Lu Mingfei, the Martial Saint of the Dragon Clan

The blood-like red trace on the ground was so dazzling.

Lu Mingfei continued to describe that he had been recovering from his injuries in Yingshan for half a month, looking at the master of Yingshan. His eyes, nose, alienated charm, and cold temperament could emerge when he closed his eyes.

Watanabe-kun’s entire mind was devoted to painting. His brows were furrowed into the Chinese character “Chuan” and he would bite the brush for a long time, chewing unconsciously. This was probably his habit of thinking. Suddenly, for a moment, his eyes lit up, so bright that it was scary. , as if there were two balls of fire hidden inside, and then Lu Mingfei saw his almost nervous smile, and suddenly began to paint, smearing, filling large areas of paint, and his whole body was shaking due to excessive excitement.

When Lu Mingfei was describing the Lord of Sakura Mountain, Watanabe-kun didn't interrupt once. Is this guy so confident that he can complete the transformation after just one description?

Beforehand, Lu Mingfei asked someone to obtain Watanabe's information. The psychic painter can not only draw the incarnations of powerful monsters, but can even intercept the breath of monsters through painting, which has a certain tracking function.

The length of time he takes to paint varies. The stronger the object, the longer it takes. In addition, if he has seen it with his own eyes, or knows more information, such as the monster's name, race, active location, likes and dislikes, if the information he has is as detailed as this At this level, the painting time for monsters of the same level can be greatly shortened.

Generally speaking, it takes an hour to create a big monster-level transformation with blank information.

According to the demon ghost master, it is five hours.

God, since there has never been any precedent, it is impossible to estimate how long it will take, but it will definitely be more than five hours. Lu Mingfei is prepared to wait for a long time.

He was also bored, so he walked slowly behind Watanabe and looked at the unfinished painting.

Lu Mingfei was surprised.

How long has it been since then? Was it an hour? Why is it more than half done?

The outline of the girl is already there, the miko costume is very clear, the long red hair is also completed, and only the facial features and limbs are left.

I have to say that the name of the psychic painter is indeed not a rumor. Looking at this outline, Lu Mingfei seems to have met the girl mountain god from Yingshan again. Whether it is the flame-like witch uniform or the red hair, it is simply Exactly the same.

Lu Mingfei marveled silently and was suddenly stunned.

Wait, he just talked about the miko uniform, not the specific style. How did Watanabe know?

He frowned slightly and glanced at Mr. Watanabe. He was hunched over, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and there was light in his eyes. He was in an unusually excited state. As he was drawing, he actually shed two lines of tears.

The girl's facial features are already halfway through.

Lu Mingfei gradually discovered something unusual.

Watanabe drew it wrong.

The Lord of Yingshan Mountain is a god, cold and distant, like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world.

But in his writing, the girl is more vivid. Although she is cold, she has the innocence of a girl.

Lu Mingfei was ready to stop.

This is not a mountain god, it is clearly a human being.

etc.

Like...human?

The outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, and Lu Mingfei remembered what Master Yingshan said.

"This is me as a human."

Therefore, what Watanabe painted was not Lord Sakurayama at all, but the girl in the coffin.

Lu Mingfei took a deep look at Watanabe, and then turned his attention to the clock on the wall. It had only been an hour and a half since he started painting.

But the transformation is about to be completed.

It stands to reason that such a small amount of time is far from enough. It takes five hours for the main level of demons and ghosts, let alone gods.

So, do you know her very well?

Watanabe stopped writing around the hour and fifty-minute mark.

The image shows a girl in a miko costume. Watanabe looked far away, reminiscing about the past, and remained silent for a long time.

It wasn't until Lu Mingfei called him several times that he came back to his senses.

"Watanabe-kun? Watanabe-kun?"

"Ah, sorry."

He scratched his head and smiled.

"How rude of me."

"Well, Ning's commission has been completed, please take it away."

"Um."

