"Isamu Hijikata – why did you want to learn kendo?"

This is a kendo hall, and Isamu Hijikata, who is still a child, is kneeling on the ground, and in front of him is an old man wearing sackcloth clogs with sharp eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"To become a good samurai!"

"Wrong!!"

Bang, the bamboo sword fell, the pain was deep to the bones, and what made Hijikata Fuji Yong even more unforgettable was the old man's eyes: "The samurai should be fearless of life and death, and the swordsman should be condensed and one, and there is nothing else!" This is also the ultimate meaning of our thoughtless flow! ”

At this moment, the figure of the old man looked so lonely: "When one day, after you can abandon life and death, honor, and even the status of a samurai, you will truly appreciate the essence of Wunian Flow!" ”

Bang!

In reality, Hijikata Fuji took more than a dozen steps backwards, and his hands were almost numb.

Even though he is a generation of swordsmen, he is already middle-aged, and he does not have the great power of ghosts and gods blessed by Wu Ming's magic!

The ultimate 'power' condensed just now, the killing god with one sword, is already the pinnacle of his life, the sum of the murderous aura accumulated in the past twenty years!

One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion!

Now his physical strength is falling from the peak, and he will never return to his previous state.

What's more, Wu Ming on the other side will not give him a chance to adjust at all.

'Are you going to die?' ’

Hijikata Fuji muttered in his heart, and suddenly became resolute again: 'Even if I abandon life and death, dignity and the name of a samurai, I will defeat you!' ’

At this moment, he finally abandoned his fear of life and death, his stubbornness about the honor of the samurai, and even ...... Abandoned himself!

And it was in this state of darkness that Hijikata Fuji suddenly felt his breakthrough, and the secret technique that Wu Nian Liu had never comprehended suddenly came to mind.

"The Mystery - the Position of the Floating Bird!"

Hijikata Fuji's heart was as calm as water for a moment, or rather, his heart had flown out of his body and merged with some kind of extreme power in the entire heaven and earth.

This power was so great that he was able to get out of his disadvantageous state at once, and he took the posture of a swordsman and slowly drew his sword.

Crash!

The waves were rough and there seemed to be the long chirping of seagulls on them.

"Huh?"

At this moment, a barren sea seemed to emerge in front of Wu Ming, with turbulent waves, wind and snow, and floating birds surfing high!

The floating bird finally turned into a sword light and appeared in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

"Lord!"

Kenichi Matsushita, Shota Matsushita and others were shocked, and even abandoned the honor of the samurai, and got up one by one to draw their swords.

Bite!

After the crisp sound, the two figures suddenly merged and separated.

"I'm fine!"

Wu Ming slowly stood in place, looking at the opening on his chest and the five-colored robe, his face was quite ugly.

"The lord is prosperous and prosperous, and the world is invincible!"

Seeing the appearance of Hijikata Fuji falling to the ground opposite the lord, the victory and defeat were naturally clear at a glance, which made Shota Matsushita and several people bow down happily.

"If it weren't for the five-colored robe this time, I would have been injured......

Wu Ming secretly thought to himself, he was a real person, a cultivator, and it was strange to deal with swordsmen and warriors, and not to use magic weapons.

It's just that I didn't expect that the other party would be able to break through in the end, so that his five-color robe would be damaged.

At this time, he came to the side of Fuji Isamu Hijikata, looked at the bleeding wounds on the other party's body, and there were scorched black marks of wind and thunder around him: "What else do you want to say?" ”

"I want to ......"

Isamu Hijikata's eyes had a little brilliance at this time: "It seems that I have returned to my hometown to see the cherry blossoms, and ...... Drink the samurai tea she brewed......"

Trembling and reaching out for something, as if trying to grab something, but in the end it fell helplessly.

His head tilted, and he was plunged into complete darkness.

……

I don't know how long it has been.

Isamu Hijikata opened his eyes again: "This is ...... Is it the kingdom of heaven? ”

It seemed to be a dungeon, dark and damp, but there were dark brown blood stains on the stone platform below, which had long since dried up, as if with endless hideousness and resentment.

"It seems...... A person like me can't become a Buddha after death, so is this the kingdom of Netherworld Shura......"

"Wrong, you're still alive!"

Wu Ming's figure walked over slowly, with an evil temperament that he hadn't seen before: "Tell me, who instructed you to come here?" ”

Although it was normal for this swordsman to come to the door to avenge his disciples, Wu Ming still felt that something was wrong.

"Hurry up and speak up, or I'll destroy your stream of thoughtlessness!"

At this time, he naturally did not need to hide it.

"With the strength of the Ghost Palace, I do have the ability to destroy the flow of thoughtlessness, but I came here completely of my own will...... Hasegawa Saemon is my most beloved disciple......"

Isamu Hijikata wanted to struggle, but found that his body below the head had lost consciousness, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"Not lying?"

Wu Ming frowned: "Forget it, you will say it sooner or later anyway......"

With a spell in his mouth, a white mist emerged, wriggling like a small snake, and penetrated into Hijikata Fuji's facial features.

