The self-cultivation of the passer-by hero

"Ah, ah, test, test, can you hear me? Tsk, it turns out that I am still outside the circle. The so-called high technology is used to deceive people."

Snapped.

He casually threw the communication device behind him, and habitually took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket. The flame he started always went out very quickly.

"Tsk, bargains are really unreliable. Hey, Zi, lend me a hand."

"We remember that you are still human, right? If you injure your lungs, it's not as simple as burning them and growing another one."

"Ahaha, Zi, are you worried about me?"

"Should we admire you for being able to laugh under such circumstances? Jing." Yakumo Zi gently held her forehead, as if sighing for the rough nerves of the guy in front of her.

"It's really been a long time, Shizu," Yakumo Murasaki looked at the miko who was no longer a miko and said, "calculated in human time."

"Was it a long time?" Jing suddenly suppressed the laughter on her face and said seriously: "It seems to be quite a long time, eighteen years? Or seventeen years?"

"It's been eighteen years. After the new year, it will be nineteen years. It's almost time for Wu to reach adulthood."

"You're lying, right? So fast?"

Yakumo Zi bent the corners of his eyes and teased, "Ah, my child is finally going to grow up. As a parent, don't you have a sense of accomplishment?"

"Haha, that kind of thing didn't exist from the beginning," Jing put her hands in the pockets of her coat and said calmly: "I don't have the talent or qualifications to be a parent. Besides, I'm not old enough to be... When called parents."

"Heh" Yakumo Zi raised her eyebrows, obviously stimulated by a certain word that the other party deliberately emphasized.

The two of them stood face to face in a modern city with many high-rise buildings. The battle light flashed from time to time in the endless night sky above their heads, accompanied by bursts of wind-breaking blasts. Everything seemed so familiar.

"Let's stop chatting here," Jing looked down at her watch and said slowly: "Zi, if you want to talk to me about old times, you'd better wait for a while. If you see, I still have what about work."

"Work? Who actually asked you to work for someone else? Or did you not notice it at all, or did you not want to notice?"

Yakumo Purple slowly shook her fingers, and the next moment the evil star flashing with black light passed behind Jing like a blade. The cracked space was like a huge bloody mouth, and in an instant, everything around them was wiped out. Tall buildings are devoured.

The pale light fell, and the two talking in the shadows could no longer ignore the strangeness that was deliberately hidden.

Maybe she never noticed, or maybe she already knew.

Jing just stood there calmly, but the shadow sticking out from her feet was no longer her own. Although there was only that blurry silhouette, it was indeed a miko.

That is the shadow of Hakurei Miko.

Yakumo Murasaki's tone was desolate, as if she was regretting someone's useless efforts: "See clearly, Jing, this is reality, there is no way a fake can beat the original."

"I have known for a long time that the fate that Hakurei shrine maidens of all generations cannot escape is inheritance, fusion, reaching the peak and then returning to nothingness, haha," Jing sneered and said, "It's almost like a curse."

"Ara, Jing, you don't want to shout something like those passionate heroes in comics about resisting fate, right? That's not your character."

After saying the mocking words, Yakumo Purple's sharp gaze softened little by little. She suddenly said softly: "Jing, do you know? Among all the witches we have seen in the past, you are not the strongest. That one, but not the weakest one, do you understand what that means?"

"." Jing narrowed her eyes slightly and said nothing.

"It's 'ordinary'." After saying these two words slowly, Yakumo Purple smiled and continued: "Your talent is the most ordinary, your compatibility is the most ordinary, and your learning ability is also the most ordinary. normal."

Jing still didn't speak, and let Yakumo Zi continue to talk.

"Originally, in our expectation, you should have completed the life of Hakurei Miko in an ordinary way, passed on your spiritual power to Reimu in an ordinary way, died in an ordinary way, and then become a memory in an ordinary way. ,but why?"

Yakumo Zi's tone turned cold in an instant, and she said indifferently, "Why would such an ordinary you do such a special thing?"

"Haha, do you think it's a bit unexpected? Purple?" Jing asked, with an ambiguous color in her smile.

"That's true," Yakumo Zi nodded: "Even if there really needs to be a special individual among the witches of the past, it shouldn't be you."

"So you have always looked at me like this? Haha, this is really irritating," Jing laughed, but her eyes gradually became serious: "This is completely looked down upon."

"Oh? Then you want to prove it for yourself now?" Yakumo Zi reminded with a half-smile, "You must know that this is not Gensokyo."

".whispering sound."

As if she was discouraged, Jing's originally slowly rising momentum vanished in an instant. Zi was right, she really couldn't have the strength to compete with Zi now because this was the moon, not Gensokyo.

Her Hakurei Miko power, which is only half left, cannot be the opponent of this gap monster.

"Forget it, surrender, surrender, I surrender."

The atmosphere was no longer as tense as it was at first, Jing raised her hands carelessly, as if giving up.

"We thought you would have to struggle for a while longer," Yakumo Purple frowned slightly, her face becoming even more wary: "It's not your character to simply admit defeat like this."

"What can I do if I don't admit defeat?" Jing shrugged and said in a very bachelor manner: "If I meet other people, I can still use my skills. But if I meet Zi, you are basically hopeless. You are really unlucky."

"Really?" Yakumo Purple raised an eyebrow and said matter-of-factly: "That means your companion has also come to the moon? Why don't you call him out so that we can get to know him too?"

"Hey, purple, why do you think they will come to the moon instead of going to Gensokyo?"

"Do you think, Jing, who else is there besides us in Gensokyo now?"

Speaking of this, Yakumo Purple suddenly paused. The more flawless it is, the easier it is for people to ignore it. Jing will not be aimless. Could it be said...? !

"As expected of Zi, you figured it out so quickly," Jing said with a mischievous smile, her lips full of teasing: "You were tricked once eighteen years ago, so why aren't you more careful, Zi?"

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He never expected that he would be defeated by an army.

Yakumo Ziyin's face was sullen, one suspect after another flashed through his mind, but he was still unable to determine who it was.

It's not surprising that he couldn't guess it. After all, Yachi Eirin, who was far away in Gensokyo, had also tasted the same taste.

If she hadn't learned about the existence of the hell god Hekatia, she would never have imagined that someone would dare to do such a bold thing under her eyes.

Even if Hekatia can come and go freely in the three realms with her own abilities, even so, when Gensokyo is completely closed, she cannot take people to the moon at will.

But Toyohime's plan is undoubtedly based on the fact that they can leave Gensokyo. This may not make sense in theory, but as long as Hell is also their helper, everything becomes clear. up.

Apart from Yakumo Murasaki's gap and Takeya's particularity, this is the only way in Gensokyo to land on the moon.

Bayi Yonglin blasted open the door of the Right and Wrong Hall with an arrow, and her sharp gaze overwhelmed the god of death in the hall. She walked straight to the center of the hall, in front of Shiki Yingji's seat, and the sharp arrow Steady aim at her.

"King of Hell, do you know how big a sin it is to reopen the Tianhe?"