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The night was calm again.

If it weren't for Ichiro Okada's disgusting nausea picking at the flesh and blood on his body, if it weren't for the strong bloody aura that still remained in the air, he couldn't help but suspect that what had just happened was just some hallucination.

This idea is somewhat ridiculous.

A mentor whose profession is nurturing and teaching the hunting of humans will have moments of fear of murder, and if you can't talk about it, I'm afraid that no one will believe it.

However, this night, this moment, Ichiro Okada suddenly became afraid.

There is only a thin line between the killer and the killed.

If, just now, the knife that filled the silence struck him, he would not have the slightest doubt, he was also like these people, he had no power to resist, and he was torn to minced flesh in an instant. He slowly stood up, bit his lip, and said, "Mr. Meng, how is Miss Zhizi?"

Meng stood there, seemed to glance at Miss Zhi, who was sleeping on the ground and breathing evenly and long, and said slowly: "Don't worry, she has recovered, it's just that her face is estimated to have some flaws, this, I can't do anything." ”

Ichiro Okada was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, "Thank you." ”

Meng didn't speak, seemed to look at him, and then, with a few steps, walked over, passed him, and walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Okada Ichiro said: "Mr. Dream, I will take Miss Zhizi to live in seclusion in Lin Quan, you, will you come to see us?"

Meng took a moment's heel, seemed to think about it, and then spit out a word: "Yes." ”

He was ready to lift his feet again.

Ichiro Okada smiled and said, "Wait-"

Dream didn't go, he was listening.

Ichiro Okada said: "The person who caused the trouble of the Gangjiu school is not me. ”

Meng said, "I know. ”

Ichiro Okada breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time came to his senses, and said, "Yes, if you blame me, you won't notify me to rescue Miss Koreda, and you won't ......."

Meng said: "Okada-kun, I suddenly found that your woman is still ink. ”

"Uh-" Ichiro Okada was a little sad and a little embarrassed, "Parting is imminent, this farewell, I don't know when I will see Mr. again, so ......"

Meng said: "You don't worry, I will die under the sword of Fujita Saburo?"

Ichiro Okada said: "In the past, maybe I would have thought about it that way, but I can see that Mr. 'One Knife of the Years' just now has obviously fused the sword intent of the Yanagi Sword Saint with your original martial arts to reach the realm of achievement, I think there is no one in the world who can beat you with one and a half moves." Therefore, there is a reluctant request below. ”

Classmate Meng said, "Spare Saburo Fujita?"

Ichiro Okada said, "Yes." ”

Meng said: "I have never liked promises. ”

Ichiro Okada said, "I believe it." ”

Meng sighed lightly: "I can only say that I have not violated my bottom line, I am generally very generous." ”

Ichiro Okada said, "Thank you." ”

Meng said: "You have already said these two words twice. ”

Ichiro Okada said, "I don't want to say a third time either. ”

Thanksgiving is a word that comes from getting help.

To say thank you is to owe someone a favor.

No one wants to owe a debt for nothing. Yume-san didn't speak again and left.

At noon, the light snow is clear, and the faint sunlight actually makes people's hearts warm, as if they see a glimmer of hope in the desperate situation of life.

A ray of sunlight shines through the window paper, reflected in the steaming tea, and reflects a masked face.

A thin hand grasped the teacup and tilted it slightly, so that the clear tea was like a mirror, slowly reflecting the masked man's thin body like a bamboo pole. He took a shallow sip, put down his glass, and then looked up at the other side. Across the table from him, there was an old man with long eyebrows, who also raised his glass, as if he had taken a sip of tea carelessly.

The masked man said slowly: "Old Ancestor Long Eyebrows, it seems that we haven't sat together drinking tea like this for a long, long time, right?"

The elder with long eyebrows said: "Ten years." ”

The masked man sighed faintly, and said softly: "Ten years, life, like a white horse passing through a gap, let the world change, in the snap of a finger, invincible to the years of polishing......"

The Long-eyed Old Ancestor sighed, "Perhaps, we are all old. ”

"Not perhaps," said the mask, "but very old, indeed. ”

The elder elder of the long eyebrows said, "Since we are all old, then, if we should let go, let go." ”

The Masked Man was silent.

Obviously, after a lot of careful consideration, he nodded slowly and said slowly: "I'm also ready to let go, but before that, I still have to do one more thing." ”

The elder ancestor of the long eyebrows said: "What is the matter that can make you Fujita Saburo entangled in your heart and can't put it down?"

The masked man Fujita Saburo said, "You don't know, a young man from Middle-earth. ”

The long-eyebrow ancestor raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "Dream swimming?"

