In the backyard of the Fujiwara villa, Mu Yuan, dressed in a large sunset robe, strode in front of Fujiwara Wanguo, looked at the congressman in front of him condescendingly, completely ignored Suzuki Sonoko, who had been waving his hand to the side, and said calmly:

"I want this knife in your hand, is that okay?"

Fujiwara Mankoku raised his head and stared at the young man in front of him.

No young man, or never, had ever dared to be so presumptuous in front of him, the current head of the Fujiwara family.

Who gave this young man such fearless courage?

Is it the location of the lord of the Futaizumi domain?

Or is it the Suzuki family over there?

These...... It's not enough!

Fujiwara Wanguo squinted, and suddenly smiled: "Little ghost, do you want this knife?" ”

Mu Yuan's face remained unchanged and said, "Didn't you say it, can you ask for anything?" ”

"Do you know what it's called?"

"No need to know."

“……”

Fujiwara Wanguo glared at Muyuan, his pupils flashing with a dangerous light.

Zheng!

The blade came out of the sheath and brushed the tip of Mu Yuan's nose, and the rippling blade line flashed with a sharp cold light.

"The famous thing is authentic, this supreme famous knife has not changed hands for more than 400 years since it was owned by the first generation of my Fujiwara family, and it can almost be regarded as a symbol of the head of my Fujiwara family, do you really want it?"

Hearing this, Mu Yuan frowned slightly, he didn't want to waste so much time on an ordinary person, but for the sake of the blade in the other party's hand, surrounded by a rich field of thought, he still explained again:

"Didn't you say it, can you ask for anything?"

Fujiwara Wanguo was stunned, as if he didn't expect that such an obvious threat was not taken into account by this young man.

Did he really not hear it, or was he really fearless......

…

After Fujiwara Wanguo was silent for a moment, he suddenly shouted: "Okay! ”

With a sharp knife flower, the famous object in his hand, Guan Shizheng, was once again sheathed.

"As long as you can really cure Jiro, this knife is your ......"

Syllable!

Fujiwara Wanguo, who was making an impassioned speech, was stunned for a moment, and in just an instant, the famous object in his hand fell into Mu Yuan's hands.

"You ......"

"Your Jiro is already fine." Mu Yuan didn't give the ordinary person in front of him a chance to chatter, and said directly: "Now you can approach it at will." ”

Fujiwara Wanguo's pupils shrank, and then he said angrily: "Are you playing old man!?" ”

Mu Yuan ignored Fujiwara Wanguo's roar, just stared at the blade in his hand, and said calmly in the worried eyes of Suzuki Sonoko and Suzuki Jiroyoshi: "Believe it or not, if it's okay, I'll take my leave." ”

After speaking, he stuffed the blade in his hand into his robe, tied it to the belt of the monk's robe, and walked away.

"Wait!" Fujiwara Wanguo said in a cold voice: "Even if you want to leave, you have to wait until the old man has determined whether Jiro has really recovered before leaving, right?" ”

Mu Yuan stood still, thought for a while, and said, "Yes." ”

"Humph!"

Fujiwara Wanguo snorted coldly, and he was in no mood to continue to entangle with Mu Yuan.

He suppressed all his anger in his heart and stretched out his hand to the butler beside him.

Butler Sasaki immediately ran to the side in understanding, took a black sandalwood cane, and handed it to Fujiwara Mankoku.

Only then did Mu Yuan notice that the reason why the congressman in front of him had been holding the knife was because of a leg disease.

This kind of thing, which has become completely habitual, does not manifest itself in one's thoughts, and naturally cannot be seen by observing the circle of the heart.

However, Mu Yuan didn't care too much about this kind of inconsequential matter, he just glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and studied the blade he had just gotten again.

The items that are entangled in the field are also called the reading device, the reading device is actually not uncommon, but most of them are just tools used by some famous craftsmen and masters, as long as it changes hands, unless the second master also has quite a high level of technical attainment, otherwise the reading field will soon completely dissipate.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, unintentional people do not go out of their way to collect such items

- It's useless.

