[Onmyoji] Did you get SSR today?

Kagura and his party successfully conquered the fifth floor of Yuhun and returned in triumph.

Seimei and Boya brought back eleven summoning charms, ready to add new members to the courtyard.

summoning room.

Seimei and Kagura were sitting on the edge of the summoning formation, Boya was holding a spell in his hand, Ghost Messenger Bai was holding a illustrated book of ghosts, and everything was ready.

"Bo Ya, let's start." Qingming stretched out his hand, and Boya handed over the first spell.

"I really hope there will be a shikigami who can rival Oni Shiguro." Oni Shibai sighed.

"The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment." Boya slapped a spell, and said indifferently, "Everything is left to fate."

The ghost messenger Bai stared at the summoning formation, and said sadly: "But, this team is really difficult to match."

Eight hundred bhikkhunis stood guard at the door, tilted their heads, and sighed: "Who made our Lord Qingming have darker hands."

"Shan Tong."

"Iron Rat."

"Brother Jumping."

"Jumping sister."

"One-eyed little monk."

"Daughter of Ugly Times."

"Kappa."

"Civet cat."

"Hungry."

"Spirit of the Warrior."

Ghost Shibai was stunned: "Master Seimei, is he going to collect low-level shikigami in one go?"

"..." Boya silently handed over the charm, "the last one."

"Wait first." Eight hundred bhikkhuni knelt on the ground, "Let me pray for Master Qingming."

"I'll come too." Ghost Shibai followed closely behind.

"Then I'll come too." Boya also joined in.

Seimei was speechless: "Don't underestimate the low-level shikigami."

"There should be a shikigami in this courtyard that can rival me." Boya walked up to Qingming, lowered her head and kissed him between the eyebrows, "I will lend you my good luck."

Qingming smiled, and took away the charm from Boya's hand, "You are not much better."

The spell calls, the light fades.

A woman sat on the summoning array, with long silver hair bundled up high, a wolf headed body, a fluffy tail curled up in front of her, and a bow and arrow on her back.She stood up and shook her hair at the temples, looking heroic.

"White Wolf, an intermediate shikigami." Ghost Messenger Bai dutifully called out the word "shiki□□", and another name was highlighted on the Hundred Ghosts Guide.

Boya didn't know much about Shikigami, so he asked, "Is he a powerful guy?"

"It looks very capable." Eight Hundred Bhikkuni said.

"Good job!" Boya jumped up to Qingming's side and patted him on the shoulder, "Thanks to my uncle for lending you good luck!"

"This time I will reluctantly admit that your luck is indeed a little bit better than mine."

"Where there is a little, there is a lot!"

"White Wolf, ignore those two people." Kagura took White Wolf's hand and led her out of the summoning circle, "I'll take you to meet new friends."

"Okay, okay." The white wolf breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little uneasy when he first came to this strange environment, but fortunately there were normal people there.

"Hey, hey." Seeing that the white wolf was about to follow Kagura out of the summoning room, Boya hurriedly called out, "Well, white wolf, what weapon do you use well, come and learn from it when you have time?"

Kagura pulled Bailang's hand: "Don't pay attention to him."

For the sake of being polite, the white wolf still replied: "My weapon is this bow and arrow on my body."

Boya was stunned for a moment, and then showed a proud smile: "Then it must be compared."

On the bow path, Boya believed that he would not lose to anyone.

White Wolf is a newcomer, and he was taken to the dojo before he had time to familiarize himself with the entire courtyard.

This is Qingming's bow dojo specially built for Boya. No matter how busy he is, Boya will come here every day to hone his body and mind.

"Since you are new here, let's do a simple comparison first, please."

"Yes." The white wolf was unambiguous, took out the bow and arrow, and walked into the arena.

The moment the arrow hit the bow, the aura on Bai Lang's body instantly became stable. She drew the bow with a calm mind, and shot an arrow steadily, hitting the bull's-eye.

"Okay!" Boya couldn't help shouting.

Qingming shook the paper fan and said with a smile: "I don't know how to bow, but I can make Boya admire me. It seems that I have encountered a strong enemy."

"Hmph, I won't admit defeat." Boya also took the bow and arrow, raised her head at Qingming, "Look!"

Boya stood solemnly and solemnly in the dojo, meticulous.He held the bow skillfully, stared at the bull's-eye intently, without distracting thoughts, as if his body and mind were integrated with the bow and arrow, making a perfect hit.

