I am not a half-breed who masters the Eight Wonders

After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Masamune applauded first, followed by everyone else.

"It's good that you're here, sit down quickly, it's really hard for you to check the safety matters yourself in such a windy and rainy day." Mr. Masamune said.

Yuan Zhisheng said that this is what he should do, and then sat back in his seat.

The entire main hall was suddenly extremely quiet, and it didn't know when it started to rain outside, and the sound of the rain pierced through the roof of the shrine, and the slightest sound entered my ears.

Mr. Masamune, who was sitting on the main seat, adjusted his kimono, his eyes were cloudy like a deep pool, and the edge of the blade was hidden in it, hidden and invisible.

"You must have heard about what happened last night."

"I have been the head of the family for ten years. During the ten years, I have been honored to know you, honored to be recognized by you, and honored to bear this history with you. These years have passed without complaint or regret."

"Many of you present here know that I was not born in Japan. It is an unexpected honor for me to be elected as the head of the family."

"So in the past ten years, I have worked hard. Although I have occasionally dereliction of duty and lost a lot of territory, I have finally kept the ancestral precepts of the Snake and Ba Family."

"We have never forgotten our creed. The Eight Snake Qi Clans have survived from ancient times to guard the gate of the dragon and never allow the dragon to be resurrected in the world!"

Speaking of this, the people around became excited, and some young people's blood surged up, wishing to throw their heads on the spot and sprinkle their blood for the Snake Qi Bajia.

Only a few mature guys were silent. Combined with what Mr. Masamune said at the beginning, they obviously thought of something.

Mr. Masamune's eyes shot out two sharp lights, which are completely opposite to the old man's sharpness: "However, just last night, when our director of the executive bureau, Yuan Zhisheng, was carrying out the task of cleaning up the ghosts, he witnessed it with his own eyes. Awakening of an ancient dragon!"

There was a commotion in the hall, and everyone showed a look of panic, and seemed a little at a loss.

For a long time, although the Eight Snakes have taken dragon slaying as their mission, there is no recovery of dragons in the tiny island country of Japan, so what these so-called elites usually do most is to encircle and suppress fierce ghosts and manage gangsters. Business.

This kind of life has numb their fighting spirit. Although the dragon blood in their bodies reminds them of the existence of dragons all the time, more of them regard dragon blood as a symbol of nobility.

It's like a noble in the Edo period.

At this time, I suddenly told them: the time has come to fulfill the mission, and it is time to die for the cause of dragon slaying.

Most of them will not rush to the battlefield with swords in hand, but pack up their things and run away.

The so-called hybrids are sometimes less bloody than traditional warriors.

Mr. Masamune clapped his hands, quelled the commotion, and continued: "A dragon, a first-generation species, and even a dragon king are lurking in Tokyo, but we not only failed to prevent its recovery, but also failed to prevent its harm to our ancestors." .”

"The moment it woke up, a hundred miles around was turned into a sea of ​​flames, and one-third of the Chiyoda area fell. If it wasn't because of the distance, even His Majesty the Emperor would have been buried in this disaster."

"This incident is my dereliction of duty."

Saying this, Mr. Masamune stood up and bowed deeply.

Elders with status in other families bowed down immediately, and the younger generations followed suit.

The Bajia of Sheqi practiced a very ancient family system, and the status of the patriarchs was unshakable.

Now Mr. Masamune actually bows to them, no matter what the purpose of the gift is, it is not something they can afford.

Mr. Masamune straightened up: "Although I have neglected my duty, I still hold the position of master. This incident is special. Members of the Eight Snakes must obey orders."

"The emperor and the prime minister have sealed off the territory. Even if we dig three feet into the ground, we must find each other and kill them to comfort the ancestors and make up for the mistakes we made due to negligence!"

The rest of the Patriarchs leaned down together: "Yes!"

After the meeting, all the five major families dispersed, only the head of the family, Yuan Zhisheng, and the head of the Uesugi family were left in the main hall.

Erika sat beside Yuan Zhisheng by the corner of her clothes, Yuan Zhisheng rubbed her head and connected her to the monitor.

The sound of punching to the flesh resounded in the main hall.

Yuan Zhisheng sat opposite the elders and poured a cup of tea for each other at the same time.

The Japanese tea ceremony originated in Chaozhou, Guangdong, but it is unconventional, and Yuan Zhisheng has also dabbled in it.

Sipping tea, Tachibana Masamune asked, "How is that child Sakura?"

Yuan Zhisheng grinds the tea carefully, which is a process that tests patience: "I woke up before I came, and the doctor didn't find out any problems. It should just be a coma caused by the coercion of the Dragon King."

"Dragon King..."

Tachibana Masamune sighed. To be honest, if he hadn't experienced the familiar majesty last night, he would never have believed that the Dragon King would be revived in Tokyo.

After all, the dragons that have been revived here from ancient times to the present are extremely rare even in the next generation.

Japan, after all, is a tiny country.

Tachibana Masamune drank the tea in one gulp, and then praised: "Facing the Dragon King, you can still retreat completely. You are so young, you have grown up."

Yuan Zhisheng paused imperceptibly: "It's all because of your good teaching."

He didn't choose to tell the story of Gu Bei, because it sounded too far-fetched.

The revived Dragon King was pressed on the head by a man who didn't know if he was of mixed race for half an hour, and then he was knocked out. Who would believe such a thing?