But this sword, called "Famous Objects Kansei Masamune", is a little different.

The entwined field of thought on it is so rich that it has reached the point where it can exist independently even if it does not rely on the support of its master.

"It's hundreds of years old, no wonder." Drawing the blade again, Mu Yuan muttered softly: "So, what is your effect......

…

It is not a simple matter to figure out the specific effects of the recitation.

The reason why Mu Yuan was able to discover the efficacy of Erquan Temple was actually just because of a coincidence

——A guest who came to offer incense happened to be emotional, and produced a grain of emotional sand, which happened to be purified by the recitation field of Erquan Temple.

Therefore, even if he got this blade, it was very likely that Mu Yuan would not be able to test the specific role of his mind field at all.

This is also the reason why Mu Yuan discovered this knife at the beginning, but he didn't think about it

- It is a waste of time and will probably not help to light up the perfect circle.

As for using the promise of Fujiwara Wankoku to do something else......

There is no way for the entire public security to take GIN Sang, and his promise as a congressman can be useful?

Mu Yuan didn't think so.

…

Taking advantage of Fujiwara Wanguo's efforts to move towards Jiro, Suzuki Sonoko and Suzuki Jiroji finally came over.

Suzuki Jiroji just looked at Makihara seriously and didn't speak.

Sonoko Suzuki asked anxiously, "Hey! You dare to ask for the knife of the old man Fujiwara, are you crazy? Also, did you really cure Jiro, do you know if you didn't cure Jiro, and you would dare to take the old man's knife from Fujiwara......"

Mu Yuan waved his hand, interrupted Suzuki Sonoko's questioning, and said calmly: "First of all, the knife was given to me voluntarily, and secondly, Jiro has no problem, it is still the same guard dog from before, only loyal to its owner." ”

"Jiro has no problem?" Suzuki Sonoko was stunned for a moment, then rolled his eyes and said, "Jiro, it's all like that, how could it be that he didn't ask......"

…

"Whew! Wang, Wang, Wang......"

At this moment, the familiar roar sounded again.

Jiroyoshi Suzuki and Sonoko Suzuki looked over instantly, and their faces changed at the same time.

Jiro bit his back leg again.

…

Mu Yuan also raised his head in some surprise, and after half a second, his eyes were fixed on Butler Sasaki.

Sasaki seemed to notice Mu Yuan's gaze, trembled slightly, and raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead.

Mu Yuan didn't say anything, just took out the famous knife he had just gotten and slashed at the table leg of the incense case next to him.

Zheng!

If a hot knife is put into butter, the table legs will be broken at the root.

"Look, I'll just say Jiro......" Suzuki Sonoko turned her head with a worried face, and then said in a daze: "Muyuan, what are you doing with the table legs?" ”

Mu Yuan didn't explain, but just stuffed the famous object Guanshi Masamu in his hand to Suzuki Sonoko, and walked over to the frosty Fujiwara Wankoku with the table legs.

Fujiwara Wanguo saw Muyuan's movements, and simply stood in place with a calm face.

Mu Yuan walked over, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, he snatched the sandalwood cane from Fujiwara Wankoku's hand and stuffed the table leg to him.

Fujiwara Wanguo frowned, first thoughtfully at the famous knife in Suzuki Sonoko's hand, and then at the crutch that was taken away by Mu Yuan.

After a few moments, he turned around without saying a word and walked towards his Jiro again.

This time, he walked very carefully.

I don't know if it's because the table legs don't go well, or because I'm afraid to see it again...... Jiro bites himself at the scene.

One step, two steps......

…

"Wang, Wang!"

A familiar cry sounded, and the old man froze with a sluggish expression.

He looked at the dog licking the back of his hand like a flattering one, and his eyes, which had not cried for decades, burst into tears again.

"Jiro......" Fujiwara Mankoku called out the name again.

"Wang, Wang!" Jiro licked the back of his hand as usual and responded.

……

But why, does Jiro gnaw at himself frantically because of his knife and crutches?

Fujiwara Wanguo stroked the dog lovingly, and when he turned around, he was already murderous......