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"Why didn't you change your clothes and came here in your nightgown?" Jin Meiting forced a smile and welcomed Morisawa Kana in.

Kana Morisawa looked at the bottle of red wine placed alone on the table without even taking out the glass.

"What? You're drinking so much? You don't even want a glass." Kana Morisawa sighed and said this, but she picked up the half bottle of red wine that Jin Meiting had drunk, tilted her head back, and started drinking from the bottle in big gulps.

"If I don't drink more, I'm afraid I won't have the chance in the future." Jin Meiting sighed and took out another bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet next to her.

"Don't be so pessimistic." Kana Morisawa put down the bottle, burped slightly, and wiped the corner of her lips with her hand.

Looking at the night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and her own reflected face, she picked up her lipstick and silently touched it up.

"I have always been intoxicated by the upper class of this world, but when I found that he was no longer by my side, I suddenly felt that all my ambitions were so unrealistic." Jin Meiting sighed and lay on the sofa with her arms open.

The nightgown was loose, revealing her red bra and red thong.

Looking at Kana Morisawa who was insistently reapplying her lipstick, Jin Meiting said, "You haven't changed your manicure for a long time, and it's growing out a little."

Morisawa Kana looked down at her manicure and gave a wry smile: "Yeah, I'm not in the mood for this. Like you said, I can't get excited about anything. Suddenly I feel like life is so boring."

She looked at Jin Meiting, who had her arms and legs spread out, exposing them in a relaxed manner, and shook her head: "Look, they've grown so long, they can't be covered at all, why don't you trim them?"

Jin Meiting looked down, a blush crossing her face. "I used to trim my hair every day, thinking he might come over any day. I haven't really paid attention to this these days."

"It's better to keep it and see how long it can grow. Maybe he will like it when he comes back." Kana Morisawa giggled.

"I hope so." Jin Meiting was being stared at by Morisawa Kana. These unusual features made her feel a little embarrassed, so she crossed her legs again. "Have you ever thought about what would happen if he didn't come back?"

"I've thought about it." Morisawa Kana sighed and sat next to Jin Meiting. "But what can we do? His level is beyond our imagination."

"As for the Yamaguchi-gumi, there are no internal problems. I am confident that it can operate stably, but I am not sure about the external enemies."

"To be honest, I haven't had a good night's sleep these days. I'm always dreaming about the Mafia, the government, and assassins."

"I'm the same as you." Jin Meiting sighed, nodded and said, "I hope the boss can come back soon."

"Master will definitely do it." Kana Morisawa also nodded.

They each picked up a bottle of red wine and clinked them together.

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On Mount Fuji.

A middle-aged man in a white suit is looking for something with a frown on his face.

As soon as his master gave the order, he quickly rushed to Mount Fuji.

But only some of the remnant soul of Asura remains here.

Nothing else exists.

On another hill, a group of Taoist priests wearing robes embroidered with chrysanthemums and gold edges were also searching.

Fang Zuo, who was not far away, slowly opened his eyes in the concealment magic circle.

With the help of the Taoist body training methods, this body finally gained some of the effects of the Asura clan's methods.

But at the same time, this body seemed to have some changes that Fang Zuo did not expect.

Fang Zuo felt his body, and his face turned pale and blue.

These Japanese women must be feeling a little embarrassed.

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Maybe it's not just embarrassing, it's uncomfortable.

As for whether they like this kind of discomfort, Fang Zuo doesn't know.

Fang Zuo sensed this body, although the Nascent Soul and soul in his body were extremely weak.

However, this body after body training brought him some different feelings.

Fang Zuo grasped a wisp of incense power.

The power of the incense coiled around his fingertips, trying to find the direction to the shrine.

He did not dare to use too much incense power. This time, the incense power on Yumutuoliu's soul took him a lot of effort to remove.

It would be a bit cautious to refine and devour this thing again.

