The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Welcome back, Master Zi."

Lan lowered her head deeply. Although her tone remained calm, her trembling body had betrayed her heart. It had been a long time since she had felt such a terrifying aura from her master.

"Well, we're back."

It was the same tone as usual. Although Zi's aura seemed to be raging wildly, her spirit was surprisingly calm.

When Zi returned to the Lost House, she did not lazily slump in a corner as usual, but abnormally stood in the center of the room, staring at the empty wall in a daze.

Seeing Zi like this, Lan and Cheng didn't dare to presume to sit down first, and the two stood behind Zi far away without daring to breathe.

Blue is better. After all, her body is a powerful monster nine-tailed fox. No matter how strong Zi is, she can still stand. But Orange is different. She is still too weak and her face turns pale after a while. Incomparable.

Holding his crumbling shikigami in his arms, Lan frowned and hesitated for a while before trying to ask:

"What happened, Master Zi?"

"Um?"

Zi turned around and glanced inadvertently, and the light emitted from the golden pupils almost made Lan dare not look directly. She had to lower her head lower and wait for the master's words with a more respectful attitude.

A strange silence brewed between the master and the servant. Zi's narrowed eyes seemed to be thinking about something, and then suddenly, the restless momentum all over her body calmed down after a chuckle, like a mirror-like lake, The reflection of others is bottomless.

"blue."

Zi gently called the shikigami's name, but for some reason, although Zi's body now only seemed to be ordinary, it made Lan feel more and more frightened.

It's like the prelude to a storm. What kind of terrible thoughts are hidden in the heart wrapped in a calm appearance. Whenever she thinks of this, Lan shudders.

But she is a Shikigami after all, things like not daring to step forward because she is afraid of her master are absolutely not allowed to happen.

Lan patted Cheng's head in his arms, signaling her to leave, while he walked slowly to Zi's side, whispering:

"Master Zi."

"Let's go out."

As Zi spoke, she drew a crack in the space in front of her, and the door to the deep gap slowly opened. She walked in first, her blue eyes darkened, and she followed without hesitation.

Although the purpose, destination, and content of the trip were not stated, Lan would never question Zi. As an excellent shikigami, she knew what to do when.

Now she just needs to follow Zi honestly.

Traveling through the gap where there is no concept of distance, Lan found that the surrounding sky suddenly lit up. This was obviously not normal, because the time in Gensokyo should be night at this time.

But when she raised her head, she immediately felt relieved, the gloomy sky, the world without the boundaries of day and night, here is the underworld.

Zi walked ahead without saying a word, and Lan followed silently, looking at the nearby scenery from time to time. The place they were in seemed to be a garden, but it was not the White Jade Tower that Zi often went to, but a smaller one. Some places.

While Lan was puzzled, he suddenly sensed the aura of the living in front of him.

"This is still a rare visitor, Yakumo Zi-sama, Yakumo Zilan-sama."

His old voice was consistent with his appearance, and the green and white kendo hakama was no longer as sharp as it used to be.

Soul demon taboo.

Lan frowned slightly as she looked at the old man in front of her, the former court master of Baiyu Tower, who had now entered the final stage of his life. She couldn't think of the reason why Zi came to him specifically.

"It's indeed been a long time since we officially met, Yaoji."

Zi called out the name of Soul Yaoji in the way of greetings between old friends, and at the same time gently waved to Lan behind him:

"Lan, wait here."

"Yes, Master Zi."

Even if she had doubts in her heart, she would never show it, Lan hid all unnecessary curiosity in her eyes.

Zi and Yaoji walked into the room. The Japanese tatami pattern always gave people an illusion of calmness and sluggishness. She kept silent with her back to Yaoji. It wasn't until the other party closed the door to the room that she slowly Raise one hand.

At that moment, the undercurrent hidden under Zi Jing's appearance turned into rampant demonic power, swallowing the two of them into a gap full of strange pupils in the blink of an eye.

And Lan outside the door only noticed that the powerful fluctuation of demon power in the room disappeared in a flash, she closed her eyes rationally and remained in a state of indifference and ignorance.

During the gap, Yao Ji was crushed to the ground by the terrifying momentum without resisting. He felt the weight on his body as if filled with lead and his body that suddenly seemed empty. He knew that this was a masterpiece from the adult in front of him.

"Did I offend you in any way? Yakumo Zi-sama?"

After all, it was Bai Yulou's former court teacher. Although his life and death were completely controlled by the other party, Yaoji still maintained his usual calm.

"Offended? Don't say it so horribly."

Zi lazily leaned on a long chair that could even be used as a bed, supporting her hanging Zhen head with one hand, with a faint smile on her lips, and her tone was different from the high-profile battle, and was surprisingly calm.

"Yaoji, we haven't known each other for a day or two, we just want to talk to you."

While waving his hands, he unknowingly played with a certain state of Yao Ji's body. Hearing the other party's painful groan, Zi smiled and said:

"It's just that we think we can have a better conversation in this way."

"Well"

Being manipulated by Yakumo Zi to manipulate the realm in his body, and being played with extremely badly, Yaoji feels that all his original common sense has been subverted, and now he can't even control his body, not even a finger.

"Don't worry so much, Yaoji."

The violence in the purple-gold eyes flashed away, and he said in a voice as harmless as a little sheep:

"We just want to ask a few things."

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Thousands of years ago, Yaoji was not Yakumo Zi's opponent, and there was still a gap between the two that he was crushed unilaterally. He didn't expect that he would feel this feeling again after a thousand years.

"Similarly powerless?"

Sighing at himself, Soul Demon Ji lowered his eyes deeply:

".What do you want to ask?"

"Something from the past."

Zi's ​​gaze rose up, past Yaoji, and fell into the endless gap abyss:

"Yao Ji, do you still remember why the White Jade Tower was built in the underworld?"

Smiling, Zi's words became more solemn.

"Do you still remember who is buried under the Westward Demon?"

As he said that, Zi Luo's eyes became sharper.

"Do you still remember the name of the master you once served?"

Silent and silent, Zi waited for Yaoji's answer.

".Remember."

"hehe."

Hearing Yaoji's answer, Zi smiled with satisfaction. She slowly straightened her body, looked down at the half-ling in front of her, and spit out a cold memory:

"The only ones who can know the existence of 'her' are you who buried her under the Xixing Yao, and us who killed her, right?"

".As you said."

"In that case, then, Yaoji, I hope you can tell me—"

Standing up from the chair, Zi walked in front of Yaoji, grabbed his hair with one hand, so that their eyes were at the same level, and the pandan he spit out was like poison, making Yaoji's face pale to the extreme.

The killing intent in her eyes frantically circulated, and Zi stared at Yaoji, who had lost her breath, and said word by word:

"Why does Wu also know that name?"

With bloodshot golden pupils, Zi asked hysterically:

"Why, Wu will also know Yuyuko's name before he was alive!!"