The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

"Senior brother?"

Mu Youzhishang frowned.

He took it for granted that the island owners of Kowloon Island were junior brothers. Since they were junior brothers, they were either the second island owner or the third island owner.

According to the Mitarai family's information, the cultivation level of the second and third island masters was very ordinary and not a cause for concern. Muyou Zhishang didn't even remember their names.

But the intelligence clearly underestimated them. The person in front of him could come to his ship silently, and his strength was definitely not "ordinary".

Next to him, An Shen Yige had also read the information about Kowloon Island, but he didn't think as much as Mu Youzhi Shang.

"Haha, do you even want to fight Captain Muyou?" He shouted loudly, "You must pass my level first!"

An Shen Yi Ge is the whale hunting king of Japan and a master of martial arts. How could he have been at sea for so many years and win the title of "Whaling King" without any strength?

Mu Youzhi Shang glanced at him and his frown deepened, but he didn't stop him.

Ann Shen Yi Ge pulled out his saber.

It was a real samurai long sword, much longer than the ninja short sword of Mu Yu Shishang, and it looked more imposing.

He took half a step forward, held the knife in both hands, and raised it flatly on his right shoulder. All his energy was poured into the blade, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Hey, take out your weapon!" He shouted proudly when he saw the young man opposite him motionless, "I will not kill anyone without a sword!"

boom!

As soon as he finished speaking, his body flew up and hit the hard steel plate of the forecastle, turning into a puddle of mud.

Mu Youzhishang looked at the bloody first mate. This former whaler king, a sea hero in the eyes of the Japanese, probably didn't even know how he died, right?

If a person has a soul, then his soul must still be in a state of confusion at this moment and not aware of his own death, right?

Muyou Zhishang tightened his grip on the knife, but for the first time he felt his hand tremble.

I didn't see clearly how the enemy took action!

This means that the gap between him and the enemy is very large.

Is this really just a junior brother?

Then how powerful his senior brother, the guy named Lu Jingshan, must be!

No wonder Master said that China is a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

"Get ready!" Mu Youzhishang shouted towards the hundred swordsmen on the deck.

This is the swordsman assigned to him by the Mitarashi family for this mission.

Any one of these people is not as good as him in cultivation, but if a hundred people gather together to form a sword formation, the power is not as simple as multiplying by a hundred.

Master Mitarashi Zou once said that this sword formation was honed in the war that year. It was precisely because of this formation, as well as their unyielding will and strict discipline that the Japanese Xiuran swordsmen, who did not have an absolute numerical advantage, could confront the Chinese practitioners. On the initial battlefield, they achieved an almost crushing victory.

The swordsmen on the deck moved around quickly, taking steps that seemed messy but actually had strict distances and angles with each step. Soon, a strict arc formation was formed opposite Li Muchen, protecting Mu Youzhi Shang. After the formation.

"kill!"

Mu Youzhishang shouted loudly.

The swordsmen waved the long knives in their hands, and each knife was in a different direction. It seemed that they were cutting at the same time, but there was a subtle difference in time, forming a special rhythm.

A series of sword lights flashed, cutting the void on the deck into fine pieces.

Li Muchen stood there motionless, letting the web of knives spread out.

The light of the knife shattered the space and passed through his body.

Mu Youzhi was still relieved, secretly blaming himself for not being so nervous, mistakenly overestimating the enemy, and completely lacking the domineering master's back then!

However, just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he became nervous again.

Because he looked through the gap between the sword warriors and saw that the guy hadn't fallen down yet.

"How is that possible?!" Mu Youzhishang cried out in surprise, "You...are you a human or a ghost?"

"Of course I am a human! Only you Japan has ghosts." Li Muchen said.

"No! Impossible!" Mu Youzhishang still didn't believe it, "How did you do it? I clearly saw the sword energy penetrating your body. Is your body an illusion?"

"Your sword energy is too weak. Let me show you what sword energy is!"

Li Muchen opened his hands, and the sword lights that had just passed through his body suddenly appeared behind him, intertwining into a network of swords.

The knife web seemed to be pulled by something.

Then, every blade light and every line on the blade net lit up.

The swordsmen on the deck looked on in shock, dumbfounded.

These sword auras were obviously sent out by them, and even their positions had not changed. They could even identify which sword was made by them.

But how can the sword energy stay?

Not only did they stay, but they became even more dazzling, as if someone was constantly inputting energy, making them stronger.

They saw the man with his arms outstretched and waved his arms forward, as if to drive something away.

The bright network of swords and lights bounced back.

This was the most incredible and shocking scene they had ever seen in their lives, and it was also the last scene in the world they would ever see.

After that, their bodies were torn apart by the knife network and turned into pieces.

The sword energy carved deep marks on the hard deck, as if the grid had been engraved on it after it came out of the shipyard.

Mu Youzhi was so shocked that it was indescribable.

"you you……"

Seeing Li Muchen approaching, Mu Youzhishang's hands kept trembling, and he felt it was difficult to hold the knife tightly.

He lost the courage to wield the knife.

Li Muchen walked past him without even looking at him.

Mu Youzhishang stood on the deck for a long time.

When the setting sun slowly sets from the western horizon, the colorful clouds on the sky and the blood on the deck shine brightly, giving off a brilliant red light.

Mu Youzhishang knelt down, opened his clothes, and held the knife across his abdomen.

He mustered up all his courage, and before nightfall, he used the last knife in his life and cut himself into the abdomen.

"Master..."

……

In the spacious courtyard of the Mitarai family far away in Kyoto, Mitarashi stood under the cherry blossom tree.

This is an evening cherry blossom.

The cherry blossoms in Kyoto have faded long ago, but this late cherry blossom bloomed in September.

This has also become a unique scenery in Mitarai Residence.

However, the life of cherry blossoms is short, the flowering period lasts only half a month, and the late cherry blossoms fade in three to five days.

At this time, the cherry blossoms on the trees are like snow falling.

Mitarashi held out his hand, and a petal fell into his hand.

He sighed: "Oh, thank you for what you deserve!"

A man who looked like a housekeeper walked into the courtyard and bowed: "Sir, Master Jiange has left seclusion."

"Oh?" Mitarashi looked happy and waved, "Let me go see my good brother!"

The cherry blossom petal fell from his hand and fell into the petals on the ground, making it messy and impossible to find.