A foreigner's journey

In the waiting room, everyone paused their actions and watched helplessly as the shadow in the center of the room suddenly appeared.

The shadow squirmed and then slowly took shape.

In Shichika's eyes, he was a man with an unusually tall build, almost like a collection of steel muscles. His messy hair grew randomly like a hedgehog, and his resolute face was carved with a knife and axe, with some stubble. His appearance is very similar to Shichika.

Rokuji is the sixth generation head of the Kyūdōryu family, and the father of Qihua and Qishi.

"...Dad?" Qihua asked with difficulty.

Why...it was obvious that my father was killed by myself on that rainy night, why...

Tan Liuzhi ignored the others, looked at Qihua, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Qihua... long time no see."

In Jiu'er's eyes, he saw a man with long black hair who was handsome enough to be called 'beautiful'. He was thin and well-dressed, with a cynical smile on his lips and a name that was the same as Jiu'er's in his eyes. The brilliance of wisdom.

Hida Takahito, the mastermind of the Oshu Rebellion twenty years ago, and Jiuji's father.

"Xiao Jiu'er, have you grown up?"

Jiu'er took two steps back with a look of disbelief on his face. His father was killed by Tao Liuzhi twenty years ago. Who is he now...

Compared to Jiu'er and Qihua, the performance of the eleven people on the imperial side was much worse.

Ba Xiao and Hu Luan waved their weapons wildly and let out shrill howls, as if they were trying their best to drive away the illusory ghosts in front of them. Others also showed varying degrees of fright and hysteria, and it seemed that everyone saw something different.

The soldiers outside stretched out their hands and patted the empty air with bewildered expressions, as if there were invisible walls blocking their sight and path.

This player waiting room has become a strange forbidden place.

Jiu'er stepped back step by step, and Hida Yingbi waited step by step closer. The familiar yet unfamiliar face revealed the most familiar smile from Jiu's childhood: "Hmm? Are you so afraid of dad? We don't meet again in Oshu. It really makes dad sad."

"wrong……"

Jiu'er's eyes narrowed and he shouted: "You are not him! Don't read my heart! Who are you!"

"Ahahaha! Oops, you can't be deceived?"

Hida Takabi looked up to the sky and laughed. Suddenly he was frightened and jumped back: "Ouch, that's so rough! Are you so cruel to your father?"

At the same time, Jiu'er only felt a strong wind blowing by his side.

Qihua used all his strength to blast forward with a cannon punch, and the wind caused by the punch even blew away a large number of tables and chairs in front of him.

"I don't regret it, and I still do today."

In Qihua's eyes, Tao Liuzhi's chest was penetrated by a huge blood hole, just like the scene at that time.

The reason why the father wants to kill his sister is simply because her "talent" is too strong and he can no longer suppress her.

The sister seemed to give up resistance, but Shichika took action, and Shichika killed her father with just one blow.

This is not to say that the seven flowers at that time were stronger than the six branches.

Rokuji may not be said to be the strongest swordsman in the history of Kyūdōryu. Whether it is the most famous swordsman in the Virtual Sword style, the best swordsman in the Virtual Sword style, the best swordsman in the Virtual Sword style, or the best swordsman in the Virtual Sword style, he or she is the best at killing. , maybe you can’t even say that.

There is only one thing that is certain, and that is - Tao Liuzhi is the most incomprehensible swordsman in the virtual sword style.

Some people think that Tan Liuzhi is a "weirdo" who has a frivolous attitude and often makes strange behaviors that are different from ordinary people.

Some people think that Tao Liuzhi is an extremely cruel [slayer].

Some people think that Tao Liuzhi is a simple and resolute [samurai].

Some people think that Tao Liuzhi is a "beast" that advances blindly but knows how to hold back and not bark.

What's more, some people claim to have seen the appearance of [woman] and [child].

From appearance, personality to fighting style, all the information was almost in disarray, as if Taoliuzhi had no fixed form.

In fact, even Qihua knew very little about his father. He didn't even know why his father was willing to give up resistance when facing his own attacks, just like his sister did when she faced her father.

However, Shichika has no regrets. For his sister, he could kill his father.

Just like for Jiu'er, he was able to kill his sister.

Qihua has been trained to be a complete [sword] since he was a child. After forging it on an uninhabited island for twenty years, he will subconsciously choose the sword holder. She was originally the elder sister, but now she is Jiu'er.

Except for the knife wielder, everyone is killable in his eyes. To him, human life is just a symbol, a word.

But the father in front of him, with a huge blood hole in his chest, had five completely different illusory figures appearing behind him.

