man liked the sun so much.

Because sunlight is the sun.

Its brilliance is like the sun, sweeping all the charms and spirits in the sky.

Its warmth, warmth, shines on all beings... Bring light and hope, beauty and tranquility.

When the ten-day covenant arrived, Senjumaru sat quietly in the center of the main hall as he first met... Elegant and unhurried.

"Geniuses are mostly paranoid and crazy."

He doesn't know if this test is embarrassing, but Qinghe understands... No matter what, he must pass the Senjumaru level: "Good morning, Lord Hall." ”

"Good morning, Izumi-kun... You seem to be confident and hope to satisfy your concubine. ”

Click... Does Senjumaru have arms? Of course.

But she still dragged her chin with her bony arm, leaned forward, and made a gesture of listening.

It's a kind of action with a terrifying aesthetic and a very personal color.

Qinghe smiled slightly: "Your Excellency, please rest assured, you will definitely be satisfied." ”

"Oh? Let's talk about it... Your understanding of "line". "Senjumaru can't be denied.

Qinghe didn't speak, but took out one ball of thread after another from his arms: red, yellow, blue, green, diamond... Ahh

Even though Kiyowa's movements were strange, Senjumaru didn't interrupt soundly, and his eyes revealed a sense of "interest".

Airplanes... The power of the soft ghost path poured out from Qinghe's hands, wrapping around various colored threads, and then these threads stretched out in the soft white light, and appeared in front of him.

His face was full of confidence and harmony: his fingers were flying, fluttering but occasionally with some neat but passionate waves.

As if playing a symphony, the lines of various colors are gradually painted into patterns with the gentle conduct.

Da Da... As the lines unfold, Kiyowa's body moves with it.

The colors in Senjumaru's eyes became more and more intense: the blue ocean, the red maple leaves, the yellow sun, the orange sun, the white clouds, and the cyan bricks......

With the passage of time, this picture scroll drawn by Qinghe with lines on behalf of the pen gradually took shape in the main hall.

"It's... This is the Silent Soul Court... That's the Imperial Headquarters, that's the Red Maple Forest, that's..."

While Senjumaru raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth hooked up a trace of curvature... It's kind of interesting.

"Your Excellency... There is more to come. ”

Qinghe spoke calmly... Fingers move again: the sun sets and the moon rises, time passes, and the vicissitudes of life.

The originally brightly colored picture scroll turned gray with the passage of time... All sorts of pigments are cleared and extracted, and the lines change: ruins and desolation take the place of the bright colors of the past.

"Hmph... This world is not without you. ”

Senjumaru's face was slightly cold... The little imp actually used the way of lines, instead of words, to tell her: if he fails... What will the Silent Soul Court become?

"Weaver Hall Master, I think you misunderstood something." Qinghe smiled mysteriously.

Senjumaru's brows furrowed, and an inquiry appeared in his eyes... But when he did the "painting", the line really said that.

"Listening to the sound of the line, as long as you keep winding the line like this, feelings will slowly develop between people and the line..."

Qinghe hooked his fingers, and a gray thread slowly returned to his hand, slowly dyed red.

"Between people, between people and things... There is an invisible line in them. I don't know why you want to give such an ambiguous test, it seems that the hall master is confused. ”

Kiyowa took a deep look at Senjumaru... This woman, though well disguised.

But he is still in a kind of "spiritual motherhood", and he doesn't know too much about the "same kind".

"Confused? That kind of thing doesn't exist for me. Senjumaru responded to Kiyowa's gaze.

"Pout, eyes closed, open, body movements... Woman, that delicate sensitivity, no matter how you hide it, must be reflected."

Senjumaru's answer allowed Kiyowa to confirm his guess... The power of the spirit king was agreed, and this person hadn't decided whether to give it to him or not.

Inexplicably, Kiyowa's mind came to Konatsu's perception of Senjumaru... Born in the 12th team.,It's the youngest in the zero team.,The least qualified.。

Immediately after, the purple-haired woman named "Cai Hui" appeared... Jean Qinghe narrowed his eyes: Perhaps, these two people know each other.

It was even a relationship between superiors and subordinates at one time... Or some distant relative or something.

"I can't ask yet... She's already on guard."

"Looks like I'm too careful... As I said, whether you can see it or not, as long as it is a "thread", there must be a "knot". ”

"It is the knot that connects the ropes, the knot that connects people, and the flow of time is also the knot, all of which are the power of the Spiritual Son. The Lord of the Hall asked me to learn how to make knotted ropes, and I learned the fluidity of the Reiko, which is the embodiment of the flow of time. ”

Turning the conversation to the ordeal of harmony and re-movement, the red thread returns to the "picture scroll": "The threads come together, form, twist, entangle, sometimes restore... Break, reconnect, this is the knot, this is time, this is the "line" that belongs to me. ”

There are a few more changes to the picture scroll that has been restored to color... The central forty-six rooms disappeared, and the bipolar disappeared, and in their place were several more schools.

That's exactly what Asidor was praying for... It was also agreed upon by the two.

Although he can't do it now, he will be able to... Because of the passage of time, he will one day sit in the position of captain.

What the future will hold is uncertain... But Qinghe is not worried, as long as he does it seriously, he will have a clear conscience even if he fails.

After reading and understanding the meaning that Qinghe was trying to express, Senjumaru bowed slightly... Although it seems naïve, the other party did it step by step.

"There is one last question about the concubine."

As if some kind of decision had been made, Senjumaru finally stood up.

"Your Excellency, I want to guess." Kiyowa's gaze was calm.

"The concubine allows you to call my name... Call me Senjumaru. ”

"Is that the point... Forget it, the last level."

"Senjumaru senior, I'm talking about painting." Kiyowa spit out the other party's name.

The corners of Senjumaru's mouth raised: "She is my only disciple... What she said, I believed. All right... Quan-kun, can you tell me what you did in the soul hourglass and what you want to get? ”

Things have come to this point... The truth is finally revealed: this is the main reason why he was "embarrassed" by the other party.

Qinghe smiled bitterly and said, "The reason is very simple, I tried to do soul evolution... It was a fluke. ”

Airplanes...!

Kiyowa cast his soul fluctuation on Senjumaru: there is no need to hide it anymore... He must get his hands on the power of the Spirit King.

Feeling this aura of the same level, Senjumaru's surprise overflowed: "It's not even dead... It's a miracle of the Seven Heavens... No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call yourself a "miracle." ”

All the members of Team Zero who have been transformed by the power of the Spirit King understand how dangerous the evolution of the soul is.