It's Very Easy to Fill in Next Time

"Okay, then I won't go around in circles anymore." Fujiwara Shusaku said indifferently: "My adopted son, Fujiwara Matsudaira died, and the body that turned around today was just brought back from the morgue in the hospital, and the head hasn't been sewn on yet."

As soon as the voice fell, many people immediately showed indignant expressions.

The Fujiwara family has five murder knives. Besides Fujiwara Shusaku, there are four adopted sons. It hurts very much.

"What do you say?"

Immediately someone stood up.

"Of course it's revenge, why not kill him back!"

Someone also spoke.

"Revenge depends on the situation. I don't know anything at the moment. How do you retaliate?"

"Then check it out!"

"I checked, but there was no result. People over there insisted that it was the demon cat who caused the disturbance!"

"The second-rate organization of the Kanto United, you can believe what a few hooligans say! What kind of demon cat, do you think you are watching Hundred Stories!"

"It's all the money, Songping died in the alley, no one saw and no one paid attention, where are you going to find the murderer!"

"It must have something to do with the Sanada group. You'll know if you capture his leader and torture him!"

"Who from the Sanada group... came here early in the morning, and now he is kneeling outside the door. He insisted that it was the demon cat who made the trouble, and he didn't know."

"I don't know? It's ridiculous! Even if you don't know anything, why don't you do nothing?"

"What do you want, take a knife and kill a river of blood? Aren't you afraid that the shogunate will find you!"

"I think you are scared out of your wits by the shogunate. We warriors, when have we been afraid of the hounds raised by the shogunate!"

"It's not the shogunate that I'm afraid of, but you, a mad dog who doesn't turn back after being beaten, will lose face to the Fujiwara family even if you go out."

"It's ridiculous, you think others don't know that the Fujiwara family broke a knife? The 300-year-old samurai glory has been eaten up by your wolf-hearted dog!"

"The glory of the samurai will last forever, but it has nothing to do with your actions. The Fujiwara family still has four swords. I'm afraid that other families will say big things!"

"you……"

"Humph!"

The people present were divided into two factions, one advocated high-profile revenge, and the other advocated a secret investigation.

Amidst the quarrels and arguments, a voice suddenly appeared.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Shusaku Fujiwara was drinking soup happily.

The sound was not loud, but it made the backbone of the disciples at the scene shut their mouths, like a group of noisy monkeys, not daring to look directly at the yawning tiger.

"It's such a beautiful thing to drink soup." Fujiwara Shusaku smashed his mouth: "It's not salty or bland, and the ginseng chicken soup tastes really good."

He paused...

"You guys, stop arguing?"

"Keep arguing, keep arguing."

No one answered, avoiding their eyes, bowing their heads in silence.

"Since there's nothing to say, let's go. This matter is my family's business before the Fujiwara family. I will take care of it."

The crowd obeyed and retreated in response.

Soon there were only two people left in the room.

"Ashin, what do you think?" Patriarch Fujiwara asked.

"The thing about the demon cat is probably not fake." The young man in blue clothes, Fujiwara Nobuo said: "I went to ask the geisha in the shop, and they spoke very uniformly, but it didn't seem like they were deliberately silenced. I probably don’t have the skills to do such delicate things.”

"Then what do you think..."

"The third brother was not killed by a demon cat." The young man affirmed: "The knife in his hand is an ancient knife in the collection of the Fujiwara family. It has beheaded a demon cat. When I was studying abroad in Daming, I used it when I was out in the wild. Tiger, it is not an ordinary ancient knife, it can deter ferocious cats."

"But this knife is also broken."

"Exactly, so it is absolutely impossible for it to be broken by the demon cat. The wound on the third brother's neck also proves that he most likely died of..."

The young man flicked his fingers silently, and the cup in front of him was suddenly cut in two, and the tea water overflowed from the gap.

"Sword Qi?" Fujiwara Shusaku's face sank like water: "It's a swordsman."

"Ordinary sword energy can't easily cut steel and iron. After entering this realm, we feel that the sky is high and the earth is far away... We must take precautions. As for revenge, we have to think long-term."

"That's right, you look like a general." Fujiwara Shusaku praised him, but he didn't show a good face.

"Thank you father for the compliment, but I still have a lot of shortcomings." Nobu Fujiwara dare not take the credit.

"Songping's funeral should be carried out in a low-key manner. He already lived a very poor life."