An extremely lanky man who looks like a stick insect and is as thin as a stick; a man who is so fat that he looks like a round sphere from all angles; an immature child who seems to have lived for thousands of years; a beautiful woman with blue and white skin and blue and white clothes. ; A spotted dog with a mouth as big as a giant horse and full of sharp teeth.

Thin people, fat people, children, women, fierce dogs, and the father with a bloody hole in his chest all said at the same time:

"Shichika, you still haven't grown at all. You can't defeat 'Qiang' like this."

"Qiang...Dad, what are you going to do..."

Before Qihua finished speaking, the six figures in front of her became illusory again, and then turned into a petite girl who looked exactly like Rong Qishi but with slight differences. She said in a cheerful tone: "Ah? Why do you call me 'Lao'?" Daddy? Miss daddy?"

"Sister!?" Shichika was shocked, and then she realized that the girl in front of her looked just like her sister in hair style and figure. Her appearance had the coldness of Yu Lian Gingaku, the innocence of frozen sky and cracking ice, and the cunning of Shinwa Bat.

The girl in front of her raised her hand and looked around, looking satisfied:

"Sister? Oh my, have I turned into a girl in your eyes this time? Well, it's been a long time since I've been a girl, and this time I'm going to have fun! Hahahaha!"

The girl jumped in front of Qihua with a "Hey" sound, and looked familiar: "This is the first time we meet, my name is Biwo Mulan Samsara, I am a fairy."

Shichika hesitated for a moment and did not attack the girl in front of her: "Sage... If it were me a few months ago, I might have been surprised, but now that there are gods, the immortals can't be motivated. Woolen cloth."

"Lord God, I have never seen you in the past three hundred years, but the power that shakes the world is indeed beyond the reach of human beings." Bhimulen Samsara clasped his hands in front of him and nodded.

"You said you are an immortal and have magical powers like a god?"

Biwomu Samsara waved his hands repeatedly: "Huh? That's not the case. We are not in the same group. I don't have any offensive power. I just live longer."

"But why do you look like my sister? Oh no, you also look like Yu Lian Yinge, Cracking Ice, and Ting Ting..." Qihua hesitated for a moment and asked.

"My appearance is your memory, a reasonable understanding based on your reasonable memory. Normally, it needs to be measured with a 'quan' (scale), but your words don't seem to be necessary. What do you think of me? Other people's memory methods are all one-sided and abstract, so in your eyes I am a collection of characteristics of multiple people, hahaha!"

Biwomu Samsara chuckled, and his cunning look was very similar to that of the True Garden Bat:

"Human beings can peek into their own memories and hearts through my existence. This is the so-called immortal, which means that I will not exist in this world if I don't show up."

Shichika tilted her head: "I don't understand at all...what exactly is a celestial being?"

"A fairy is anyone and not anyone. In short, a fairy is like a mirror to humans. Hmm, maybe it is more appropriate to describe it as a 'magic mirror that reflects reality'. I have heard of this Foreign fairy tale, Xiao Qihua? There is a queen in a certain country. The queen will ask questions to the mirror - mirror, mirror, who is the most beautiful and moving person in the world? Although for the queen, I hope the answer to this question is herself. , but the mirror answered the name of another character that the Queen hates very much. How about it, Xiao Qihua, what do you think after listening to this story? Can the mirror answer such a question? "

"How can a mirror talk?" Qihua replied subconsciously.

"Yes, the answer is not the mirror, it's just the Queen's heart saying this about her vanity. When you face me, you will be honest with your heart."

"Weird man, what on earth do you want to do here?" Qihua found that she couldn't see Jiu'er or anyone else. There were only herself and Biwomu Samsara in the huge waiting room.

"Of course I'm here to see this unprecedented 'Swordsmanship Showdown before God', haha!"

Biwomu Samsara chuckled and said:

"Although I don't plan to go on stage to fight and fight, and the Chengdao is not a weapon with strong offensive power, I am very, very interested in the gods, so I came here. By the way, I also brought the people who were wandering in the lake. Doll, it's a pity that the child met the God's Chosen and was completely defeated. I thought that the rest of the fight would be a one-sided and boring scene, but I didn't expect to see an attack and killing scene that happened under the nose of the God. Human beings are really interesting! Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, Biwo Mulan Samsara straightened up, turned to look at the empty wall, the smile on his face became lighter, and he said softly:

"First meeting, Lord Kami."

On the throne, Heather was still sitting casually with one hand on her chin, but her eyes no longer looked sleepy, but were as sharp as a thunder-wrapped blade.

In front of him, stood a familiar figure.