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At sunset, the last orange rays of the setting sun shone on the peach forest, and the faint light flickered on and off.After the sun falls below the horizon, night falls quietly.

When Yanyue returned to the cabin with my wife Shanyi's collar in hand, both of them were startled by a room full of soldiers.

"...What, what's going on?" My wife Shanyi suddenly rejoiced that she was dragged back by her senior brother, so he had a cover.

The apricot-haired boy clutched one side of Huang Yue's skirt, and shrank most of his body behind another older black-haired boy.

Huang Yue, who was obviously much calmer than his junior brother, calmed down, looked around at the soldiers in military uniforms, and found that they had no hostile intentions.He was slightly relieved, and the black-haired and blue-eyed boy turned his gaze to the only two people sitting in the cabin, "Master, are these people...?"

Cigoro Sangshima, who was restless, immediately stood up, "Yue, Shanyi."

"Grandpa." The apricot-haired boy hiding behind his senior was a little timid, but he still responded to the old man's call.

Hong Xiang, who was also sitting, watched the "moving" meeting of the three masters and apprentices, and tapped the top of the small wooden table with interest, and the "dong dong" sound drew the attention of those people back.

"Old man, let's talk about business."

Sang Dao Ci Wulang wrinkled his old face, and his depressed expression appeared again.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"grandfather?"

Seeing the old man's face smothered, the wrinkles could squeeze a peach, the blond young man decided to speak for him in a considerate manner, "The government of this mountain is going to take it back, please move out as soon as possible, the three of you."

"……Recycle?"

"...move away?"

Doesn't this peach mountain belong to the old man/grandpa?

The two disciples looked at Jigoro Sangshima with suspicious eyes.

The face of the former Mingzhu was lost, the old man said bitterly, "I paid 20 years of rent back then, now the time has come, and the land ownership will be recovered..."

So it's not that officials are bullying others, but that's the way it is.

If the officials didn't take it seriously, Sangshima Cigoro wouldn't let others bully him so casually. After studying for so long, he still understood the nature of his master to some extent.

So the black-haired and blue-eyed boy frowned, "What's the deadline?"

Not to mention that Cigoro Sangshima has lived for more than 20 years, and he has also lived here for several years. It will not be so easy to move in a while.

The blond young man said seriously, "Now, immediately, immediately, immediately."

The apricot-haired boy flinched, "...it's not unreasonable."

There were dozens of people standing in a row in the small wooden house. My wife Shanyi thought that the voice was quite low, and the other party should not be able to hear it.

But the crown prince asked for silence, how could anyone in the army dare to disobey?The room is actually extremely quiet, except for the whistling wind outside, everyone in the room can clearly hear their breathing.

So my wife Shanyi thought the other party couldn't notice the volume, which had already reached the ears of everyone in the room.

Hong Xiang left the chair and motioned to the soldiers by the door to block the way out. The young man approached step by step, looking at the panicked young man, he felt a rare desire to bully others.

"This look is barely strong..." Hong Xiang reached out and lifted my wife Shanyi's bangs, revealing the face of a teenager who has not yet grown up, "There should be noble people in Huajie."

"..."

"If you are rewarded by a few nobles, you can secretly save it. If you are lucky, in a few years, you will be able to pay off the debts of Mr. Sangdao."

"..."

"But don't worry, even if the nobles... well, accidentally die, the money from the one-time sale can plug a lot of loopholes. Your grandpa will thank you very much."

"!!!"

The apricot-haired boy looked at Jigoro Sangshima with horror on his face, as if he was really afraid that his grandfather would sell him to pay off the debt.

"Ahem, this old man won't sell Shanyi!" The old man coughed and hurried to prove his innocence.

Another black-haired boy cast a distrustful look.

Seeing that the two apprentices doubted him, Sang Dao Ci Wulang's tone was a little exasperated, "Yue Yue is too! I won't rely on doing such despicable things!"

