[Comprehensive] Dress GO!

Chapter 109 The Bookman and the Wind

The nights of late autumn are severe and cold, and the mountains and forests are frosty and deep.

Xia Ying has passed away, autumn insects are neighing in the bushes, and after the appearance of the never-ending clouds and haze in the sky, there is only a deep night and a dimness of different brightness in the world.

In the outskirts of Kyoto, on the path of an unnamed mountain, the dust from the dilapidated gate of the shrine was shaken off, and a tall figure stood in front of the stone steps, waiting for the morning of a new day.

The scholar climbed up the steps, and the ink-painted swallows and birds flew by his side, and would tug at his sleeves and hair from time to time, and then accidentally soaked in the morning dew, smudged into the floating clouds behind him.

"Master Yimulian, I haven't seen you for a while."

"It's the bookman."

The young man in front of him is obviously weak, and his power as a god is gradually dissipating.Shuweng said with concern: "Because there seems to be a flash flood in Heiye Mountain, so I have to go around this side, I hope it didn't disturb you."

Fengshen still showed a gentle smile.

"How come, we haven't seen each other for a long time, I still want to hear you talk about things outside the mountain."

Hearing what he said, a smile appeared on Shuweng's face, but as if he remembered something, he said unhappily: "Although there are many new rivers and fish that can be recorded, those sea monsters... ..."

He frowned, and didn't want to continue talking, so as not to bring new troubles to Yimulian.The latter nodded knowingly, and invited Shuweng into his shrine without asking any further questions.

At this time, there was a sudden noise in the forest, which caught their attention.

The sound appeared too hastily, Shuweng looked over displeasedly, and saw a huge gray eagle flying out from the bushes, rushing towards himself and Yimulian.

The speed was so fast, the eagle's hind legs and tail that looked like a horse passed by the bookman's eyes, and hit the shield raised by Fengshen, and then dissipated with a bang like foam on the impact .

A teenager fell from the back of the disappearing eagle, his face was pale, his body was drenched, his eyes were closed, and he was tightly clutching a fragment of a mirror in his hand.

The peace in the forest was broken, Yimulian and Shuweng looked at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"It's...a human?"

Fujimaru Tachika had a dream in which she was running in a space full of eyes.However, the expressions in those eyes are not vicious, weird or other offensive emotions, but rather... fanaticism?

The boy woke up, and Shuweng was staring at him.

"you're awake!"

Holding a writing brush dripping with ink in one hand, the white-haired young man who slammed the scroll in the other quickly approached Fujimaru Tachika, his eyes were exactly the same as those in the dream, which startled the people who had just woken up.

"Hey! You, hello?"

Fujimaru Tachika: What happened! ?

Being approached by the hot gaze, Fujimaru Tatsuka swallowed subconsciously.Swallows, birds and smoke clouds transformed into ink and wash also flew over following the young man's movements, and began to circle around him.

Is it a monster?

However, upon closer inspection, there seemed to be no inhuman features on the young man.

"Human beings, my name is Shuweng, I am a monster who hopes to record all the beauties and anecdotes in the world, so!"

Shuweng took another step forward abruptly, almost touching the boy's body, with a serious expression on his face.Fujimaru Tatsuka fell back, not daring to speak.

"Would you like me to record your..."

"eagle?"

Fujimaru Tachika: "...huh?"

Shuweng is a monster who likes to record all the beauties and anecdotes in the world, including things that have never been seen before.

The steed that Tatsuka Fujimaru rides is the mount of the servant Astolfo, and it is also the product of the combination of the western mythical species of the griffin and the steed. It is powerful and strange, and it is undoubtedly a novel "monster" to the scholar.

Watching a drop of round ink drop onto his clothes, the eyes of the monster look like you will draw a turtle on your face if you don't want me to see it.

Fujimaru Tachika:? ? ?

Then he reacted, but still cruelly rejected Shuweng's request.After all, the use of the dress is limited to once a day, and he must use it for chocolate to make rations in this barren mountain, and use it and cherish it.

