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Tokugawa Wudao struggled to put the wooden sword in his hand on his shoulder, and at this time, a voice with thick contempt behind him suddenly sounded.

"Well, where are you going to take my sword?"

Tokugawa looked back, but it was the short-haired young man who had just lost the competition and returned, with a cold expression, standing in the rain curtain, the scars on his chest were still oozing blood, looking a little embarrassed and ruthless. At the moment, he was looking at him playfully, and his eyes were full of mockery.

Shrugging his shoulders helplessly, Tokugawa Wudao pretended to be puzzled and said, "Your sword!? I don't know when the second brother threw away the sword!"

This young man is also the son of the Tokugawa family governor, and the second brother of Tokugawa Wudao, Tokugawa Shuren!

In the deep memory of Tokugawa Shuto in his mind, he was the only person in the entire Tokugawa family who had interacted with Tokugawa Nori, although this communication was not pleasant.

Tokugawa Shuto looked stunned, and then his face turned grim, and he shouted: "You call me second brother, but I don't have a brother like you!"

Saying that, he gradually walked in, raised his right leg and slammed his knee into Tokugawa Wudao's chest, watching the latter fall into the mud like his previous self, and then laughed with some pleasure: "People like you are only suitable for living in ordinary people's homes, the surname of Tokugawa, you." Not deserved!"

"Just like your nasty red hair, you have impure Tokugawa blood flowing through you, and you are as inferior as your mother!"

Tokugawa Wudao coughed lightly, the pain was not as severe as he imagined, but the spiritual power in his mind slowly shook between Tokugawa Shuren's words, and a trace of anger and murderous intent surged inexplicably in the depths of his heart.

"Uh-huh!? The spirit of this body itself!"

Tokugawa Wudao's eyes widened suddenly, it was this spiritual power from the origin that affected Ye Wudao's own spiritual and physical fit, but at this moment, it seemed to be stimulated by Tokugawa Shuren's words, and it was slowly released in his heart.

A hint of real sensory touch came from all around him, and Tokugawa Mumichi closed his eyes almost comfortably.

But Tokugawa Shuto didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, and slowly approached Tokugawa Mudo, and stepped Tokugawa Mudo's chest with one big foot.

"Smack!"

A broken wooden sword slammed into the front leg bone of the Tokugawa Treeman's step, making a dull crashing sound.

Tokugawa Wudao grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly with one right hand, his eyes opened, and he looked at Tokugawa Shuren coldly, and a faint cold killing intent slowly rose.

The fit between his mental power and his body has improved, allowing him to control this body as well, and his strength has increased a lot.

"Uh. Tokugawa has no way. How dare you. Sneak up on me!"

Tokugawa Shuto's face turned red, his expression was fierce, and his right leg was almost unconscious in pain, but Tokugawa's unscrupulous counterattack made him even more angry.

"Could it be that with this broken sword, you are delusional to fight me!!"

Tokugawa Shuto shouted wildly, and he had no scruples in his heart, and slammed down with a punch.

"Bang!"

But this punch with full strength did not hit Tokugawa Mudo, and when Tokugawa Shuto made a move, Tokugawa Mudao had already turned over quickly and rolled out.

Then he picked up the broken wooden sword with both hands and slashed it between the neck of Tokugawa Shuto before he had time to dodge.

"Uh. ”

A strong feeling of dizziness and sharp pain instantly enveloped Tokugawa Shuto, and then his body collapsed in the mud in embarrassment.

"Phew!"

Tokugawa Wudao gasped fiercely, and a series of actions almost consumed the explosive power of this young body, and at this moment, even the broken sword in his hand was a little unstable.

"Tokugawa has no way, Lao Tzu can be regarded as a breath of relief for you! Thank me!"

Tokugawa Wudao held the broken sword in his hand at his feet, looked up at the misty sky, and shouted fiercely in his heart.

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The Tokugawa family's parcel occupied two entire streets of Takejo, and the Tokugawa governor's mansion occupied more than half of the street.

Although he was not welcomed by the family, Tokugawa Mudo still had his own independent courtyard and an old servant to serve him.