"It's amazing." White Wolf clenched the bow in his hand, "Master Boya, you, I have seen you... I have never seen such a perfect bow."

Qingming also praised: "After all, Boya is a genius in archery."

"Seimei, you don't understand at all." Kagura looked up at him.

"At least I know, I like the way he shoots arrows."

White Wolf made no secret of his admiration for Boya. The two talked freely in the dojo. It was rare for Seimei to see Boya so happy, so he waved to Kagura: "Let's go back first."

Kagura glanced at Boya, the corners of his mouth were almost pulled to his ears!

For the following week, Boya spent every day in the bow dojo with Bai Lang.

Qingming was practicing calligraphy alone in the courtyard, and Babaichuni passed by and sat on the other side of the stone table.

"Bo Ya is in the bow dojo again?"

Qingming concentrated on practicing calligraphy, and said casually, "Yes."

"Qingming." Eight hundred bhikkhunis were about to say something, but when they saw the words written by Qingming from the corner of their eyes, the corners of their eyes twitched, and they pointed to a word on the rice paper, "This... Wuxian is about to fall in the evening, and the word Xi is Isn't it a little more?"

"..." Qingming glanced at it, immediately took away the rice paper, rolled it up and threw it aside, and said calmly, "It seems that my practice is not enough."

"Qingming doesn't seem like someone who would make such a mistake." Eight Hundred Bikuni looked at him with his cheeks, "What's on your mind?"

"How could it be?" Qingming smiled, "I accidentally got distracted."

Eight hundred bhikkhuni pursed her lips, and said suddenly: "Do you want me to call Boya over?"

"No need." Qingming's writing hand trembled, another piece of rice paper wasted.

Eight Hundred Bhikkhuni sighed and said nothing more.

This calligraphy could not be continued, Qingming helped his forehead helplessly, packed his things and prepared to go back to the room.

Sure enough, Boya hadn't come back yet, so Qingming casually took a book from the shelf, sat in the corridor and read it quietly.

After a quarter of an hour, I couldn't see it at all.

Should not be ah.

Seimei put the book aside and leaned against the railing to bask in the sun.

Boya practiced bow and arrow every day, Qingming couldn't understand and rarely accompanied him, so Boya didn't stay in the bow dojo for a long time, and Boya usually practiced calligraphy with Qingming in the courtyard.

But speaking of it, Boya probably doesn't know calligraphy either.

No wonder he was so bored that he jumped up and down every time.

But recently, with the white wolf as a companion, the two of them can practice for a whole day in the bow dojo.

Like-minded?

Seimei put his arms across his eyes, blocking the sun.

Life is full of vicissitudes, and it really can't be all the way.

Unknowingly, Qingming fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was almost evening.

Qingming opened his eyes, and Boya's face was above him, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"Are you awake?" Boya plucked Qingming's bangs and said, "It's rare for you to fall asleep in the corridor."

"Ah, that's right." Qingming turned over and suddenly found that he was actually sleeping on Boya's lap.

How could he not remember this at all?

Boya grabbed Qingming's shoulders to prevent him from falling.

Qingming rubbed her temples and was about to get up, but Boya pushed her down: "Go to sleep a little longer."

"I've already woken up." Qingming said helplessly, "It's so late, if I sleep any longer, I will suffer from insomnia at night."

"Insomnia is fine, we can do something else."

Qingming: "..."

"It's been a long time since you acted like a baby." Boya said softly with a smile in his eyes, "When I just came back, you were huddled there like a caterpillar. I went over and patted your shoulder, and you hugged me I refused to let go of my waist."

Qingming couldn't help covering her eyes, but luckily no one else passed by.

"It's autumn." Boya said, swaying Qingming's cheeks, "Why don't we go to the maple forest tomorrow."

Qingming was taken aback: "Aren't you practicing archery?"

Boya was also taken aback by his question: "There is no rule that I have to practice every day."

"What about the white wolf?"

"White wolf?" Boya was even more puzzled, "The ghost sent Bai to arrange a task for him."

"Is that so..." Qingming still had an indescribable feeling in his heart, he nodded slightly and said, "That's okay, I haven't been to Maple Leaf Forest for a long time."

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I have to go out on weekends, if it is too late, it may take a few days every other day_(:з」∠)_