Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

The autumn beach is not a pleasant place. The cool breeze is biting, the misty fog is very annoying.

Fortunately, the visibility is quite appropriate, so the cruise ship can dock. Otherwise, those who want to go to Osaka will have to wait on the boat for at least half a day.

The cruise ship stops at Osaka International Cruise Port, which is also the closest port to Kyoto Prefecture. If you want to go to Kyoto Prefecture, you must get off the boat here and then take a bus or rail transit to go.

Although Kyoto Prefecture belongs to the Osaka metropolitan area, it is actually an inland city and is not near the sea.

It will take at least an hour to get from Osaka Port to Kyoto Prefecture. If you don’t have a car and take public transportation, it will take longer.

Fujiwara Morishita wants to make friends with Wang Xuebin, so he naturally won’t miss this good opportunity!

"Yan Jun, have you booked your itinerary? Do you need to take you to visit here? Let me do my best!"

Fujiwara Morishita has known Wang Xuebin for three days. Three days is enough for him to have a general understanding of Wang Xuebin.

In Fujiwara Morishita's opinion, Wang Xuebin is a very arrogant person, doesn't talk much, likes to slap people, and sometimes likes to make some inappropriate jokes.

But he always felt that Wang Xuebin was a good person in nature. He was not only smart but also sharp-eyed. Once he recognized the other person, he would also take care of his emotions when he spoke.

Although his personality is a bit bad, this should be a side effect caused by superpowers!

Just like himself, people with special abilities will definitely be rejected!

Only if you have no friends will lead to withdrawal and vicious tongue. If you want to attract other people's attention, this kind of life must be very painful!

Fujiwara Morishita pondered Wang Xuebin's personality and life. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was pitiful. Not only did he not blame the other person for his bad personality, but he also felt a hint of sympathy.

Whenever I look at Wang Xuebin, I look like I understand you. The fog is so bright that Wang Xuebin gets goosebumps.

"No!"

Wang Xuebin leaned on the deck, holding a cup of black tea, and watching the huge crowd under the boat.

Osaka is not the end of the route, so the crowds of people boarding and disembarking are quite surging, with more than a thousand people blocking each other, which is black and very noisy.

"Jun Yan! You're welcome. You are my friend. You should naturally be loyal to your friends. Please be sure to give me a chance to entertain me!"

Fujiwara Morishita said very emotionally, with a sincere expression on his face. In his opinion, if even he paid attention to Wang Xuebin, Wang Xuebin would be left with only a lonely person!

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin jumped, his mouth twitched, and he shook his head, ignoring the other party.

This Fujiwara Morishita has always been a person who feels good about himself and loves to be arrogant. If it weren't for his special identity, Wang Xuebin would have sent him off the boat and fed him to sharks.

"Yan Jun! I..."

Before Fujiwara Morishita finished speaking, Wang Xuebin handed the teacup in his hand into his hand, smiled mysteriously at him, picked up the salute beside him, squeezed into the crowd, and disappeared in a moment.

In place, Fujiwara Morishita was just in a trance. When he came to his senses, he suddenly felt confused and lost.

"Master Fujiwara!"

A clear female voice sounded, and a modern girl with long hair in a suit came to Fujiwara, folded her hands and bowed respectfully.

"Hey! Miss Chiyoko, it's you!"

Fujiwara, who came to her senses, always felt that she had forgotten something. She looked around in confusion, but couldn't remember what she had forgotten. She turned her head and smiled awkwardly at Chiyoko.

"Master Fujiwara, it's time for us to leave. The president is very worried about you!"

Hearing Chiyoko's words, Fujiwara scratched the back of her head embarrassedly, smiled timidly, and asked with a pleasing question:

"Miss Chiyoko, is there anything important about Grandma Zu letting me come back?"

The serious Chiyoko bowed slightly again and replied politely:

"There is nothing important. I just miss Young Master Fujiwara. As for other trivial matters, you don't have to worry about Young Master Fujiwara!"

Fujiwara Morishita was stunned when he heard this, and then nodded submissively.

Chiyoko is his grandmother's most capable assistant. Although the other party disrespects him, he still dares not show any dissatisfaction.

Fantasy is just fantasy after all. If it is something that can be done in reality, how can I still need fantasy?

"Hi! Let's go now!"

As he said that, he picked up his suitcase alone, smiled humbly, followed Chiyoko, and walked towards the special passage.

For some reason, he always held the teacup that Wang Xuebin stuffed into his hand, tightly clenched, like his life-saving straw.

In the distance, Wang Xuebin, who was completing the procedures at the Entry and Exit Management Office, glanced back and showed a secret smile on his lips.

"Yan Shuangying? Hong Kong Islander? What are you here for?"

"No, Chinese!"

Wang Xuebin turned his head, looked at the staff in uniform, smiled and nodded and said:

"travel!"

The staff member stared at Wang Xuebin with his eyes tightly and looked at him for a moment, while Wang Xuebin's smile gradually froze on his face.

"What's wrong? Is there any problem?"

Seeing Wang Xuebin's somewhat nervous face, the staff shook their heads gently, and did not comment, and were still carefully checking something on the passport with Yan Shuangying's words.

A moment later, a man in Zhongshan suit came over and whispered a few words to the staff. The staff nodded and returned his passport to Wang Xuebin, who looked nervous, and showed a stiff smile.

"I wish you a happy journey!"

After saying that, he ignored Wang Xuebin.

Seeing this, Wang Xuebin didn't care. He quickly walked out of the management office, took back his salute, and carefully left the port.

At the port, the man in Zhongshan suit looked at Wang Xuebin who was leaving, took out the walkie-talkie and said softly:

"A tourist from Hong Kong Island, Yan Shuangying, male, 22 years old, did not carry magic-related items, no traces of Kung Fu cultivation were detected, and the threat level was weak. It is recommended that the Public Security Bureau of Investigation will send personnel to follow up!"

"I understand, investigate a group, and Kogoro Mouri follows up!"

"Hi!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a man with two mustaches on his face walked down from a bus outside the port. He looked around and came to a Subaru coupe on the side of the road and drove away.

Some of the other people on the bus closed their eyes and rested, while others formed flower techniques with their hands, concentrated their minds and practiced, waiting for the group leader's orders.

On the front of the bus, an exquisite four-fold chrysanthemum pattern was engraved under the car logo, shining brightly. Obviously, these people are all from Jiuju’s first-class forces!

In the distance, Wang Xuebin, who was in a taxi with headphones, closed his eyes and rested as if he had heard something incredible. He suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked at the Subaru coupe behind him in surprise.

It should...it shouldn't be so intimate...