This is My Juggernaut Journey

"Master Nogami, do you think this is possible?" Yuxian still had a smile on his face, but slowly put his hand on the hilt of his sword.

The current situation has long been expected, and Jian Feng will be blocked if he is too strong. It is better to feign defeat after a few rounds and continue to pretend...

But the way of the sword is to use all your strength within the possible range!

Rather than acting in a duel, he would rather choose another path, anyway, killing a samurai is no different from a bandit!

In an instant, the atmosphere became tense. More than a dozen warriors felt their muscles tense subconsciously. They looked at Nogami Xuanzhai from the corner of their eyes, and only waited for an order to chop the thief into meat.

"Really? That's a pity." Nogami Genzai had no love for talents, and stepped forward with a knife in both hands——

"Let's stop here, Nogami-san."

A slightly immature whisper made more than a dozen warriors stop. They turned their heads and saw a short figure with short hair reaching shoulders and wearing a loose official uniform. He walked on the cobblestone ground with bare white feet. Come on, wave your hands to push back the samurai blocking the way, come to Nogami Xuanzhai, look up at the murderous swordsman.

The pitch-black eyes were so clear that the swordsman recovered from his nervousness, bowed his head and said, "Young Master, you are here."

"Little Lord."

"Master Kuro."

All the surrounding warriors lowered their heads in unison, showing their noble identities.

Little Lord?It turned out to be that royal son.

No matter how fuzzy his memory was, Yuxian did not forget the core of the story. Seeing that the situation had eased, he moved his hand away from the hilt of his sword, and watched the little boy repel the swordsman with his eyes, and walked towards him on two thin legs.

"Young master, don't do it!" Nogami Xuanzhai hurriedly stopped him, glanced at Yuzuru and said: "This person is very powerful, but his origin is unknown."

"Didn't his origins be found out when he was recruited into the Hirata family?" Kuro asked back.

"This..." A group of people were at a loss for words, the identity given by 'that' was of course perfect, even the eighteen generations of Yuzuru's ancestors in this world had already fabricated it. "It may be fake, because such a strong person can never be a wild warrior! This is unreasonable!"

In this troubled world, it is a fantasy plot for the strong to hide in the city. Either they hide in the mountains and cannot come out, or they must have a plan when they come out. Yuzuru's skills are more than enough to apply for a job at Wei Mingcheng's main family.

"Nogami-san, there are indeed many unreasonable things in the world." Jiulang sighed, turned his head to look at Yuxian with piercing eyes, and said in a deep voice: "And with the swordsmanship of this Lord Feicun, I want to defeat you without showing any trace." It shouldn't be difficult for you."

The harsh swordsman raised his brows, and suddenly felt that what the young master said was right, he could see that the other party had not reached his limit.

"So, those who really harbor evil intentions will not expose themselves, just like poisonous snakes always lurking in the dark."

"You are right, young master." Nogami Gensai was not a single-minded idiot either, he decisively admitted his mistake, and waved his subordinates to put their swords into their sheaths.

The people around immediately spread out, revealing the knot in the middle. He stayed at the end of the curtain for a long time, looked at the young man with great interest, then lowered his hands, nodded and said: "Young master, I am very sorry for disturbing you. .”

"I am the one who should be sorry. It is our luck to have a strong man come to serve for the Hirata family and Ashina country."

He looks like a corporal, it's hard to tell if his strength is good or bad, but his IQ and bearing have already passed the standard.

Yuxian sighed in his heart, raised his head a little impolitely, and looked at the other party carefully.

The imperial son who mastered the legendary power of Long Yin was half a meter away. His short black hair fluttered with the breeze, and his eyes were clear and deep. He looked like an ordinary person.And that face is even more difficult to distinguish gender, if it is male, it is very handsome, if it is female, it is exquisite.

Female......

A word buried deep in Yuxian's memory suddenly popped up, and was suppressed in an instant. He lowered his head and maintained humility: "Since the Hirata family has given me food and clothing, I will repay it with loyalty!"

Well, the loyalty of rice balls and clear soup.

No matter how talented Hirata Kuro was, he would never know the hardships of a low-level samurai. Seeing that he didn't look like a fake, he thought that today's misunderstanding had been resolved.

"Miss Fei Cun, I look forward to your performance, and the Hirata family will not be stingy with rewards, let's go down now."

"Yes."

Yuzuru saluted and took three steps back before turning around and leaving. In this evil feudal society, there is no nonsense to talk about. If the superior tells you to leave, you have to leave immediately, and if you slow down by half a step, you will be reprimanded.

The young swordsman left just like that, with his back straight as if he had just arrived, except for the knife marks and shallow pits cut out in the courtyard, it seemed that nothing had happened.Kuro was not as calm as he appeared on the surface, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked away after watching Yuzuru's back disappear into the street.

What a strange breath.

He stretched his brows wide and told Nogami Xuanzhai and others to retreat, and the courtyard where the swords and swords were fighting just now immediately returned to silence.

Bang, boom, boom.

Lu Wei's voice echoed, Jiulang fiddled with his blown hair, came to the pool, looked at the shadow on the water surface and thought hard for a long time but still had no answer, and turned into a soft sigh:

"Wolf..."

call--

The wind seemed to grow louder, making the green bamboo sway, and when Jiulang opened his eyes, there was already a man kneeling in front of him. He was wearing a long knife at his waist, his hair was tied into a small braid, and he raised his head slightly, his eyes full of indifference.

As the name suggests, this is a wolf that ignores everything except its master. For the sake of its master, it can go all the way to Shura Hell.

"My lord, what are your orders?"

A cold voice sounded, cherishing words like gold.

"Did you see the swordsman just now?" Jiulang sat on the stone next to him, shaking his legs back and forth.

"seen."

"How does it feel?"

"Blood." The wolf raised his head and added, "It's the smell of blood. This young man should have experienced the tempering of the Shura field."

Perhaps it is rare to say such a long sentence, the wolf paused, and expressed with his eyes: You'd better not make contact with it.