Chess Soul's childhood sweetheart

Chapter 400
At this time, Master Fujiwara was like ants on a hot pot, walking back and forth in front of the door, checking the situation inside the room from time to time.

"Not yet?"

Wen Po said: "It's almost there, it's almost there."

"Hurry up, otherwise, we really won't be able to catch up. If Yuzhu doesn't give birth quickly and cultivate, then everything will be over. We have fought for such a long time in vain. Tiantongwan will definitely choose another concubine, and won't wait ..."

At this time, Tendomaru, who had already ascended the position of lord, stood under the cherry blossom tree in front of his palace.He looked at the cherry blossom tree above his head without a single petal, and was filled with emotion.

He could vaguely see that when he was young, that person was wearing a white hunting suit and holding a golden five-bone bat fan in his right hand. His favorite thing was playing chess.

Especially under the cherry blossom trees, in the season when the cherry blossom petals are flying all over the sky, immersed in the nineteen-way chessboard...

"Your Majesty, Lord He Maoming has been taken to the cell."

"Oh?" Tendomaru, the lord, asked: "I didn't let anyone arrest him, how did he get in."

"It's Mr. Fujiwara. He said that Mr. He Maoming stole the jade pipa, so he was arrested for interrogation."

"Isn't it just a lute for betrothal? People from He Mao's family, the grandson raised by He Mao Baoshi, would steal this thing." Tiantong Maru sneered: "My uncle, I really lived and returned. There is no grandpa alive at all. At that time, that kind of killing is decided."

"Your Majesty, then we should..."

"Secretly send someone to protect He Maoming, let's see what my uncle wants to do..."

"Yes."

He Maoming stayed in the cell, he didn't rest, he just sat there meditating with his eyes closed.

After closing my eyes, my mind unconsciously returned to the previous scene...

Holding Konoe Guang covered in blood, He Maoming felt that the world had collapsed.My body hurts, but my heart is blank, and there is nothing left.

Since childhood, because of his talent, he was brought up in the mountains by his grandfather He Maobaoshi.

Except for my grandfather, I have never met anyone, and I don't know how to get along with people.

When I was 12 years old, I returned to Heianjing and returned to my family.

However, no one in He Mao's family regards him as a relative anymore.Even my own parents died many years ago.

In his world, apart from his grandfather, there is only Yin Yang.

His grandfather took him back to Heiankyo to succeed Abe Jihei.

It's just that no one believes a 12-year-old kid.

It took him two years to show His Majesty his abilities.So, at the age of 14, I became an Onmyoji.

It was also during that time that he met Konoe Hikaru.

A person who is completely opposite to him, simple, cheerful, lively, kind, and straightforward.

I love to join in the fun, seeing everything is very fresh.

He Maoming will never forget that the first time he saw Konoe Hikaru, he was recognized as a girl by the other party because he was wearing a bathrobe.

After a good comparison, relying on the swordsmanship he had learned since he was a child, He Maoming let Konoe Guang know how powerful he is.

But, who knew, this guy was so sticky.

Can't rush away.

Whatever you do, you will drag him along.

"He Mao, the flowers in my house are blooming again. It's so deserted here, why don't you plant something."

"What is this, how to raise it?"

The boy with blond forehead would touch his head in embarrassment, and then, very embarrassed, said: "I forgot."

"You can be reliable once, okay?"

"When did I become unreliable?"

"Where have you ever been reliable?"

"I'm very reliable."

"You are unreliable."

……

The two often quarrel.

He Maoming had never experienced this kind of experience before.

No matter how fierce the quarrel is, after a few days, the boy with golden hair will appear in front of He Maoming happily again, saying: "He Mao, let's go shopping.

In this year's summer festival, there are so many items..."

"He Mao, the flowers on the mountain are blooming, let's go and see..."

"He Mao, the river water has thawed, let's go catch fish..."

"Kamo, let's go to the hot spring. Someone told me a good place..."

After hesitating again and again, He Maoming finally decided to change his fate against the sky.

He knows how much it will cost.

The soul wanders in hell forever, cannot be reincarnated, and will never become a Buddha.

He Maoming is not afraid of this, what he is afraid of is how he will survive without news of that person in the tens of thousands of days to come.

So, he was ready for everything.

He Maoming prepared all the utensils that the boy used to use, as well as the blood stains that the boy left on his body that day.

Rely on this to cast spells.

At the cost of never being reborn and the soul falling into hell forever, start the ceremony, find the boy, and resurrect him.

At the last moment, it fell short...

He looked at the grandfather who suddenly appeared in front of him, feeling extremely resentful in his heart.

Why, why stop me.

Only a little bit, he will be back.

Because of the backlash from the spell, He Maoming's body began to tremble.

He felt that the flesh and blood on his body was being beaten repeatedly with a hammer, and his heart was whipped vigorously by a barbed whip!
He felt as though every pore of his body was being pricked back and forth with very tiny needles.

There seemed to be dozens of bullock carts running over in the head, and the sky was spinning...

Bright red blood flowed from the corner of He Maoming's mouth, his white porcelain face was as bright red as blood, matched with a pair of emerald green eyes with magic power, they were so weirdly beautiful, so beautiful that it made people tremble.

"I want to save him, I want him to come back..."

He must be saved, even if he did something against the sky, but knowing that there would be such consequences, he was really happy in his heart.

"As an onmyoji, you know very well that the way of heaven damages what is in excess and makes up for what is lacking. The earth...forget it, the way of heaven cannot be violated. If you do it a few times, I will stop it a few times."

"The more gifted a child is, the more stubborn he is, the less he listens to persuasion, the easier it is for him to walk on a path he shouldn't take."

He Maobao left He Maoming covered in blood with his hands behind his back, not at all worried that something would happen to his grandson.

However, after taking two steps, a paper doll was thrown down.

The paper man made two or three twitches, and it turned into a human. He supported He Maoming back to He Maoming's home in the suburbs of Beijing.

From then on, this paper figurine stayed at He Maoming's house and took care of the housework for him.

When Hikaru Shinto woke up, he saw a woman in a light green kimono beside her, preparing to pour tea for her.

"As expected, you woke up at this time. Mr. He Maoming, you are right."

Jin Tengguang was a little dazed: "Master He Maoming, who is that?"

(End of this chapter)