Zongman: My Junior Sister is Kikyo

Edo Castle.

Compared with thousand-year-old capitals like Kyoto and Nara, this is a very young city.

It was built in 1457 by Ota Dokan, the retainer of the Uesugi clan of Ogigayatsu, and has only a history of more than 60 years.

This is a new city.

But its shallow qualifications will not be the reason for its backwardness. In this young city, you can see all the ancient professions.

Farmers, peddlers, boatmen, lonely people... People from all walks of life gather here. Although it has not yet formed a scale, it has already begun to show the prosperous scene of the Edo period.

Lu Li's eyes have been on the bridge.

Edo Castle, built on the Edogawa River, has a well-developed water system and countless bridges. There are often women with heavy makeup and thick wooden clogs standing on the bridge head, or half-exposed shoulders, or bowing their heads to pick up spring, which makes people can't help but daydream.

Lu Li looked at these women standing on the bridge with a scrutinizing look.

Although they did not emit any evil aura, he had to be extremely alert out of caution and did not dare to slack off at all:

"Tsk, how much powder did she put on her face to make it look so white?"

"Ghosts would be scared if they saw them, right?"

"This one looks good, but the pose is not good. The collar is too low, there is no mystery at all——"

"And that, the color combination of the clothes is too weird. Blue and green, who taught her to match them like that?"

"Bad, really bad. Edo is still too small. I heard that Oiran competitions are popular in Kyoto. I must go there one day.……"

"It's so noisy!"

Lu Li's voice was not actually very loud.

But for some reason, to Kikyo, this muttering sound became the biggest noise in the world.

The little witch, who was annoyed by the noise, didn't even think about it, and subconsciously poked Lu Li's belly button with her finger. After hearing a muffled groan, she turned around contentedly and continued to observe the situation around her.

——In fact, there is nothing to observe.

Through the perception of spiritual power, Kikyo is sure that there is no monster in this place, and not even a trace of monster aura can be detected.

This place is so peaceful that it is like a paradise on earth.

But... is it possible?

It is evening now, the real"demon hour". This is Edo, a large city with a population of more than 30,000.

In this era when monsters are rampant, such a place is indeed a paradise - a paradise for monsters.

Kikyo can't think of any reason that can make the monsters give up this city and give up the fat meat that is fed to their mouths.

Unless——

"Unless someone protects this city from the monsters."

Lu Li's voice rang in Kikyo's ears. The little witch turned her head subconsciously and found that the annoying frivolous look on Lu Li's face had disappeared.

Instead, a solemn expression appeared.

"Isn't that good?"

Looking at the solemn expression on Lu Li's face, the little witch was very puzzled.

She didn't have a system, and didn't know the news that [there was a monster on a bridge in Edo City that was harming people]. In her eyes, Edo City was so prosperous and beautiful, and it was a paradise that everyone yearned for.

Lu Li saw Kikyo's excitement and joy.

But he didn't spoil the little witch's fun.

Speaking of which, this seemed to be the first time for this little village girl to enter the city - before finding out the truth about this city, she had the right to enjoy the prosperity of the big city first.

"Who knows?"

"Anyway, let's take a look around here and have something to eat."

……

Edo Castle, commercial district.

Lu Li and Kikyo found a crowded stall and sat down.

The stall owner was selling tofu yaki. The egg-made tofu was delicate and delicious, and was very popular in the Musashi region. Paired with the local specialty fried fish and chestnut cakes, it was even more delicious.

"Thank you for your patronage, a total of seventy coins!"

This is not a small amount of money.

Fortunately, the old witch has worked diligently to exorcise demons throughout her life and saved a lot of money for the Zishan Temple. Now most of this money has fallen into Lu Li's hands. Although he is not rich, it is not a problem to bring his little sister to the city occasionally.

"Feeling good?"

Because there were many customers, the waiting time was quite long. But the aroma of the food was enough to make up for the anxiety caused by the waiting. When the little witch put a spoonful of tofu covered with sauce into her mouth, the fatigue and depression along the way seemed to be swept away.

"It does feel good."

Lu Li nodded, acknowledging the little witch's opinion.

But from beginning to end, his attention was not on the food in front of him, but on the people around him.

He found that most of the people eating here were middle and lower class people - the most were boatmen, followed by peddlers, and occasionally merchants.

These people gathered in groups of three or five. They ate and drank while talking loudly. The noisy scene was not much different from the"food stalls" in Lu Li's impression.

Faced with such a scene, even the most picky people would admit that it was prosperous here; if there were poets here, they would definitely take advantage of the wine to write the most beautiful Japanese poems.

——Who was the hero who created such a prosperous scene?

Soon, Lu Li found the answer.

……

"It’s Onmyoji!!!"

"Onmyoji from Kyoto!!!"

""Master Onmyoji, you have worked hard. Would you like to have a drink?"

There was a team of seven Onmyoji wearing long robes and tall hats.

The leader was dressed in white, with a protective amulet on his waist, and had a gentle smile on his face like a spring breeze. The other six wore black tights, lined up in two rows, and followed the leader expressionlessly.

They walked in unison, and their appearance made the already noisy street suddenly roar like a thunderstorm. But the noise seemed to have no effect on these Onmyojis - there was a no-man's land of about ten meters in front of them, and it was always a smooth road.

"Senior Brother."

Kikyo seemed to be shocked by this strong momentum and carefully tugged at Lu Li's sleeve.

""Yes."

Looking at these Yin Yang Masters, Lu Li's brows were already wrinkled like a rag that had been washed countless times.

The one in white was named Abe, and the one in black was named Tsuchimikado.

What were these Yin Yang Masters from Kyoto doing in Kanto?

——Or, to put it more bluntly, are n't these Beijing gentlemen stretching their hands too far?