This garden is quiet and elegant, with a few cherry blossoms blooming, and the environment is extremely elegant.

When Tokugawa Mumichi dragged the broken sword back to the courtyard, he saw a figure who only returned to the courtyard once a year in his body's memory. The head of the Tokugawa family - Tokugawa Shinyasu!

Obviously, he came directly after returning from the front yard, and at this moment he was quietly looking at the cherry blossom trees in the rain and mist in the garden with his hands behind his back, and there was nothing to shelter from the rain, and his whole body was wet by the dripping rain.

An old man with a pale face and a thin figure stood quietly aside, holding out an oilcloth umbrella to cover the rain above his head.

There was a faint natural color on his face, as if he was not the governor of the Tokugawa family, but just an ordinary person.

Tokugawa Wudao looked at the two of them a little strangely, and saw that Tokugawa Jinyasu did not look angry, but he was even more puzzled in his heart.

The governor stands in the rain while the slave stands under an umbrella?

The world is really crazy!

"Big young master!"

The old servant saw that Tokugawa Wudao's figure was covered with mud and rain, and hurriedly approached, covering the oil cloth umbrella in his hand in the sky, blocking the wind and rain.

"Him. You can't call him the eldest master!"

The slightly stiff words sounded, but it was Tokugawa Jinyasu who slowly turned around, stood under the tree, and looked at Tokugawa Wudao silently, with a constant indifference in his expression.

"Heh, is it? third, but he is the son of the young lady, and in the heart of the old slave, he is the eldest young master!"

The old servant said lightly without care, stood up straight, and looked at Tokugawa Jinyasu with a calm face, but he didn't care about the latter's increasingly gloomy face.

"Oh! yes!"

After a moment of silence, Tokugawa Jinyasu slowly let out a sigh, and his face returned to indifference.

"You're after all. It's not from the Tokugawa family!"

He put his hands behind his back, left a word, and walked out slowly, but he no longer looked at Tokugawa Wudao.

"Huh!"

Tokugawa Mudo smiled lightly, threw the oil umbrella aside casually, picked up the wooden sword again, and walked towards the house.

"Daoless young master!"

The old servant's figure suddenly flashed, and he blocked in front of Tokugawa Wudao like a phantom, and looked at Tokugawa Wudao's eyes with a calm gaze.

There was a faint look of surprise between the pupils of the same color as his moist blood-red short hair, and his face was calm without the slightest panic.

"This month. The young master has grown a lot, maybe the young lady will be relieved to have a spirit in the sky!"

The old servant looked up at the gloomy sky faintly, and muttered.

Tokugawa Wudao's heart is slightly cold, although he has been quietly changing his words and deeds this month, but still some of them have fallen into the eyes of the old servant who has always taken care of Tokugawa Wudao.

After all, a month is a little shorter.

His heart flickered, and Tokugawa Mudao showed a big smile.

"Just as I asked Uncle De's mother's question, but Uncle De asked me if the life I wanted was peaceful or difficult, my original answer was tranquility, but Uncle De shook his head!"

"And now, I have changed my mind, I don't want to be a living person!"

"Huh!?"

The old servant's body shook slightly, his eyes drooped, and he quietly looked at Tokugawa Wudao's calm face.

There was a faint sense of calm on this immature face.

After a long time, the old servant let out a long laugh: "It seems that the young master of Wudao has really grown!"

"Oh, who knows!"

Tokugawa Wudao breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking that he had already been confused, but the speed that the old servant suddenly showed was beyond his imagination.

"It seems that this guy is not simple, but it seems that his mother stayed to take care of him in his memory. ”

After thinking hard for a long time, Tokugawa Wudao did not search for specific information about his mother in his memory, only knowing that it seemed that he had died shortly after giving birth to Tokugawa Wudao.

And in the entire Tokugawa family mansion, it seems that only this old servant occasionally mentions it.

"Perhaps, I should have told you about your mother!"

After a moment of silence, the old servant suddenly lowered his gaze and looked at Tokugawa Wudao fixedly, with a solemn expression.