The bonfire lit, and the orange flame held the spark upward, and then disappeared into the night in an instant, leaving only the crackling sound of the branches burning.

In the empty four fields, only one voice could be heard sounding slowly, "Jinghujun, according to what you say, then you are the son of the Daimyo?" ”

Lu Ming fiddled with the fire idlely, and did not show any flattery, of course, he did not have a half suspicious look, and his attitude was noncommittal.

On the other hand, the middle-aged samurai on the side was still concentrating on wiping the blade with a rag, until the blade glowed cold in the moonlight before it was put into the scabbard.

Very different from what he had imagined, he expected the two of them to at least show a little surprise, but they didn't.

is different from the usual crowds in front and back, at this moment, he suddenly felt a little lost, and he was a little bottomless.

And he began to regret why he was so stupid in the first place, escaping from the capital and going outside to play crazy.

"And what are you going to do when you go back?" Lu Ming's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Tell my father, of course, and kill them all!" Uesugi Jinghu gritted his teeth and said coldly.

At a young age, he is full of anger, but how can things be so simple, Lu Ming looked at this innocent young man and shook his head, maybe this father of his, he can't protect himself now.

Since the other party dared to intercept him like this, he could guess with his ass that the other party must have been fully prepared, of course, he didn't need to say this kind of thing, lest the party be too excited.

Lu Ming replied and changed the subject.

"By the way, let's talk about that pre-imperial competition, what's going on?"

After Lu Ming asked this sentence, the middle-aged warrior also turned his gaze here, clearly expressing his interest in this topic.

Feeling the interest of the two, Uesugi Jinghu regained his senses a little, put away the anxiety in his heart, and said, "It's a genre competition every six years, and the winner can win the title of the head of the General's Mansion, I won't say much about what this name means, the last victory was the Yanagi sect of Yanagi Xinyinliu." At this, his resentment turned into a sigh and continued, "But this selection is a little different from usual. ”

"What's the difference?" Lu Ming asked.

"The one who wins can not only hold the title of the head of the General's Mansion, but also get a beauty, don't think about it, that's my sister." Uesugi Keitora waved his hand.

"That's the princess, huh?" Is the Naruto version of the martial arts contest to recruit relatives, tsk tsk, this great name of the Iron Country can really play, could it be that his daughter is so ugly that she needs to marry in this way, Lu Ming speculated without any malice.

Many aristocratic women in this era were still regarded as the bond that held the two parties together, and their marriages were not under their control, even for princesses.

"Yes, so when the time comes, the schools of all parties will send the top and most powerful representatives to the stage, and this time the royal competition may be the most fierce in history, because it is definitely a strong party to stand there, and finally add that it is said that the winner can also get the treasure wine Katai Knife that has been passed down from generation to generation in the Iron Country!"

If the first thing he was not interested in, then the last thing has strongly aroused his interest.

Lu Ming's face was silent, his fingers unconsciously put on the grass pheasant sword on his waist, and smiled slightly, maybe it was fate.

"Could it be the legendary artifact that was sealed in a wine gourd?" The middle-aged samurai said with a look of surprise.

"That's right, that's it." Uesugi Jinghu smiled with a hint of embarrassment, and was very speechless in his heart, he was deeply impressed by the gourd that he had been in his treasure house for so many years, and he had also played with it, but that thing seemed to him to be a knife, if it weren't for the fact that he couldn't break it no matter how he fell, he must have thought it was just a broken gourd.

If someone wins and wins, they will have a lot of expressions.

"I want to ask, can only samurai of those schools participate in this Gozen competition?"

Although he was not interested in that princess, he still wanted this wine sword, the three grass pheasant swords in the Hokage, the one on his body, plus this one in the Iron Country, two have already appeared, and Uncle Snake has also searched for it, but he didn't find it, but he didn't expect it to be touched by him.

Uesugi Keitora asked strangely, "Do you want to participate?" ”

Lu Ming nodded and asked rhetorically, "Isn't it okay?" ”

"It's not impossible, generally speaking, samurai from those schools participate, but there will be an exception, and that is to be recommended by certain people."

"Recommendation? Who? ”

"I can just nominate two places." Uesugi Keihu showed a bright smile, which was his reliance on returning from this trip.

"That's a good feeling, take me one." If you put it away, it shouldn't have much impact on his injury, unless there is really someone here who can make him move his real character, if there is, then abstain, no matter how good the Ten Fists Sword is, it is not as important as his life, this is his plan.

"Hopefully we'll meet then." Before Uesugi Jinghu could agree, the middle-aged samurai had already taken the initiative to speak to Lu Ming.

Lu Ming smiled, it's better not to touch it.

……

A good night's sleep.

When they woke up early the next morning, the three of them sped up their journey, and finally arrived at the Sichuan capital, the central capital of the Iron Country, in the middle of the night.

The soldiers guarding the gate instantly recognized Uesugi Jinghu among the three, and said respectfully, "Your Highness Uesugi!" ”

"Yes." After saying that, he swaggered in.

Of course, no one from the two people who followed him came to interrogate him indiscriminately, and the three of them entered the capital quite easily.

……

In the mansion of the General's Mansion, a young man and a middle-aged man with a samurai bun sat on their knees facing each other.

The young man's face was arrogant with a hint of disdain, and his kneeling posture was not very upright.

His hands pressed lightly on his thighs, and he said with a smile, "Father, instead of begging me in every possible way for this unfilial son, it is better to go out to compete in person, as soon as the sword saint Yanagi Zongju, who once shocked the world with the name of a living sword, appeared, then what else is there to worry about?" ”

"Or is it that the sword is the same...... Is it a deception, nothing more than a means of politics and diplomacy, nothing more than a weapon for you to get ahead? The words are frivolous and ironic.

The middle-aged man tightened the folding fan in his hand, and said in a light tone, "What do you know, you actually don't understand anything, Shibei." ”

"I don't understand, but I only know that my father is a man who uses swords to seek power, and for me, swords are sharp weapons used to kill people." The scabbard was gently inserted into the ground, making a gentle impact sound, as if it also hit Yanagi Zongju's heart.

He was just about to open his mouth to refute, but the door was suddenly pushed open, "Lord Yanagiyu......"

Before he could speak, the sharp eyes of the Yanagi Shibei on the side suddenly rushed straight to him, startling him.

Yanagi Zongju waved his hand helplessly and said, "You go out first." ”

Hearing this, Yanagi Shibei stood up without saying a word, and walked out without looking back, looking without the slightest nostalgia.

Looking at the disappearing back, Yanagi Zongju sighed and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The person who came lowered his voice and said, "His Royal Highness Uesugi ...... He's back! ”

"What!"

The folding fan in his hand suddenly slipped out of his palm, and fell to the ground with a bang!