In May, the sun was shining, and a warrior galloped by, his horse's hooves trampling and shaking the ground, and his sweat crackling and falling on his own without realizing it.

As the horses went on, the road opened up and on, and a few miles further on, against a hill, a grove of trees with a courtyard, and only a path, connected to each other, with cherry trees planted in them, and the samurai saw that this was indeed a fine hidden land.

This is exactly the 500-stone land around the shrine, and now there is a cherry blossom hall here.

Explaining the matter, a samurai took it inside, this person was Kurajiro, who hadn't seen him for three months, and he already looked like a samurai robe, and the breath of a pirate gradually faded.

The samurai led the samurai to step on the wooden plank at the entrance and made a "bang" sound: "Please wait a moment." ”

Then he commanded, "Serve tea!"

"Hey!" came out with a small surname, this is Matsumae Rightemon's nephew, who has not yet had a motofu, nicknamed Sajiro, and said, "Tea is here!"

As he spoke, he handed over the tea, and quietly retreated to the left and right.

The samurai was thirsty, and then drank it all in one sip, the temperature of the tea was not hot, it was a little cold, and after drinking it, the feeling of dry mouth disappeared immediately.

After drinking, the samurai was stunned, remembered something, and said, "Another bowl of tea." ”

"Hey!" Sajiro handed over the tea again, this time the tea was warm, the amount was half of what it was just now, the samurai stared, and drank it again: "Another bowl!"

The third bowl came, replaced by a beautiful small tea bowl, the tea was thin and hot, and this samurai drank it, sighing: "I don't want to be able to drink authentic samurai tea here." ”

The so-called samurai tea refers to the samurai's fierce battle or hunting, due to the needs of the body, the tea water is large, medium and small, cool, warm, soup, clear, color, fragrant, through the process of hunger and thirst, leisure and taste, this is a kind of samurai fusion of the art of tea, only more than a hundred years of famous families have a bottom line.

Immediately, I had a new view of what I wanted to see.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside. But it was Kurajiro, who looked at the samurai with a blank face, and said, "My lord, the Lord will see you in the hall, please!"

The samurai just nodded, walked through the corridor, stepped on the floor, clanged, and when he reached the door, he bowed and said, "Kondaden, I have come to meet you with a letter from the Haneda family." ”

"Hmm, come in!" Wang Cunye in the hall played with the wine glass in his hand and said lightly, it has been three months, Wang Cunye continued the letter, but he didn't move, and he didn't want to finally hold back.

"Hey!" the samurai came in, bowed down, handed over a letter, saw that he had received it, and bowed again, his tone was respectful, but the content of what he said was not very peaceful: "Jintian Palace, the Lord is a little unhappy these days, it has been three months since you received the task, why has there been no movement so far?"

When the samurai had finished saying these words, he fell silent.

Wang Cunye listened, smiled coldly, looked at the warrior in front of him, and saw a thirty-year-old face, perhaps because he had experienced more wind and frost, and was already a little old.

When the warrior saw Wang Cunye like this, he straightened his chest and did not speak.

The floor of the hall is polished smooth, the heavy dome is majestic, and the tulle screen inside adds elegance, although the area is not large, I don't know how to place, it looks deep.

"With the grandeur of a daimyo!" the samurai thought silently, in this troubled world, even being a samurai is not safe, but even if he is on an envoy, he cannot have the slightest fear.

"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you!" Wang Cunye no longer looked at the warrior in front of him, and said: "Go back and inform your family master, I will let him see the results before September!"

"Hey!" the warrior didn't speak, just leaned over and knocked his head on the floor.

"Wait a minute!" Seeing that the warrior was leaving, Wang Cunye waved his hand, stood up, paced, pondering in his heart, the last time the Haneda family sent the land, he still brought a letter, saying that he had killed the god of Fengyin, Wang Cunye laughed at the time, and sent someone to investigate this god afterwards.

The background of Fengyin Qishen is very complicated, involving the gods of Guojin and Tianjin, and it is supported by the coast, and several pirate groups have offered it, which is very difficult to deal with.

Ignore it at the moment and sit for a few months, now Lao Daoguo can't bear it anymore and sends someone to urge him, of course, he is still in the name of the Haneda family.

What is the relationship between the Haneda family and Lao Dao?

Lao Dao is not afraid that he doesn't know, but these local tyrants in the countryside are afraid that they don't know their own weight, and they sit down in a daze.

It's okay to do something wrong, but it's not a small problem.

"You bring me a gift to the Haneda family!" Wang Cunye got up and said casually.

"Hey!" the samurai responded.

Wang Cunye got up and walked through the hall, walked to a piece of sharpening pig iron, stretched out one hand and put it on it, the warrior looked at it with disapproval, but in the blink of an eye, he became horrified.

The sharpening pig iron began to deform with Wang Cunye's hand, and the fingerprints on the pig iron were clearly visible, and a large piece of pig iron was deeply imprinted with a handprint.

This is pig iron, it's just a piece of mud.

Wang Cunye handed over the piece of pig iron in his hand: "You give this thing to your family governor, this is my gift!"

The samurai's hands trembled and he took the pig iron, and there was an unconcealable fear in his eyes.

The man in front of him has the power of a ghost, but he still doesn't give up, and he uses his strength to make his fingers hurt, this piece is indeed pig iron, and there are clearly visible palm prints on it.

"Alright, you go back and bring my words. Wang Cunye waved his hand and said.

