I'm a thankful fox in Tokyo

Chapter 122 Mr. Iori, it’s me

Higashino Yu used the light from the street lamp at the edge of the garden to observe Mr. Nanzhi in front of him.

He looked like a little old man, probably a little taller than Miko, with a slightly hunched back, wearing a small black hat, with white hair and beard, and a kind face.

He was wearing a pink Wu suit embroidered with plum blossom patterns, and the cane in his hand was probably made from his own branch.

There were faint fluctuations of magical power on the walking stick, and on the top there were three leaves filled with the essence of Yi wood. It looked like a good treasure.

Contrary to his human form, Nanzhi's true form is an oversized plum tree.

The tree crown is larger than the flower bed, the main trunk is lush and strong, with twisted and colorful branches clinging to the main trunk, like a thousand-year-old vine.

According to Xiuji, this tree is hundreds of years old, right?

Dong Ye Yu thought with emotion.

Nanzhi's power is not that strong, of course, that's relative to himself.

Compared with other monsters in the island country, this should be considered pretty good, otherwise he would not have stood on this land for hundreds of years - of course, part of the reason is that he is rooted in Tokyo.

In ancient times, Tokyo was called Edo in the island country. Although it was not as good as Kyoto, it was not a small city or town. After the Tokugawa family established the shogunate here, it took off directly.

Compared with the plant elves in the wilderness and forests, the living environment of Nanzhi seems to be better.

However, perhaps because there were no shrines nearby or for some other reason, it failed to become a sacred tree.

Its cultivation method seems to be no different from that of other monsters. It has no methods or techniques. It just absorbs the moonlight instinctively and breathes in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, rushing madly towards the path of ghost immortals, but has no chance of achieving the great way.

If you continue to practice like this, no matter how many thousands or tens of thousands of years you spend, it will be impossible to survive the thunder tribulation.

It's quite pitiful. After years of hard work, everything is in vain in the end. It's also really sad.

"This is the spiritual dew that I have collected over the years."

Nanzhi introduced with a smile, shaking his walking stick at the same time, and the three leaves on the top, which were filled with some of the essence of Yi wood, began to sway.

"The first drop of dew that condenses on this leaf at sunrise every day carries some spiritual essence. I collect them and use them to entertain some guests."

As he spoke, he picked up the teacup and toasted to Dong Yeyu across the table, "Please taste it."

"It is an honor to be treated so kindly by Mr. Nanzhi."

Dong Ye Yu lowered his head and took a sip. The spiritual dew in the teacup turned into mist and sank into his Yin God. After refining it, his magic power increased slightly.

It's not very useful for me, but it should be a good thing for other monsters.

"Honored."

Xiuji bent slightly, then couldn't wait to put his mouth into the teacup and lick it. All the feathers on his body became fluffy comfortably, and the whole bird seemed to gain a lot of weight.

When you receive benefits from others, you should always give something back. You should repay the favor, but you should also be polite.

Dong Yeyu pondered for a moment and asked, "How many years has Mr. Nanzhi been practicing?"

"Well, it's been more than 400 years. I forget the exact age. I only remember the beginning."

Nanzhi smiled. He didn't seem to care much about things that other practitioners thought were particularly important.

I don’t know if he was deliberately avoiding the topic of spiritual practice or if he simply wanted to find someone to chat with.

Like a talkative old man, he began to talk about some things that happened hundreds of years ago.

They were just some mortal matters, such as a promise he had made with a child to let her see the plum blossoms in full bloom, but at that time he did not have enough magical power and could only wait until spring, but the child died in early winter.

"It's such a pity that the child didn't get to see the flowers blooming."

Nanzhi sighed, but there was no sadness in her expression, just regret. For example, a couple had secretly pledged their love under the tree, but because of their different status and family background, they both hanged themselves on the tree.

Nanzhi said this and pointed to a thicker tree trunk with his walking stick, "They hanged themselves here."

In such cases, the protagonists of the events have long disappeared with time, but he still remembers them clearly.

Most of the time, historians only use the word "common people" to describe the ordinary people who appear in the deeds of kings, princes, generals and ministers. In his writings, they have their own chapters.

It talks about kings, princes, generals, and ordinary people, like an old dusty book recording trivial matters.

Every time Dong Ye Yu wanted to talk about cultivation, he would skillfully change the subject. In the end, he probably understood his intentions.

Is the friendship between gentlemen as pure as water?

After some calculations in my mind, I figured that Mr. Nanzhi would probably encounter a thunder disaster once every five hundred years. I would repay the favor then.

When Dong Yeyu thought of this, he stopped talking about cultivation and listened to him talking about these old things until late at night before he said goodbye and left.

The pigeon flew away, the fox spirit turned into mist and disappeared, and the furry balls beside it fought for cookies on the table.

Mr. Nanzhi sat alone on a stool, holding a walking stick in his hand. Three clear green leaves were swaying slightly. He looked up at the moonlight shining through the gaps between the leaves, as if he was mesmerized.

I recalled the poem that a young man recited when he passed by during the Lantern Festival a hundred years ago.

The quiet campus before my eyes seemed to have turned into a lively spring night lantern festival, with red lanterns, vendors selling small items, and people visiting the lantern festival at night. Their smiles could be vaguely seen, and the spirited students were looking at a girl wearing a fox mask.

"The fox transformed into a young man, enjoying the spring night with lanterns."

After leaving Yuko's school, Higashino Yu flew towards the apartment and arrived home around ten o'clock in the evening.

I was originally planning to go to Hishizawa tonight, but I got a Cao Huan Dan at the last minute, so the plan changed. I have to send it to Miko first.

Otherwise, I will follow Jinguji Hiiragi Kagami to Inzai City to exorcise demons tomorrow, and it will probably take a few days to come back.

The sooner Yuko recovers, the more at ease I will feel.

After coming to his senses, Dong Ye Yu got up from the quilt and opened the window and lights.

The cool and fresh night breeze came in, and the dim incandescent light illuminated the somewhat cramped little house. Although it was a bit narrow, it gave a sense of security.

After receiving the previous gratitude reward, a simple small jade bottle suddenly appeared in his hand.

It feels warm to the touch, not as cold as ordinary jade. There is a wooden stopper at the mouth of the bottle with a small yellow talisman stuck on it. It doesn't look magical.

But this is the strange thing. Even though it contains the elixir like Cao Huan Dan, not a single bit of elixir energy leaks out. If it is just left casually at home, even I would think it is an ordinary thing.

Dong Ye Yu held the jade bottle and observed it for a moment, then looked at the small yellow talisman stuck on it, and guessed that this jade bottle and the wooden cork were probably not ordinary objects.

However, since I had to go deliver the medicine, I put my thoughts on research and study aside.

He carefully put the jade bottle into his pocket, put on his shoes and went out. After asking Xiuji to look after the house, he walked towards the Inari Shrine.

He soon arrived at the gate of Iori's house and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" Iori Tadamichi's voice came from the yard.

"Mr. Iori, it's me, Higashino Yu, I'm here to visit you regarding something important."

crunch.

The gate of the courtyard opened, and Iori Tadamichi, who was wearing a coat, saw Higashino Yu standing outside the door, and smiled and invited him into the courtyard.

"It's Dongye-kun, please come in."

(End of this chapter)