Moreover, the revival of the Dragon King is already an unbearable event for the Bajia of Sheqi. If there is another mysterious character with unknown heels but who can rival the King of Dragons at this time, the Bajia of Sheqi will probably be blown up.

In Yuan Zhisheng's conception, Gu Bei and Dragon King are on opposite sides, and there is no threat to Sheqi Bajia at all, but Sheqi Bajia doesn't think so.

In the perception of the left, this potential threat was nipped in the bud.

Although Mr. Masamune was regarded as Yuan Zhisheng's adoptive father to a certain extent, Yuan Zhisheng did not inherit Mr. Masamune's ideas on this point alone.

So Yuan Zhisheng chose to conceal Gu Bei's existence, falsely claiming that he escaped from the Dragon King with Sakura.

As for the mysterious person who saved him, if he is destined to meet again, Yuan Zhisheng will thank him face to face.

The two of them tasted the tea silently, and did not put down the cup until the water bottomed out.

Yuan Zhisheng stood up and waved to Erika: "Then I will take my leave first, there is still a lot of work in the executive board."

Tachibana Masamune nodded, and said: "Stay with Eriyi more, although...but when the Dragon King is found, it is inevitable that she will contribute."

Yuan Zhisheng tightened the new knife in his hand, nodded: "I know, old man."

Erika looked at the two suspiciously, not understanding why they mentioned her name.

In the mountains on the outskirts of Osaka.

This is a big house in the mountains. In front of the big house is a mountain stream and a delicate bridge. Beautiful girls in kimonos welcome and send off guests by the bridge. Waiters wearing Indian turbans come and go to carry luggage for guests.

In the chilly spring, the men getting out of the car put their arms around the enchanting women in furs. The women's high heels knocked on the stone slabs of the mountain. They tried their best to walk gracefully, buttocks and thighs under tight skirts were stretched tightly.

There were men in suits loitering around the front and back of the big house.

They opened their arms, revealing the handles of their guns. They were heavy tactical pistols produced by Israel's "HS Precision Company". They used large-caliber Magnum bullets, which could penetrate even police body armor.

But the distinguished guests didn't feel uneasy, because as long as they didn't violate the rules here, they were absolutely safe, and these men were protecting them.

But if someone makes trouble in the bliss hall, these men will quickly turn into ferocious beasts.

This is the Paradise Hall.

This is the lair of ghosts.

There is a top-level Japanese-style suite on the top floor of the Bliss Pavilion, where men sing and walk under the moonlight:

"Tired and tired, the hairpin is a testament, which the Son of Heaven personally gave in the past;

Don't remember the style, talk to him, and be kind to you for a while;

Returning hairpins to Linqiong, three thousand weak water east, clouds red again;

The moon shadow has long since melted away, and there are many ways to go;

Lost the way, looking back is empty. "

The man puts on white powder, sings and dances, as bright and graceful as a rare dancer, and the beauties in the world's population will be eclipsed in front of him.

"It seems that you are in a good mood."

A gloomy voice from the corner broke the glamorous scene.

The pale face of the man in the corner is chilling, but if you look closely, you will find that it is a Noh mask. On the mask is a smiling face of a public servant. His face is pale, his lips are bright red, his eyes are drawn with thick black eyeliner, and even his teeth are thick. black.

"Of course." The situation is rare, and it is rare for Yuan Zhinv to communicate calmly with the man in the corner, "After all, someone burned the sin and brought justice to come."

Yuan Zhinv kept moving, the enchanting red light cut off half of the Noh mask like flowing water, and landed on the king's throat, just a little force can decapitate him.

The king did not hide, and there was no need to hide.

Yuan Zhinv didn't kill him either, because he had already killed the general countless times, but every time a new general appeared in front of him.

General Wang said calmly: "It was not people who burned down Jingguo, but a dragon."

"So what, it has nothing to do with me."

Yuan Zhinv gently retracted the knife, and returned to the original position step by step. She picked up a flower in her plain hand and used it as a hairpin to tie up her hair.

"Your elder brother escaped from the hands of the Dragon King," the general Wang straightened the remaining half of his mask, his tone playful, "Aren't you wondering how he escaped?

"The one who is weaker than you..."

"...Big Brother..."

A red light flashed, and a large head rolled to the ground. Yuanzhinv shook off the blood on the blade, wiped it clean with a cotton cloth, picked up the long knife, and looked at the bright moonlight.

"Is there such a thing..."

"Looks like I'm going to Tokyo."

61. Be My Spirit

The inner scene is the aggregation of the mental image world of all the people in the world, and it is also the mental image world of the world itself.

It knows all the secrets of this world, exists in the past and the future at the same time, and has insight into cause and effect.

This thing has the same effect as the human consciousness "Alaya", but there are also some differences.

The interior scene does not change due to personal will, but it changes all the time.

In a sense, as long as one masters the power of inner scene, it may be only one step away from becoming a god.

However, no matter if it's Qimen, easy numbers, static skills, meditation...

In essence, these methods are the keys to unlock the same interior scene, rather than the method of truly mastering the interior scene.

Gu Bei's static powers reached concentration, and as soon as he entered the interior scene, he saw Chang Wei calling blessings.

Nonsence.

It's INT Fireball hitting Norton.