"You...... Evil yin-yang magic! ”

Hijikata Fuji Yong's face turned red, but unfortunately he was seriously injured, and he was restrained, he had lost his condensed qi, blood and spirit, and he was unable to fight against Wu Ming's technique.

His eyes grew darker and darker, and he finally fell into darkness.

After a while, Wu Ming withdrew the palm that was pressed on the cover of the Hijikata Fuji Yong Heavenly Spirit, with a trace of doubt on his face: "After hearing the news, everything is normal with the information that I bought from the ninja with a lot of money...... It's just that why do I always feel that something is wrong? ”

In his opinion, his name will inevitably attract the attention of people who are interested in moving out of the cloud country.

And when this attention reaches its peak, some temptations inevitably occur.

Although it seems normal, there is no guarantee that there is no hostile reincarnation in the middle.

After all, if he wanted to set up a bait to catch him, he wouldn't be so stupid, and it would be normal for him to go into battle directly and use other substitutes for the dead ghosts.

"Forget it...... It doesn't matter if you're a dead ghost or a hapless person, or a simple avenger, at least ...... Still somewhat useful......"

Wu Ming looked at the other party's face and said thoughtfully.

This samurai already has a third-level realm, although it is purely a sword, but in essence, he is still a strong man of the same level as himself, and with this essence, he is a good candidate for a shadow samurai.

"Hmm...... The face is a little old and the stature is a little short, but this is not a problem, the alchemy of the Corpse Refining Sect is enough to solve the problem......"

Then, he immediately looked at the pork with the eyes of the vegetable market, and carefully scanned the Hijikata Fuji.

"As for the breath, you can plant a technique made of my hair and blood in him...... Well, I have to say that in this regard, Fuso's yin-yang technique is still somewhat useful......"

"The final control question, how about piercing the Kuwu Talisman in the Sea of Consciousness? The hypnotism in ninjutsu seems to be used in conjunction with ......"

During this time, Wu Ming did not do nothing.

In addition to the daily routine training, it is through the relationship between Ito Keihide and the ninja that he has obtained a large number of books on the power of the onmyoji and the ninja, and even the kendo, learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses and summarizing the essence.

Now that another good material has been sent to the door, combined with the previous idea of the Shadow Warrior, a plan immediately came to Wu Ming's mind.

Just do it!

Wu Ming took out a small knife, compared it to the face of Isamu Hijikata, and immediately made a cut in the other party's face without hesitation.

The creepy sound of scraping flesh and bones kept coming, and after more than half an hour, Wu Ming looked at his work and reluctantly expressed his satisfaction.

"And ...... It's ......"

He kept using his knife, carving a five-pointed star circle on the opponent's forehead, and in an instant, he cut his fingers and let a drop of blood penetrate into it.

"The yin shines on the underworld, the breath of the nine shades, listen to my orders, and be as urgent as the law!"

The low sound of incantations continued to sound in the dungeon, and a circle of dark and dense netherworld aura suddenly enveloped the earthwork vine on the stone platform.

Crunch! Crunch!

In the sound of tooth aches, the bones on his body continued to grow, the wounds on his face began to heal, the flesh spread, and the skin became full and smooth, as if he was twenty years younger in an instant.

At the same time, his face was constantly changing, gradually moving closer to Wu Ming's own figure.

"Throw a knife in your face...... There's always a strange feeling of unhappiness......"

Wu Ming touched his face, and then looked at the figure on the stone platform that looked more and more like his twin brother, with a serious face: "Hmm...... Although it is enough to confuse the real ...... But it's still not as handsome as me! ”

……

"Everyone!"

In the cabinet of the ghost family, Shota Matsushita, Kenichi, and Oyu Sayoshi, Tachibana Shisuke, and the recruited samurai were all there, lying on the ground with their hands on the ground, listening to the instructions of the ghost family governor on the main seat, the ghost one's eyes.

"Everyone has worked hard this month, and all the work has been done very well, thank you!"

The ghost bowed to the ground with his hands in the eyes and saluted in the same way.

"Don't dare!"

As the head of the family, his posture was so humble and kind, and the other samurai returned the salute one after another, and they were even more secretly heartbroken.

After the chores were all taken care of, the ghost said, "Thanks to the efforts of Tachibana Shigesuke and Oyu Sayoshi, the temple on the hill was also built, and I will give it a name, 'Honnoji Temple'!" I've also invited the host master! ”

After speaking, he clapped his hands, and the wooden door was opened, and a kind monk walked in.

"Let me introduce you to you, this master's name is Mountain Monk Zhengfang, and he was invited by me to preside over my family temple!"

The ghost said with a quick eye.

"My name is Mountain Monk Zhengfang, first time we met, please give me a lot of advice!"

The monk immediately saluted the warriors present.

He looks very young, maybe less than thirty years old, although he has some doubts, but since the lord is so trusting, and in his every move, he does have a faint Zen flavor, very much like a monk who has attained the Tao, and the retainers dare not slack off, and they are also courteous.

"Well, if you don't have any meaning, from today onwards, the Honnoji Temple will be handed over to you to preside, don't let me down!"

"Hey!"

The mountain monk Zhengfang respectfully agreed, and looked at the ghost with a magic eye, and everything was in plain sight. (To be continued.) )