Passing through neatly manicured trees and around a pond, in front of it is a large hall with an all-timber eaves jutting out and a brightly lit hall.

Under the stone steps at the entrance of the main hall is a tatami mat, on which sits a middle-aged Toei samurai wearing a white kimono and a comb bun, with his eyes closed, and a wooden sword holder in front of him, holding a katana sword that exudes a faint blue light, and the back of the sword is engraved with several Chinese characters "Seshu Kuwana Suzumime Saemon Captain Fujiwara Muramasa". Next to him was a delicate bronze incense burner, a wisp of fresh and elegant sandalwood rose from within, and behind him stood the black-clothed ninja respectfully.

"You are from the Great Qing Dynasty, what are you doing in the Satsuma Domain?" the samurai suddenly opened his eyes and asked in Chinese.

"You are a shrewd person, and you know at a glance that the old man is Han. Mo Yan finally heard the familiar language.

"Don't you have a big braid behind your head?"

But isn't it, only the men of the Great Qing Kingdom comb this thick and black braid.

"I'm here to find someone. Mo Yan said.

"Looking for whom?"

"Dogs raise human faces. ”

"What are you looking for him for?"

"Ask him something. ”

"What's the matter?"

"I can only say it when I see it in person. ”

"I'm a dog, please tell me. The middle-aged samurai said coldly.

Mo Yan looked at him as if he didn't believe it, so he asked, "Is your knife a Muramasa demon knife?"

"Good eyesight, an old man of the Great Qing Kingdom actually recognizes Ise Village Zhengdao, if there is anything, hurry up and say it, there is no one on the Huangquan Road. ”

"What 'no one waits for people on the Huangquan Road', the old man doesn't understand. "Don't pretend to be confused.

"You killed the ninja and the fierce dog, do you still want to get out of here alive?"

"Well, that's right, but it's hard to say who will go to Huangquan Road. Okay, right when you are a dog breeder, let me ask you, why is the ghost destroying ship family full of doors and occupying Sakura Island?"

"You're a killer that Ichiro Onifune invited from the Great Qing Kingdom?"

"Even so. ”

"How old are you this year?"

"The old man is seventy years old. ”

"'Life is rare for seventy years', and dying under the knife of Muramasa is also your blessing. The warrior said lightly.

Mo Yan also heard Ichiro Onifune mention this Muramasa Demon Knife, why do the people of Dongying respect it so much? Could it be that it was also obtained from the spirit world, if it is true, it can't be underestimated against the enemy, and the consequences caused by his own underestimation of the enemy in the past can only be fooled by pretending to be dead, but it is impossible to be so lucky every time. Knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent, it is better to figure out the origin of this village knife first.

"The old man doesn't understand, why is it that if you die under the knife of the village, you will be blessed, and other ways of death will be low?" Mo Yan asked.

"Don't you want to be a fool?" said the middle-aged samurai, "Shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu's grandfather, Matsudaira Kiyoyasu, died at the hands of the Muramasa, his father Matsudaira Hirotada was wounded by the Muramasa, his son committed suicide by cutting his abdomen with the Muramasa, and the shogun himself was also wounded by the Muramasa Sword, so he was called the "Demon Sword" or "Evil Sword", and if you died under this sword, wouldn't it be a blessing to be with the Shogunate's family?"

"The old man still doesn't understand where this village knife came from?"

"This Muramasa knife was made for the first year of the Bunkatome, Isesan Saemon Muramasa, and it has been bloodthirsty for more than 200 years, and tonight I will taste the blood of the Qing Dynasty again. ”

"Hehe, the old man thought it was something that didn't come from, it turned out to be just a mundane thing in the world. Mo Yan finally put his mind at ease.

"Now that you're done, show your blades. The samurai slowly stood up, bowed respectfully to the Muramasa demon sword on the wooden frame, and then gently grabbed his hands across his chest.

"Since it is a forbidden knife, and the person who secretly hides this knife dies, then why do you still have the Muramasa Demon Knife?" Mo Yan asked again.

"You don't need to know where so many questions come from. The middle-aged warrior sneered, then stepped forward and waved his hands, and a cold light swept horizontally towards Mo Yan's neck.

With a crisp sound of "dang", the battle-hardened Muramasa demon knife was instantly broken into two sections, and Mo Yan still had an extra quaint short sword in his hand, although there was a spider armor amulet to defend himself, but it was better to have a little more insurance.

The middle-aged samurai looked down at the half-cut Muramasa knife in his hand, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and stood there unable to move, tears dripping down.

Mo Yan was about to end up being a dog, and when he saw this situation, he hesitated.

The middle-aged warrior sighed: "The sword is in the people, and the sword is dead." He knelt down on his knees, turned half of the knife and stabbed into his lower abdomen, and then pulled the stomach open, the blood stained the white clothes, and his body fell to the ground. I saw him raise his head in pain and say something to the black-clothed ninja beside him, and the black-clothed man silently pulled out the ninja knife behind his back, and with a wave of his arm, the head of the middle-aged samurai was cut off in an instant.

Mo Yan looked at this tragic scene in surprise, thinking in his heart that it was not just a knife, how could he not commit suicide, these Dongying people are really pedantic, if the Qing Dynasty people would not be so lacking in heart.