"Exactly. ”

Fujita Saburo's tone became cold, "It's him, he slaughtered dozens of elites of my Iga faction. If this person is not removed, I will be depressed. ”

He stared at the Long-eyebrow Ancestor and said, "As far as I know, your five proud disciples were sniped at in Middle-earth, don't you have a little resentment?"

The Long Eyebrow Ancestor was silent.

The masked man Fujita Saburo suddenly smiled dumbly, although he couldn't see the expression on his face while wearing a mask, but how could the slightly vibrating mask escape the fiery eyes of the old man with long eyebrows, it was obviously caused by the shaking of the muscles on his face, obviously, it was a mocking ridicule.

The long-eyebrow ancestor didn't speak, picked up the cup, and took a sip of tea.

Saburo Fujita refilled him with a cup of hot tea and said, "It's no wonder that you, well, in fact, can't help you." 【】Hehe......"

The long-eyebrow ancestor had an angry look on his face, and said coldly, "What did you say?"

"Isn't it?" Fujita Saburo said lightly, "You are not an old dragon Zhong can't see how bad the current environment of your rigid and soft school is, except for a fairy who can take out his hand, who else? What's even worse is that now, this pillar has a deep relationship with the kid surnamed Meng, haha, I can't help but imagine that if one day, the fairy is abducted, what the rigid and soft school will be like, hahahahaha......"

The face of the long-eyebrow ancestor was extremely ugly, but the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he said lukewarmly: "Along the way, I received a news that I don't know if it is conclusive, it is said that Ichiro Okada, the chief instructor of your sect, disappeared with the branch of the north, and some people say that they became a husband and wife, living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and I don't know where. But I don't know, is this news true?"

Saburo Fujita was visibly suffocated and silent.

Silent.

Neither spoke.

After a long time, Fujita Saburo tapped his fingers lightly on the table, seemed to be silent for a while, and suddenly sighed, his tone was a little lonely, and said quietly: "Old Ancestor of Long Eyebrows, we are no longer young, and the environment is not good." In my opinion, the years of struggle between us will cease to pass, at least—we will all have to carry out a new round of cultivation, alas, we are old, and we have little time for us to toss and splurge. How, you see?"

Apparently, Saburo Fujita compromised.

In fact, he can't help but be uncompromising. With dozens of elites being slaughtered by Yume-san and the departure of Chief Instructor Ichiro Okada, the strength of the entire Iga faction suffered a heavy blow.

And the rigid and soft school, at least, there are fairies who carry the beams, and he believes that this is the fundamental reason why the ancestor of Changmei did not pursue the fairy's crime of shielding his dream classmates.

In this way, if the forces of the two sects completely tear apart and fight each other, the loser will definitely be his Iga faction.

The Long Eyebrow Ancestor nodded slowly and agreed.

He is also unwilling to fight to the death between the two huge forces, even if the fairy still has the fairy in his hand The trump card can suppress the Iga faction, but the so-called injury of 10,000 enemies and self-damage of 3,000, even if the Gangsoft School wins the final victory, and at that time, the vitality of the Gangsoft School will inevitably gradually decline, slide to loneliness, and be replaced by some emerging forces.

Since the matter has come to an end, the Changmei Ancestor is not willing to stay any longer, stands up, and prepares to leave.

Fujita Saburo suddenly said: "Long Mei Ancestor, then, where is the kid surnamed Meng......"

The corners of the long-eyebrow old ancestor's mouth curled slightly, revealing a sly smile like an old fox, and said with a smile: "He is an outsider, what does it have to do with me?"

Fujita Saburo was slightly stunned, then nodded and said, "Okay, with your words, I can rest assured." ”

The long-eyebrow ancestor turned around with a smile, Shi Shiran's actually had the appearance of a Dao bone fairy.

Staring at his back, Fujita Saburo snorted and said to himself: "I thought I was the most ruthless in the world, compared with him, but it was too far behind, obviously I wanted to use my hand to get rid of the surname Meng, so as to keep the fairy, but I pretended to be high." If you are despicable and shameless, I will only obey you. ”

Early in the morning, it was drizzling.

The cold wind is like a song, and the drizzle is like smoke, so that Meng can't help but pull up the memories to kill, as if returning to his homeland in the south of the Yangtze River.

Father and mother are okay?

Ma Wan'er, Caidie, Yu Yu, Yao Yan, Yu Qianbao, are they all okay?

The eldest brother who traveled far away in southern Xinjiang should go home, right?

The second brother is working very hard now, and he has grown much better than before, and he should have a child with his second sister-in-law.