Fang Zuo slowly injected this wisp of incense power into his body.

Inside the skin, the imprinted Asura Dao patterns are interconnected with one's own meridian acupoints.

The power of the incense first rushed towards Fang Zuo's soul along the meridians and acupoints.

Fang Zuo's spiritual thoughts spread out.

The Asura Dao pattern opened up instantly, greedily devouring the power of the incense, crushing the churning and noisy wishes of the believers, and then feeding the power of the incense back to Fang Zuo's meridian acupoints, feeding it back to his body.

Really useful.

Fang Zuo was delighted.

The wishes and causal forces of these believers that disturbed and entangled Fang Zuo's soul were shattered by the Dao patterns of Asura.

Among the six ancient reincarnations, the Asura path was originally a unique existence.

Although the Heavenly Court has cut off the Asura Path, it is no problem for Daowen to digest these chaotic causes and effects of creation.

Fang Zuo pinched out a few more wisps of incense and continued to refine them.

However, the Asura Dao pattern was not engraved deeply, and was filled with the power of the incense in a few seconds, and the absorption began to become slow.

Fang Zuo has been practicing Taoism for so many years that he certainly knows the principle that dripping water wears away a stone and that sand piles up to form a tower. One cannot rush into cultivation.

He stood up and stretched his strong body, feeling quite satisfied.

However, after consuming a few wisps of incense, the body began to have a faint scent of incense.

Although many people who have reached this level of cultivation no longer value the physical body, it does not mean that the physical body is useless.

In several ancient wars, the most powerful fighters were usually immortals who had achieved sanctification in the flesh.

And he also embarked on this path through Ashura's body.

Although based on this Asura remnant, the achievements are very limited.

However, it is foreseeable that it won't be long before I can rely on my physical body to pass through the barrier of incense and enter the kingdom of God and heaven of those religions.

Fang Zuo removed the concealing formation and strode out.

Another night.

Looking at the bright moon above from Mount Fuji, although it is still bright and clear, it is still not as big and round as the one I see in my hometown.

just.

There is one thing that is everywhere.

They are just short-sighted and desperate ants, no different from back home.

Fang Zuo was looking up at the moon.

Several figures popped out and surrounded Fang Zuo like grasshoppers under the watery moonlight.

"Finally you're out! We've been waiting for you for a long time." One of the figures took two steps forward, the moonlight shining on his face. A white-bearded Taoist holding a whisk bowed and said, "Exalted, Your Excellency."

She was wearing a Taoist robe with yellow and white chrysanthemums embroidered on the hem of her skirt.

"My name is Haneda Michihiro, from the Jiuju School. Have you ever heard of me?"

Fang Zuo looked at this Haneda Michihiro with amusement.

A bright moon was in the sky, and the mountain breeze was blowing. The Taoist priest had fluttering sleeves, neat clothes, and spoke in an elegant manner. He had a kind of immortal air and the demeanor of a great man.

It’s just that the chrysanthemum embroidered on the Taoist robe looks a bit fancy and out of place.

Seeing Fang Zuo staring at him without saying anything, Haneda Michihiro coughed and continued, "I think your concealment formation is truly mysterious. Although we discovered it, we still can't find a way to break it. I wonder which Onmyoji family you come from?"

"Stop talking nonsense, just say what you want to say." Fang Zuo frowned, "I don't have the patience to wait."

"You...!" The Taoist's companion stood up and shouted, but was stopped by Haneda Michihiro. He glared at his companion, then turned and smiled at Fang Zuo, saying, "Sir, please don't be anxious. I'll take up a moment of your time to ask you something. Since you've set up a concealment formation on Mount Fuji, I'm sure you've witnessed the battle with the Ashura spirit a few days ago?"

"I have seen it." Fang Zuo said.

Michihiro Haneda's face lit up with joy, yet also a bit of surprise.

The Jiujiu sect has always been a transcendent existence in Japan, relying on its formations.