Lu Mingfei did not pick up the painting. He stood next to Watanabe and looked at the girl in witch uniform.

"A very cute girl, don't you think so, Watanabe-kun."

"Yeah, that's right."

"So, what's her name?"

The painter spoke subconsciously, but before saying anything, he suddenly showed a look of panic or even fear, immediately closed his mouth tightly and shook his head.

"Please take your painting."

He lowered his head to arrange the paint brushes, his movements were surprisingly fast.

Sharp-eyed Lu Mingfei noticed Watanabe's trembling fingers.

"Don't you have anything to say to me?"

"Or don't you want to know where I saw her?"

"Watanabe-kun."

Watanabe's fingers trembled.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're talking about."

His tone was as hard as stone.

"Please take your painting away, I'm going to rest."

Lu Mingfei recalled all the changes in this man's expression from when he started painting to now.

"If you want to drink water, please help yourself."

"I'm going to rest."

Watanabe lowered his head and did not look at Lu Mingfei. After saying this hastily, he immediately walked quickly to the bedroom next to him. Lu Mingfei watched him disappear behind the door as if he was fleeing.

"That girl."

"Her."

Lu Mingfei said.

"There has never been a rebirth."

After a while, the door opened.

Watanabe leaned against the door frame in despair.

"she……"

"are you OK?"

…………

"Uesugi-san's health is very bad and he often takes time off due to illness."

"Oh, right."

Watanabe held a can of beer in his hand and flipped his long hair.

"Uesugi-kun, that's the girl you asked me to draw."

"The full name is..."

He drank a sip of wine for himself and said dullly.

"Uesugi Eriyi."

After coming out of the bedroom, Watanabe took a dozen beers from the refrigerator and sat on the floor chatting with Lu Mingfei without choosing a place.

He and the girl in the coffin, oh, it should be Eri Uesugi, were classmates in middle school.

Do the math, it was already eight years ago.

Watanabe sighed.

"Time flies so fast."

At that time, Watanabe had not yet awakened the ability to be a psychic. He was just an ordinary male high school student. His relationship with Eriki was just in the same class. As for why they were not friends, in his words.

"friend?"

Watanabe laughed out loud and fanned his hands in front of his face.

"Spare me, spare me!"

"Being friends with Uesugi-san is impossible for a mediocre guy like me."

"Her."

Watanabe showed a longing look, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up.

"It's like a god."

Eri is a popular figure in the school. Although this girl does not have such thoughts, a female student who wears a miko uniform and openly walks around the campus on the first day of school, and has the same look as in the anime, everyone will definitely talk about it. It's hers.

Originally, given Eri's appearance, as long as her personality wasn't too bad, many students would definitely gather around her and she would become the center of a group.

But she didn't.

The students avoided her.

There are rumors that Eriki has an extraordinary background. She is the daughter of a violent club. Someone seems to have seen her coming to school in a luxury car, with a driver in black uniform helping to open the door. It was exactly like what was shown on TV.

But Eriki herself didn't care.

It seems that for this girl, it doesn't matter whether she has friends or not. She goes to the bathroom alone, changes indoor shoes alone, goes to and from school alone. As the days go by, she is still the same Uesugi classmate from the beginning, and she is not lonely. Mood, the miko uniform is spotless.

"Uesugi-san is awesome."

"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't be able to be like her."

"Like her? You mean?"

"Inner strength... something like that."

Watanabe took a sip of wine.

"If I were put in the same situation as Uesugi-san, with no friends, all my classmates pointing fingers behind my back, and everyone looking at me with fear, I would definitely not be able to bear it."

"You know, although everyone is staying away from Uesugi-san, in private, she is the one the boys mention the most."

"Some people have nicknamed her the aloof Bai Xueji."

"Bai Xueji?"

"Yes, Uesugi-san, just like Shirayuki."

Watanabe said.

"Fragile and beautiful."

