The willow branches rise and fall on the surface of the lake, and after a few moments, fish in the water devour the bait and get hooked.

The old man didn't start the rod, but just quietly held the willow branch, like holding the most important thing in life.

The fish forcibly broke free from the hook and swam away with a very light black color and a panicked splash.

The willow branches have no bait or hook, and they hang calmly in the water.

The old man said unhurriedly.

"Even the blood of the fish is stained black, and I don't dare to drink the water of such a lake. 」

Kenya frowned, what surprised him more than the other party's silent appearance was the way he held the rod, like a person he knew.

Seeing the other party's costume again, Kenya felt as if he had guessed something, so he pressed the hand that Yiji touched to the soul of Budu and said with a smile.

"If you can't eat it, why bait? Wouldn't it be a waste of time and hurt the fish?"

"Fishing is a hobby, and eating fish is a satiety. What do you know, you boy?"

The old man stroked his beard, put down the fishing rod, pointed at the sword and scolded with a smile.

"I was worried about your life, so I came all the way here. As a result, when I arrived, I found that you guys were actually playing in the water here, and you were really kind to be a donkey's liver and lungs. 」

Kenya's face froze slightly, not knowing how to answer.

"And then. 」

It was as if something had arced through the air and flew in front of Kenya.

He subconsciously caught it.

Jian Ya first felt familiar, and then he found that this was the wine gourd that he used to drink in the streets and alleys with Huiyin on his back, and it was much heavier than any time he had drunk before.

Then he also saw a booklet, which was densely packed with many swordsmanship tips.

Holding the wine jug, Jian Ya's cold palm suddenly became a little hot.

"Senpai?"

You don't need to look at the contents of the booklet, just from the style and bones contained in the calligraphy, Kenya can feel the other party's swordsmanship attainments beyond his own level.

It's just that he came so suddenly, he doesn't even know how to speak.

"Senpai?"

"Because you're good. 」

The old man, whose beard was as white as his hair, said with a smile.

"Because I'm happy with you. 」

He flicked the rod and said.

"Neither humble nor arrogant, not afraid of the strong, not bullying, and moral. You are really good, if it weren't for the fact that you had already stepped out of your own path, the old man would really be tempted to rob you of being a disciple. 」

The old man looked up at the blackness of the sky and waved his hand.

"Take your gourd with you, and I'll take care of the rest." 」

Jian Ya got up, took Mianyue Yiji, bowed respectfully, and then turned around and left.

He saw the blood stains on the gourd, and coupled with the fact that the other party never got up, Kenya had already guessed that the other party must have suffered a lot of injuries along the way.

This was the first time he met the old man, and he only said a few words, but involuntarily, his eyes wanted to cry.

A tear rolled down his face and onto the broken sword at his waist.

The willow had no bait or hook, hanging quietly in the water, and the old man sat on the stone side of the Lake of Mist, facing the upcoming big monster, and sat for a long time.

Those who wish take the bait, and if they don't want to, don't force it.

……

……

So Hira Datengu took the bait.

There was no force to knock on the earth, and not even the dirt under his feet did not splash out, but the demonic aura on this person's body caused all the flowers and plants around the old man to wither.

If Kurama Tengu represents the righteousness of the Great Tengu, then Hira Tengu is the complete opposite, he is evil.

This is a big youkai covered in a black robe, as if everything in the black robe is black.

His voice trembled, and he seemed to be wounded.

"You've broken the rules, do you want to cross this line completely?"

"It is undeniable that there are conventions of the game in this world. 」

The voice of the old man in the green shirt carried a certain calmness, not revealing a very powerful aura, but it just made everyone who faced him feel that this person was very firm.

"But for me, there are no rules in this world, only what I think is morality, and I have already broken away from the White Jade Building, what does this have to do with conventions?"

The old man nodded.

"I heard that your strength is ranked fourth among the Great Tengu, so I won't lose anything if you are replaced by one. 」

Hira's body shook suddenly, and his scalp went numb, and he shouted.

"Yakumo Purple has been wanted by you, and if you strike here now, I'm afraid you won't live tomorrow. 」

"Don't you worry about some things and don't do them?"

The willow in the old man's hand shook slightly, pointing at Hira.

Hira Datengu is motionless, he is a strong man, a real strong man, after the great war 1,300 years ago, there are only two monsters left on Yokai Mountain who can really make him fearful, but now he clearly realizes that Yokai Mountain does not represent the whole world.

The willow branches swayed gently in the old man's hands, but each swaying seemed to contain a kind of will and killing intent, and with the perception of the big monster, it was impossible to distinguish which time was true and which time was false.

The sky was clear and rainless, but in Hira Datengu's perception, he was in a rainy field, surrounded by majestic rain, and every drop of rain was a deadly blade.

He couldn't understand the principle of this will, so he didn't dare to move, but only stimulated the power in his body, like holding up an umbrella in the rain.

The demonic aura erupted, and even the stones under the old man's body seemed to have turned into gems, glowing black, but the old man's willow repelled all the demonic qi that was close to the old man.

Cold sweat broke out all over Hiratengu's body, and even the eyebrows under the black robe began to sweat.

He couldn't bear the pressure and attrition of this will, so he could only strike first, but he didn't want to fight such a terrifying opponent, so he said.

"Even if you defeat me, it's useless, you should know it...... I'm only the fourth in the Great Tengu, but Mizuki Ikki's strength is getting worse day by day, and I can't even feel it. So it's impossible for Kenya to escape. 」

"How do you know if you don't try?"

The calm and magnetic voice sounded again, indescribably calm.

"And it's none of my business, as long as you can't stop him from leaving. 」

……

……

In the Hall of Right and Wrong, the room full of all the books of life and death in the Three Realms, there was a book that had been torn off many pages, the cover was as black as blood, and the names of all the big monsters in Gensokyo were densely written on it.

The book had been opened, and Shiki Yinghime squinted at it, and it had been crossed out one name after another, each of which represented a once powerful youkai.

The book of life and death suddenly sounded, and the pages kept turning forward, I don't know how long it took to turn forward, and finally turned to the front page of the whole book.

The pages were no longer so dense, and at the top was the fragrance of the wind, and there was a purple letter next to her.

Suddenly, the pen and ink sketched on the page, and a name was written in the middle of the eight tengus.

Four Seasons Yingji put down her pen and looked at the edge contained in this stroke, nodded with satisfaction, and then put herself in the sea-like note.

Behind her, Konotsuka Komachi, who seemed to be dozing off, raised his right eye and looked at his name, his eyes full of respect.

"It turned out to be sword intent. 」

She exclaimed slightly, then closed her eyes and continued to take a nap.

It's just that the hand holding the scythe is a little tighter

The reason why the two of them were so amazed was that he was the first great monster to comprehend the sword intent after 1,300 years.

His name is Soul Monster.

He's a swordsman.