Now that the dog was dead, his mission was complete, and there was no need to stay here any longer, so he turned around and prepared to leave.

"What kind of artifact actually cut off the Muramasa demon knife, the dog breeder is going to see it, please let him in. Someone in the hall suddenly said aloud, and then said something Dongying.

The man in black immediately stretched out his hand and motioned for Mo to enter the hall.

Mo Yan was taken aback, and looked down at the white-clothed warrior on the ground, it turned out that this person was not a dog raising human face, and the main master was in the main hall.

Mo Yan cautiously stepped on the stone steps step by step and stepped into the hall.

In the brightly lit hall, a middle-aged man in a black kimono was standing with his hands in his hands, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Nalafu" Mo was stunned and couldn't help blurting out.

"I'm a dog breeder, you, the old man of the Qing Dynasty, actually cut off the Muramasa Demon Knife, it's unheard of, what kind of short sword is so powerful, I don't know if you can borrow it?"

Mo Yan carefully looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, his appearance was similar to Nalafu, the same delicate face, intelligent eyes, and even the mouth movements when speaking were very similar, and he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could he be a longevity man?

"Ancestral things, what's the point of looking at them?" Mo Yan happily threw the short sword sheath over.

The dog raised his hand to catch the short sword, looked at Mo Yan in surprise and said: "The people in the rivers and lakes of the Great Qing Dynasty are really bold and courageous, can you tell me the honorable name?"

"Wudang Mo Er. ”

The dog raised the face nodded: "I heard that there are many masters in Shaolin Wudang in the Great Qing Dynasty, and today I can be regarded as having seen one," After saying that, he took out the short sword from the sheath, and suddenly the cold light was pressing, and the cold air was cold, and he couldn't help but praise again and again, "A good sword, it is really a good sword, even if Muramasa is reincarnated, he will definitely not be able to forge such an artifact." ”

"Mr. Inubi, I want to ask you something, can you tell me the truth?" Mo Yan said.

"Mr. Mo Er boldly gave the sword a look, and I won't hide anything from my dogs, ask, what's the matter?"

"Has your name always been Inu-raisin?"

"Well, when I was younger, I used to have a name. Inuto replied truthfully.

"The eighth day of Haikou?" Mo asked.

"Hey, how do you know?" said Inukai, stunned.

"I also know your earlier name. ”

"What?" the dog looked at Mo Remnant in confusion.

"Xu Shounan, that was your name when you were born in the Great Qing Kingdom. Mo Yan said in his mouth, but he felt hot in his heart.

The dog raised and stared at Mo Remnant, and Mo Remnant also silently stared at his eyes, and slowly, a grinning dog head appeared from the depths of his dark pupils

"Okay, I've finished answering your question, now it's time to settle the matter between us, is the ghost ship that slipped through the net with you this time?"

He waited outside the manor. Mo replied.

"It's not fair to use this artifact in the contest between the two of us, so let's store it here first. The dog raised his face and shook his hand, and the short sword flew up to the roof and landed on the wooden beam.

Mo Mian didn't say anything, he is Shou Nan Yes, but he has been possessed by a thousand-year-old vicious dog, how can he drive the vicious dog away without harming the host Shou Nan?

"I'll untie my hands first, and then I'll divide the divisions. The dog turned around and walked to the corner of the main hall, raised one leg and leaned sideways to spill a bubble of urine.

Mo Yan quickly calculated in his heart, he really couldn't think of a good way in a hurry, anyway, he couldn't hurt himself if he had a spider armor to protect him.

After urinating, he bent down and sniffed with his nose, then turned around and took off a katana hanging on the wall and said, "Mr. Mo Er, the artifact short sword has been deposited on the beam, what other weapon do you want to use?"

Mo Yan looked around, there was nothing useful, and he saw a broom standing next to the temple door, so he brought it over: "The old man will use it." ”

The dog raised a nod and said, "I heard that the masters of the Central Plains rivers and lakes can scatter beans and pick leaves to hurt people, and now I have to learn it." ”

"You can make a move. Mo Yan smiled slightly.

Inukai clenched the katana with both hands, and a five-clawed golden dragon was faintly engraved on the blade under the light, and the blade flashed with a cold light.

"Is this also the Muramasa Demon Knife?" Mo Yan felt that this knife was no worse than the one of the white-clothed samurai.

"Yes, this knife is called 'Miaofa Muramasa', the blade is two feet eight inches long, it is the last work of Yongzheng Shizhou Muramasa in the tenth year, in the past ten years, no one can hide from my dog's 'three knives with a human face', today let's see if Mr. Mo can make an exception. ”

This dog raised human face is known as the first master of the Satsuma Domain, and with the feared "three knives of human face", he has killed countless people and never exceeded three knives.

The Toei katana is made of pure steel, the blade is narrow and fast, and the blade length has a large attack surface, so the lethality is much greater than that of the sword of the Central Plains. This kind of knife originated from the Pu knife of the Tang Dynasty in China, so Dongying also called it "Tang Dao", just like karate is also called "Tang Hand", and the two-handed knife was a more popular grip in the Han Dynasty.

While speaking, the cold light of the dog's "Miaofa Muramasa" flashed, and it was already in the neck of Mo in an instant.