"Hey!" the samurai immediately replied and retreated until he was nowhere to be seen.

Wang Cunye looked down until the warrior disappeared, and with a wave of his big sleeves, he flew up, and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the sky was vast.

Flying across, for a moment or three, the terrain gradually flattened, in front of a village is a village, not far away a shrine is revealed.

This shrine is the shrine owned by the god of Toyokure Kigami during this mission.

There was no action this time, Wang Cunye landed on a hill, just stared, these three months were not wasted, and the slightest aura came from all directions and was absorbed by the human body.

A white spirit in the sea of consciousness is like a living thing, implying Taoist rhyme, changing its appearance from time to time, each form is a kind of exercise, but the main thing is Qinghua Baozhen.

A large amount of spiritual energy is attracted to it, constantly transforming the spiritual energy into true qi, constantly running the acupuncture points, after circulation, the wisps of energy turn into essence, and then turn into a trace of red mist, hanging into the red pond, and the spiritual pond has a radius of ten feet, the sound of the waves is extinguished, containing an indescribable Tao rhyme.

Look carefully, and even see a trace of pale red in the white yin spirit, this is the mark of turning yang, only when all of them turn red, can you pass the second turn, then you don't have to take action in person, the yin god can travel for hundreds of miles, know all kinds of information.

At this time, the shrine faintly has a bell, and a trace of breath seeps out, but it is red with gold.

It's hard to fight, but I've also made great progress, and the true solution of the kendo has been completely deduced.

The "Cloud Divine Thunder" has been cultivated, and this is the greatest attack force.

The "Retrospective Hidden Trace Technique" and the "Innate Secret Method of Reversing the Heavenly Machine" have both been cultivated, and now finding the opponent's breath and hiding oneself is this exercise.

Therefore, even if he is an old man, it is impossible to know that he has advanced to the ghost immortal, at most he can only see the aura of his own human immortal peak, which can cover up the entire level - he is a ghost immortal, and only the earth immortal peak can find out.

The "Yin God Crossing Technique" has been cultivated, and of course, the most important thing is the "Clutch Divine Light", which is a divine light that is transformed into Yin and Yang, and with this protective divine light, the battle will be smoother.

Thinking of this, Wang Cunye thought about it, and he could give it a go.

At the same time, in a shrine, thick pillars stretched open the main hall, making the hall appear wide, nine old men in yin and yang clothes sat side by side, and a young priest below knelt deeply on the ground, and kept talking.

Suddenly, an old man asked, "You are the priest of the Nine Spirits Shrine, why do you know about the Seventy-two Lives Shrine?"

When Sakuragi priest heard this, he explained: "Our two families are in contact, and we have been told by the gods, and I also went to check later, and it is true, this Omada Bangxin has been verified in detail, it is not our Fuso people, but it is from Middle Earth, and it is also a Taoist priest, killing the gods to subvert the lawlessness, and please send down the thunder and anger to get rid of this person!"

The nine people above were sitting or standing, all groaning.

An old man in the middle stretched out his hand and pointed, and suddenly a five-pointed star appeared out of thin air, enveloping the hall.

After a while, the light dissipated, and in the five-pointed star array, the seventy-two life shrines were revealed.

Many believers continue to worship on incense, the original seventy-two lives of the gods are long gone, but the god here is a god.

The outside pattern, the eaves flew into the clouds, which made several old men fall into deep contemplation.

After a while, the old man in the middle said slowly: "Killing the gods and transforming the shrine, why is this move?"

As soon as the words fell, an elder continued: "No matter what the idea is, killing the gods and transforming the shrine is not good for my Fusang, and I will be killed!"

This old man's eyes were indifferent, but his words were full of murderous energy, and he had a domineering and ruthless spirit.

At this moment, the priest knelt deeply: "My lord, this Middle Earth Taoist priest is the same as three hundred years ago, could it be that these Middle Earth Taoist priests want to cut down mountains and destroy temples again?"

As soon as the words fell, several elders immediately looked at each other, their eyes full of appreciation.

"Three hundred years ago, we reached an agreement with the Taoists that we must no longer cut down mountains and break temples, this son came from Middle Earth, killed the gods, and transformed the shrine, whether it was the Middle Earth Taoist Palace, or Fusang Those Taoists instructed, they could not be left alone. The old man in the middle listened and spoke.

As soon as he spoke, there was a sudden silence below, faintly revealing that this person's status and strength were going to overpower the other elders.

The old man's eyes scanned all directions, and finally said: "Fusang Shinto, self-contained, even if there is mutual conquest, it is a civil war, every shrine is our holy land, how can outsiders take it away." ”

"Kill, according to the previous practice, even the gods and souls will be destroyed together!" After a pause, cold words came out of his mouth, making people shudder.

As soon as these words came out, there was no other sound for a while.

The elders looked at each other, and they all responded, and after a moment, another elder stood up: "Since you are determined to erase this person, how do you act?"

The middle elder pondered for a moment when he heard this, and said: "According to the example of the Middle Earth Dao people, as well as the information obtained, this person is just a human immortal, but don't be careless, I said that I would disturb the heavenly machine in the early morning and send three great onmyoji to kill him." ”

The great onmyoji is equivalent to the ghost immortal, and the three great onmyoji are to assassinate the bright, fight more and fight less, and attack the weak with the strong, which is really the goshawk's all-out move to fight the rabbit.

Just like that, the old scheming and ruthlessness are reflected.

"Hey!" the voice was incessant, and everyone responded together.

(To be continued)