Tokyo Takeshi Convinces People with Virtue

Chapter 121 Discussion

The invitation card is purple-black in shape, with a golden chrysanthemum pattern symbolizing the main hall of the shrine in the center.

Serve quietly on a tray.

Seimei Qingshan looked at the invitation card handed over by the priest's guard, and fell into deep thought.

He didn't understand the deep meaning of the priest, is it worth letting him send an invitation himself?

But the biggest difference between him and Qianjia Maki is that he has a gentle personality, and he will hardly object to anything except for issues of principle.

"Okay, please tell Priest Konoe, I will hand over the invitation to Shifan Bai of Jingu Liu."

Seimei Qingshan picked up the invitation card, the texture was smooth, which showed that the materials used were expensive.

"Yes." The priest's guard immediately disappeared from the hall using Yu steps.

Aoyama Seimei walked outside the house, the sky in Kyoto was covered with dark clouds, and the air was filled with a sense of dullness, "It's going to rain again.

Swordswoman. "

shouted softly.

Da, Yaodao Ji flew down from the top of Inari Mountain, and the thick-soled wooden clogs knocked on the floor, making a crisp sound.

She is very beautiful.

Part of the bright cherry-colored long hair was tied into a bow on the top of the head, and the rest was tied into braids and hung down on the shoulders and back.

Apricot face and peach cheeks, a pair of watery peach blossom eyes seem to seduce the soul of a man.

A light pink kimono with a white skull printed on the outside, and a silver hakama on the lower body.

Her shoulders are exposed to the air, and the neckline is wide open. The scenery presented makes it clear that there are no sundries like bellybands inside.

Dafang showed the world what is the weapon of the world.

She was holding a long demon knife in her arms, which was rich in blood red from the handle to the scabbard, exuding an ominous aura.

"Qingming, what's the matter?"

As soon as Yaodao Ji opened her mouth, she revealed her killing nature, "Who do you want to kill?"

She looks like a charming big sister on the outside, but in her bones she is a violent female monster who slashes and slashes.

Who made her body be the first generation Onitsu, a demon sword born only for killing.

Qingshan Qingming shook his head, held up the invitation card and said: "The task given to me by the priest is to send the invitation card."

Yaodao Ji's complexion changed, and she said unhappily: "Damn it! Who does that kid think of us? A postman delivering letters?"

"Don't be so angry, I am also a little interested in the strongest martial artist on the surface."

Qingshan Seimei showed a smile on his face, "I just have a chance to visit."

Yaodao Ji frowned, and muttered, "It's because you have such a good personality that you will be suppressed by that kind of person. Once in a while, give me a hard time and say no loudly."

"Do not."

Seimei Aoyama answered with a smile.

Yaodao Ji was silenced by these words.

Qingshan Seimei raised his hand to touch her head, and said with a smile, "I know you are thinking of me, but that's just my personality, so I'm really sorry."

"Don't touch my head."

Yaodao Ji complained about his actions, but she didn't move her head away or slap it off.

"Hehe, let's go."

Qingshan Seimei smiled.

……

From Kyoto to Tokyo's Adachi District, for a transcendent like Aoyama Seimei, it is not a very long distance.

It's just that the change of weather varies from region to region, and there will still be differences.

Kyoto was cloudy and rainless.

In Nishi-Iko, Adachi-ku, Tokyo, the torrential rain was pouring, and a rolling stream formed on the ground.

The cold knife light cut off the rainstorm, preventing Seimei Aoyama from getting his hair and clothes wet, and his shoes would inevitably get soaked.

The cold feeling rushed from the soles of the feet to the brain, and there was an indescribable joy.

Qingshan Qingming tilted his head and said with a smile, "Dao Ji, thanks to having you by my side."

"Hmph, it's okay for you to say more about this kind of thing."

Yaodao Ji's eyebrows danced brightly, and the hand that swung the knife became more vigorous, ensuring that not a single drop of rain would fall.

In fact, Qingshan Seimei can use spiritual magic to block the rainstorm, but he always likes to give people the space to display their own value, so he let the demon sword girl swing the knife to avoid the rain.

He walked towards the guild hall with the Jingu-ryu signboard.

Under the eaves in front of the door, Yaodao Ji put the first generation Onitsu into the sheath, and opened the brand new wooden sliding door.

Inside is a training ground illuminated by warm lights, where young students are sweating.

Yaodao Ji stared at the scrolls hanging on the wall, God.

