Chapter 131 I once had a nickname, you can call me——
The art of barrier, literally speaking, is a technique for connecting space and defining boundaries.
Barriers are mostly used for assistance, amplification or reduction, full vision, and control of the interior of space, such as removing gas from the air to create a vacuum, or applying multiple gravity.
And when a magic skill is practiced to the extreme, the barrier technique is no longer so simple.
Tian Yuan's barrier technique took a thousand years to create.
After studying a subject for a thousand years, no matter how stupid one is, one will not be completely useless. Moreover, Tianyuan herself is extremely talented, and the enhancement of her barrier skills in these thousand years is beyond imagination.
Tian Yuan's barrier technique has even reached an extreme level. The second technique that appeared when she transformed into a cursed spirit was the barrier technique, and because of this, she could also cast a barrier when she transformed into a cursed spirit. She really used the barrier technique into her bones and engraved it deep into her soul.
How extreme can the control of space be?
She has the authority to move everything within the designated scope, including time and space, but it will be more laborious.
The interior of the Prison Gate Territory also uses barrier magic, a mixture of barrier magic and spells, and the final product has even reached the "world-class" level.
Qian Jianmu sensed the power of her barrier as soon as they met.
Now he was sure that the technique Tianyuan used when he went back last time must have involved information about time and space, and it was because of excessive overdraft that Tianyuan was seriously injured.
Although the current Tianyuan can subtly slow down the flow of time within the barrier, the more difficult parts will be a bit strenuous. Qian Jianmu evaluated her ability and tried his best to run towards her.
Now he is at least one kilometer away from Tianyuan, which is too far. He must be closer.
The barriers fell one after another and smashed onto the ground, making one's back numb like a gate knife. Qian Jianmu advanced in absolute suffocation countless times, and several bloodstains appeared on his cheeks without him noticing.
"Slice."
His body was suddenly cut open, but Qian Jianmu was not afraid.
The next moment, the cut body healed rapidly, and the body temperature rose like burning. Chijianmu threw the short knife and stuck it on the eaves, then jumped down towards the house opposite.
There was suddenly nothing beneath my feet, and a dark cave led straight into the ground.
Hallucination? reality?
...hallucination.
He jumped into the air, took a breath, and continued to move forward according to the map he had memorized in his mind.
The walls were shrinking and steel spikes were sticking out of the gaps.
Hallucination? reality?
……reality.
He jumped up on the steel spikes, and a bamboo spike flew towards him, pierced his shoulder and then went out. The injured man didn't even see any explosions, and he even grabbed the bamboo spike with his backhand, made a big circle around it, and threw it towards Tianyuan.
Tianyuan didn't move, allowing the sharp tip to scratch his cheek.
Qian Jianmu narrowed his eyes.
The implementation of barrier techniques requires formations, props, hand seals, and mantras. However, Hongxing Palace itself was a large magic circle called a mausoleum that Tianyuan had set up for himself. All the props in the Gaozhuan Jiku were mobilized by her, and she no longer needed too many of the simplest hand seals and formulas. She even didn't speak much throughout the whole process.
He just raised his two hands and made different hand seals. His expression did not change. It was calm, dead silent, and compassionate.
The distance between the two had been shortened to several hundred meters. At this time, Qian Jianmu could clearly see Tianyuan's expression. An inexplicable intuition made him raise his head, and then his gaze fell on Tianyuan again.
He slowly stopped and took a breath.
"You are not Tianyuan."
“……” Tianyuan remained silent.
"I am sure that the one who attacked me was not Tian Yuan."
As soon as he finished speaking, Tianyuan suddenly made a few different hand seals, but just as they were about to take shape, a crisp sound of glass shattering rang into Qian Jianmu's brain.
A huge tree appeared from behind the broken barrier.
This is a very thick tree with a radius of several hundred meters. The tree is so tall that you cannot see the fallen leaves at the top even if you look up. The entire tree was a deep black color, exuding a strong ominous meaning.
Qian Jianmu narrowed his eyes and vaguely saw something floating above the tree, but it was too far away for him to see clearly.
What he could clearly see were nearly a hundred thin "chains" extending downward from the tree.
These black "thin lines" fell from the branches of the tree and wrapped around Tianyuan. The girl was wearing a white kimono, and the black lines covered her entire body like spider veins, from top to bottom, every joint, and even every inch of her fingers were covered with thin lines. Because of Tianyuan’s disobedience just now, the thin thread fell again and wrapped around the tip of Tianyuan’s index finger. The girl's beautiful hand twisted slightly, and then returned to normal as the thin thread pulled it.
Even, the barrier technique is still being performed.
No wonder, the dead silence was Tianyuan’s eyes, while the attack was launched by the world in Tianyuan’s name.
