Meizi sat on a bamboo stool, with an unbearable expression of pain on her face, and the old man Aizawa was concentrating on medicine for her. There were two people standing next to him, one was Long Shaocong, and the other was Miyamoto Wuji.

When the sun was about to set, Long Shaocong and Meizi returned to Panxi Village.

Because Meizi's feet were injured and it was inconvenient to walk, Long Shaocong showed his true colors as a man and resolutely carried the little beauty down the mountain. The evening breeze is breezy, the fragrance is faint, the drunk Long Shaocong's heart is rippling, and he suddenly forgets his fright and tiredness, and he does not stop his steps on the road, and the distressed Meizi wipes his sweat and fatigue with his tender little hands from time to time.

When she got home, Meizi motioned to Long Shaocong to put herself down, and jumped forward to slam the door alone. Long Shaocong was supporting him in the back, and suddenly slapped his right hand on the head: What a fool, I actually made a directional mistake, and I stupidly carried it all the way back, instead of hugging ......

When the old man Aizawa saw his granddaughter returning from injury, he couldn't help but look worried, asked the reason, and was prevaricated by Meizi. Since there were outsiders present, the old man couldn't say anything, but fortunately he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, so he had to gently reproach a few words, take out medicine, and treat and bandage his beloved little granddaughter.

Long Shaocong's mood at the moment was very depressed, and he was not sure about whether to tell this old man about the appearance of the demon. Just now, he wanted to talk to him, but he was stopped by Meizi's eyes, although he couldn't guess the little woman's intentions, but he didn't know how to speak.

As far as he is concerned, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that there would really be demons in this world anyway. Since traveling to this era, there are so many things that have changed his inherent values that he can't digest for a while.

"Ohno, it's getting late, stay and eat some snacks, it's not too late to leave."

"Hey, hey...... My grandfather is talking to you. ”

Mei Zi even said hello and patted the bamboo stool before Long Shaocong woke up from his contemplation. Turning his head, he saw that the old man Aizawa was looking at him with inquiring eyes. Hurriedly said: "Grandpa, I have changed my name, I won't be called Daye, I'll call me Long Shaocong in the future." ”

"Oh......" The old man stroked his beard meaningfully, looked at Long Shaocong's tall body overnight, and said with a smile: "Don't use the hidden dragon, see the dragon in the field, and start with the end." Well, young people have some ambitions, good, good! After saying that, he was stunned, as if he couldn't get enough of the name.

"Hearing the Tao, I have been in the sand so far. This name is not bad, which shows the ambition of the little brother! "It was Miyamoto who spoke.

Suddenly listening to two lame Tang poems, Long Shaocong felt extremely awkward, he didn't expect that his simple name would be so praised, and he couldn't help rubbing his head and was embarrassed.

Xiao Meizi couldn't help snickering on the side, what she thought in her heart was that she didn't know how to explain to her grandfather, why did this fool's brain suddenly brighten, and it would not be embarrassing to call it in the future.

The old man Aizawa stood up and said, "I forgot to introduce, this Miyamoto is unique, a traveling samurai, presumably at the entrance of the village in the morning, and everyone has already met." Please move to the small study for a while to rest, and the old man will prepare snacks. "There are guests from afar, and the old man Aizawa is an exception, but in ancient Japan, there was no habit of eating dinner, and if you eat at night, you are used to calling it a scathing.

After the old man Aizawa finished speaking, he took the two of them to the study, leaving Meizi alone in the outhouse, with her bare pink and white little feet, her face facing the sky, and she was alone in a daze......

The study is not big, except for the bookcase, there is only a bamboo mat for two people to sit and talk together. As for why Miyamoto Wuji was stranded here, Long Shaocong was not interested, and he didn't want to ask, so he walked straight towards the bookcase.

Among dozens of books, Long Shaocong discovered many Chinese classics, such as the "Yellow Emperor's Neijing" in medicine, Bian Que's "Treatise on Miscellaneous Diseases", and even Sun Simiao's Qianjin prescription in the Tang Dynasty.

