"What are you bringing us here for?"

Lu Min asked Zhongshan.

"You are doing tasks in Dongying, this kind of appearance is obviously not good. ”

"Huh?"

Nakayama pointed to his katana.

"With a saber, others will treat you as a samurai, and they will cooperate and respect you. ”

"Oh, that's .......," Ling Jian thought, "but this is a sushi restaurant...... Isn't it?"

"Just come in with me!" Nakayama said.

Nakayama walked into the sushi restaurant with the two.

As soon as he entered, Ling Jian heard the sound of knives, and he could see that in the back kitchen, there was a bald guy, wielding a kitchen knife, and cutting the fish meat in front of him into transparent slices.

The hand is extremely steady, and the knife is extremely sharp.

The blade glowed slightly blue.

"Good afternoon!" Nakayama greeted in Japanese.

The guy glanced at him, and a stocky middle-aged man stepped out from the back of the kitchen.

Dressed in a chef's clothes, with white hair and a smile on his face, he walked out, and after glancing, the bald guy instantly changed his face and scolded a few times.

Although Ling Jian couldn't understand it, he could hear something like Baga Yalu.

The guy walked to the back of the kitchen, visibly dissatisfied.

"Friends from abroad!" the old chef smiled again, speaking non-standard Chinese.

"We're bringing them with their sabers, Mr. Ezo. Nakayama said.

"Ahh ”

The two pulled out their chairs and sat down in front of Izang.

Yizang picked up a pair of ivory-white chopsticks and slowly picked up a small piece of white meat.

“dozou。 Izo said, which means please in Japanese.

Ling Jian also picked up a pair of chopsticks with a blank face, and slowly approached the meat in Yizang's hand.

Just closer.

The chopsticks were blocked by an invisible force and were bounced off in an instant.

"Huh?"

Ling Blade looked at the old man in front of him, still squinting and smiling.

"It's an internal force, and the chopsticks and the meat are wrapped around the internal force. Ling Blade thought to himself: "He's testing my internal strength........"

Ling Jian picked up another pair of chopsticks, and this time he wrapped the internal force around the chopsticks.

Slowly approach the meat that Izo is holding.

The collision of internal forces unfolds in this millimeter.

Ling Blade sandwiched the white meat and put it in the mouth, the meat was exceptionally soft under the action of the internal force, basically melting in the mouth, and the umami immediately spread to the cheeks with the tip of the tongue, which was an inexplicable sense of happiness, like the fresh breath of the sea blooming in the mouth.

"Hahaha! What a strong internal force! Ezo said.

Then he picked up a piece of meat with chopsticks and made a gesture to Lu Min.

"No need. Lu Min said in fluent Japanese: "I don't have internal strength. ”

"Ahh Yizang nodded slightly: "The katana is different from other weapons, and if you don't have the skill, you will only be injured by the knife if you use it." ”

"It doesn't matter, you just give him a knife, let's act together, it doesn't matter. ”

Yizang looked at Nakayama, who nodded.

"Come upstairs with me. Ezo said.

Lu Min and Ling Jian followed Yizang upstairs.

The second floor is just a dilapidated attic.

Sunlight poured down from the skylight.

A variety of katana swords lined the attic.

"Your internal strength, brutality, masculine and strong, such a knife is the most suitable for you. Izo walked to the attic and pulled out a black scabbard, a black katana with a handguard, and handed it to Ling Blade's hand.

Ling Jian held the handle of the knife, and he saw that the gauntlet was covered with golden patterns, which was really delicate and beautiful.

Ling Blade gripped the hilt of the sword and slowly pressed hard.

The knife was inserted tightly.

The blade slowly directs the internal force into the knife.

The katana is out of its sheath.

With a wave of waves.

The sunlight was also cut through by the cold light of the katana.

"Good knife ......"

All three were amazed.

"This knife is called tiger hunting, even if you want to hunt tigers. ”

"Unfortunately, it's not the tiger that we want to hunt. ”

"Who's that?"

"A ronin. Nakayama said.

Izo's movements stopped suddenly.

Stand there like a statue.

Slowly turned around, his eyes full of mixed emotions.

It's like fear, it's like sadness.

"Ghost Shura?" said this sentence after a long time.

"Exactly. ”

Izo took out a katana from the high shelf beside him.

It's already full of dust.

The scar is black and red, black as if it could absorb all the light, and red as if it were bleeding.

Izo slowly wiped the dust off the knife.

"Shaoxia, what do you think of your tiger hunt?"

"It's a peerless sword!"

"Hmph. Ezang said, "Your sword can hunt tigers, but it can't kill ghosts and Shura." ”

"Huh?"

Ling Jian looked at the katana in his hand, this is definitely a superior weapon, nitpicking, in the hands of a master with a knife, it is definitely powerful.

"The one in my hand, called the Crescent Moon, is the saber before the Ghost Shura, and it is several times stronger than the Tiger Hunt. Yizang looked at the knife in his hand: "In this world, if there is a knife that can hurt the ghost Shura, there must be only this one, this is his own knife." ”

"Ah.....?"

Ling Blade took over the crescent moon, and a piercing chill spread instantly.

The hand holding the scabbard also began to tremble, and he slowly mobilized the fire cloud divine skill on his body to slowly suppress this chill.

"It's ....... Murderous. Ling Blade muttered, he had felt the murderous aura on some martial arts masters before, but he had never felt such a strong murderous aura from a lifeless weapon.

Ling Blade's trembling hand slowly reached for the hilt.

"Never!" called out to him.

"Huh?"

"This knife has been with the ghost Shura for so long, and it has absorbed the undead of countless dead people, once it is pulled out, it must be stained with blood on the blade to close it. ”

"Ah.......h

"Shaoxia, you take this knife with you, as an identity, as a decoration is enough, you must not take it out, if you don't use a katana, it has a soul, that crescent moon has been with the ghost Shura for too long, and the soul has turned into a life-locking ghost. ”

"Yes......."

Ling Jian looked at the red and black knife in his hand, and felt a little terrifying.

"That's right!"

Ezo turned around, rummaged through the cabinets, and found a small black box.

"This?"

Yizang opened the box, and in the black box was a pair of headphones.

"Take it with you. ”

"What is this?"

"The most advanced simultaneous translation is very, amazing, you are on a mission, and the language barrier is not troublesome?"

Ling Jian put on headphones, and sure enough, he could understand the Japanese spoken by Yizang and Nakayama.