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

"Master Kenkaku, go and have a look, Master Mitarai is dead!"

The housekeeper was kneeling in the aisle outside the door. The sliding door of the room was half open, and one could see the small but very clean and tidy space inside.

A man was sitting on his knees in the middle of the room with his back to him, motionless.

"Lord Jiange!"

The housekeeper shouted loudly, and there was even a hint of anger in his voice.

"Master Mitarai is dead! Do you really not care?"

"If you die, just die. Sooner or later, he will die. The path he chose is destined to make him unable to live forever." The man finally spoke, not indifferently, but without any emotion.

"But... that's your brother!" The housekeeper was lying on the ground, crying as if it was his own brother who died.

"Then... so what?" Mitarashi Kenkaku asked calmly.

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment and looked at the back of the room in confusion.

He didn't understand why Lord Jiange was so cold and heartless? Will pursuing the highest realm of Tao inevitably lead to the loss of human emotions?

Known as the first real master in Japan to break through the Tao realm in thousands of years, Master Mitarai once said that as long as his younger brother is here, Japan does not need to be afraid.

But now, Master Mitarai is dead, but Master Kenkaku turns a deaf ear. No matter how high the level of Kung Fu is, what's the point?

"Master Kenkaku, even if you disregard the safety of your brother and your clan, have you forgotten the mission of the Mitarai family? Have you forgotten how the name Mitarai came from?"

He saw the figure in the room move slightly.

"His Majesty, Emperor Amaterasu, gave the surname Mitarai in front of the heroic souls at the Summoning Society, and guarded the Soul Summoning Society for generations. Because of this, the Mitarai family is the only one blessed by the power of the heroic sword of the shrine, surpassing many martial arts families, and becoming Japan's most powerful family. First. That’s how you achieved today’s realm and achievements.”

"The murderer went to the shrine. Although I have informed the people of the shrine, if they can't stop him and let him destroy the shrine and disturb the rest of the heroic spirits, how will you face the trust of your ancestors and Amaterasu! grown ups!"

"Sir, if you still refuse to come out, then I will have no choice but to invite His Majesty the Emperor..."

"No need." Mitarashi Sword Tower sighed, and the back like an eternal mountain finally stood up. "Let the warriors resolve matters concerning the warriors. I will guard the Heroic Spirit Sword. After this incident, I will meet with His Majesty Emperor Amaterasu. The mission of the Mitarai family should be over."

The housekeeper was overjoyed and crawled on the ground, his body trembling, and even his voice sounded like he was crying: "Welcome Master Jiange to come out of the mountain!"

Mitarashi Kenkaku slowly turned around. His face was as bright as the autumn sky outside, and his eyes were as clear as the spring water on the mountain. He walked out of the house and looked at the autumn cherry blossoms, but his expression showed a hint of loneliness.

"I still have to use this knife after all."

……

Li Muchen walked slowly on the street, as if admiring the autumn street scene of Chiyoda.

It was his first time here, but he knew the exact location of the famous shrine without asking for directions.

Because his consciousness sensed the powerful soul-calling power.

His speed looks very slow, but in fact it is very fast. Ordinary people on the street will not feel anything when they see him, it is just a mortal figure flashing before their eyes. As for who was in the past, whether it was real or an illusion, in In this busy city, who cares?

The scenery in Kudanzaka Park is good. In a city surrounded by reinforced concrete, it is rare to have such beautiful scenery.

This is the only way to go to the shrine.

The park was empty with no pedestrians or tourists, which was unusual.

Li Muchen smiled and said to himself: "Have the scenic spots been cleared for my arrival? It doesn't need to be so grand, right?"

There are many cherry blossom trees here, most of them have already faded, and their branches are bare. A few branches still have a few broken flowers that refuse to fade away, just like the ambition of an empire that refuses to end after prosperity.

A middle-aged man in a black suit stood in the middle of the road, blocking Li Muchen's way.

Behind him, there was a group of people also wearing suits and standing tall.

"Hey, this is not the place you should come, go away." The man said rudely.

Li Muchen ignored him and walked alone. This kind of person is not qualified to let him take another look.

The man suddenly unbuttoned his suit and took off his clothes, revealing his body fat and dense tattoos.

The people behind him had a look of awe on their faces.

"Hey!" He said with a fierce look on his face, "Get out of here! Otherwise you will die miserably!"

boom!

He flew out all over.

The huge force took the people behind him flying.

As if an invisible bomb exploded in front of them, a group of people flew into the sky and fell down like goddesses scattering flowers.

Li Muchen walked through the middle without even looking at them.

They got up from the ground in embarrassment, watched his back leave, and looked for their boss in a daze, only to find that the boss had turned into a bloody meat cake.

Li Muchen continued to walk forward.

Another group of people blocked his way.

They were similar to the people just now, also in black suits, but the leader was a wretched little man.

Perhaps because of his small stature and lack of oppressive aura, he did not speak arrogantly and domineeringly like the former, but simply pulled out his gun and fired two shots at the young man walking towards him.

He seemed to be very confident in his marksmanship. After shooting, he no longer looked at his opponent. As if he was not interested in the dead man, he blew into the muzzle of the gun, then handsomely put away the gun, turned around, and prepared to close the team.

But when he turned around, he saw a strange expression on the face of the men behind him, and there was fear in his eyes.

"Baga, what are you bastards doing?" he asked angrily.

When he finally realized something was wrong, he quickly pulled out his gun again, turned around as fast as he could, and fired two more shots.

Then, he froze there, his eyes more horrified than the men behind him.

Because he saw two bullets stopped in front of him, spinning rapidly.

The two bullets that had just been fired circled in front and returned to him.

Seven bullets stopped in front of him in the revolving door.

He could smell death.

The young man walked calmly past him without looking sideways, as if he and his men didn't exist.

But he himself cannot pretend that he does not exist, because death is threatening him.

"Bagga!"

He cursed, and he didn't know whether he was cursing the enemy, his stunned men, or his damn fate.

Anyway, this is the last time he curses in his life.

Seven bullets were shot into his body at the same time...