At first glance, I didn't think much of it, but after a second glance, I felt that the word "Tian" was interesting, so I stared at it carefully.

The ink seemed to emerge from the white rice paper, turning into a roaring ink dragon and rushing forward.

Yaodao Ji's pupils spread out, she didn't even have a chance to draw her sword, and Mo Long swallowed her in one gulp.

He could only feel the fragrance of ink filling the tip of his nose, in Mo Long's body.

She saw a universe.

Boundless.

"Dao Ji, Dao Ji." Repeatedly whispering, Yao Dao Ji came back to her senses, and said blankly: "What?"

"Why are you distracted?"

Qingshan Qingming's eyes were full of concern.

Yaodao Ji said truthfully: "That word is well written."

"Oh, can you actually understand it?"

Bai Long, who was originally sitting on the teacher's chair, appeared in front of the entrance, closed the sliding door of the training ground with his backhand, and said with a smile: "Many people can't understand the true meaning of the words."

"I didn't understand either." Yaodao Ji shook her head, seeing that scene, how dare she claim to understand Tianzi.

The smile on Bailong's face became more and more joyful, and he said: "Wu Wuzhi is boundless, who can really understand it, we can only use a humble attitude and explore step by step."

After a pause, he continued: "Looking at you, you shouldn't be looking for me to discuss, what's the matter?"

"Master Priest entrusted me to send you an invitation card, and use the invitation card to enter the Ise Shrine at the beginning of next month."

Seimei Qingshan presented the invitation with both hands.

Bai Long took it, and said with a smile: "I will definitely go to the appointment on time, but how can you come over for such a trivial matter as sending invitations?"

Even though the young man in front of him is thin and weak, it seems that a gust of wind can blow him down.

But the surging spiritual power of the body is rare in the Ninth Realm. With the Shikigami next to him, he is definitely the strongest in the first echelon of the Ninth Realm.

"I want to see the demeanor of the strongest martial artist on the surface."

Qingshan Seimei didn't answer Bailong's question clearly, but just told his own intentions truthfully, thus leading the result to the cognition that he took the initiative to apply to the priest.

After all, Qingshan Seimei didn't like to lie to others, but the priest's true intentions couldn't be guessed, so he could only answer in this kind of cunning way.

"That's right." Bai Long ignored the matter and said with a smile, "It's already here, why don't you drink a cup of tea before leaving."

"Just a little thirsty."

Qingshan Seimei did not refuse his kindness.

……

"President Jingu, you have worked hard."

The girl with twin ponytails bowed.

Jingu Qiansha showed an unmistakable smile on her face, and said softly, "You too, see you tomorrow."

"Hi!" The girl nodded heavily, looking forward to tomorrow in her heart, and working with such a gentle, intelligent, and smart senior in the student union is the most unforgettable memory in her life.

Jingu Chisa smiled, maintained her perfect image, left the school gate, and walked home.

The gray sky didn't even drizzle, which made her a little regretful. The heavy rain came too early. If it were changed to fall now, it would definitely make her completely drenched.

The shoulders are still stockings, water can come out when you twist them, and then Brother Long leans over and says, Qiansha, I'm a little thirsty.

The next thing is to bite the clothes on her shoulders and slowly absorb the rainwater.

Brother Long~
Jingong Qiansha's face flushed a little, how wonderful it would be if the dream could come true, if she said that kind of thing to Brother Long, there would be no problem, as long as there was no rain on Brother Long's clothes.

She imagined those happy things, returned to the door of Jingu's house, opened the door, "Me."

As soon as he uttered a word, his complexion changed from a bright spring to a severe winter with torrential rain.

The corners of the raised mouth slowly fell back to a flat arc.

The light purple eyes stared at the woman in the entrance, scanning all the information about the woman in a short time.

The bow hairstyle is easy for men to master, and the braids increase the fun of driving.

The shoulders are as warm as jade, and the curvature of the neckline makes it impossible to look away.

The kimono and saber exude a bit of heroic spirit, which inspires the man to hold down the idea of ​​doing business at the entrance on the spot.

Conclusion, which is extremely dangerous "Woman!"

Jingu Chisa said expressionlessly, "Who are you?"

Before Yaodao Ji could speak, Bai Long from the living room came out and said with a smile, "Qiansha, you're back."

Jingong Qiansha did not show her usual smile, and said calmly, "Brother Long, who is she?"

"Oh, she is Demon Sword Girl, Aoyama's Shikigami."

"Qingshan?"

