It was past noon, and the sun was gradually setting in the west.

Zhou Ming and Oda Heizou walked in the palace, and a palace maid led the way.

From time to time on the road, palace maids walked by, one by one with light steps, only silent. In a huge palace, the two of them could only hear their own footsteps, which seemed so empty and quiet.

Stepping into the palace one after another, finally, under the guidance of the palace maid, the two walked to the door of a dormitory.

In front of the door stood a samurai in his thirties, and as soon as the two approached, the samurai's eyes scanned back and forth over the two of them, his gaze was as sharp as a sieve, sweeping the two of them inside and out.

Then the samurai pushed open the door with a grim face and walked in.

After him, it was the palace maid who led Zhou Ming and the two to come here, and then Zhou Ming and the two of them.

"That samurai is a master." Zhou Ming thought for a moment and said softly.

"That's the personal guard of the lord of the country, Hirakawa Taisho. He's the most trusted person of the country.,Horikoshi Chuang.,Hmph.,It's a fart compared to him! ”

Oda Heizo explained in a low voice beside him.

"Close protection of Momonosuke Nohara? No wonder the strength is good. Zhou Ming nodded.

When the two walked into the dormitory, they saw a large bed full of curtains, and one by one the palace maids went in and out through the curtains.

After the heavy curtain was folded, a rickety figure could be faintly seen.

"Your Majesty, Lord Oda has arrived, and the samurai named Zhou Ming has also arrived."

Hirakawa Taimasa stood in front of the bed and bowed his head and said loudly.

"Oh? They're coming? Okay, help me up and take a look. ”

The curtain was pulled open one by one, and the rickety figure gradually became clear, and finally, it completely stood in front of Zhou Ming.

An old man as thin as an ape, thin as a skeleton, with so thin hair on his head that only a few strands were left in the middle, exuding an indissoluble dead air.

The whole person looks no different from an ordinary old man who is about to die of old age, if he only listens to the legend of Nohara Momonosuke's career, and sees him like this again, I am afraid that he will be greatly disappointed, and I can't believe that the king who once fought in the north and south has now become like this.

"O lord of the country!" Oda Heizou knelt on the ground with a puff, and burst into tears: "It's only been a few months, why did you become like this?" Oda always cares about you, always worried about you! ”

"Alas, Oda can't wait to bear the pain of the lord of the country by himself now, and exchange his life for the health of the lord!"

Zhou Ming: "......"

Good guy, Oda Heizou didn't expect that you, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are also sycophants!

"Bold, why doesn't Your Majesty kneel in front of you!" Seeing Zhou Ming standing there motionless, a palace maid raised her eyebrows and shouted loudly.

Zhou Ming glanced at her lightly, then stopped looking at her, but instead looked at Hirakawa Taizheng.

This taciturn and indifferent samurai is the object of his attention.

This is a powerful samurai, and the whole room is not as big as his threat combined.

At the same time that Zhou Ming's gaze was locked on him, a feeling of incomparably danger rose in Hirakawa Taizheng's heart, and his right hand instantly held the handle of the knife, his nerves were tense, and he almost couldn't help but pull out the knife.

"Alright." Momonosuke Nohara's voice rang out.

"Pingchuan-kun, don't be nervous, Zhou Jun is not an evildoer."

Even though the sense of danger felt from Zhou Ming did not decrease in the slightest, Hirakawa Taisho still did not hesitate to let go of the hand holding the knife, took two steps back, and bowed his head slightly.

'How obedient. Zhou Ming was a little disappointed in his heart, and retracted his gaze and stopped looking at Hirakawa Taisho.

"Zhou Ming, the samurai who killed Horikoshitsuna...... Come here, let me have a good look. ”

Momonosuke Nohara struggled to stand up and beckoned weakly to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming hesitated, did not refuse, and took a few steps forward to the big bed.

The distance between the two is not even five steps.

In Zhou Ming's heart, a thought suddenly flashed: Right here, how about killing Momonosuke Nohara?

With such a short distance, Zhou Ming was confident that as long as he made a move, no one would be able to stop him from killing Momonosuke Nohara.

No, no, it's not time yet......

