I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Dong Yeyu used the light of the street lamp next to the garden to observe Mr. Nanzhi in front of him.

He looks like a little old man, probably a little taller than Yuzi, with a somewhat hunched back, wearing a small black hat, with white beard and hair, and kind eyes.

Wearing a pink Wu suit embroidered with plum blossom patterns, the cane in his hand probably came from his own branch.

The cane has faint fluctuations of mana, and there are three leaves on the top covered with Yimu Essence. It looks like a good treasure.

Contrary to his humanoid appearance, Nanzhi's body is an oversized plum tree.

The crown of the tree is larger than the flower bed. The main trunk is lush and thick, with colorful green leaves. There are branches growing on the side, clinging to the main trunk, like a thousand-year-old vine.

According to Xiuji, this tree is hundreds of years old, right?

Dong Yeyu thought with sigh.

Nanzhi's strength is not strong, of course, that is relative to himself.

It should be considered good among other monsters in the island country, otherwise he wouldn't have been standing in this land for hundreds of years - of course, part of the reason is that he is rooted in Tokyo.

Tokyo was called Edo in the ancient times of the island nation. Although it was not as good as Kyoto, it was not a small town either. It took off immediately after the Tokugawa family established the shogunate here.

Compared with the plant elves in the wilderness mountains and forests, the living environment of Nanzhi is better.

But perhaps because there were no shrines around or other reasons, he failed to become a god tree.

The way of cultivation seems to be no different from that of other monsters. There is no great method. They just absorb the moonlight instinctively, absorb the wisdom of heaven and earth, and rush towards the path of ghosts and immortals, without any chance of being on the great road.

If you continue to practice like this, no matter how many thousands of years you continue, you will never be able to survive the thunder tribulation.

It's quite pitiful to say that after years of hard work, it's all in vain, which is also sad.

"This is the spiritual dew I have collected over the years."

Nanzhi introduced with a smile, and at the same time shook his cane, and the three leaves on the top with a little bit of Yimu essence swayed.

"The first drop of dew that condenses on this leaf every day at sunrise will contain some spiritual essence. I collect them to entertain some guests."

As he spoke, he picked up the tea cup and looked at Dong Yeyu from across the table, "Please taste it."

"It is a great honor to be treated so courteously by Mr. Nanzhi."

Dong Yeyu lowered his head and took a sip, and the spiritual dew in the tea cup turned into mist and sank into the Yin Shen. After refining, his magic power increased slightly.

It doesn't have much effect on myself, but it should be a good thing for other monsters.

"It's an honor."

Xiuji bowed slightly, and then couldn't wait to put his mouth into the tea cup and lick it. The feathers all over his body became fluffy comfortably, and the whole bird became fatter.

When you get benefits from others, you have to give something back, repay a favor, but the etiquette cannot be less.

Dong Yeyu thought for a moment and asked, "How many years has Mr. Nanzhi been practicing?"

"Well, it must have been more than four hundred years ago. I have forgotten the exact age. I only remember the beginning."

Nanzhi smiled. He didn't seem to care much about things that other practitioners thought were particularly important.

I don’t know if he is deliberately avoiding the topic of spiritual practice, or if he simply wants to find someone to chat with.

Like an old man who talks a lot, he started talking about things that happened hundreds of years ago.

Just some things about mortals. For example, I once made a promise with a child to let her see the plum blossoms in full bloom. But at that time, I had no power and could only wait until spring, but the child died in early winter.

"It's such a pity that the child didn't get to see the flowers blooming on the branches."

Nanzhi sighed, but there was no sadness in his expression, he just felt regretful.

For example, a couple once made a lifelong commitment under a tree, but because of their different status and family status, they hanged themselves in the tree one after another.

When Nanzhi said this, he pointed to a thicker trunk with his crutch, "They hanged themselves here."

And so on, the protagonist of the incident has long disappeared with time, but he still remembers it clearly.

Most of the time, historians only use the word "common people" in their writings. The ordinary people who appear in the deeds of princes, generals and ministers have their own chapters here.

It also refers to princes, generals, ministers, and common people, like a dusty old book recording trivial matters.

Every time Dong Yeyu wanted to bring up the matter of cultivation, he cleverly changed the subject. Later, he probably understood what he meant.

Is the friendship between gentlemen as light as water?

I calculated in my mind that Mr. Nanzhi should encounter a thunder disaster in five hundred years, and I would like to return the favor at that time.

Thinking of this, Dong Yeyu stopped talking about cultivation and listened to him chatting about these old things until late at night before leaving.

The pigeons flew away, the foxes turned into clouds and dispersed, and the furry dumplings around them competed for cookies on the table.

Mr. Nanzhi was sitting alone on a stool, holding the crutch in his hand. Three clear green leaves were swaying slightly. He looked up and looked at the moonlight shining through the gaps in the leaves, as if he was fascinated.

In my mind, I remembered the poem that a young man recited when he passed by during the lantern festival a hundred years ago.

The quiet campus in front of me seems to have turned into a lively Spring Night Festival Lantern Festival, with red lanterns and vendors selling small items. The smiles of people walking in the night lantern festival are vaguely visible. The high-spirited students are looking at a girl wearing a fox mask. .

"The fox transformed into a young man, enjoying the spring night with lights."

After Higashino Yu left Miko's school, he flew towards the apartment and arrived home around ten o'clock in the evening.

I originally planned to go to Hisitsawa tonight, but after I got a Grass Return Pill temporarily, my plan changed and I had to send it to Yuzi first.

Otherwise, I will follow Jinguji Hiiragi Kagami to Inzai City to exorcise demons tomorrow, and it will probably take a few days to come back.

The sooner Miko recovers, the more at ease she will be.

After returning to her senses, Higashino Yu got up from the quilt and turned on the windows and lights.

The cool and fresh night breeze came in, and the dim incandescent light illuminated the cramped little house. It was a little narrow, but it felt quite safe.

After receiving the previous reward for repaying the favor, a simple jade bottle suddenly appeared in her hand.

It was warm to the touch, not as cold as ordinary jade. There was a wooden stopper at the mouth of the bottle, and a small yellow talisman was attached to the wooden stopper. It didn't look magical.

But this was the strange thing. It contained a magical pill like Cao Huan Dan, but there was not a trace of Dan Qi leaking out. If it was just left at home like this, even she would think it was a mundane thing.

Higashino Yu observed the jade bottle for a moment, and then looked at the small yellow talisman attached to it, guessing that the jade bottle and the wooden stopper were probably not ordinary things.

But now that he had to deliver the medicine, he put aside his thoughts on studying.

He carefully put the jade bottle in his pocket, put on his shoes and went out. After telling Xiuji to look after the house, he walked towards the Inari Shrine.

He soon arrived at the gate of Iori's house and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Iori Tadamichi's voice came from the yard.

"Mr. Iori, it's me, Higashino Yu, I have something important to visit."

Creak.

The gate opened, and Iori Tadamichi, wearing a coat, saw Higashino Yu standing outside the door, and smiled and invited him into the yard.

"It's Higashino-kun, please come in."