Xingyue, the heroic spirit I summon, is myself

"No matter what, you can just say it straight, and I will be satisfied..."

"That's easy." Mu Yuan interrupted him, and said with a smile: "If that's the case, then tonight...let's leave your life here."

After the words fell, the space instantly became quiet.

After quite a while, I heard Matou Zouyan, who lowered his head even more, say: "Your Excellency really likes to joke..."

"I'm here for you tonight, Jiantong Zouyan." Mu Yuan said lightly, "So I will die and stay here."

Almost at the moment when Mu Yuan's words fell, the Matou dirty inkstone in front of him exploded with a bang.

It turned into a disgusting black bug all over the sky, and fled in all directions.

Matou Zouken didn't have the slightest thought of rebellion, because he knew that any act of rebellion would result in useless results.

This time, it was him, standing under the snow-covered mountain, waiting for the avalanche to swallow him up.

Regarding this, Mu Yuan's eyes did not show any anxiety.

He put the bamboo flute to his lips leisurely again, and blew the melodious sound of the flute.

The sound resounded in the forest, like rain falling below the water level, causing ripples to spread, enveloping all the fleeing insects inside.

Afterwards, no matter how Matou Zouken drove his own magic circuit and how he used his magic power, they still turned around together and came to Mu Yuan's side.

Including, Matou Zouken's soul engraving worm hiding far, far away.

They all came here under the influence of this technique.

Then they regrouped into the shape of Matou Zouken.

Seeing this, Mu Yuan who stopped playing, a talisman appeared in his hand.

The talisman ignited spontaneously and was thrown by Mu Yuan, and instantly turned into a formation barrier when it landed, completely cutting off Jiantong Zunyan's life.

Jiantong Zouyan looked at this scene with a gloomy but powerless face, and then looked at Mu Yuan's eyes, becoming extremely resentful and deeply puzzled.

"Who is Your Excellency, and when the old man angered Your Excellency, please let Your Excellency know."

Facing Jiantong Zouyan's question, Mu Yuan didn't answer immediately, he just took off the white fox mask in front of Jiantong Zouyan.

Showing the handsome face that was smiling slightly.

Witnessing the true face of the person in front of him, after a brief moment of stupefaction, Zouken Matou said with an extremely shaken expression: "Great Onmyoji, son of God Inari...you are, a heroic spirit?!"

In the afternoon, on the steps of the shrine in the outskirts, Mu Yuan had already completed the engraving of the role of Yu Cui Mu Yuan.

Therefore, the original unofficial history has naturally become official history.

It is not surprising that the great achievements left by Mu Yuan are not inferior to the great achievements of Onmyoji Abe Seimei, and his identity is seen through by Matou Zouyan at a glance.

After all, Mr. White Fox's face is indeed easy to identify.

Regarding this, Mu Yuan still didn't say anything, but soon, another figure came out from the shadow of the forest not far away.

It was a man wearing a black haori, with dragon tattoos on his clothes, the imperial sword Onikiri on his waist, and a bamboo hat on his head.

In Jiantong Zouyan's astonished eyes, he came to the two of them.

The ghost-slaying samurai in the last years of the shogunate is also the last ghost story.

In his hand, there are three special traces, which are the ones that have been stolen from the Dragon Cave and thus completed—Command Spell!

"Actually, I've already let you go once."

And at this moment, Mu Yuan spoke out.

Mu Yuan, who was projected on the body of Mr. White Fox, slowly said to Jiantong Zouyan: "When you left Jiantong's mansion, I let you go, except because my sword was sharp at that time, but I couldn't find it. you outside.

In fact, it also gives you a chance to stay away from this place. "

Mu Yuan calmly said to Matou Zouyan: "After all, in the Matou mansion, you did adopt me for a few years... If it weren't for Sakura and Shinji, even if your soul is already Rotten guy.

Looking at those kindnesses, I can barely do it, just turn a blind eye. "

"...Who are you?" Jiantong Zouyan looked at Mu Yuan, the handsome white fox son, in shock.

Mu Yuan smiled slightly, and said: "Didn't you know the answer a long time ago? Otherwise, how could you, after you left from Jiantong's mansion that night, you have been hiding and dare not go back now... ...My, Grandpa Zouyan."

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PS: I didn't want to stop here. Although this plot must be written, it is obviously a transition.

I have prepared a pretty good plot for the end of today.

But maybe I didn't rest well, my head hurts all the time, so I'm sorry, see you guys tomorrow.

Volume 63: Chapter 7.5 A gift that spans thousands of years, the return of the Yin-Yang fan, and the summoning of heroes! [-]k

Late at night, in the woods.

At this moment, Jiantong Zouyan looked at the imperial food and Muyuan heroic spirit projected by Mu Yuan.

The expression was astonished, both dazed and horrified!

After a long time, he calmed down a little and said in an unbelievable tone: "You are... Mu Yuan?!"

Mu Yuan smiled faintly, and glanced at the sword hero's projection beside him.

Then he saw his projection lightly lifting the bamboo hat with his hands and putting his hands on his waist.

a soft sound

Next, the Yushen Daogui cut out its sheath, shining a dazzling cold light under the light of the full moon tonight.

"The last ghost story of the last years of the shogunate, the number one swordsman, and the great onmyoji who suppressed the ghosts and gods of the Heian-kyo era... Grandpa Zouyan, I think you can do it under the nine springs." Be at peace."