Every violation will tighten the control. With the large and small lines on Tianyuan's body, Tianyuan is probably unable to violate it anymore.
Fortunately, fortunately Tianyuan still has a human body at this moment, and fortunately Tianyuan’s technique is not a one-hit kill technique after all.
Qian Jianmu took a deep breath, raised his head and took a deep look at the unknown sphere, then wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Never mind, let’s just rush over first. If it’s just this level, it won’t be enough to stop him.
If the way forward is blocked, wrap your entire body with your own world's energy points and use the barrier of ability to press through it. The illusion is to move forward with eyes closed, and the maze is to jump out of the maze.
Gravity doesn’t matter, oxygen doesn’t matter, weightlessness doesn’t matter, space cutting can avoid fatal injuries, it doesn’t matter.
Gritting his teeth, enduring the pain, he faced the black-haired girl.
The world consciousness does not even say a word, it does not participate in gambling, so its gambling rules cannot be applied.
You can win, and because you can win, you must run desperately towards the goal, but when will you get the corresponding victory?
Qian Jianmu dodged countless attacks and was even a little dazed at the end.
The offensive power of these spells... is so weak...
Why? Is it because we need to maintain the tide of cursed spirits outside?
100m.
50m.
30m.
There were only a few steps left to Tianyuan after climbing up the altar. Qianjianmu endured the pain in his lungs and stared at the girl.
Can this really succeed? Even if Tianyuan couldn't kill him, how could he be sure that he could really get close to Tianyuan?
10m.
Sprint.
The incredibly huge tree shook its branches, and the bound sacrifice was dragged upwards...
What the hell? Do I have to climb a tree afterwards?
Thinking of this, Chigenmaku drew out his dagger and swung it—
Stunned.
Just as the dagger flew out, he heard the girl's voice, very soft and slightly trembling, but the tone was very calm.
Although the language spoken was not Japanese or any common language in this world, Chimamu strangely understood it.
"...Millennium Corridor."
In that brief moment, Qian Jianmu turned his head and looked into the girl's red eyes.
Tianyuan looked at him with compassion, his eyes were deep, calm, and even heavy.
At the same time, another black chain fell from the tree. Qian Jianmu could finally see clearly that the chain was a double helix chain of unknown material. The chain went straight down and wrapped around Tianyuan's tongue.
Tiny black lines spread from the tip of the tongue, and the sides of the chain were lifted upwards. Like a dark smile on the cheek.
...Tianyuan has never used words to defy the control of the world, so her words can still be used naturally.
This was Qian Jianmu’s last memory before his brain went blank.
When he could see clearly again, he felt as if he were sitting in front of a movie theater and was actually in the movie.
I couldn't move my limbs, nor could I choose what I could see and what I couldn't see. A picture slowly flowed before my eyes. The picture was so clear that even the hair and eyelashes were clearly visible.
The first thing I saw clearly was a girl with long hair that was gradient black on top and white on the bottom. Her hair was totally unkempt, even the ends were frizzy and dry for some reason. His pale face was dirty, his lips were dry, and his eyes were empty and desperate.
Although she is not very old, there is no trace of vitality in her. It seems that she has lost the emotions that a human being should have.
The girl was kneeling on the clean tatami. Her eyes suddenly moved. She looked in front of her and saw a black-haired boy half-squatting, a little rude, but exceptionally cool.
"It's you? The child that was picked up by the teacher's shikigami."
The young man held up his face and said slowly:
"The sorcerer of the spell 'Immortality'... I wonder if you have heard of me..."
The boy narrowed his eyes and smiled. He looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old.
"I once had a nickname, you could call me—"
"Cursed Spirit Manipulator... Although someone later forced him to add an unlimited limit, an unlimited Cursed Spirit Manipulator, Izumo."
"I heard that you have nowhere to go. Coincidentally, I also have nowhere to go at first. Will you live with me in the future?"
Qian Jianmu's gaze was fixed on the young man, and he suddenly realized something.
This person looks like Geto Suguru!
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Common people in this era did not have surnames.
Everyone named themselves casually, a bit like a nickname. If you often stayed at home, the nickname would probably be something like "Under the Tree (born)" or "By the Stream (born)". But later on, the world was in chaos, curse spirits and curse masters were rampant, and a large number of civilians were displaced. When everyone went to a new city and introduced themselves, they would unconsciously replace their names with the names of their hometowns.
The young boy Izumo comes from Izumo, the place where gods are said to live.
However, if you ask him about it, the boy will narrow his fox eyes slightly and say with some distress:
"This... is just an ordinary village."
"Where are the parents?"
The boy shook his head:
"I figured it out. My relationship with my parents is weak. If I continue to live with them, I will harm them."