When she heard that it was a shikigami, Jingu Chisa's complexion softened a bit, and she turned to be a little curious about the person named Aoyama, is it a man or a woman?

"Well, let me introduce you, Seimei Qingshan, my new friend."

Bailong turned sideways and introduced Seimei Qingshan behind him.

Jingu Chisa took a look. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with white hair scattered around his shoulders, a kind face, and a thin body, which made the hunting clothes on his body look extraordinarily large.

"Hello, Miss Qiansha." Qingshan Seimei raised his hand to say hello. He originally wanted to drink a cup of tea and leave, but he never thought that he would have a happy chat with Bailong.

Immersed in this broad-minded man, I came to my senses and it was time for dinner.

"Hello, Mr. Aoyama."

There was a smile on Jingu Qiansha's face, and she dispelled her vigilance against Yaodao Ji in her heart. No matter how beautiful other people's shikigami are, it is impossible to seduce Brother Long.

Yaodao Ji blinked, feeling that this person's face had changed a little bit, it was still a funny expression about killing people before.

Bailong raised his head and shouted upwards: "Mingtong, come down!"

"Oh, here we come."

The blond girl's response sounded from the bedroom on the second floor. In front of outsiders, she still chose to give the stupid dragon a little face.

Jingong Mingtong stepped on plush slippers, walked down to the first floor with thumping footsteps, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Bailong said with a straight face: "I just asked Qingshan to let Yaodao Ji compete with you to increase practical experience."

"Please advise."

Qingshan Qingming has a gentle face, which is in line with the world's impression of a modest gentleman who is as gentle as jade.

Shen Gongming's light purple eyes suddenly lit up, nodded and said: "No problem."

She is preparing for the battle recently, so naturally she will not refuse any sparring.

Yaodao Ji frowned, doesn't this girl know what modest is?
Qingming asked for your advice, but she dared to answer generously.

Later, this girl must understand what it means to be beaten by her elders.

"Qiansha, please open the entrance."

"Yes." Jingong Qiansa responded obediently, clapped her hands, and the floor under their feet turned into a dark entrance.

Holding them down smoothly, like taking an elevator, they descended to the rocky ground at the bottom.

Jingong Qiansha said warmly: "Brother Long, I'll go up and prepare dinner first."

"Well, Qingshan and Yaodaoji will stay here for dinner, cook more rice."

"Hi." She nodded in agreement, and left from the underground training ground.

Qingshan Seimei looked at this vast underground space, and said with a little surprise on his face: "The air is fresh, the light is bright, what a delicate enchantment space."

"Hey, this is the barrier space created by my mother."

Mingong Mingtong couldn't help the pride in her heart, and said this fact in a showing off tone.

"What a respectable mage." Qingshan Seimei smiled slightly, but did not break the girl's admiration for her mother.

As a senior executive of the main office of the shrine, how could he not know the name of Jingu Yayoi.

Before that person suspended animation, he often discussed ideas about spiritual arts with him.

It's a pity that she, who is extremely talented, ended up on a wrong path.

"There is no mage stronger than her..."

Jingong Mingtong said, his eyes were a little dark, and he quickly put his downcast mood behind him, and let his high-spirited fighting spirit cover his small face, and said with high spirits: "It's not too late, let's have a discussion!"

"Yeah." Qingshan Seimei and Bailong chose to retreat to the sidelines, leaving more room for them to learn from each other.

……

The entire underground practice field occupies about the size of five or six football fields, and the ground is hard brown rock.

Jingong Mingtong's left palm's mind pattern emerged, and he called out the flame blade, "everything in the world returns to dust, flame blade!"

The knife was unsheathed, and the turbulent orange flame instantly engulfed the person, the fire clothes flew into the air, and the invisible heat wave slapped the surroundings.

"It's no wonder that the world calls the Flame Blade the most destructive spiritual tool. When I saw it today, its power is really extraordinary."

Qingshan Seimei wiped his lips with his hand, feeling faintly dry and chapped in winter, his eyes were full of surprise, the power of the eighth realm was already so frightening.

If he entered the ninth realm, I am afraid that even he would not dare to say that he would win.

Bai Long waved his hands and said, "Compared to Dao Ji, that girl is still much worse."

The two boasted to each other here, acting as qualified melon eaters.

Yao Dao Ji's eyes were a bit dignified, and she raised the first generation Guiche upright, holding the handle of the knife with her right hand, and slowly pulled out the sheath.

The cold knife light lowered the surrounding temperature.

