[Comprehensive] Teacher Songyang is always committing suicide

Tianzhaoyuan Naraku suddenly has a former leader who is passive and sabotage.

Because of the oppressiveness, the Narakus did not dare to criticize too much.It is said that ever since the former leader defected and was captured, he joined the Heavenly Daoists.The shogunate turned a blind eye, probably wanting to use him as an intermediary liaison with the Heavenly Daoists.Although sometimes he won't return to Earth for several years, and although no one knows what Xu Zai is doing, he is working hard after all.

When Naraku who reported the letter opened the door of the leader's room, he wanted to poke his eyes blind.

The twelfth generation was leaning against the low table, resting his chin, drinking juice and reading manga.Because the beak of the crow mask is too long, it occasionally pokes into the cup when drinking.

Thirteen Daime sat cross-legged on one side, peeling chestnuts.He was obviously very cramped and didn't know what to do, so he simply put the peeled chestnuts on the plate one by one, neatly arranged, and he didn't know who to eat.

Messenger: Garbage leader, ruin my youth, and you are not allowed to change jobs.

The twelfth generation raised his eyes and saw the messenger, and pointed to the obscurity beside him. The messenger immediately understood, took two steps forward, and leaned into the obscurity's ear to report the progress of the mission.

Regardless of whether there is a task or not, when it comes to nine o'clock, the twelfth generation immediately rolls into the closet and sleeps, regardless of whether there is still action at night.Working in Tianzhaoyuan, wanting to sleep and beauty sleep is simply a fantasy. Assassination has always been closely related to late night, and all Naraku are basically forced to develop the habit of turning day and night upside down.

Songyang slept in the closet for two hours, and caught the movement of the ninja above the room quietly leaving.

Work.

He has been in Naraku of Tianzhaoyuan for hundreds of years, and the way of monitoring by the eyes and ears is still the same.The ninja who monitored him absolutely avoided confrontation with him, but it was really annoying to collect information and pass it on.In order to avoid unnecessary embarrassment, after Songyang disguised himself, he put on the masked clothes of ninjas under the quilt, went down the secret door in the closet, touched the familiar stone wall and pressed it, and then jumped into the dungeon went.

The function of Takasugi’s cell is different from that of Amaterasu-in’s dedicated dungeon. Most of the people detained here are their own people who have made mistakes—kpi’s failing to meet their KPI, talking to their superiors, and other behaviors that violate Amaterasu’s values.I don't know if Oboro did it on purpose, but the detention here is the closest to the headquarters, but there is almost no Naraku guarding it, just like the safest place under the eyes of the enemy.

He walked along the secret passage of the eyes and ears above the dungeon, found where Takasugi was, and jumped into the cell with a small basket filled with medicine.

After bandaging him for the first time, the man's condition did not seem to be as bad as before.In addition to the knife marks on his chest, Takasugi also had several penetrating wounds from the monk's stick, which looked terrible, but they all avoided the vital points.In addition, there are traces of interrogation on his body, and it can be seen that he left his hands.In general, the bloody clothes on Takasugi's body and the flies surrounding him exaggerate the visual effect, but the actual inspection shows that the injury is not too serious.

But Takasugi remained unconscious.As a samurai, such a physique is indeed a bit delicate.But Song Yang thought about it carefully, if it was the gentle and upright Jin Zhu, maybe after his "death", he would rarely hold a knife again.Anyway, he knows how Naraku of Tianzhaoyuan puts hats on people.In order to arrest a person, Tianzhao Academy can make up such a terrible crime.

Songyang stuffed a special pill into Gaoshan's mouth, and poured water for him.Although there will be some side effects of sleeping and muscle relaxation, the effect of promoting blood circulation and healing is very good.In order to prevent accidents, he didn't dare to stay in the cell for too long, and finally took a look at the man's silent sleeping face, jumped up with a small basket, climbed into the dark passage, and returned the same way.

— Get well soon.Then the teacher will take you out immediately.

After the ninja with the medicine basket left, Takasugi waited patiently for another half an hour.

There was a slight sound of the Zen staff tapping the ground in the corridor, with a suggestive rhythm.He rolled over slowly, thrust his fingers into his throat, and retched, spitting out the pill.After pinching it between his fingers and looking at it for a while, the man squinted his long green eyes, crushed the pill under his fingertips, and mixed the powder with the dust beside the wall.