There was no sadness on his face, but pure positivity:
“So I said goodbye to them and went out to explore the world.”
The young man Izumo is a natural genius that is rarely seen in a thousand years.
Without receiving any education, at the age of seven he had his own horoscope calculated by divination through the power of heaven and earth, which helped him determine the direction of his future life and that staying with his parents for a long time would bring disaster to them. So at the age of eight, he bid farewell to his parents and embarked on the journey to Beijing alone.
In the Heian period, young boys could get married at the age of twelve, and it was normal for them to go to work in the fields at the age of ten. When Izumo was eight years old, he was already taller than an average boy ten years his senior. Although this age was really too young, it was not very unusual in that era.
It would be fine if it was just his extraordinary talent as an Onmyoji, but the phrase "it's rare to see this in a million years" was said by his teacher, the famous Abe Haruaki.
It is naturally impossible for an eight-year-old child to be too peaceful in troubled times. The distance between Izumo and Heian-kyo is too far. There are robbers, cursed spirits and demons along the way. It is as difficult as climbing to heaven to reach Heian-kyo intact. Izumo had never learned Yin-Yang magic, and after being attacked by the cursed spirit again, he became so angry that his blood burst out and he ate the first cursed spirit jade in his life.
“It’s really disgusting,” he said, “but there’s nothing I can do to survive.”
He walked from a distant city, subdued the cursed spirits little by little, ate the cursed spirit jade, and let the cursed spirits travel for him. Along the way, he would also help the villagers along the way and rescue women and children. In fact, when the name of the "Cursed Spirit Manipulation Technique" resounded throughout Heian-kyo, he was only 11 years old.
At this time in Heian-kyo, sorcerers and Onmyojis were in a sweet period, and many Onmyoji families had sorcerer bloodlines. It was not that sorcerers could not use Onmyoji, they just could not reach a very high level. These sorcerers also work for the Onmyoji Bureau. Compared to those pure-blooded Onmyojis, they are more like some kind of convenient thugs.
But being able to be an official with this ability, how can it not be considered a good thing?
The reputation of the young boy who wields sorcery spread to Heian-kyo, and a group of people clamored for the ownership of Izumo. Finally, Abe Haruaki observed the sky at night and suddenly found that he had a connection with the young boy, so Abe sent a shikigami to find the young sorcerer Izumo.
At this time, Abe Haruaki was already in his sixties or seventies and was an old man. When he said he wanted to find someone, who would dare to say no? So everyone calmed down and waited for the extremely talented young sorcerer to show up in Heian-kyo.
However, when he really found it, Abe Haruaki realized that Izumo was not a sorcerer.
He possesses a very extreme talent that allows him to use and even freely create Yin-Yang magic, but also to control cursed spirits at a certain cost.
When he was found, Izumo was about to go to the capital. He was taken to Abe's residence by several shikigami. The Great Onmyoji was a very kind person and specially asked him to take a bath and have a full meal before meeting him.
"You don't look as tall as you heard." The Great Onmyoji said with a smile.
The days of wandering are not easy. When Izumo first left home, he was well nourished, but now he is incredibly thin due to malnutrition.
"I will grow taller slowly!" Izumo said a little embarrassed.
"Why did you come here?"
So Izumo repeated what he had calculated.
The Great Yin-Yang Master also performed a divination, and finally, he sighed softly.
"After all, there is no way to escape this disaster."
Izumo's talent was destined, but it was precisely because of this extreme talent that it was destined that he came here for something and was destined to have a great mission.
Due to the course of a certain destiny, Izumo's future will not be peaceful.
God is jealous of talented people.
The Great Onmyoji had a lot of thoughts in his mind for a moment, then he changed his mind.
He had fourteen years to live.
I can’t stand it anymore, I really can’t stand it anymore.
His face turned bitter, and he asked in a worried tone:
"Then, would you like me to be your teacher?"
"Huh?"
"Unfortunately, the recent times have been tough, so I'm afraid that becoming your disciple cannot be done openly."
"How do you know?"
Abe Haruaki's expression became even more bitter.
"If you don't believe me, calculate it yourself."
Izumo really went to have his fortune told. He used the simplest wooden stick, but there was no such thing in Abe's house. Abe Haruaki threw him a few stones. Izumo studied them and thought it was okay, so he used the stones given to him to tell fortunes on the spot.
Even Abe Haruaki was shocked by this talent.
After Izumo finished his divination, he was very puzzled, so he changed the date, then he was puzzled again, and then he changed the date again.
This went on for several times, and he looked up blankly.
"In the next twenty years, there won't be a single auspicious day?"
Abe Haruaki spread his hands:
"See, that's what I said! I guess it is!"