As one of the members of the Jiuju faction, he naturally has a deep understanding of the battle formations.

But this young man's simple concealment formation was so mysterious that even he himself couldn't break it. It was definitely not something that an ordinary Onmyoji family could set up.

The fact that he did not hide the fact that he had seen the remnant soul of Asura further demonstrated his confidence in himself.

"May I ask if Ashura's residual soul was annihilated and has left anything behind?" Haneda Michihiro asked with a smile.

"Some original power was left in my hands." Fang Zuo said lightly.

The Jiujiu sect members, who were dressed like Taoist priests, were overjoyed upon hearing the news. Just as they were about to step forward, they were stopped by Haneda Michihiro's eyes.

"Alright, we're also worried about the Asura's original power harming the local people. Now that it's in your hands, we're relieved." Haneda Michihiro flung his whisk and bowed, saying, "It's our fault for disturbing you, please don't mind."

Fang Zuo glanced at the white-bearded Taoist priest in surprise, and he actually had quite a keen eye.

"What? You're not coming to rob?" Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Then can I leave now?"

"You are joking, sir. I dare not do such an overstep." Haneda Michihiro shook his head, bowed slightly, and made way.

Very low posture.

Since this young man is completely unpredictable, let him go first and follow him to find out the details before taking any action.

Those who are arrogant and impulsive will not live long.

But the young man didn't move at all and didn't seem to intend to leave.

"What force did you just say it came from?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.

"Have you ever heard of the Jiuju School?" Haneda Michihiro said proudly.

Any direct descendant of an Onmyoji family with some legacy will definitely know them.

"I've heard of it." Fang Zuo nodded and smiled, "Dry Day Fish Belly White" Feng Shui scheme in Lujiazui, Shanghai, was also designed by you?"

"That's right." A proud look appeared on Haneda Michihiro's face.

The Jiujiu School, who considered themselves the descendants of the Qin Dynasty, laid a great Feng Shui formation in Japan for hundreds of years, which nurtured the prosperity of Tokyo, but it was not their most proud work.

In their view, only by defeating the group of Feng Shui masters in China can they prove their identity as orthodox bloodlines.

When the dragon vein of the ancestral dragon awakens and Shanghai takes off.

The World Financial Center built in Lujiazui is built on the intestines of the dragon fish that jumps over the Dragon Gate in the Huangpu River.

This action of the fish intestines helping the dragon veins was taken advantage of by the Jiujiu sect.

In order to prevent Tokyo's underground dragon energy from being sucked away by Shanghai, the Jiuju faction bribed the winning construction company and designed the building of "Saber Supporting Red Sun".

It created the Feng Shui situation of "a knife piercing the fish's intestines, the sun roasting the Pujiang River" and "the fish's belly turns white on a dry day".

Once the building is completed, the dragon fish will be unable to jump over the Dragon Gate and become a dragon vein, which will inevitably delay the time for the ancestor dragon to soar.

In the end, it was cleverly resolved by Chinese Feng Shui masters.

Fang Zuo nodded. "I also heard that the 'Wind and Thunder Seventy-Twenty Nail Formation' on the dragon vein of China's Qinling Mountains was also created by you?"

Michihiro Haneda became even more proud after hearing this.

He personally participated in planning this game.

"Yes, it was us who used the 72 villas as an excuse to drive the Dragon-Severing Stakes and set up the '72 Wind and Thunder Formations' to slay Conglong. Unfortunately, we were discovered in the end and our plan failed."

Speaking of the failure, Haneda Michihiro couldn't help shaking his head, feeling very regretful.

"That's all." Fang Zuo said with a smile, "Give me your life."

Haneda Michihiro took a step back and looked at Fang Zuo warily: "What do you mean, sir?"

Fang Zuo was too lazy to talk to them anymore and was eager to try out the degree of strengthening of his body.

A light punch.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, howling and wailing.