The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

Da da.

The frightened deer in the courtyard made a crisp sound, sitting cross-legged on the tatami mat full of luxury, the air seemed to be filled with a taste called nobility.

In the ancient tea-scented room, Wu Ye sat upright. Although he repeatedly warned himself not to be nervous, his slightly trembling hands behind him were still full of sweat.

The maid beside him no longer knows how many cups of tea she has added for herself, and Wu Ye always drinks it down habitually every time, not only to cover up his inner panic, but also because he doesn't know how to taste tea at all.

But even if Wu was raised and disabled by the previous generation of witches, so that he didn't understand tea at all, then he could detect from years of experience that this tea was by no means ordinary.

"This is tea brought from the mainland, Mr. Kosaka must be familiar with it, right?"

"Of course."

The upper master's words brought Takeya's thoughts back from the sky. He subconsciously put his eyes on the middle-aged man who spoke, but immediately looked away.

Not counting those on TV, the highest-status person Takeya had ever seen in his life was just a citizen representative, so he couldn't get used to facing such a guy with an aristocratic air in every gesture.

Fujiwara is not waiting, just the two right ministers, this is the person who is talking to Takeya now.

This middle-aged uncle who looks amazing is actually really amazing. Although I don’t know how to describe it, he is already amazing if he can make the history idiot Takeya remember his name in a book.

But these are not the point. The point is that the right minister is a figure from the Nara period, that is, an antique from the era where Takeya lived more than a thousand years ago.

If it wasn't for the whole family running out of the grave to play disco in this situation, then he must be dreaming.

But if you want to say that this is a dream, then this dream is too real!

Takeya's thoughts began to fly freely again. Once or twice was accidental, but nothing happened. Fujiwara put down the teacup in his hand and asked with concern: "Mr. Kousaka? But the reception was not good?"

"Uh, no! Of course not, you worry too much"

"Haha, I overlooked that. Mr. Kosaka has worked hard all the way, so he should go to rest first."

"Thank you very much"

Wu Ye breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, in the eyes of Fujiwara Bubi and others, this scene was just a smile, and nothing was revealed.

Fujiwara Fuhito's considerateness made Takeya burst into tears with gratitude. Although he was a middle-aged uncle, he did not appear to be strict and rigid at all, which even made Takeya feel an inexplicable good impression. He had to sigh that the right minister's control over people's hearts was indeed at its peak.

"Tonight, I hope to have dinner with Mr. Kosaka. I am amazed by the knowledge you have acquired. Please be sure to come and see me."

"No, no, you are too much, I am just."

"cough."

Just as Wu Ye was about to be humble, an undetectable cough suddenly reached his ears. Meihong, who was sitting not far away, shook her head gently towards him, and then quietly wriggled her lips.

"Ah, you are right," Wu Ye put away the humility on his face and pretended to be serious: "For me who have traveled in the mainland, learning and knowledge have always made me complacent."

"I fully understand this. Your wisdom is unparalleled among the people I have met." Fujiwara Fuhiwai was not angry because of Takeya's arrogant words, and the smile on his face actually increased a bit. .

Then Fujiwara Fubi and others summoned a maid and asked her to take Takeya to the room to rest first. Walking on the extremely comfortable tatami, Takeya felt that every step he took was in vain.

As soon as he left Fujiwara Fubi's study, Takeya's whole body went limp before he had gone very far. Fortunately, Meihong who was following behind quickly stepped forward to support him.

Thanks to Meihong's carefulness, Wu couldn't make any jokes, and the two came to the guest room safely.

After entering the door, Wu Ye lay down on the ground with a snap. He was about the size of a dried salted fish. He couldn't even jump up and down, which made the girl on the side twitch her eyes.

"Hey, get up, isn't it embarrassing?"

"No, now I just want Jing Jing, don't ask me who Jing Jing is."

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Looking at Wu Ye's appearance, Meihong feels powerless for a while, she just thinks that the other's appearance can be described in one sentence.

Mud cannot hold up a wall.

"I said, what are you worried about? I'm right next to you. Are you afraid of being like this?"

"It's easy to say, you are right next to you, why don't you go by yourself?"

"Nonsense! If I can go up by myself, I still need to watch you embarrass yourself over there!"

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Mei Hong's words were very unreasonable, but Wu Ye couldn't find anything to refute.

Mei Hong has contributed a lot to being able to turn herself, a "disrespectful person" who was still surrounded by samurai a second ago, into the respectable "Mr. Kosaka" now.

Or it was her plan from beginning to end.

Although Meihong has never called Fujiwara Fubi to wait until now, the identity of the two of them as father and daughter is there, and Takeya knew it as early as the time of Yongye's sudden change.

Meihong naturally understands her father, so there is the following series of divine manipulations.

Meihong, a Horai native, was as strong as a monster, and Takeya, a bastard, was not as strong as a human being, so the two guys who were far beyond normal people performed a live version of the secret transmission of sound in front of Fujiwara Fuhi.

All the answers between Takeya and Fujiwara were completed by Meihong, and all the extraordinary knowledge came from Meihong's mouth and reached Takeya's ears, and then he relayed it.

There's just one thing Takeya is really curious about.

"Meihong, why do you know there are such messy things?"

To say it is a mess is actually a bit too much, because those are all things related to current affairs, as well as some principles of being an official and opinions on national policy.

Wu also didn't understand. It stands to reason that even if Meihong was born in a big family, shouldn't she have studied some tea ceremony, flower arrangement, and at most read some poems and songs? Why is she so good at politics? Won't you get scolded?

Meihong looked at Wu Ye deeply and did not answer his question directly. Instead, she asked: "Wu Ye, if you are born in a wealthy family, but your background is not good, but you want to arouse the anger of your family no matter what. Pay attention, what will you do?"

"What to do? Then commit suicide." Wu Ye thought for a long time and came up with such a ridiculous idea: "Since no one is paying attention, then do something out of the ordinary. No matter whether it is causing trouble or being deviant, as long as it can make a fuss. Enough?"

Hearing this, Meihong smiled, a little bitterly: "What a coincidence, I thought so too."

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Wu didn't speak anymore, he seemed to understand something.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense." Meihong changed the inappropriate sentimentality on her face and asked seriously: "Wu Ye, what wish did you make with the Ten Thousand Treasure Hammer? Why did we come to this era? ?”

"I don't have it." Wu Ye felt infinitely depressed when he mentioned this. He was not only depressed but also aggrieved.

"I just want to go back ten minutes."

"Ten minutes? We've gone back at least a dozen centuries now, okay!"