The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"A teacher is someone who teaches, teaches, and resolves doubts. Therefore, starting from tomorrow, Meihong will be your teacher."

No matter how much he struggled, Wu Ye finally decided to ignore everything and go with his original idea, because he had no way to retreat.

It is the nature of a teenager to be bold and reckless, so even if Meihong holds Wu Ye's head and beats her up a dozen times, she still has to teach little Meihong in the end.

But although both of them agreed, Xiaomei Hong was a little reluctant.

"Master, do I really want to learn from her?"

Meihong tugged at the corner of Wu Ye's clothes, while lowering her head and rubbing the corners of her own clothes. It took a while to finish a complete sentence, which made Meihong very angry.

"I don't know what's good!" Mei Hong's eyes were about to burst into flames, if Wu Ye hadn't stopped her, she probably planned to cook and eat the little girl right now.

"I teach you how dare you dislike it!" Meihong said while tugging at Wu Ye's collar unemotionally, "What do you think you can learn from him? Do you do magic tricks?"

"Well"

Little sister Hong was too scared to speak, she was too young to understand too many things, and now she only knew that the scary big sister in front of her was better than her master in terms of boxing and kicking.

So under the careful instruction of her respected master, little Meihong learned her first lesson today——

You must know how to bow to the evil forces.

Although Wu also knew that after thousands of years, little Meihong might forget this truth, and even grow up like the current Meihong, and despise this theory in turn.

But no matter whether it's embarrassing or worthless, looking at the appearance of Mei Hong who has been fighting with Hui Ye after a thousand years, Wu Ye really feels that it is necessary to teach her the truth of being too rigid.

Although he thinks it's 80% useless.

For the ten-year-old little girl Hong, the changes she experienced today may not be too many, but they are enough to drain her energy.

The children had already gone to bed early, and only the two older children were left to blow the wind outside the yard. On a gloomy night, the moon could not be seen, and the chilly wind was a bit permeating.

Reimu was the last one who sat in a daze in the corridor with him like this, and Wu Ye turned his head to look at Meihong beside him, and it seemed that there was nothing unusual about it.

There was a lot of good wine collected by Fujiwara Fubi in the yard, but Takeya didn't drink any of it. This was not Gensokyo, and he had to abide by the rules.

So Meihong drank alone tonight, but at least there was someone accompanying her, so the drink was not boring.

After drinking three or two cups, Meihong suddenly raised her head. Her body was full of alcohol, but her eyes were crystal clear.

"You did it on purpose, Takeya?"

The quiet night was like a mirror, and the two people drinking in a daze were like a painting. Now Meihong didn't want to play with it, so she broke the mirror and tore off the painting.

Under the dull night, Mei Hong's impetuous face was a little quieter, and the gentle streamer in her eyes seemed to want Wu Ye to get to know the person in front of her again.

After an unnatural pause, Takeru asked calmly: "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not an idiot," Meihong said, staring at Wuya intently: "About that brat, you definitely didn't do it on a whim, right?"

"Let's do it to each other. Didn't you do it on purpose?"

Wu Ye didn't look at Meihong's eyes, but looked at a cherry blossom tree in the yard. It had lost all its petals and only its bare branches remained, which was a bit pitiful.

"In the past few days, when I was in school, I could always hear strange movements outside." Wu Ye bent down and picked up a stone and handed it to Mei Hong, then smiled, "The demon power is really convenient, I can clearly know There are two people outside."

"so what?"

"Why do you want to hinder little sister Hong? Isn't it always your wish to learn that knowledge?"

"You seem to have misunderstood something," Meihong smiled coldly: "She is him, and I am me."

"I know," Wu Ye nodded, and then said, "But now I don't know."

Because of the relationship between Wanbaomai, the two returned to the Nara era, the time when the story of Taketori happened, and after solving the problem of survival, Meihong thought of making trouble for Kaguya, and helping Fujiwara would not be ashamed, but what about Takeya?

Wu Ye is not interested in other people's family feuds, even if the object is Meihong. After he understands the era he lives in, the first thing he wants to do is to meet Meihong.

That old sister Hong.

But the idea was postponed indefinitely because Meihong was getting in his way.

This future sister is red.

Long before Takeru met little Meihong, Meihong had met her.

Wu didn't know what this guy was thinking. Is it fun to bully him? If something really happened, did she really think that nothing would happen to her and she could stay out of it?

"You told me that you learned that knowledge to attract Fujiwara Fuhito's attention. This was your own idea."

Wu Ye looked at the silent Meihong, and said in a low voice: "However, you are trying to stop all of this. We don't know who taught you this in the past, but our appearance will definitely make that guy disappear completely in the world." in history."

"What do you want to say, Wu Ye?"

"You are the one. What do you want to do? Meihong, do you want to change history?"

Wu Ye's tone became unnaturally high-pitched, but extremely desolate: "Do you want to die?"

"hehe."

Meihong smiled, a meaningful smile.

Death is a concept that is too far away for Penglai people, so far away that Meihong doesn't even dare to think about it. These days, she has kept her appearance the same as usual, but no one knows what she is thinking in her heart.

However, Tianwu also gradually noticed the madness hidden under the calmness of Meihong.

"It's not Kaguya you want to take revenge on, and it's not Fujiwara Bubiwai who you want to help. You just want to change that child's life."

Takeru said firmly: "You want to prevent that child's tragedy, whether it's studying or being a teacher, it's all for this. For insurance, you also plan to destroy Kaguya's Horai Medicine, right?"

".Isn't this great?" Meihong smiled helplessly, and she admitted all this generously: "I am also doing it for the good of that brat. She will be able to live a beautiful life without worrying about anything right away. All tragedies will be over. Cease to exist.”

"Even if it was you who was sacrificed at the price?"

"I think it's a good deal, don't you? Takeya?"

Meihong took off the bow on her head, and thousands of silver threads were draped down like flying light. The unprecedented tenderness in her smile at this moment was so cruel that it made people unable to open their eyes.

"The sad past will be completely forgotten. Don't you want to make my dilapidated life happy?"

"In no mood."

Wu Ye shook his head resolutely, staring at Meihong's gentle face that was both real and fake, and said word by word: "I don't want to at all."

"It's really selfish. For your own happiness, are you going to sacrifice other people's happiness in such a grand manner?"

"Yes, I'm a selfish person, so if I want to trade my friend's life for a stranger's happiness, I will definitely stop her."

"Even then your friend loses the possibility of changing past grief?"

"Yes."

"hehe."

A weird laugh came from Meihong's throat, and then she punched Takeya on the head without any warning, knocking him down in the yard, and then slowly tied up her hair again without even looking at her head. Go back home and walk away