Eriki comes to school very rarely, usually about twenty days in a month, and her seat is always empty. At first, everyone was curious, wondering why Uesugi-san frequently asked for leave, so they went to ask the teacher. , and all of them were sent back with lectures such as "It is very rude to secretly inquire about classmates' privacy."

Until one day, Eriki, who had finally come to school, fainted in class.

"It was really chaotic."

To this day, Watanabe recalls it as vividly as if it happened yesterday.

"The math teacher was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He hurriedly said what should we do, what should we do, and looked like he was about to cry."

"There were several girls screaming, and it was so noisy that people's eardrums were about to burst. It was really useless. Well, to be honest," I couldn't blame them. After all, Uesugi-san looked terrible at that time. I remember it was Miwako. Sit down. A girl in front of me still said worriedly when we chatted later.

"Is Uesugi-san really okay? That day I thought she had..."

The unspoken words were.

"I thought she was dead."

Few children of that age had actually seen a corpse, but on that day, everyone who witnessed Eriki fainting swore that Uesugi-san looked exactly like a corpse.

"However, not all the girls were screaming. There were also some who rushed over very bravely. That was Sayuri. She stepped on the desk and ran over like that. Her momentum was really scary."

"Not long after, Uesugi-san's family members came. Just like the rumors, they were all guys in black uniforms who were difficult to mess with at first sight. However, there was a man who was probably Uesugi-san's brother. He was surprisingly handsome. It’s like being a big star.”

After this incident, Eriki rested for two months before returning to school.

She was still the same as before, living alone, but the way her classmates looked at her gradually changed. In addition to fear and disgust for violent societies, there was more sympathy.

"Actually, few people really hate Uesugi-san."

"Now that I think about it."

Watanabe wiped his face and smiled ugly.

"It was really naive back then."

"You should be able to understand."

"The mood of middle school students, everyone is doing the same thing. If you are different, you will be excluded. There will definitely be people who will laugh at you for liking Uesugi-san. That would be too embarrassing."

"and."

Watanabe paused. He looked so lonely now.

"Not many people have the courage to approach a student as dazzling as Uesugi-san."

"We are all just mediocre guys. Let alone being friends with Uesugi-san, just standing next to her will make you think that you are really bad."

He shook his head.

"We were stupid, weren't we."

Lu Mingfei clinked glasses with him and nodded seriously.

"Totally stupid."

Watanabe held his belly and laughed, drinking the rest of the beer in one gulp.

Lu Mingfei just looked at Hui Liyi's paintings and sipped his wine.

This harvest was unexpected. I originally wanted to find Watanabe to draw, but I didn’t expect that this person happened to be Eri’s classmate. I got a lot of information from him. The name of the girl in the coffin is Uesugi Eri. Eight years ago I used to study at the National No. 1 Middle School. I liked to wear witch costumes from that time on. I often took time off because of my poor health. My family background seemed to be very powerful, and I had a handsome older brother.

But the most important thing?

"How did she die?"

"I have no idea."

Lu Mingfei stopped drinking, frowned, turned his head, and stared at Watanabe.

"you do not know?"

Watanabe lowered his head. He seemed to be drunk. He must have been drunk. His eyes were red and he looked lonely.

"yes."

He covered his face in pain.

"I have no idea."

It was an ordinary Tuesday.

The classroom is the same as before, nothing special.

If I had to say it, the nutritious lunch that day seemed to have included natto, Watanabe's most hated food, so to speak, he was just like Crayon Shin-chan.

It's almost time for class.

Some boys and girls pretended not to care and looked at an empty seat.

Said like a joke.

"Uesugi-san asked for leave again."

"I really hope Lady Bai Xueji can recover soon."

"Hey, Jie Er, this is a classroom, so you should pay more attention."

"What does it matter? Don't be too serious."

At this moment, the classroom door was opened.

A group of serious men in black clothes broke in.

The students who were chatting enthusiastically immediately stopped talking. They sat stiffly and tried not to look at these men. They always felt terrible. They were violent clubs or something. I heard that if you accidentally met their eyes, if you were The men will be brutally killed, and the women will probably be sold to custom places, which is really more terrifying than killing them directly.

