This is My Juggernaut Journey

"Now I give you the name of purifying hell, and use your knife to cleanse your sins."

The swordsman, who couldn't see his face clearly, moved his nose and replied with a Kansai accent: "Purification Hell? It sounds very suitable for my temperament. How do you want me to kill?"

"Kill it the way you know best."

"Hiss, then you are preparing to set off a bloodbath." The swordsman seemed a little surprised, but the surprise quickly turned into joy, "However, I like it, so it will be as you wish."

Holding the handle of the knife, he slowly sank into the darkness.

"This 'Purification Hell' is not powerful." Ashiya Michimitsu approached.

"It is not necessary to be strong to dislike the filth, but to accumulate the resentment of the dead and the fear of the living. The more the better, nothing is more suitable for this job than the executioner." Amakusa Shiro seemed to have learned to make the best use of everything, snapping his fingers , didn't care about the released mad dog, and walked forward.

There are already two new auras in the ground, they are the heroic swordsman who just came back, and he is still waiting for a reasonable explanation from him.

"Let's go, go and meet Hezhong Hell and Black Rope Hell, these two heroic swordsmen are good choices for you."

"This holy grail game of seven riders against one, let's change our thinking..."

PS: Ahem, this timeline is different.

As for what this existence is, guess what?

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ding ding ding.......

The crisp sound of hammering iron awakened Yuxian from his dream. He touched his head. He was always restrained and didn't feel hungover, but he had been sleeping soundly since returning to Weiming, as if he hadn't entered the mission mode of the reincarnation.

Jumping up, yawning and pushing open the paper door, the girl had already cooked breakfast.

"Ah Xie, can't you sleep in? Actually, I can do it myself." Yuxian is a good cook, but he is not very picky about the food. He opened the lid of the pot and took a look. It turned out that today he ate boiled rice cakes.

The rice cake is accompanied by vegetable leaves and wild boar hunted by the village from the mountains, coupled with the delicious fish soup, it makes people's index fingers move.

"Master Yuxian paid the money for the ingredients, how could Ah Xie do nothing!" The girl who carried her brother on her back was not stubborn.

They don't get paid for nothing, and they don't greedily accept other people's kindness. Leaving aside safety, their family's food is ten times better than before.

Yu Xian, who controlled the wealth of a country, smiled, rubbed the top of the girl's head, and said nothing.He likes people who are grateful, and people who pay more attention to self-improvement. Even a good breakfast is the beginning of strength.

He scooped up a bowl and ate it while blowing. The rice cake was delicious, salty and light, and the craftsmanship was pretty good in his opinion.

"Next time, remember to put the vegetable leaves at the end. This way it looks more green. After the taste is qualified, we must work hard on the color and shape. It would be even better if there are some ginger slices."

"Yeah!" Axie nodded obediently, and was very puzzled, could Master Yuxian really know how to cook?

"I'll cook it for you when I'm free." Yuxian said casually, swallowing the rice cake in two or three strokes, and exhaling hot air that was still smoking white.

Comfortable!

He put down his bowl and chopsticks and stretched his waist. He hasn't been so casual for a long time. Whether it's Wei Mingguo or the Ghost Killing Team, he is a high-ranking general. He can't sit cross-legged with bare feet and talk about mountains with a girl. There is no group of companions who treat each other as equals. It seems that when I returned to Hirata Village, the head of the Ashgaru group with the old and weak guarding the bridge.

Yuxian pushed open the paper door next to him, and the bright sun shone on his face. Outside was a small courtyard piled up with various broken knives, and the one-armed monk was doing morning exercises in the middle.

Baozangyuan Yinshun took off his monk's clothes, and brandished a cross spear with his bare upper body with obvious muscular lines, sweating profusely, giving people the feeling of Fudo Mingwang.

And the stove next to it has been raised, and the sound of "ding ding ding" is continuous, and the swordsman in the morning light yawns.

"Musashi is still sleeping late."

"Well, do you want Ah Xie to call?"

"No need, she will come out later when she smells the smell of rice." Yuxian smiled, turned and walked to the workshop next to her, just as she stepped down the stairs, she happened to meet Qianzi Village head-on.

"Yo, finally woke up, you warriors are really lazy." The swordsmith was wearing a leather apron and was intervening with a handkerchief.

The joke was kind, and Yuzuru didn't suffer from arrogance after being a general for a long time. He shrugged and said, "Recently, life is a little easier. I used to be very busy."

Qianzi Village just couldn't think of how many people's fate Yuxian had shouldered, thought he was bragging, so he didn't take it seriously, and drank the tea handed by A Xie with his head up, and then said:

"Monsters are plotting plots everywhere outside, and you're still relaxed?"

"Relax your mind, don't worry, I'm also trying to find a way to get down to business." Yuxian coughed softly, his face regained his solemnity, "Heroic swordsman must be eradicated, at least none of us can leave this world at will, we are all on the same boat .”

The red-haired young man drank his tea without raising his head: "If you can leave, then don't worry about it?"

"How is it possible, I am a swordsman who kills evil, and I have a serious obsession with cleanliness!"

Looking at each other and smiling, the two of them must be inclined to 'order' according to their camps, and they can only be companions if they are congenial.

Sitting on the next step, Qianzi Cunzheng also calmed down his smile, and asked very seriously: "Then what should we do next?"

"Don't wait for Musashi and Yinshun to discuss together?"

"The old man believes in your opinion more." Qianzicun didn't seem to be joking, he could see that Yuxian was a thoughtful person.

Yuxian took the teacup, thanked Axie, and looked at the monk who was shooting like a dragon in a daze. In fact, he hadn't used his brain much these days, and now he started to spin rapidly.

"If you want to do a good job, you must first sharpen your weapon. The heroic swordsman who kills the incarnation of Suye can't do it with a blunt knife in his hand."

"Open the door" can barely deal with it, but Miyamoto Musashi and Hozoin Yinshun are completely useless, and they will be killed instantly if they cut the heroic swordsman a hundred times.

"This is easy to handle, I will find a way to solve it." It must be a troublesome matter for others, but who is Qianzicun, the number one master knife maker in Japanese history, and the work named "Muramasa" has surpassed it. The sword itself has become a myth in later generations.

"Do you want me to help?" Yuxian suppressed the joy on his face.

"Could you please show me the long knife at your waist, which is in the shape of a small Karasuma."