The two looked at each other in silence for a moment, each silently cursing their fate.
At the age of twelve, Izumo became Abe Haruaki's last disciple, a fact that could not be said openly but was known to everyone.
Abe's house was very big, and he lived in the side courtyard. Someone would give him lessons every few days, sometimes it was teacher Abe, and sometimes it was teacher Abe's shikigami.
"Don't do anything that goes against your body's will."
Because of his teacher's advice, he did not try to swallow the Curse Jade again.
But his talent in Yin-Yang magic is really outrageous. Mastering techniques that others cannot master is as natural as eating and drinking. He can even create his own talismans and formulas at a young age, and they can really be used.
The shikigami could teach him less and less and could only teach him physical skills. Izumo had to meet Abe Haruaki once a week for private one-on-one teaching.
The only one who can keep up with Izumo's progress is the Great Onmyoji.
The daily life in Heian-kyō is very busy. In this world, cursed spirits are rampant. The nobles of Heian-kyō calculate all day long, fearing that they might be struck to death by a thunderbolt from the sky if they take a wrong step when entering a door. Everyone is very careful, and after a long time, the reputation of the cursed spirit master slowly faded away.
Izumo was fifteen years old. Someone else said that he saw a girl with the spell of "immortality". Abe Haruaki was very unlucky. On that day, he was in a good mood to bask in the moonlight and saw this person at a glance. He also had a cause and effect with him.
He was really tired, but he had no choice but to reach out and repeat the previous steps.
The shikigami searched Heian-kyo and found the undead sorcerer who had not eaten or drunk anything for a whole month. He invited the girl back and asked her if she wanted to eat and take a bath. The girl ignored him and just sat there with a blank expression.
Yes, she seemed to come from the West, where a big fire broke out a few years ago. There were traces of burns at the end of the girl's fever. If she came from that raging fire, she endured the pain of her family's death, felt the pain of the flames licking her skin, and ran here with the flow and crawling. With such torture, if she was not immortal, she would probably have died a hundred times.
Abe Haruaki had no intention of meeting her and bringing her back, so his karmic relationship with the girl was largely severed. Before he had the chance to ask Izumo, the object of the karmic relationship, to go find the girl, he heard that Izumo had gone to find her himself.
Fate, oh fate, damn fate.
Abe Haruaki was so angry that he waved his hand and ignored it, letting Izumo do as he pleased.
So, as fate would have it, the fifteen-year-old boy Izumo placed the girl in a side room in his courtyard and asked someone to help her wash and dress neatly. When the servant brought the girl to Izumo, he was playing chess with himself.
He carved a rotating chessboard himself. The undead warlock saw the chessboard spinning at a glance, and the black-haired boy made his moves very quickly. She was still a long distance away from the boy, but the boy turned around as if he had eyes on his back, glanced at her and smiled.
"What are you standing there for? Come over here?"
So the servant took the girl over, and the undead warlock was a little confused.
"Can you speak?" Izumo asked.
“…I will.”
"Do you have a name?" Izumo asked.
The undead warlock shook his head.
Her parents and brothers all died in the fire. Before that, her family did not give her a name.
"I'll give you a name. How about that?"
As Izumo was talking, he casually picked up three chess pieces, threw them into the air, then held them in his hand, opened them, and leaned over to show the undead sorcerer.
"You see, God also thinks I can name you. God won't lie to me."
"……?"
The Undead Warlock didn't understand. Her talent was not as good as Izumo's. She tilted her head:
"……what ever?"
Izumo scattered the chess pieces back into the jar, frowned and thought for a while, then his eyes fell on the chessboard and lit up.
"Tianyuan."
He said:
"How about you call yourself Tianyuan, crisscrossing and intersecting, the center of Tianyuan?"
Tianyuan...
The undead sorcerer named Tianyuan looked at the chessboard in a daze. The young man with black hair, purple eyes and fox eyes was smiling. The temperature was just right in early spring, and a breeze blew, with a few fallen leaves floating in front of his eyes.
The old man drinking on the porch sighed, thought of his friends who drank and chatted with him when he was young, those chaotic and complicated years, and closed his overly tired eyes.
On the other side of the capital, in a courtyard with the word "Wu Tiao" written on it, a young man with a cloth tied around his eyes listened to the chatter of his relatives and elders. He pouted, and when others looked at him, he became cold and quiet again.
"In 992, Tengen (10 years old) and Izumo (15 years old) met."
The girl's ethereal voice sounded from somewhere:
"I don't think it's necessary to remember this, but a thousand years is too long... He said that if you don't remember it, you will be forgotten."
"…I don't want to forget him."
"So, this is... our story."
The book turns its pages and the next play begins.
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