As expected, the purpose of the violent club's coming was none other than Uesugi-san, but their behavior was very strange. The students found that these scary men in black clothes actually moved away Eri's books and stationery, and finally even Uesugi-san's desk and chair. I didn’t miss it either. That handsome man, who was probably Uesugi’s classmate’s brother, carried the desk himself. It was incredible. He looked so handsome, but he was actually a strong man?

The men in black clothes left quickly.

Before leaving, Uesugi's brother stood at the door, carrying his desk and bowing deeply to his classmates.

"I'm sorry for causing trouble to everyone."

No one answered, maybe everyone was just as scared as Watanabe.

After they left, the students immediately started making noise.

They said, "It's so scary, it's so scary."

But he was excited to see the legendary violent elements.

Until a student said something in a low voice.

"There is a place that is very interesting."

"That gentleman, he must have a white flower on his chest."

With such a reminder, the students all echoed in agreement, speaking one word at a time.

"Is there any? Baihua?"

"Didn't you notice? It's really bad. I can see it clearly, Bai Hua, that's right."

"Speaking of which, so what if there are white flowers? Is this something worth worrying about?"

"You really don't understand anything. The white flowers on your chest are a custom that only appears at funerals."

"funeral?"

"For the funeral..."

"That is to say, Uesugi-san..."

Students, look at me and I look at you.

No one continued to speak.

The air seemed to be frozen.

Later came class.

The students subconsciously avoided Eriki's seat.

It seems that as long as you don't look at it, Uesugi-san's desk and chairs will still be there.

The students gathered together during class and discussed whether they should go to the teacher to confirm.

Some people proposed to go, but some objected. They had a fierce argument, and the two boys almost fought.

Although no one says it, in fact, everyone likes Uesugi-san.

In the end, the opponents prevailed. After all, as long as there is no confirmation, there is still a glimmer of hope, right?

But, in the afternoon.

Mr. Saito, who teaches Chinese, burst into tears when he read a text aloud.

He covered his face and lay on the podium crying.

No one laughed at him.

The students just watched silently.

Gradually, some girls started to cry together.

One boy had red eyes and punched the wall several times.

"hateful!"

Teacher Saito is a very good person, friendly, kind, patient, and very handsome. He is very popular with both boys and girls.

At the same time, he is also the best teacher to Eri Yi. He often helps her with essays and also lends Eri Yi books from his collection.

In the eyes of the students, Mr. Saito is more like their friend than a teacher.

Therefore, seeing him so sad and looking very haggard, it goes without saying that the classmates all knew what happened.

Uesugi-san...is really gone.

Later, a theory gradually spread that Uesugi-san died because of a terminal illness.

Bad news came one after another, and not long after, Teacher Saito also left.

The successive deaths of classmates and teachers have had a huge impact on these adolescent children. More than half of the students have given up taking the entrance exams and entered society early.

Among them is Watanabe.

"Listen to what you said, did she really die of a terminal illness?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"have no idea."

Watanabe shook his head.

"From an objective perspective, I can only give this answer."

"But if you want my subjective opinion."

It was quiet for a while.

Watanabe said seriously.

"no."

"I don't think Uesugi-san's death is that simple."

"There must be something in there that I don't know about."

"But, I can't summon Uesugi-san's ghost."

His eyes were filled with fear and fear.

"I tried it once before and got a huge backlash, you see."

He rolled up his sleeves, exposing most of his burned arms.

"besides."

Watanabe recalled.

"I remember there was a fire at the school before Uesugi's family came to pick up her belongings."

"Several classrooms used for after-school programs were burned down."

"Does this have anything to do with her?"

"related."

Watanabe looked straight into Lu Mingfei's eyes.

"One of the clubs includes Uesugi-san."

"What club is that?"

"Literary Seminar Club."