In addition, the Confucian "Analects", "The Mean", "University", and "Mencius" are also listed, as well as the Book of Changes, Taoist meditation, and Qi refining books.

Living in a foreign country, when he first saw the words of his own nation, Long Shaocong suddenly felt cordial, and couldn't help but pick up the "Tao Te Ching" and read it.

"Little brother, thank you for the grace of the sword this morning."

Long Shaocong turned around when he heard the sound and saw Miyamoto Wuji standing behind him, bowing slightly. Immediately, he bowed down and said, "Miyamoto-sama, it's really too polite." "I thought that Japanese etiquette is thoughtful, just a bamboo sword, why be so polite.

Miyamoto looked at the tall and childish young man in front of him, but his eyes flashed with maturity, and he was suddenly interested. He knew that Long Shaocong's actual age was much older.

In order to keep the scene from being too embarrassing, Long Shaocong sat opposite Miyamoto Wuji, picked up the teapot prepared in advance on the table, and poured tea for the two of them.

Miyamoto nodded slightly in gratitude, took off the knife from his waist, put it aside, and reached out to pick up the teacup.

In Long Shaocong's eyes, this Miyamoto does everything with a clear look, a serious face, and a master's demeanor. But in the memory of later generations, among the Japanese kendo celebrities, he seems to know that only the Yagyu family is the most famous, and the name Miyamoto Muji really has no impression.

Long Shaocong doesn't know much about Japan, limited to the history after the First Sino-Japanese Naval War at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and the most familiar thing is naturally during the Japanese invasion of China, the little devil carried the plaster flag and waved his sword: "Attack Liji!" And then he was wiped out by the brave and omnipotent Eight Paths......

It's a pity that he tragically traveled to the Warring States Period, and there were still more than 400 years before the First Sino-Japanese Naval War, otherwise he would have penetrated into the enemy and bombed several warships such as Yoshino and Akitsuzhou, and he would have been a national hero......

"Looking at the little brother's dress, he doesn't look like a farmer, dare to ask who the tutor is?"

"Huh? I...... Tutor? Long Shaocong came to his senses, and didn't understand why Miyamoto Muji had such a question, and replied, "I don't have a master." ”

He didn't know that in ancient Japan, there was a strict hierarchy, and you could know their identities just by looking at their clothes, and the kimonos and samurai uniforms that were common in later films and television would not be worn by ordinary farmers.

And what he is wearing today is a samurai uniform specially found by Strongmaru, although there is no jacket hanging down, but the short-sleeved coat and skirt hakama are already easy to be mistaken for samurai by outsiders.

Miyamoto Wuji was a little puzzled, and asked about Long Shaocong's surname and family history......

In order to avoid embarrassment and expose his ignorance of this era too much, Long Shaocong had to change the topic and say, "Miyamoto-sama, I don't know how you met Grandpa Aizawa?" ”

When Miyamoto heard this, he replied: "Three years ago, I was seriously injured in a sword game with someone, but I was fortunate to meet Mr. Aizawa, who rejuvenated me and healed me. ”

In order not to give the other party a chance to ask himself, Long Shaocong continued to ask: "Miyamoto-sama, this morning, I saw you fighting with that gray-clothed samurai, like a lightning speed, defeating the enemy with one move, which made Shaocong really admire." ”

Miyamoto Wuji had no smug look, and said humbly: "For a warrior, the most taboo is to kill, killing is really not Miyamoto's wish, if it is not for the other party to hurt the innocent first, arrogant and unreasonable later, Miyamoto's knife will not be stained with blood." ”

Long Shaocong didn't know if he was pretending to be modest or pretending to be modest, and continued: "Excuse me, what kind of school does Miyamoto-sama's swordsmanship belong to? ”

"Compared to the Yagyu family and the Yoshioka family in, Miyamoto swordsmanship is not worth mentioning, and there is no genre. In the next place, I just take wandering everywhere as a practice, and I understand kendo in farming, chopping wood, fishing and hunting, and I am a strong bird, a fish is against the water, a young eagle is a rabbit, and even the lightning and thunder of nature all contain a profound way of fighting......"