Mingong Mingtong burst into flames under his feet, and his petite body suddenly flew into the sky, and he slashed downwards with two knives in his hands, and shouted: "Huang Huang Yan Slash!"

What this knife cut out was not fire, but a scorching sun.

The terrifying high temperature scorched hundreds of millions of living beings, turning everything into ashes and scattering.

Yaodao Ji raised her brows and swung her saber far upwards. The cold light of the saber emerged and vibrated the atmosphere, turning the air into waves of sabers that swept towards the scorching sun in the sky.

Puff puff puff, waves of sabers collapsed under the high temperature of the scorching sun, only a sliver of cold saber light split the scorching sun and went straight to the door of Jingu Mingtong.

She was so startled that she quickly kicked her feet into the void, turning over to avoid the blade light.

The orange flames under his feet have not yet dissipated.

Yao Dao Ji swung her sword forward again, and the cold light of the sword released by the first generation of ghosts scattered in the air like silk threads, intertwined into a web of swords, and struck like an overwhelming sky.

boom!A ball of explosive flames met the knife net, and in an instant, the flames were divided into pieces, and the sharp knife net continued to move forward.

Jingong Mingtong had to dodge again, feeling a little aggrieved in his heart.

However, this is just the beginning.

Yao Dao Ji is worthy of being an SSS-level shikigami, and she has already suppressed Jingu Mingtong in all aspects just by wielding the first generation Oni Toru from a long distance.

One after another, the knife net blocked the space where Jingong Mingtong could move.

"How can it be repaired!" Jingong Mingtong saw that his flame was easily torn apart, and his anger gradually soared in his heart, and he didn't even want to continue hiding.

There was a flash of coldness in the light purple eyes.

Flames erupted from both feet, and she directly used Floating Light, her speed increased sharply, and she slipped through the gap between the knife nets, and her body was wrapped in fiery clothes, approaching in front of Yaodao Ji.

With a look of excitement on her face, she raised the knife and wanted to chop it down, but when she sensed something was wrong, she spun her feet, and her body quickly retreated.

"It's too late!" Yaodao Ji chuckled, and the first generation Guiche pulled back.

It was at this moment that Jingong Mingtong finally saw clearly that the rays of light were not so-called sword lights, but crystal clear silk threads.

The blade of the first generation Onitsu can extend countless silk threads outward, and the demon swordsman fights by manipulating those silk threads.

The silk thread, which is so thin that the naked eye can't even see it clearly, is the most terrifying weapon in the world in the hands of Yao Dao Ji.

The knife net that was released before did not dissipate, but was hidden in the air. As soon as Jingu Mingtong approached, it became a fish that fell into the net.

In all directions, knife wires are rewinding.

There is no going back!

Jingu Mingtong noticed this, and did not give up in his heart. With a turn of the blade, he slashed forward in an arc, and the orange flame burst out.

boom!In an instant, a vacuum area was created around it.

Daosi entered the vacuum, Yao Dao Ji found something was wrong, and wanted to change the demon power of the operation.

And it was such a momentary opportunity that Jingong Mingtong grasped, and used Floating Light Glance, like a slippery fish, to get out of the knife net all over the sky.

"Okay!" Qingshan Seimei clapped his hands, not hiding his expression of approval at all, "It's really scary for young people."

Bai Long shook his head, and said in an old father's tone: "She's still far behind, she's just fighting with recklessness."

Qingshan Seimei smiled and said: "Young people should be aggressive."

The countless blades do not give people a chance to breathe, like a ruthless tsunami surging, it is bound to twist Jingu Mingtong into pieces of flesh.

She kicked her feet, her heart was full of anxiety, if she continued like this, sooner or later she would be defeated by the opponent.

what can we do about it?

The high temperature of the flame cannot have an effect on the enemy's knife wire, is the temperature not enough?
Jingong Mingtong was so anxious that a little white dragon popped up in his mind, and said in the tone of the dean: "Your flame temperature is too scattered, you need to learn to condense it."

Cohesion...

In a flash of inspiration, she had a bold idea in her heart, her feet landed on the ground, and the flames on her body and the blade suddenly shrank into the flame blade.

Moreover, she didn't let the flames settle down, and let the condensed flames continue to maintain a violent posture, constantly churning inside.

Sizzling, the shiny surface of the Flame Blade gradually turned black, like charcoal that was about to burn.

The shape is so brittle that one doubts it will break if touched, let alone waved.

A series of crystal knife nets intertwined from all directions.

(End of this chapter)