"Then, it means paying off the debt." As soon as the blond youth raised his hand, the soldiers who had been waiting in full battle immediately stepped forward, "Take him away."

After Huang Yue escaped from the temple, he knew the existence of ghosts and took the initiative to worship Sang Dao Ci Wulang as his teacher. His intelligence was also recognized by his predecessor Ming Zhu.

Even if he still doesn't use the Rilun Saber, Yan Yue has already mastered several forms of "Thunder Breath". The black-haired boy who just came back from training has an ordinary saber pinned to his waist.

But in this era, there are still many kendo families who practice sword skills with real swords. As long as you don't take the sword into the street ostentatiously, generally no officials will come to arrest you.

What's more, now that we have entered the era of hot weapons, the army following the crown prince is armed with a gun, and the bullets are obviously faster than the sword, so the knife on Huang Yue's waist did not arouse the soldiers' vigilance.

The black-haired boy felt the same way, and he wasn't dissatisfied because the other party looked down on him.On the contrary, the soldier looked down on him like this and let his guard down.

There was a hint of malice in the blue-black pupils, and the finger that was about to hold the knife twitched reflexively.Yue Yue believed that if he used his "breath of thunder" to deal with the soldiers in an instant, he would be able to escape completely.

He doesn't want to be put in prison for debt!

Kuwashima Jigoro knew he was wrong. "Thunder's Breath" was used to hunt ghosts, not to hurt ordinary people. The pride of his predecessor Naruto did not allow him to do so.When the old man and the apricot-haired boy resigned themselves to their fate and surrendered, Huang Yue tensed his muscles silently, preparing to draw his sword.

In order not to attract the attention of the soldiers around him, Huang Yue's hand did not move instantly, but moved slowly towards the handle of the knife.

closer, closer...

The fingertips touched a slightly cool hard object, very good, it's a metal knife handle...?

……

What is the arc of this circle?

The blond-haired youth raised his tone exaggeratedly, "Oh? If you take the initiative to put your hands in front of the handcuffs, then I will have to handcuff you properly!"

After saying that, without giving Huang Yue any time to react, he directly handcuffed the black-haired boy's hands with two "clicks".

"..."

"Yue!?" Sangshima Jigoro exclaimed in surprise.

Neither he nor Shanyi was chained, and the scary-looking soldiers just stood on the sides to prevent them from escaping, without any overstepping behavior.

With his hands handcuffed behind his back, he couldn't touch the handle of the knife at all. The black-haired young man blushed with anger, and said in a hoarse voice, "What do you mean—"

"Ah, he is such a good boy who respects the old and loves the young. Seeing that he was wearing a knife around his waist, he was afraid that the soldiers would suspect him, so he took the initiative to ask for handcuffs. In order to guarantee his master and younger brother, he took himself as a [hostage], which moved me so much. gone."

"Don't talk nonsense!!!" Huang Yue roared, his voice broke.

But it has a taste of trying to cover up.

"Really, Yanyue..." Sang Dao Ciwulang said movedly, "For the sake of old age and Shanyi...you actually wronged yourself so much..."

As his master, of course he knew that Huang Yue was usually such an arrogant child, a little impatient with himself and Shan Yi, but at this juncture he stepped forward to protect his old bones.

The apricot-haired boy grabbed the hem of the old man's clothes, looked at the smiling blond-haired young man holding the red-eyed senior brother over there, and the smiling blond young man holding the handcuffs chain, and at the moving Kuwashima Jigoro beside him, my wife Shanyi He swallowed his saliva and swallowed the words into his stomach.

——The voices in the hearts of the two people over there are very different from the surface.

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In the huge room, a little boy was sitting on the sofa, looking at the book in his hand.

Guiwu Shiwumi has "complete mimicry", he can freely change his appearance, gender, smell, etc., as long as it is visible to the naked eye, he can completely change it.

This is one of the reasons why the Ghost Killing Team has been unable to find Wu Mi for a hundred years.

And this little boy is one of Gui Wu Shi Wu Mi's mimics.

