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Minamoto Yorimitsu did what he said, and he really stayed in the idol house.
He sits in the shop and meditates every day. He bickers with Gin when he has nothing to do, saying specious words to try to elicit his own story, but Gin rejects him every time. One person and one soul battled wits and courage, and had a great time. Gin unknowingly accepted the existence of Minamoto no Yorimitsu.
The days of ease always pass by very quickly, and a week passes in the blink of an eye, and the days pass by calmly and without any disturbance.
The business of Idou House is gradually getting better, and more and more people are coming to buy coffee beans. I wonder if Toru Amuro really advertised gin. But Shuichi Akai and Toru Amuro never came again, which made Gin feel relieved.
At least in the initial stage of his new life, he is not very happy to come into contact with his former enemies.
When I got up early in the morning, Gin took stock, sorted out the slightly messy shelves, and then opened the store door. The cool morning breeze suddenly surged out, tinkling the wind chimes on the window, like a cheerful piece of music, which was very beautiful.
Walking to the counter and sitting down, he took out the supplier's phone number provided by the system and wondered whether he should make a call to order a batch of coffee beans. The Blue Mountain Coffee in the store was about to be sold out, so it was better to prepare early.
Minamoto Yorimitsu is calm and uses the morning wind and the dawn sun to cleanse his body and mind.
He is an onmyoji. In order to strengthen the Genji family, he has done many bloody things to kill monsters. However, this is not his nature, but an inevitable choice out of responsibility and ambition.
In fact, without the influence of his family, he is a very "Taoist" person. Sometimes he feels that if he were not born in Genji and were not bound by so many responsibilities, he would be a diner and drink dew, detached from the world. A hermit?
However, Minamoto Noraimitsu's fate was chosen by himself. He chose ambition and responsibility, and uncontrollably embarked on a lonely and cruel road. He never regrets his choices. This is because he occasionally feels a little guilty when he thinks of the monsters who died at his hands and were used by him to drain their value.
??Essentially, Minamoto no Yorimitsu and Gin are the same person.
"It has been raining for so many days, and it has finally cleared up." Gin stood up and walked to the door, leaning sideways on the door frame, looking at the blue sky above his head and said softly, "If it doesn't clear up, I won't have any clothes to wear. "
Minamoto Laimitsu's peaceful state of mind was broken. He reluctantly opened his eyelids and glanced at him: "I thought you were standing there to say a few words of emotion, but in the end you just wanted to say this?"
"Food, clothing, housing, transportation, firewood, rice, oil, and salt, ordinary people's lives always revolve around these. Only those who have money and leisure," Ginjiu tapped his temples, "or those who are sick, will have their minds full of romance, sadness, and sadness."
Minamoto Yorimitsu felt that he was being ridiculed. Aren't the nobles of the Heian period divided into the two types of people Gin mentioned?
But he thought about it carefully for a while, and said confidently: "When I was a noble, I was not full of romance and sadness. I spent all my time on important things!"
"A bloody storm?" Ginjiu made an accurate summary without even looking at him.
Minamoto Laiguang was speechless and curled his lips angrily.
After getting along for a week, although one person and one soul are still not very easy to deal with, they are no longer so repulsive to each other. They were like a pair of bad friends. They would choke on each other every now and then, but they would not hold grudges even after they choked. They had managed to find a way to get along that was unique to them.
Because of this, Minamoto Noraimitsu's expressions became more and more colorful, his words became more and more sharp, and his life became less and less like the man who was sometimes tolerant and gentle, sometimes ambitious. Sometimes he wonders, if that guy saw him now, would he still recognize him?
Just when Minamoto Yorimitsu entered the philosophical state again and allowed Gin's ears to calm down briefly, the system suddenly said: "Gin, it's going to rain soon."
"Is it intentional? Every time I say the weather is sunny, you come out and pour cold water on me?" Gin had no expression on his face.
"It's not intentional!" the system yelled, "You are obviously too good at setting flags, what does it have to do with me?"
Gin immediately retorted: "Nonsense, if I really had the ability to raise flags as you say, Minamoto no Yorimitsu's body would have been carried to the door."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly noticed that the sky was darkening at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the thick dark clouds expanded rapidly like inferior cotton wool that had absorbed water. After a while, they piled up into dense cumulonimbus clouds and struck. There was a dull thunder.
The system¡¯s weather forecast has never been wrong, and it has been accurate every time without exception. Looking at the situation in the sky, I'm afraid it will start raining in just a few minutes.
&That person is Gin standing at the door.
At the critical moment, the system¡¯s weapon transmission was completed. A ray of silver light fell heavily into Gin's hand, and a surging sense of power surged up, almost overwhelming Gin's own consciousness.
The ghost's hand held the sword and slashed, cutting through a thousand years, cutting through countless glory and loneliness along the way, and freezing time.
Ginjiu waved the weapon in his hand without hesitation. With just a wave of his hand, the silver light was like a creation of rules, calming all the forces in its path.
It is like an eraser, gently erasing the boiling evil spirit; and like a bucket of well water, extinguishing the mountain of knife shadows.
The power surrounding the sword was completely stripped away, its power was gone, and even the deafening sound stopped abruptly.
Despite this, the knife still stubbornly slashed down, hitting Gin's weapon hard. The two soldiers met, making a sound of fighting, and the sword energy of the sword also dispersed the silver light on the surface of the other weapon.
The light gradually dissipated like mist, and Gin finally saw the demigod-level weapon mentioned by the system.
It is silver-white in color and consists of two parts. The upper part is a long hammer head, studded with densely packed spikes, which exudes a ferocious aura like the teeth of an evil beast, but is blessed with clean holy light, revealing a bit of compassion in the ferociousness. He is like an eight-foot-tall preacher with a machete in his hand and a bible with a bumper and a blood tank. The lower part is a silver handle, which is being held by Gin.
This is a mace.
It¡¯s been consecrated (holy light).
Seeing this, Minamoto Yoriguang, who had just regained his breath, almost lost his breath again.
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