After leaving the temple, the four of them stood on the roadside for a while.
Yūsuke Yoshikawa was the first to speak, but his voice was much deeper than it was at the station just now.
"Mr. Kishimoto, the existences you mentioned... is that master one of them?"
Masaomi Kishimoto smiled and shook his head.
"No. Master Huashan is indeed an existence that cannot be ignored in Fuyuki City, but he is still far away from wanting the palace master to salute you with three points. After all, he is the palace master."
The three of them nodded in agreement.
Kyoto Prefectural Lord, that is the top of Sage.
But if it's not Huayama Seishū, who is it?
Masaomi Kishimoto didn't bother to explain. He was worried that the more he explained, the more likely it would be that a fool would appear and disrupt the arrangement.
He raised his hand to look at his exquisite watch, then took a taxi to another direction in the city.
"Let's go, we have somewhere to go."
This place is more remote than the temple.
Passing through the old town of Fuyuki City, the buildings in front of you are getting sparser and sparse, and the number of people is getting less and less.
The surrounding trees are dense and dense, blocking out the sky and filtering the afternoon sunlight into mottled and broken shadows.
Climb up the long slope and at the end is an old house.
The age of the house seems to be impossible to verify.
The gray-black wooden walls are now covered with vines, the tiles are covered with thick moss, and even fist-sized mushrooms are growing in some places.
It looks very colorful, and has the potential to lie down after eating it.
The courtyard wall is very high, three to four meters long, with ripples and an invisible barrier that completely covers the scene inside.
The courtyard door consists of two wooden doors that open side by side. The black paint on the door panels has almost peeled off, revealing the gray-white rotten wood. There is a plaque hanging on the lintel with three words written on it.
Release Huyuan.
Next to Fang Huyuan's handwriting, there are deep and shallow carvings criss-crossing each other, as if someone is using it to vent their anger, or as if they are warning others not to get close.
It's chilling.
There is a missing piece in the lower right corner of the plaque, revealing the messy wood chips that are eaten by insects.
The whole house exudes a certain eternal atmosphere, as if it has stood here since the beginning of the world. No matter how the world outside changes, it will not change at all.
The nearby Psychic Energy veins are rotating around the house like a planet around a star.
The four of them stopped.
The faint aura coming from the house made them feel extremely depressed.
Masaomi Kishimoto stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and then bent down at a ninety-degree angle.
The three people behind him saw this and quickly bent down.
Although they don't know what is behind Daoist School, the existence that can make Kishimoto, who is at the peak of Second Tier, make such a gesture is definitely not something they can stand and act arrogantly.
"Senior Fang Huyuan."
Masaomi Kishimoto's voice was more respectful than when he was in the temple.
"Junior Masaomi Kishimoto, the fourth generation of the Kishimoto family, came to visit at the request of Kyoto Prefectural Lord."
The wind passed through the gaps in the courtyard wall, blowing the withered vines and making a rustling sound.
No one responded.
Masaomi Kishimoto remained bent over, motionless, for five seconds, ten seconds, and thirty seconds.
The back of Yūsuke Yoshikawa next to me started to sweat.
He didn't know what was behind Daoist School, but this silence itself was a huge sense of oppression.
He couldn't help but secretly raise his eyelids, the courtyard door was always closed, and the marks on the plaque looked particularly dazzling in the afternoon light and shadow, just when his patience was about to run out.
The door opened.
The two wooden doors automatically slid open to both sides without making any sound, as if they had never been closed.
The courtyard appears in front of you.
The scene inside was beyond everyone's expectation.
There is no desolation, nor is it dilapidated at all, but a scene full of vitality and all things competing.
In the center of the courtyard is a small pond with crystal clear water and a few koi carps swimming leisurely in it.
There is a Cherry Blossom tree planted beside the pond. Logically speaking, it is not the season for Cherry Blossom to bloom, but the tree is full of pink and white flowers. The petals fall with the wind and fall on the water, creating ripples in circles.
Both sides of the bluestone path are covered with unknown flowers and plants, lush and green, with bees and butterflies flying.
This is not an old house in a deserted village, it is clearly a paradise.
But the four people's attention soon stopped at these flowers and plants.
Because Cherry Blossom There is a person standing under the tree.
The man's back was turned to them, his figure was slender and graceful, and his red hair as thick as flames hung down to his waist, glowing bright red in the afternoon sun.
Her bare feet were stepping on the bluestone on the ground. The toes of her bare feet were as white as jade and neat and flawless. Her ankles were so slender that they seemed to break at a single break, and light blue blood vessels were faintly visible on the insteps.
She was wearing a dark red robe, the texture of which was like silk or some kind of softer material, hanging down against the uneven curves of her body.
A black ribbon is tied loosely around the waist.
The moment the courtyard door opened, she slowly turned around.
The four people's breaths stopped at the same time.
That is a face that cannot be described in words.
Not only beautiful, but also charming.
The facial features are exquisite to the extreme, giving off an unreal feeling, like a being walking out of a painting. The skin is as white as snow, the fat can be broken, and the lips are a very light pink.
The corners of his eyes were raised, and his pupils were blood red, like two drops of solidified bright gems.
She looked at the four people outside the door, and the corners of her mouth slowly raised.
That smile was like a flower blooming in the dark night.
"Kyoto is here?"
The voice was lazy and a little hoarse, as if he had just woken up from a nap.
Masaomi Kishimoto's waist bent even lower.
"Yes. Junior Masaomi Kishimoto, on the order of Kyoto Prefectural Lord, come..."
"I know."
The woman interrupted him and stepped on the ground.
Walking from the Cherry Blossom tree to the courtyard gate, my steps were as light as stepping on the water without making any sound.
She walked to the courtyard door, leaned against the door frame, crossed her arms, and glanced at the four people.
Yūsuke Yoshikawa When he was swept by those eyes, he felt that his heartbeat skipped a beat.
It was an almost instinctive throbbing, like a rabbit being stared at by a snake, and the body's instinctive reaction to sensing danger.
Ayano Hoshino silently compared himself with this woman, and then came to a conclusion that made him uncomfortable.
In terms of appearance, she is more than dozens of levels behind.
Sad.
Mayu Matsumoto did not compare these, her focus was entirely on the woman's Psychic Energy fluctuations.
She couldn't feel it, not at all.
This woman stood there like an ordinary person, without any Psychic Energy fluctuations, without any pressure, nothing.
But it's precisely because you can't feel anything that makes it the most terrifying.
An existence that makes her Second Tier completely imperceptible, at least the existence of Third Tier.
It's Third Tier again.
Mayu Matsumoto frowned and mentally raised the danger level of this ghost place Fuyuki City to the highest level.
"You are..."
Masaomi Kishimoto raised his head, looked at the ridiculously young woman in front of him, and carefully organized his words.
"Let Hu Yuan-senpai go..."
"Disciple."
The woman took over the conversation with a casual tone, "My name is Kureha Hōkohara, Master said, let me go with you to Kyoto."
Masaomi Kishimoto was stunned, then ecstatic.
"Really?"
"Yeah." Kureha Hōkohara tilted his head, and his red hair fell from his shoulders, revealing his snow-white and slender neck.
"But, before I go to Kyoto, I have some personal matters to take care of."
His eyes turned to Masaomi Kishimoto.
"You are going to Fuyuki High School next, right?"
Masaomi Kishimoto felt shocked and nodded.
"That's just right."
Hongye raised a finger and gently touched his charming pink lips, the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened a bit.
"There is a guy there who makes Master a little unhappy. I'll go with you."