The little boy is the adopted son of a drug dealer. Wu Mi sneaked into the drug dealer in order to read medical books and develop a drug to overcome sunlight.

As the king of ghosts, Wu Mi can turn humans into ghosts with his own blood, and control the opponent's abilities.

When each ghost is formed, Wu Mi will impose a restriction on the new ghost-as long as you tell your own information, you will be destroyed by the collapse of your body.

In addition, you can also read the ghost's thoughts when you are close to the opponent, but the farther you are, the less obvious it is, and you can only feel its approximate direction and position.

But looking at the little boy's expression, it seemed that he was the only one who was reading attentively.

However, in front of the sofa, there was another person kneeling on one knee.

The long black and red hair is tied into a high ponytail, which hangs down from the back. Unlike the boy in the suit, the man kneeling on one knee is wearing a traditional Japanese gown, with a long knife pinned to his waist, with lowered eyebrows and eyes. Respectful look.

"Hei Si Mou." Although the tone was cold, the boy's voice was still immature.

The man called Hei Si Mou showed no disrespect. He still knelt in front of the boy, motionless, "The subordinate is here."

"Recently, there have been many ghosts disappearing in Tokyo City." In fact, the disappearance of some little ghosts usually does not attract the attention of Oni Wushi Wuyou at all, but this time...even the breath of Xia Xianyi disappeared instantly without warning.

He has a little bad feeling.

Hei Si Mou didn't answer, he lowered his head, waiting for the ghost king's order.

Sure enough, Guiwu Shiwuyan gave him an order, "Go to Tokyo City and check it out."

"Yes, my lord."

The man raised his head, removed the upper and lower four mimetic eyes, and the two middle pupils were engraved with [上编][一].

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There is still some distance between Taoshan and the government.

The person has already been obtained, so what should I do next?

However, the old man talked a lot, Hongxiang paid a little more attention to Sang Dao Ci Wulang, such as "Is the old man tired", "Is the old man cold", "Is the old man thirsty"... Let the former Naruto Goodwill soared.

"Huh? Mister Sangshima used to teach kendo." Starting with the real sword on Huangyue's waist, the former Naruto boasted that he was also a master of kendo.

Although a leg was broken, the old man's strong demeanor was still the same, and his white beard fluttered in the wind. Kuwashima Jigoro slightly cut down on the deeds of hunting ghosts, and talked about his past.

It's the beginning of "Thinking about the time--".

Huang Yue, who was turned against the general, was silent all the way, and Hongxiang was strictly guarded by soldiers. There was no space around the black-haired boy, which was far less pleasant than the atmosphere around the old man.

Speaking of excitement, the blond young man's tone became a bit more cheerful, "Do you really have thunderous sword skills? My father likes kendo quite a lot, but the kendo teacher hired by a lot of money last time turned out to be a showman. He ran away after taking the money, with little success." They can't be taught."

Sure enough, Sang Dao Ci Wulang took the bait, "A lot of money?"

Hong Xiang said a number.

The heartbeat of the old and young people around me suddenly accelerated!

The former Mingzhu, who had never been so short of money like today, asked anxiously, "Dare to ask... Is your father still looking for a Kendo teacher?"

Although the breathing method is not a righteous school, it is also a sword skill passed down from generation to generation.Even though he hasn't held a sword for many years, Ke Sangdao Cigoro thinks that his sword skills are still good enough to teach an ordinary person more than enough.

"Mr. Sang Dao's sword skills are very good. If you pass the test... I will help you pay back the rent you owe." Hong Xiang suggested with a tentative tone after thinking about it.

The old man naturally agreed.

But my wife Shanyi's expression was a little subtle.

While Jigoro Kuwashima bowed his head to suppress his excitement, the blond-haired young man raised his finger at the apricot-haired boy who seemed to have seen through something, and made a gesture of silence.

My wife Shanyi who heard everything: "..." Grandpa!Wake up!You seem to be sold!