"Yes……"

"Also, don't forget to be prepared." Fujiwara Shusaku looked solemn: "This Saturday is the engagement ceremony of you and Beichen's daughter, this matter is more important than anything else, and it is the top priority class!"

Nobu Fujiwara pondered slightly.

"What about the answer?"

"Yes."

When Fujiwara Shusaku saw the submissive Fujiwara Nobu, he looked a lot more pleasing to the eye.

"The daughter of the Beichen family is absolutely worthy of you. I don't know why you are hesitating."

"I..." Fujiwara Nobu hesitated, "After all, we haven't even met before."

"Children love each other, heroes are short-tempered, and if you want to achieve great things, marriage is just a bargaining chip." Fujiwara Shusaku scolded: "The Beichen family has produced several generations of swordsmen, and now the backstage is the shogunate. This matter is very important to the Fujiwara family! You are not allowed to make your own decisions, understand!"

"Yes." Fujiwara Shin stood up and bowed, bowed his head and bowed his head. He didn't stand upright until his father left the meeting room, and sighed deeply.

……

Sanada Jiichi knelt and sat outside the door of Fujiwara's house.

Fujiwara Matsudaira is dead.

He was in big trouble, he actually couldn't figure out why Fujiwara Matsudaira, who could cut even monsters, died quietly in the alley.

But the matter has come to this point, he has to admit that he can only resort to the oldest and most useful methods.

——Dogeza.

Just waiting in such a dazed and remorseful manner, the passing of time gradually eroded his heart.

He knelt for a long time.

Finally, as if his prayer had been confirmed, he heard footsteps, raised his head, and the door opened.

The man stood at the door, looking down at him condescendingly, as if staring at a dying person or a begging dog.

He didn't say anything, and dropped a bowl of chicken soup.

"Drink it..."

Sanada Kichiichi's throat rolled, he wondered if there was poison in it, but he didn't dare to ask, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, but when he thought that he would die if he turned around and left, he bite the bullet and looked up to drink the bowl of chicken soup.

After he finished the bowl of chicken soup, Fujiwara Shusaku's eyes changed slightly.

"Not bad...a bit of quality."

"Come in with me if you want to live, and I will give you a tattoo."

Chapter 52 Rouge Thrush

【0: 9】

"hateful!"

Liu Shengshuangyue swung her sword, and in the white mist space she visualized, her sword speed had already exceeded her own limit, it could be said that her sword was as bright as mine.

Anyone who dares to approach her within a few steps will be chopped into offal.

Even so, she still couldn't touch each other's corners.

In the bloody battle that lasted more than ten days, she thought she had made fast enough progress. After dying hundreds of times, she completely adapted to the feeling of winning or losing with a real sword.

But she found that although she was making progress, the other party's progress was far faster than herself.

With each passing day, the strength of the Ronin swordsman in this idea becomes stronger.

After fighting for so many days, her heart was almost worn out.

Zero bar ten every day!Anyone who changes it will have a mentality explosion!

"I don't believe it anymore!" Liu Shengshuangyue said in a low voice, "Today I must let you see some color!"

The swords of the two sides collided, just like two silver dragons intertwined and rubbing together, bursting out sounds and sparks.

She didn't have much strength left, and out of loyalty, she let go of the weapon in her hand, rushed forward, and slammed into the opponent's arms.

No thought of new Yin flow, no knife to take!

She tried to snatch the opponent's weapon.

When clasping the opponent's wrist with both hands, she was overjoyed, thinking that she had succeeded, but suddenly she felt a pain in her lower abdomen.

Although Wudao grabbed the opponent's wrist so that the opponent could not swing the sword, she ignored the scabbard hanging around her waist.

The scabbard hit her abdomen, not only pain, but also a tingling sensation. The true qi rushed in and bumped back and forth in her lower abdomen, which shocked her sea of ​​qi and blocked the flow of zhenqi. Destroyed her violent state.

Liu Shengshuangyue's eyes were wide open, she gritted her teeth, her cheeks were flushed, she was obviously ashamed and annoyed.

But the faceless ronin raised his sword disapprovingly.

"Played well."

Sa——

【0: 10】

[Beep beep... end of visualization]

The white mist faded, and Liu Shengshuangyue stood in the dojo dripping with cold sweat. She was in a daze for a while, then stomped her feet fiercely, picked up the wooden stick, and beat the wooden stake dummy together, venting her frustration in a stormy manner.