At the same time as the words fell, flames ignited on Misami Toba Onikiri's body.

That is the fire that slays ghosts, the fire that purifies the filth!

Misamito Onikiri sees Matou Zouken as a demon.

After all, Matou Zouken, who hated the decaying soul and decaying body and didn't want to die without accomplishing anything, turned into an obsession over time and eventually turned himself into a worm, parasitic on others to prolong his life.

He is the same as the demon, and is there any difference?

At this time, Onikiri, who also watched the demon-slaying blade had been unsheathed, knew in his heart that his time had finally come.

And in front of the heroic spirit of the Inari God's son, he also knew that he was like a mortal looking at the mountains in the distance, and there was no chance of survival at all.

Therefore, under such circumstances, all the ferocious and struggling expressions on his face disappeared little by little.

It was the rotten soul that seemed to emit an extremely faint light at this moment... that was his original light.

"You are Mu Yuan, the Mu Yuan I know, right?"

Matou Zouken asked again.

This time, Mu Yuan nodded slowly with a chuckle, without denying it.

"Is that really the case, but in your case... you are the reincarnation of the son of Inari, and this swordsman is the heroic spirit you summoned?

But it doesn't seem right, you are not the master, and you didn't participate in the Holy Grail War at all, at least on this point, the old man can still see it.

And I have checked you many times, you are just an ordinary person, how could you be the reincarnation of the son of Inari..."

The more Jiantong Zouyan talked, the more confused he looked at Mu Yuan.

Then, without waiting for Mu Yuan to say anything, Jiantong Zouyan smiled, shook his head indifferently and said with a smile: "Forget it, anyway, these things have nothing to do with the old man.

As you said, being able to be sent off by you two adults is really a blessing for this old man, after all, this old man is not worthy at all. "

After finishing speaking, Matou Zouken closed his eyes and stood there quietly waiting to die.

Immediately, the heroic spirit of the last years of the shogunate raised the Onikiri in his hand, and was about to behead Matou Zouken.

"Oh, that's right... Speaking of which, that item should be left for you." As if thinking of something, Matou Zouken suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the son of Inari God in front of him. Ying Ling said.

"Something?" Mu Yuan was stunned.

"En." Matou Zouyan nodded, and said, "Many, many years ago, the Abe family put something in our Matou family.

And according to rumors, it was entrusted by the great Onmyoji Abe Seimei back then.

It was sealed with a very strong spell, and even now, no one in our family has opened it, and the content of Abe Seimei's oral instructions is that it can be placed in our Matou family, and he will wait for it after many years man turns it on.

And it's said that the thing...was a gift. "

After Matou Zouken finished speaking, he looked again at the son of Inari God who was slightly stunned by the smell.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he said: "I didn't expect this old man to be so lucky, to be able to witness the birth of this grand scene!"

A gift that spans the millennium...

For a moment, Mu Yuan was speechless.

And he also remembered at this time that when he left, he had indeed mentioned his family, Matou Sakura and Matou Shinji to Abe Seimei.

Then, with Abe Seimei's ability, the existence of the two of them is counted, so as to leave this gift that spans thousands of years waiting for Mu Yuan.

It is also normal.

"Where is it?"

Then Mu Yuan subconsciously asked Jiantong Zouyan.

"It's in the warehouse where the holy relics are piled up at home... That child Shen Er must know the location." Matou Zouyan replied calmly.

Mu Yuan glanced at him unexpectedly.

Originally, Mu Yuan thought that Jiantong Zouyan might use this matter as a threat, so he proposed to survive.

Of course, he would definitely not agree.

At worst, kill Jiantong Zouyan, and it's the same if you look for it slowly.

Probably aware of Mu Yuan's thoughts, Matou Zouyan smiled.

Then, closed his eyes.

Immediately, a flaming blade purifying demons swung across, and under this blade, Matou Zouyan was completely purified.

Mu Yuan actually had some vague memories, which came from the travelers.

He vaguely remembered that Jiantong Zouyan was a person with great ambitions before he became the old man in front of him.

It was only destroyed by the passage of time that it gradually became what it is now.

At this last moment, I wonder if he has returned to the past?

Mu Yuan didn't know, and he didn't care.

He just stood there, quietly watching the fire purify his rotten soul and rotten body, confirming that after he really left the world.

It seems to have done a small thing, and for Mu Yuan today, it is indeed a trivial thing.

Looking up at the sky, and sighing that the starry sky in Fuyuki City is really not beautiful at all, Mu Yuan and the sword hero Yingling who put away Onikiri disappeared in the moonlight.

This projection is over.

......

......

at the same time,

In the Matou mansion where the projection ended, Mu Yuan's main body opened his eyes.

Then soon, he clearly heard some noisy voices in the house, it was Sakura's voice...

Obviously, she already knew that Matou Zouken was completely dead.

This is not surprising. For a magic family like the Matou family, the current head of the family must leave some things at home to warn the clan after his death.

Mu Yuan thought for a while, then got up and put on his clothes, opened the door and went out, soon in the hall, he saw Jian Tongying standing there.

There was also Shinji Matou, who was wearing pajamas next to her, and after hearing what she said, his face was full of surprise and disbelief.

"Did something happen?"

Mu Yuan walked towards them and asked casually.

After the words fell, Jian Tongying turned sideways, looked at Mu Yuan with her purple eyes, subconsciously bent down and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, my lord, for disturbing your rest..."

In the middle of speaking, Matou Sakura suddenly froze.