The dilapidated carriage was moving leisurely on the sheep intestine path, and a young man in the carriage was lying sullenly on the soft seat, with a trace of unwillingness and entanglement on his expression.

His thoughts flew to the scene three hours ago, when he was on guard and did not relax at all, and was inexplicably knocked to the ground without the other party even pulling out the knife.

This kind of embarrassment made him both stunned and breathless.

If it was that samurai uncle, he probably wouldn't care as much as he does now, but losing to a peer made him feel unwilling for the first time in his life.

However, he is not the kind of person who is willing to gamble and not admit defeat, and he still has to fulfill the bet.

Fortunately, the samurai uncle was also left behind by his reason of being in a hurry, so in fact, there was no need to worry too much about other things, compared to this little thing, the most important thing for him now was to rush back as soon as possible, and his hunch told him that it might not be just his side that had an accident......

The middle-aged samurai who was driving the car looked at the back of the horse in front of him with a calm expression, but he was very curious about the identity of the other party in his heart.

Such an age, such a skill.

The little ghost before had faintly had a trace of the sword momentum of the confluence, but the gray-clothed young man seemed to have knocked him down in an instant without even moving his body, and the gap was too big.

In his eyes, the boy actually moved, like a ghostly speed, a hand knife hit the opponent's back, because the angle and speed of going out and withdrawing were extremely fast, which caused the illusion that he didn't seem to move at all.

The truth is that his shot is so fast that you can't react.

"Where are you from?" The middle-aged samurai's tone was tinged with curiosity.

"Uncle, why did you suddenly become so polite, and I don't look like a person here?" The old brown horse walked forward step by step, and the young man's voice came from the back of the horse in front of him.

"I've been back and forth a few times in the Iron Country, and your accent doesn't match anywhere, but it's a bit like you're from the country from the south." After so many years of experience in traveling from south to north, he felt that although his guess was not 100% correct, there was a 70% probability that it was still there.

"I see...... he was really naïve, it turned out that his 'foreigner' temperament was so conspicuous in the eyes of these people, and he wanted to disguise himself to blend in before, so he changed the subject.

"Uncle is trying to win the famous knife this time?" His employer succeeded in attracting the samurai uncle to accompany him in the name of the Imperial Samurai Duel.

But thinking about it another way, this is also the other party's distrust of him.

There is no hair on his mouth, and he can't do things firmly, Lu Ming touched his chin and suddenly remembered such a sentence.

Even if he defeated him one-on-one, his reliability in his heart was still not as good as that of such a middle-aged uncle with a scar on his forehead.

"In bushido, a man is a sword, and it's enough for me to have this sword!" Tightening the sword on his waist, the middle-aged warrior said to Lu Ming solemnly.

The era of the samurai is long gone, and now that the ninja profession is dominant, many samurai have begun to turn to the ninja sect, and even those arrogant schools are looking up to the ninja.

The powerful, gorgeous and cool ninjutsu made the samurai who walked the world with only a katana begin a strong inner struggle, and their mission, their glory, and their beliefs began to gradually become worthless.

This prompted some of them to make changes, while others stopped, just as the replacement of agricultural civilization by industrial civilization is a great progress for mankind, and the replacement of samurai by the ninja profession is also the unstoppable wheel of history.

But that doesn't stop him from appreciating the people in front of him.

"Then why did Uncle go on the road with us?"

"Because...... Here it comes! ”

As soon as the words turned, shuriken in all directions were already filling the retinas of the two of them, and the number was so large that it made people's scalps tingle.

The middle-aged samurai's wrist directly grasped the sword, and with a few arcs of light, the shuriken fell to the ground with a clang.

"What's wrong?" A small head poked out of the carriage, curiously looking around, and when his gaze fell on the shuriken scattered all over the ground, his face changed, how could he catch up so quickly?

He subconsciously looked at the middle-aged samurai, and the bodyguard hired by his high-tech was selectively ignored by him.

"What should I do?" The person who questioned him was the boy, and the person he interrogated was the middle-aged samurai.

Lu Ming rolled his eyes in his heart, what else can I do, with a drag oil bottle like you, of course, it is just frontal.

"Kill!" One word is simple and clear.

The other party's tone made the young man's heart suddenly breathe a sigh of relief, he was now afraid that this reliable figure would turn around and leave, but fortunately he didn't.

Turning his head to look at Lu Ming, who was still sitting leisurely on horseback, looking left and right, the young man's attitude suddenly became tougher, and said, "Why don't you go up and help him?" ”

Lu Ming spread his hands and said with a smile, "He alone is enough, and I don't have to protect you!" ”

"I don't need your protection, hurry up and help that uncle."

"Little friend, are you mistaken, I'm just your bodyguard, not your thug, unless your life encounters some crisis, otherwise I won't listen to your command."

The young man who was called a child blushed his cheeks and said angrily, "You can do this? ”

Just when his mind was occupied by anger, he was stunned to see the young man in front of him suddenly snap his fingers, and a cyan flowing striped long sword slowly pulled out of the air on the other party's side, and then rushed straight to his head, and his face turned pale in an instant.

With the sound of his heart pounding, a crisp metal clash clearly appeared in his ears.

Then he saw a pitch-black kunai catapulted out and burrowed into the bushes.

After seeing such a scene, even if he was stupid, he knew the fact that the other party had just saved him.

However, at this moment, he could only stand in place in embarrassment, unable to say a word of thanks.

……

The corpse lay on the ground horizontally, with plum blossoms dotted on the ground, bright red and dazzling.

"There's one more alive, right?"

"Yes."

Lu Ming walked to the other party with curiosity and squatted down, pointed to the young man next to him and asked, "What kind of enmity do you have with him?" ”

"By the way, can you not kill me?" Facing the man behind the young man who was like a killing god, he said tremblingly.

"Yes." Lu Ming looked at the other two, saw that they were not different, and promised, he was not the kind of person who was used to going back on his word.

"We are the disciples of Yanagi Xinyin, and we were ordered to intercept and kill the young master."

"Yanagi New Yin Flow." He may not have a clue about the other genres, but he still knows a little about this Yagyu Shin Yin Stream, after all, this is the school he is in charge of as the head of the Shogun's Mansion, which is equivalent to the official school of the Iron Country Samurai.

So what is the origin of a young master who was hunted down by the authorities?

Lu Ming raised his head, only to see a white little face showing a mixture of anger and anger, as if he had encountered something that he couldn't understand.