This is My Juggernaut Journey

It is impossible for inhuman physical strength to feel 'the body is being hollowed out'. He glanced at the ceiling for a while, then turned his head to look to the side. Seeing that the beautiful woman under the quilt was no longer there, he scratched his head and sniffed the bed a few times. The faint fragrance seemed to be reminiscing the aftertaste of last night. At this moment, when he heard the sound of pulling the door, Yong Zhen was already fully dressed and waiting at the door.

After all, the girl is also an inhuman second stage, and the situation of being unable to get out of bed does not exist.

Yuxian got up from the bed, Yongzhen changed his clothes with a pile of clothes in his arms, and his movements were slow, not long after, he saw his current appearance in the mirror.

The top is purple and the bottom is gray, and there is another blue feather weaving on the outside. This is a new dress after a long absence.

"That's right, why does it look like I've become more handsome?" Yuxian turned around in the mirror, and found that he looked more and more like Xian Chong now.

"That's because Mr. Husband doesn't like to take care of himself very much, and he doesn't have time to take care of himself." Yongzhen smiled, took 'Open the Door' and 'Strike Shadow' from the knife holder on the wall, and handed them over with both hands.

Yuzuru took it, cut the immortal to the left waist, and then cut the murderous love knife to the right waist. There are long swords on the left and right, which looks a little strange.

But Yongzhen didn't pay attention to these details, and tidied up the wrinkles on Yuxian's clothes, and led him to the dining room.

Breakfast is miso soup, pancakes and grilled fish, and a plate of radish kimchi as a side dish. Yuzuru sat down and said with some embarrassment: "I should have made breakfast, and I haven't made it for a long time during the journey." After dinner."

Yuzuru's craftsmanship is quite good, almost professional, but it's a pity that he hasn't done it for a long time.

It is too busy, but also because there is no one worth doing.

"I don't know what the customs were in the world you used to be, but in this Weiming country, it's better for me to do it." Yongzhen smiled, but felt that Yuxian was very strange.

That's right, in this wicked feudal society, how can there be a dignified man who cooks himself.

Yuxian, who grew up under the red flag, shook his head, thinking carefully, getting farther and farther away from the past, this may be the last few habits.

He drank the taste-enhancing soup, and twisted another piece of fish meat. Sure enough, Yongzhen honed his skills in his spare time, and the taste was quite good. Yuxian ate a few more pieces, and gently put down his chopsticks.

"What's the matter? Is the concubine's cooking not to my liking?"

"No, I'm just sighing." Yuxian raised his head and glanced at the large room. The bright sunlight was shining from the outside, and he could vaguely see the dust floating in the light. The ending, it makes me nervous."

"You did set off a bloodbath, but have you ever killed someone who made you unforgettable?"

Yuxian was stunned for a moment, then shook his head firmly: "Absolutely not."

"Then be calm, even a monk who eats vegetarian food and recites Buddhism will encounter disaster." Yong Zhen said a few words, and the swordsman hesitated for a short time.

Breakfast was quickly finished in peace, and when Yongzhen was cleaning up the dishes, Yuxian raised his knife.

"Are you going to Weiming City today?" Yong Zhen asked.

"No, you study the gift I brought back at home, I'll—" The swordsman walked to the door, turned half of his body, "Go and reason with people outside the city."

PS: The time of Musashi has been moved forward a little bit, and it should be regarded as the one from the wanderer. Anyway, the name Miyamoto Musashi means too much.

Chapter 270 Seven You Don't Understand the Preciousness of Life!

Early in the morning, the castle town was already buzzing with people. So many outsiders are trouble, but they are also business opportunities. The locals can make a lot of money by selling some pancakes. The key is that these samurai masters dare not draw their swords to cut people , because people who suffer from unclean disease will always die silently at night, and then hang their heads on the city tower to dry.

Jiulang has grown up long ago and understands that besides Huairou, there are thunder methods, otherwise there is no difference between a ronin and a bandit, and naturally there is a minion by his side who kills people secretly. Sekiro is stronger than anyone else in Weiming.

The gate of Weiming City opened with a "creaking" sound, and the city tower that was blasted by the Nanban cannon had been repaired, and there were soldiers standing on it.

"The door is open?"

The warriors who bought the pancakes all stopped, because the gates of the city were usually not opened except for transporting grain and grass. Could it be that the old men of Wei Ming finally knew to come out for a walk?

The gate opened a gap, and what came out was not warriors in helmets and armor, and there was no large group of people to clear the field. It was just a swordsman in blue, with his hands on the hilt of his waist, and walked out of the gap alone.

The visitor is not tall, with a casual expression, and the white face does not need to look like a baby, but the bustling morning market is instantly quiet, because the visitor is undisguisedly exuding breath, like a moving mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and as long as you dare to come Everyone in Weiming could distinguish this breath.

Gollum.

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded, they knew who was coming, and then stayed where they were, no one dared to speak wildly, because that kind of brainless guy would have died long ago.

'Will no idiot come up and slap me in the face? '

Yuzuru walked out of the city gate with the long knife in his hand, and then walked through the narrow road in the castle town. If someone blocked the way, just stare at him, and the latter would immediately jump away in a hurry.

uninteresting.

The swordsman shook his head, he couldn't even bear the momentum, these people must have come to Weiming to make fun of him.

But it was impossible for him to search for them one by one, so he pulled out Xiying's scabbard, punched the ground, and shouted:

"I am the Yuzuru Himura you are looking for, and I am here to issue an announcement to you: From today, Ashina Castle Town issued a ban on knives, and no outsiders are allowed to bring long knives into the streets. Those who violate it——"

"Kill without mercy!"

His voice was cold, but there was an undeniable taste. He only had 20 days of vacation, so he didn't have time to be patient with this group of people.

There was a moment of silence, but it really caused a strong backlash.

"Why!?"

"Do you really think you are invincible!?"

The sword is the life of the samurai. In the future, Japan even broke out a war to ban the sword. The knot swept away, and the crowd was excited, while those merchants hid to watch the show. God knows how many strange versions will be circulated in the future.

But Wei Mingguo is Yuxian's home, in order to protect her when he is not around, Yuxian doesn't mind more ghost stories.

Clang...

The blade slashed across the carp's mouth, making a rustling sound of metal friction, which stopped all kinds of cursing and made the air freeze. Yuxian didn't have a mouthful, and just looked around with the knife in one hand.

"Three options, either leave Wei Ming, or remove the knife, or—"