As for those few, Yu Kang, Guo Lin, and Huang Yan, there are guys of the opposite sex and no humanity, it is estimated that just taking advantage of the lack of a boss to suppress them in the "Four Princes of Jiangnan", they must quickly hook up with the big girls and little daughters-in-law on the entire ground in Jiangnan. Also, Duanmu Bai, Ouyang Shen, Shangguan Sanmei, and Mohu, they should mix well, right?

......

As the carriage jolted, pieces of memory floated by.

Kagawa suddenly pointed to the field path outside the car window, and said with a smile: "Brother Meng, enter Pingfeng Village here." ”

The Nakamura flying leopard next to him pursed his lips and said, "As if people don't know, tell you, this is the second hometown of dreams." ”

Kagawa was slightly stunned, and then quickly showed a smile of sudden realization. "No wonder," he whispered. ”

Suzuki Forty-six, who was sitting next to his classmate Meng, said: "There is nothing wrong with this, if I get the title of Martial Honor, I will also recruit team members in my town as soon as possible, I'm afraid that the military department may not approve it." ”

Kagawa Speedi nodded and said, "This is a fact. In many cases, although it is said that Wuzun is allowed to collect and form a legal armed force from the people, in fact, the above often cares about Wuzun colluding with local forces to form a huge force that is difficult for them to control, creating more trouble for them. ”

"But," Kagawa Speed Bi had a sour taste, "You two don't have to be envious, Brother Meng has become a martial artist, and you have power in your hands, aren't you also promoted, and you have all become ministers of the military department, hahaha......"

A few people giggled all the way, and soon entered a village complex.

Well, to put it more appropriately, they got into a large crowd of black presses.

This day is undoubtedly a grand event for Pingfeng Village.

It must be known that being conscripted into the army by Wuzun not only has a salary to get, but also can avoid the pain of military service. Moreover, their true identity is to wander in the gray area inside and outside the establishment, and generally speaking, they do not need to enter the front-line war. In essence, they were the last line of defense of the military headquarters, and they were only doing some things to maintain the law and order environment of the Wuzun station.

It can be said that when the military department is about to activate these teams, it should be a war that involves a wide range of disasters and is very serious.

Therefore, joining the Wuzun team is really something that people yearn for.

Therefore, when the old patriarch learned that their Pingfeng Village was selected as the target of this year's Wuzun recruitment, he was overjoyed, and a month ago, he passed on the good news, and informed some people who went to sea to fish or went to the city to work to know that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, not to be missed, and not to blame him, the patriarch, for favoritism.

There is such a good thing, who would miss it?

Even the wayward Miss Xingzi is dressed up heroically and sassy, looking forward to being very energetic, ready to respond to Wuzun's call.

The third aunt, Miyamoto Hisashi, even pulled her husband and several children back from the sea.

It seems that Inoue is even more ecstatic after their group of ruffian-like ronin samurai, and they have been running home from the city for a long time, looking forward to the early arrival of Lord Wuzun and taking them under his banner.

this day.

Finally, Wuzun came.

There was no mighty procession, only two very wide carriages, in hundreds of pairs of expectant eyes, hundreds of enthusiastic smiling faces, slowly driving into the village.

The old patriarch accompanied his beautiful daughter and the beautiful three aunts Miyamoto Kuzhen and her husband and children, and on the left and right were seven or eight majestic samurai such as Inoue Kazukei, this lineup was grand enough!

It's just that when the carriage stopped, the first carriage jumped out of three people one after another, and after the last person slowly leaned over to reveal his face, everyone seemed to be stunned and dazzled.

Then, the person slowly walked off the pedal frame, fell to the ground, seemed to be a little tired stretched his waist, holding the umbrella and running closer, just about to put the umbrella for Lord Wuzun to shield from the wind and rain, Inoue Ichi, looked at this handsome face comparable to a beauty, his body stiffened, the hand holding the umbrella trembled, and blurted out: "How could it be you......"

Miyamoto Hisashi's delicate face became more and more shining, his eyes also lit up, and he whispered softly like a dream: "It's him, he's really back......"

Miss Xingzi's face turned pale, and she clearly saw the handsome face, and the scar shocked her. Although she knew that the scar was definitely not a wound left by her hand, it was this scar that brought up her memories:

That night, she raised a bamboo stick against him, and struck him three times on the head, and he solemnly warned her that if she struck him, he would slaughter her entire village.

However, she was willful, not only scoffed, but even shifted the direction of the head and slapped him in the face, not to mention three times, she forgot how many times, but remembered that when the red hijab fell, his face was full of flesh and blood, and he was shocked.

"I'll definitely be back—I said—" Yume-san ignored Inoue's dedication and walked straight in front of the third aunt, Miyamoto Hisashi.

Miyamoto Jiuzhen looked up at him, her sexy red lips curved slightly, and she said softly, "I believe it." (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.