After being separated from Baizangzhu and Daitengu, he has been flying in the direction of Heianjing, but he has not been able to rest well in the past few nights and is still consuming magic power, and he is still mentally knocking out GG in extreme exhaustion. Going down, plunged into an unknown mountain forest.

He accidentally fell to the shrine of Fengshen, and was picked up by the owner of the shrine and the bookman who happened to be a guest.

Fengshen, are you a god...

Fujimaru Tachika sat under the back porch of the shrine, subconsciously touched her neck, and the little purple-black snake was gone.

Unfortunately, that is the only snake used for communication.

The mountain road is far away, and the magic power is exhausted. It is not that easy for Fujimaru Tachika to rush back to Kyoto alone. The gods suggest that he stay in the shrine and wait. A believer will come to the shrine to pay homage in the near future, and he can be taken out of the mountain at that time.He agreed.

There was a sound of footsteps beside him, and the boy came back to his senses.

The black-haired god in black came over, with a loose bandage around his right eye, which was still oozing blood.Even if he didn't say it clearly, Fujimaru Tachika could feel that the wind god who took him in was very weak.

Is it because of that eye?

Under the corridor, Yimulian stopped.

"I forgot to say, the shrine is simple, I hope you don't take offense." The attitude of the god was very approachable, and he handed out the things in his hand.

Human beings need food to survive, so Yimulian picked up some fruits sent by the little mountain monsters and gave them to the boy.

The human boy from outside the mountain did not take it, but stared at him without blinking. His blue eyes were clear and bright, shining brightly among the shadows of the roof and the decayed pillars.

Yimu let him scrutinize him, but he didn't expect the boy to laugh suddenly.

"Are all the gods of this era like you?"

"Ok?"

It is rare to see a god who is not only gentle but also natural.Fujimaru Tachika shook her head slightly, reached out to take the food, and then pointed to her eyes as a signal.

"Master God, may I help you re-bandage your eyes?"

Although he called "Master Shenming", Yimulian didn't feel the human being's respect for the gods at all, but he didn't mean to belittle himself either.The smile on the boy's mouth made him slightly taken aback, and he sat down in a strange way.

"My name is Yimulian. What did that sentence just now mean?"

The blood-stained gauze was removed in circles.

Yimulian has long discovered that this human being is not surprised when he meets gods and monsters, and can talk to them without distance. He is really a rare and strange human being.

——Of course, the premise is that Shuweng has not shown any fanaticism for that eagle bird.

The boy behind him hesitated for a moment: "I don't think you look like a god."

"..."

"It's not just you. In fact, if Shuweng hadn't said whether he was human, I wouldn't have felt that he was a monster."

He concluded on his own: "It seems that the behavior and language of gods and monsters are actually similar to human beings."

After a moment of silence, Yimulian turned his head slightly: "No, gods have the duties of gods, and monsters have the nature of monsters. My duty is to protect you."

The young man asked back, "What about the bookman?"

"...The bookman's nature may be to record his wanderings." Shen Ming said uncertainly.

Someone naturally asked back: "So what's the difference between that and a human being?"

He was at a loss for words, and strange thoughts flew up in an instant.

Fujimaru Tachika finished the bandage skillfully, saw that Ichimokulian seemed to be thinking about something, and made a playful gesture of pulling his mouth and zipper on him, and moved his position with his own food.

The god looked at his back, unable to speak for a long time.

This young man who suddenly broke the peace in the mountains and forests seemed to have broken something lightly, and the invisible thing that was still not understood by Yi Mulian slipped out, hovering around his side like the wind.

Fengshen stretched out his hand, but couldn't catch the gust of wind.

what is it then?

Fujimaru Tachika's reference is simple.

Yimulian doesn't look like a god, and Shuweng doesn't look like a monster. They are all conclusions he came up with by referring to Yamata no Orochi, Ootengu, and the demon luthier in this era.Even compared to Xiaobai, these two people can be ranked among the top two best communicators he has met since he came to this era. Of course, the premise is that Shuweng is not so fanatical about Junying.

"Human, I've found something to eat for you! Can you summon that eagle to show me!"

The next day, the scholar who came back from nowhere took the initiative to push open the gate of the shrine, but no thick dust fell down. He was stunned and saw the human boy he was looking for cleaning the shrine.