Looking at an ordinary warrior who can make the profound and mysterious martial arts so popular and plain, Long Shaocong is really drunk, how can such a person with a splendid belly not have a name in history, or is he too lonely and unheard?

Listening to what Miyamoto Wuji said, Long Shaocong remembered that today's Taoist priest used the power of nature to repel the giant demon, and couldn't help asking: "I don't know what Miyamoto-sama thinks about using the power of nature to subdue demons and subdue demons?" ”

"Demon slayer?" Miyamoto was stunned for a moment, and when he asked this sudden question, he was suddenly speechless, hesitated and said, "Little brother, aren't you joking?" ”

Long Shaocong also felt speechless, smiled, and said, "I also said it casually below." ”

At this time, the door was opened, and the old man Aizawa laughed loudly: "I didn't expect the two of you to talk about such speculation, Miyamoto-sama, since Long Shaocong, this child is destined for you, why don't you take him as an apprentice." ”

The words came suddenly, making the two of them stunned on the spot, Long Shaocong had a change of mind in his heart, immediately knelt down to give a salute, and said loudly: "Master is above, please accept the disciple's worship." ”

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There is a wooden pavilion standing on the Nangong Peak of Mt. Ontake, with eaves and lanterns, and Ruiyun color painting, which looks simple and colorful under the clear light of the bright moon.

From here, you can look down on the scattered farmland, and to the west, you can see the bustling scenery of Gifu Castle.

Ichikiko and Hirata Zong sat opposite each other, unable to suppress the sadness on his face.

"Is it really the will of God, and it deserves that our great Japan is going to suffer this great calamity!"

Hearing what Hirata Zong was saying, Ichikiyoko had a lot of subtleties about this "Great Japan Country", coughed lightly, and said: "This demon is extraordinary, and it is really difficult to deal with, but he has been injured by my aura spell, if it weren't for ......."

Before he finished speaking, there was another cough, and he used the Five Thunder Spell to damage his Yuan Shen, which should have been carefully raised, but when he thought of Jiutian and disappeared, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Hirata took it and said, "Alas...... None of the nearby villagers listened to the dissuasion, and the evacuation had little effect. ”

"I think it's better to notify the government, and the government will come forward, and things will be much easier."

"No, the government will come forward, and it will make things big and make people panic; Second, if they don't believe what you and I say, it won't help, and they will cause even more trouble. ”

"It seems that the only way to report to you Shinto Sect Chief Sect is to send more people, relying only on you and me, I'm afraid it will take too long."

"No!" When the Hirata sect heard this, he flatly refused: "If the head sect is enlightened, it will be issued all over the gods, and at that time, all the mountains and societies will be all soldiers, which will also make people panic......"

Yiqingzi heard that he was afraid of being blamed by the head religion and investigated him for the crime of poor guardianship. I thought in my heart, if it weren't for the lack of greed of your ancestors and the thieves of the demons to Japan, how could they cause so many disasters! Snorted coldly and stopped answering.

After a moment of silence, Hirata Zong said again: "It's better to send a message to your junior brother Xiaoyaozi and ask him to come over ......"

"It's not easy on his side, don't forget, if the one in the Hiei Mountain breaks the seal, then the two demons join forces, I'm afraid there will really be no one to beat?"

After listening to what Ichikiyoko said, the gloom on Hirata's face became even thicker, and he couldn't do it for a while, so he had to sigh silently.

At this time, a young waiter hurriedly ran up to the pavilion, bowed to the two Taoist chiefs, and said, "Yiqingzi Taoist chief, there is a reply to your flying pigeon message." With that, he handed over a small bamboo tube with both hands.

Yiqingzi took it and pulled out a note from the bamboo tube, Hirata Zong also leaned over to take a look with a happy face, and saw a line of beautiful Xiaokai writing: There is a difference between the gods, the demons or the birth, the thief is beheaded first, it is better to hurry than to delay, and it is better to collect than to kill.