Zhou Ming forced this thought down and looked at Momonosuke Nohara.

The old man on the opposite side, who was about to die, was so weak that he needed the palace maid to hold his back to sit still, his eyes were dim and there was no light, as if he was about to breathe in the next moment, but at this moment, he tried to open his drooping eyelids, opened his eyes wide, and looked Zhou Ming up and down carefully and seriously.

"Okay, hehe, okay."

While watching, Momonosuke Nohara smiled with satisfaction, and the folds on his old face shrank into a ball with a smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum, and ordinary people should be startled at first glance.

"Oda-kun, you've taken in a good samurai."

Momonosuke Nohara's gaze turned to Oda Heizou, who hurriedly bowed his head, respectfully, without seeing the majesty of being a daimyo at all.

"Hehe, okay." Momonosuke Nohara chattered, and his gaze turned back to Zhou Ming.

"Your sword skills haven't reached their own bottleneck yet, they're still on the rise, and you still have more room for improvement before the conference starts."

"During this time, let Pingchuan-kun accompany you to practice, there is no stronger samurai next to me than him."

Hirakawa Taisho's body trembled slightly, did not raise his head, and shouted in a deep voice: "Hi Yi! ”

"Okay, I'm tired too." Momonosuke Nohara slowly lay down, his voice filled with thick tiredness.

"That's all for today, in a few days, when all the daimyo have arrived, I will hold a banquet in the palace as the opening of the world's first samurai conference."

"Zhou Jun, when the time comes, you can fight hard, get the honor that belongs to you, and contribute the most wonderful performance to me......"

……

An anticlimactic, inexplicable summons ended peacefully.

At the gate of the palace, Pingchuan Taizheng said coldly: "Zhou Jun, at eight o'clock tomorrow morning, I will go to find you." ”

"I can't get up at eight o'clock, you can find me at three o'clock in the afternoon."

"......" Hirakawa Taisho was silent for a while, and said coldly: "Zhou Jun, I will accompany you to practice, this is His Majesty's order, do you want to disobey the monarch's order?" ”

Zhou Ming sneered and said indifferently: "Momonosuke Nohara just asked you to be a sparring partner for me, but he didn't give me the prescribed time." When do you want to practice to see my mood, you can go back and wait for news yourself! ”

"Yaga!"

Hirakawa Taizheng was furious and drew a knife on the spot to aim at Zhou Ming.

"Do you dare to call Your Majesty by his name and want to rebel!"

"It's easy." Zhou Ming sneered and took out the Edman Alloy Knife from the Flower Bud Gu.

"It's better to practice late than early, I'll kill you now, just finish practicing for you."

"Wait, wait!" Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, and the two of them were about to splatter blood three feet in the next moment, Oda Heizou hurriedly stopped it.

He didn't dare to stand between the two, for fear that the two would go crazy and kill him regardless of it, so he took a few steps back, ten steps away from the two, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"You two are both strong warriors, and you should learn martial arts, communicate with each other, and become confidants, why do you want to fight each other like this?"

"Besides, this is still the entrance to the palace, but it's not a good place to compete!"

"Why don't I sit in the village, let's find a place to have two drinks, how about it?"

Zhou Ming's lawless personality made Oda Heizou understand that it was impossible for him to accept the other party for his own use, and he no longer worked in this direction, he simply lay flat, and his attitude towards Zhou Ming changed a lot compared to the beginning.

He is also resigned to his fate now, and he directly hugged Zhou Ming's thighs, who will show him the famous shelf, what if he annoys Zhou Ming, a bad star, what if he cuts himself with a knife?

In addition, Hirakawa Taimasa is the personal samurai next to Momonosuke Nohara, and he doesn't have any official position on the surface, but he actually understands how much energy he has.

In the face of these two masters, it is impossible for Oda Heizou to use his identity to suppress others, so he can only speak softly and persuade each other with good words.

"No need!" Pingchuan Taizheng put the knife back into its sheath and looked at Zhou Ming coldly.

"I'll go to you tomorrow, and you and I will fight."

With that, turn around and leave.

"Then let you live one more day." Zhou Ming replied with a sneer, "Go and cry to your mother tonight, you won't have this chance tomorrow." ”