Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo - Chapter 1265
Chapter 1265
Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan and Nuliang Huayao looked at each other. At first, they thought Ashiya Dao was all about helping them. Now it seems that he also has his own purpose and has no interest in helping them.
“I will warn you one last time…”
Ashiya Doman quickly calmed down his mind, his smile was a little weird, a little horrified, and the old and clear contradictory eyes became deeper and deeper.
“… All of you underestimated that great Onmyoji. He knows the past, present, and future. Perhaps everything you do is in his control. Everything you do is what he wants. Let you do it.”
Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan’s heart jumped, and couldn’t help but say: “…Should we summon Amaterasu Daiyu God and Taishan Fujun, it is his will? He unknowingly influenced us to do this?”
“Ha ha ha ha ha……”
Ashiya Road did not speak, but smiled deeply.
Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan and Nu Liang were horrified and horrified. If this is true, then how can they underestimate the monster master, they are simply playing in the palm of his hand.
But, why does he want to summon Amaterasu Omikami and Taishan Fujun? Isn’t this asking for trouble? Moreover, since other onmyojis can do it, if he wants to, he can do it more easily as a great onmyoji.
“Could it be that he had arranged that little girl a long time ago?”
Huakaiyuan Xiuyuan frowned his small eyebrows and muttered to himself.
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The world is called fate, the knotted silk thread is tangled and entangled, the fragile and sad flowers of the other shore, living in anger, sorrow, and tears, beyond the curtain of midnight, the hatred that is difficult to dispel, I wish to dispel it.
six years ago–
“When will the cherry blossoms bloom? In the mountain village, when will they blossom? The cherry blossoms, when will they be fragrant? The seven sons laugh and play often. When will the cherry blossoms float? The seven sons sing songs and sink into sleep. When will the cherry blossoms die? The seven sons pass away, and the soul ascends to heaven.”
The melodious and beautiful voice sings mysterious nursery rhymes with whispering voices, but the lyrics are faintly secretive.
Here is a small village hidden deep in the mountains, with a beautiful environment, lush green all over the mountains and countless beautiful cherry blossoms in full bloom.
The village is not big, and every household is well-known. It is better to say that all people are relatives than neighbors.
There is no war, no harassment by monsters, and it seems like a legendary peach blossom field in the world. People here believe in the ‘mountain god’ and believe that they can stay away from the worries of war and the erosion of monsters, all of which are the blessings of the mountain god.
The worship of mountain gods has also become a tradition. The most luxurious place in the village is the shrine on the top of the mountain. The most powerful person is the village head and the head of the shrine.
A little girl who was about seven years old was wearing a shabby bathrobe and squatting by the clear river. She started with the largest stones and placed them in a tower-like shape. She also sang the name of “Send Seven Sons” gently in her mouth. Nursery rhymes.
Her voice was not like a child’s ignorance, but rather calm. Even all the mess around her seemed to be healed under her voice and slowly calmed down.
“Patter…Patter…”
A small stone accidentally fell from the spire of the tower, and after a few bounces along the slope, it fell to a not far away. The girl raised her face that was delicate and expressionless like a doll, and stretched out her hand to want to go. Pick up the stone.
Only the next moment, her brown pupils flashed with a hint of surprise, because beside the stone, a pair of feet caught her eye, slowly raising her head, she finally saw clearly that it was a large-dressed imperial palace. God robe, gentle-faced teenager, the brilliance of the sun shed from behind the teenager, causing the little girl to subconsciously cover her eyes, as if the bright brilliance was radiating from the teenager in front of her.
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The little girl dumbly picked up the stone, held her in her palm, raised her head and looked at the man in front of her.
She is bold, even in the face of strange, gorgeously dressed people, she still has no fear at all.
“Mr., are you lost?”
The little girl opened her mouth and opened her mouth softly. The healing voice makes people listen like a spring breeze. She has a pretty short black hair, which will reach her ear and comb into the unique head shape of a little girl of this age. It is like a doll sold by a roadside vendor, exquisite and fragile.
The little girl’s expression was very calm, she just moved the corners of her mouth, not sure if she was trying to make a smile.
Fresh and dark hair, with white and porcelain skin, the little girl’s body is very clean, there is no trace of filth, but the clothes she wears are very shabby, although it is rare for ordinary people in this era, with The color of the yukata, but the pink traces on the clothes have been mottled and peeled off, and the sleeves and collars are still patched. Just looking at it, this dress has a history of many years.
Even in a deep mountain village where there are almost no people, there are still rulers here, who will be sent to collect rent. Even if it is self-satisfaction, the people in the village can barely eat their food. As for the luxury goods, think It is very difficult to fill the stomach.
This is a very common situation in Yamato in this era. The difference in living standards between the upper and the bottom of the pyramid is like heaven and earth.
She can only wear yukata. As for the luxurious clothes like kimono, only real ladies of the nobility can wear it.
“My name is Liangyiluo…love…”
The man made a gentle voice, and in some cool mornings, with the faint warm breeze, the soul seemed to be baptized.
The little girl widened her brown pupils, and opened her small mouth slightly as if she was surprised, “…how do you know my name?”
“I know everything, not just your name, but even your past, your present, and your future. I also know all of… love…”
The common people of this era don’t have a surname, so the little girl in front of her needs only one name-love.
“Are you… the big man outside?”
From birth to now, Ai has been living in this small mountain village in a remote corner. She has never seen the outside world. Even the people outside have only seen the murderous-looking soldiers who come to collect rent. And the greatest person she had ever met was only the village chief and village chief.
“I am from the messenger of hell…love…”
Liang Yiluo took a step forward and came to love.
Beloved, who is only seven years old, is so small that he can’t even reach Liang Yiluo’s waist.
He bent down slightly, and without any effort, opened Ai’s little hand with baby fat, and took out the stone inside.
Walking to the pile of stones, Liang Yiluo placed the last small stone on the spire of the tower, completing a pair of childlike and strange stone creations.
“I’m sorry, love… Your future is already doomed, for my purpose, for my wish, you have to sacrifice, love…”
“That is the long-destined future, but I can change it, but I still have to promote it personally. Perhaps in your eyes, all of this is caused by me. This is not the future you should have, but, no matter what Say, it will happen…love…”
Liang Yiluo’s voice is ethereal, as if passing away with the wind at any time, invading love’s mind from all directions.
Ai’s eyes widened, she was as quiet as a doll, completely unable to understand what the person in front of her was talking about.
Just for some reason, the language that was gentle and warm before is now like the cold wind of hell, as if the little girl saw the beauty of Santu River.
“You don’t have to know, it’s impossible to know, just feel the last beauty like this…love…”
The dark eyes were deep and quiet, and Liang Yi did not feel any pity when he said these words, only indifferent and indifferent.
Love is the time to discover that the person in front of him has beautiful eyes, as if he can see the black flames burning and falling, like an illusion of time and space, mysteriously entwining the unchanging reincarnation…
“As a reward, as a reward that you may not want to get, I gave it to you, love…”
A bunch of blood-red fruits appeared in Liang Yiluo’s hands, delicate and charming, just like a peach heart in love.
He plucked one from the branch and handed it to Love’s mouth gently and slowly.
Ai looked at the bright red fruit in front of her, as if it were human blood. She didn’t know what it was, but blankly opened Ying Hong’s small mouth, letting Liang Yiluo put it into her mouth.
Some are sour, some are sweet, and the aroma is strong, just like the green and sweet pink lips of a girl.