Shiraishi returned to the shrine's mansion, and the corridor and bedroom on the ground floor were lit, apparently because they were afraid that he would not be able to come back and see, so they deliberately did not close.

In fact, he will not be affected by the darkness, but this heart-warming act of leaving the light still makes his heart warm.

There is a thermos cup at the door of the bedroom, and a note is pressed, and the beautiful handwriting can be seen at a glance from the pen of Jun Komori.

He unscrewed the thermos cup, the fragrant heat came to his nose, and he didn't rush to drink the sobering soup and stepped into the bedroom.

The money earned today was neatly folded and laid out next to the spread mattress, and at the bottom was a note with a series of numbers on it.

Bai Shi's face was full of wry smiles, they were so intimate, they were afraid that he would be tired, so they even helped him count the money.

But counting money is one of the few pleasures that men have.

He looked at it, and the whole amount on the note was 530,000 yuan, and the fraction was 7,900 yen.

Coupled with his current deposit, the whole number is one million and forty thousand, and the fraction does not need to be counted, and it will be spent in a few days.

The cost of raising them is not low, and the cost per person in a month is 30,000 yen, and there is meat for a meal, vegetables are indispensable, and occasionally a snack is needed.

Thanks to the fact that the shrine is his house and has a pool, he was able to save on rent and water bills, and only had to pay the electricity bill every month.

This summer, electricity bills are a big expense.

He took into account the physique of the Ghost Dragon Courtyard Meiya, who is afraid of heat and sweating, and is afraid that he will have to install an air conditioner.

Kamiki and Komori naturally can't do without.

Shiraishi can use the butterfly technique to keep the shrine in the spring, just to change the natural weather for such a trivial matter, he feels that it is not necessary, and the things that can be solved with money are still solved with money.

"That's another expense, but it's a big step closer to the goal of 2.783 million yen."

Shiraishi thought that in October, there would be a festival at Nohara Shrine, and that was to send the gods.

I don't know who made it up that in October, Japan's eight million gods would gather at the Izumo Taisha Shrine.

Outside of the Cloud Shrine, the rest of the places will be called the month of October.

The Nohara Shrine holds a festival every year in early October, which is not as large as the early summer festival and is also a lot of income.

Plus the order of the hunting spirit and the short video that may explode.

Shiraishi believes that he will be able to achieve his goal of buying a car by the end of the year, and in another six months, he is expected to experience the speed and passion of racing in the Isle of Man.

"Take your time." He stretched his waist, took another sip of decanting soup, which was sweet to his heart, and took pictures of the money with his mobile phone, without putting it away.

With him, no one can steal money from this bedroom, no matter where it is placed.

Quickly taking off his hunting clothes and black gauze hat, he slipped all the way into the bathroom, put thirty-one degrees of warm water, too hot will soak in sweat, too cold to soak in the bath.

"Comfortable." He screamed, drank two more sips of sobering soup, leaned against the bathtub, and used his mobile phone with one hand to send a video of Akira's Kagura dance, as well as a photo of the banknote, "Today is really a bumper harvest." ”

The other party didn't reply, he didn't care, he jumped to the YouTube short video, someone sent a private message to urge the update, and answered with unified words, it's almost fast.

In fact, he has no inspiration in his heart for what short video to shoot, and the specific day is still tentative.

No hurry, it's only early June.

He decided to pigeon for a few more days.

……

Next.

In the early morning, many people are still under the covers, and the summer sun has already risen and shone on the earth.

After sweeping the floor of the shrine, the god Nagi Rin didn't wake up the god lord, and he slept so late yesterday and drank again, so he still let him sleep a little longer.

They left Shiraishi's breakfast and began to practice separately.

From the time she decided to hold the early summer festival until now, she has been practicing Kagura Dance, and she has not even touched the handle of her sword, so she will probably be a little rusty, and she can only get back to her state as soon as possible.

She hurried to the side of the mansion.

The cans were hanging from the bars, swaying in the wind, her right hand holding the handle of Rachel's knife, her eyes becoming sharp, and her mind automatically transformed the scene.

Imagine yourself like the Edo drama, standing in the empty wilderness, those cans transformed into sword-wielding samurai, eyeing the surroundings.

"Vientiane Divine Mirage."

She pronounced the name of the move, anyway, it was not a real battle, she was secretly playing handsome, and there was more of that atmosphere.

The foot stepped forward, the hand pulled out the knife and waved, the sharp spiritual pressure went straight to the handle from the right arm, and then extended the blade outward, buzzing, and the breeze begged for mercy on the tip of the knife.

Click.

The can cracked open from it, and the tip of the knife was still a decimeter from there, and she was stunned, not expecting it to be so easy.

Immediately, she remembered the words of the Divine Lord, and dancing was also a practice, "It turns out that it's true." ”

Kaminagi Rin practiced Kagura Dance with the idea of repaying the Lord Kagura, and never regarded Kagura Dance as a practice.

Looking at the mirror-smooth incision, she was full of joy, swept the cans again, raised her head, and said coolly, "You're dead." ”

"What are you doing?"

A voice drifted from the corridor.

Kaminagi Rin's face turned red, and he said in a panic, "God, Lord God, why are you awake?" No, when are you standing there looking at me? ”

"It's you who said that you are dead, and this point in time is a little bit forward."

Shiraishi deliberately repeated her words just now, and learned the movement of the head and the proud eyes.

Kaminagi Rin's face was so red that her earlobes and her toes with snow-white foot bags were so embarrassed that she buttoned up her straw sandals and explained that she was trying to train better. ”

"Okay, I understand your feelings, who has had that experience when they were young, when there was no one around, they suddenly threw a punch in front of them, fantasizing about the scene of the destruction of mountains and rivers."

Shiraishi replied with a straight face.

Kaminagi Rin's face is even redder, she will do that, she is simply bullied by the nobles in England, has no friends, and plays alone all year round, resulting in a richer imagination.

Later, I found that if this kind of imagination is used in cultivation, it is closer to actual combat, but it is not easy to talk to others.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, you can learn to mirage, and then it's the third move of Vientiane Divine Flow."

Bai Shi snapped his fingers with his right hand to divert her attention, and said, "The name of the third move is Dragon Roar, you look at it carefully, knife." ”

A mediocre katana appeared in his palm, grasped it in one hand, and swung it forward in a drawn-out shape.

Whining~

Kaminagi Rin heard a low, melodious voice, which sounded like a dragon's groan, and the invisible wind rolled up the can.

There was a crackling, the cans were crumbling, and the ropes were breaking.

"Dragon Roar is a combination of the first move Tornado and the second move Mirage, which is a ranged attack."

In terms of slashing, anything that can attack a distance of one meter outside of one's blade is a ranged attack.

Edgeworth kills enemies thousands of miles away, and that belongs to the ranks of Taoism, not slashing.

"This trick is like a mirage, pouring your spiritual pressure into the wind set off by the tornado, and you have to practice diligently."

Shiraishi admonished, and the crumbled cans seemed to have a magnetic force, regrouping and hanging from the bar.

God Nagi Rin put aside the shyness in her heart and nodded, "I understand. ”

"Come on," Shiraishi turned around and went to the courtyard to instruct Miya of the Oniryuin Temple.