"What are you doing?" Shuweng frowned, and asked strangely: "It is not so easy to clean up the filth of a shrine that has lost faith."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Jun Ying was still in the cool-down period, and it was really impossible to summon it again, so Fujimaru Tachika exchanged stories with Shuweng based on his own experience, and the latter expressed surprise at his storage capacity and told him about Yimulian.

"Master Yimulian was once a wind god..."

Lord Yimulian used to be a wind god, a god who was born of faith and weakened because of the separation of faith.Not long ago, because of the sea monster of Mt. Suzuka that brought floods to the earth, in order to divert the flood so as not to hurt the villagers down the mountain, he sacrificed one of his eyes, which made his already weak body even more decayed.

As a guardian deity, it is out of duty and out of heart, and adults do not regret doing so.After all, in a short time, he will quietly disappear in the shrine.So before he was able to protect the creatures in the world again, what could he regret?

"Didn't Master Yimulian tell you?"

After the bookman finished speaking, he replied to himself: "That's right, he doesn't have much power now, probably because he feels that he can no longer protect human beings."

The eccentricity of the scholar's temperament is hidden inside. After he finished speaking, he observed Fujimaru Tachika, thinking that if the young man showed a little pity for Fengshen, he would laugh at him mercilessly.

Unexpectedly, the pity he heard was:

"It's so miserable to be a god, to be imprisoned by one's own responsibilities..."

Shuweng:?

He found a blind spot: "You don't have any respect for gods, human."

Speaking of this, Fujimaru Tachika felt a little guilty, Shuweng didn't know that divinity was a debuff in his human world.He racked his brains to recover:

"I just suddenly felt... Are there any differences between gods, monsters, and humans?"

"This question is really rare, but dare to stand shoulder to shoulder with monsters and gods, are all human beings so arrogant?"

Shuweng suddenly remembered that he had recorded a story about a monster named Chasing the Moon God. The monster girl with rabbit ears claimed to be a god, but it was just because a human she met admired gods and hated monsters.

This kind of prejudice seems to be difficult to find in Fujimaru Tachika.

"You monsters are arrogant, because you have powers that humans don't have?"

Shuweng thought for a while: "The world of monsters speaks by strength, maybe because you and Seimei are both human beings with great strength."

Ah, I really don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the human beings.The bookman thought.

His arrival seemed to really break the peace of this mountain forest, and the long-standing notion between gods and monsters.Just a few words, just a human perception of smallness and frailty.

Fujimaru Lixiang disagreed with Shuweng's words, and argued: "How come, my strength does not come from me, but from the help of my friends. What I did was to make many friends during my early journey."

He said more seriously: "No matter how powerful the power is, it is only a temporary victory. It is impossible to have the last laugh. Shuten-douji also has Ibaraki-douji by his side. Otherwise, drinking alone would be so lonely. Can strength solve such a thing?"

"..."

But also seems like a... nice human being.

The wind was miserable.Yimulian stood outside the shrine for a while, then walked in with Qiuguo.

"Ah, Yimulian." Seeing him, the young man seemed to have an idea, and said to him swearingly: "I have a way, you saved me, I will be your believer. I am a person from the future, so Your belief can continue into the future and will not disappear, so help me deal with sea monsters."

The bookman glared at him: "...It's not something a believer would do if you bargain like this."

Fujimaru Tachika ignored him.

Yimu Lian laughed, and took out the food: "If you are my follower, you will be hungry."

Believers need to offer sacrifices to the gods, but he gave this human being shelter first.

"Then make a discussion, eat enough first, and I will be your follower."

"...It's the second time I've seen such a shameless human in so many years. No, Seimei is at least half of the blood of the white fox. This is the first time I've seen such a shameless person."

Fujimaru Tachika: A little bit.

"you……"

The scholar raised his hand to touch him with the ink-stained brush, but he touched the wind shield of a certain god, and he was shocked.

"Master Yimulian!"

Feng Ke politely rolled up his pen, "What's wrong?"

The scholar was angry, and Fujimaru Tachika, who was sitting there, made a face at him.