Every movement of his is light and slow, neither fast nor slow.After re-checking the smell of the new medicine in the bandage and confirming that it was not poisonous, he made eye contact with his subordinates who were wearing Naraku costumes and patrolling the past with a monk's staff, and then lay down silently in place.

The green one eye quietly looked at the secret door at the top of the ceiling.That's where the unknown ninja disappeared.

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Today's twelfth generation is not reading manga, but writing letters.

The writing was long and sour. Although the messenger waiting for his reply didn't know that he was writing about a bird, the sour smell of love could be smelled a few meters away.After finishing writing, I rolled up the letter paper and wanted to stuff it into a small bamboo tube.As a result, it seemed that it couldn't fit in, so I had to sit there in a daze.

"...My lord, what do you want to send, this subordinate will help you—"

Twelve Daime raised a finger, meaning to silence him.He put the letter on the candle and burned it to ashes, found a small piece of paper, and began to write again.

The messenger stretched his neck and peered.The twelfth generation was written very quickly. On a piece of white paper, only one person's name, such as Mr. Gu, was written, and then it was rolled up and stuffed into an egg in a small bamboo tube.

Not long after, the twelfth generation took out another note from the small bamboo tube.The handwriting on the note was calm and generous, and compared to the twelfth generation who only dared to write one name, his tone was very frank.

[I miss you too. ]

Then the messenger looked at the twelfth generation who killed like a dog and covered his face.Because she didn't realize that there was a crow mask on her face, and her hands were pierced by the sharp beak, the way she shook her hands looked inexplicably girlish.

Messenger: ... ... it's annoying

"...My lord, Duke Dingding is still waiting for you—"

"Let's go."

The red pupils who turned around returned to indifference.

66666, if the world's greatest general wants to see him, he has to wait until he is in a good mood.

Tokugawa must have summoned him alone, and even specially selected the time when he was out of the mission.Watching the man in the leader's battle uniform walk in slowly, the fat general's eyes were a little dazed for a moment, as if he was thinking of his romantic days in his prime.

"Xu Qing. Although I only summoned you last year, when I saw you today, I always felt like saying goodbye to you for a long time."

That's natural, last year it was the Xu who wore the crow's fur.When Tokugawa Dingding was in office, he presided over the appalling Kanzheng Prison, and his subordinates were stained with blood, and they were also tyrannical.But after all, he is a politician surnamed Tokugawa, and his gaze is not without viciousness.

Song Yang stood quietly in the middle of the room, neither kneeling nor speaking, nor disarming.Tokugawa definitely didn't care, he smiled so that the fat on his face trembled, and said to the surrounding guards: "Family banquet, family banquet, all back down." Then he took the hand of a young man beside him, like a The kind and kind elder greeted Songyang: "Come on, Xuqing, let me introduce you. This is Maomao. You hugged him when you were young."

The phantom has guarded the Tokugawa family for hundreds of years like a shadow warrior. During these hundreds of years, the Tokugawa family has never stopped playing the card of warmth with him. In the end, it almost became a family rule. Every new generation of generals must be thrown to he hugs.

Now that I think about it, it was because the demands behind this kind of gentle behavior were so naked that he never moved him.

The young general looked upright, sitting upright, and bowed first to salute Songyang: "I heard that Xuqing is loyal to the Tokugawa family, and has protected thirteen generations of generals since Tokugawa Momoge's generation. Chuan Maomao will definitely become a good general with the world in mind, in return—"

Tokugawa smiled and grabbed Mao Mao's shoulder to make him sit up straight, saying: "It's fine to be polite, you are a general, don't salute to the servants."

Seeing Songyang standing in the room without saying a word, the crow mask also looked hideously ugly, Ding Ding became more and more unhappy, and waved Mao Mao to go down first.

"Xu Qing," Ding Ding said slowly, "Although you disappeared for a few years, I definitely don't think it's a defection. It's human nature, killing too many people will have a period of burnout, and you will want to take a vacation. So you see, now that you are back, I didn’t punish you, and let you make trouble in the universe. But, when things get serious, there will always be messes that the shogunate can’t clean up.”

The Tokugawa family's sniping arrows are all in this tone, and Songyang's heart is as bright as a mirror before he decides to speak.He didn't say much, and pulled out the ninja sword from the back of his waist, and slowly stroked the back of the sword with his thin white fingertips, as if sensing the emotion of the sword.This small action is exactly the same as Xu, no matter who it is placed on, it means that the intention to kill is really moved.