"Sir, should we go back and report to His Highness (Minamoto no Raikō) first, or should we go directly to the Left Minister's Residence?" The samurai who spoke was Usui Sadamitsu's assistant, and he couldn't help but ask as soon as they left the Prince's Residence.
Seeing with his own eyes the death of two of the Four Heavenly Kings, this person who had always believed in him couldn't help but feel timid.
Given the current situation, even Lai Guanggong would find it difficult to suppress it. He could only ask the Left Minister for help.
"Bastard, we are His Highness's retainers. Is it appropriate to go directly to the Left Minister's Residence?" Usui Sadamitsu's mind was in a mess. He didn't care about the panic of his subordinates and only scolded, "Besides, can the Left Minister meet us as he pleases?"
To put it bluntly, Minamoto no Raiko himself was a retainer of the Fujihara family.
The Left Minister, Fujiwara Daoist, was, in fact, the number one person in Japan. How could he be taken lightly?
"I'm sorry, my lord …" The deputy immediately understood and said shamefully.
"Let's go see His Highness first, and then His Highness will report to the Left Minister." Usui Sadamitsu glanced at him. "Don't talk nonsense, and don't even mention splitting the troops."
"Don't fall for Nakata's tricks again. You and I will go together."
"Hi!"
Usui Sadamitsu was running on the street with dozens of people. It wasn't that he didn't want to ride a horse or an ox cart, but it might be a taboo to ride a horse in the Heian Capital. Both the Fujiwara Prefecture and the Prince's Mansion were located in the area where the nobles gathered. It would be a waste of time to look for a horse or an ox cart now.
These were all warriors who had been through hundreds of battles. When it came to short-distance raids, it was naturally not a problem for them. All of them were covered in blood, and their killing intent surged out. The passersby they met on the way all retreated in panic, making way for them.
After running for a short distance, he was already out of the Prince's Mansion. A bridge appeared in front of him, which was the only way to Minamoto no Raiko's Mansion.
After crossing this bridge, they would be able to see the outer wall if they walked a short distance ahead.
Usui Sadamitsu suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, which made him slow down.
"My lord?"
Stopping in his tracks, Usui Sadamitsu no longer felt uneasy. He suddenly felt that he was too timid. Could it be that after what happened just now, he, one of Lai Guanggong's Four Heavenly Kings, was scared to this extent?
This was simply a disgrace!
Thinking of this, he said, "Continue!"
Although he didn't understand what his master was thinking, he immediately obeyed and replied, "Yes! My Lord! "
They arrived at the bridge in the blink of an eye. Not only were there no pedestrians, but there were also only this group of warriors nearby. On the quiet bridge, a few withered leaves were blown by the wind. In the cold wind, there seemed to be someone crying.
As soon as he stepped onto the bridge, Usui Sadamitsu realized that something was wrong and drew his sword.
"Pu!" A figure flipped out from under the bridge. In an instant, he leaped onto the bridge. With a flash of his blade, the originally dull wooden blade reflected a bloody glow under the sunlight.
Under this light, Usui Sadamitsu's eyes narrowed, and fear surged in his heart.
At the same time, an urgent voice sounded, "Wait!"
However, the saber light did not hesitate. At this moment, his assistant's hand, which was already half-covered, rushed forward to intercept it. There was a "pu" sound and the sound of cloth tearing. His body did not even have the ability to block it. The saber light cut through half of his body and continued to slash down.
"Buzz!" Usui Sadamitsu's katana had already been blocked, and a green light shield suddenly rose from his body. It seemed to be a light shield, blocking the katana outside.
"Pfft!" The saber light only needed to block for a moment before it cut through the light barrier and continued to slash down.
When Usui Sadamitsu received this blow, half of his face was sliced open, and a round eyeball fell out of his eye socket!
Even so, Usui Sadamitsu, who only had one eye, could clearly see the attacker's face the moment he felt the pain.
It was Yamada Shinichi!
Usui Sadamitsu looked at the young warrior, and did not even have the time to react. His entire body was thrown backwards, and he fell heavily onto the ground. Fresh blood gushed out, dying the entire bridge red.
"Kill!"
Without hesitation, the German army's so-called blitzkrieg used lightning strikes to crush the enemy's resistance, causing them to be unable to work together. This time, it was the same.
Pei Zi Yun was well-versed in the art of war, and had truly integrated the essence of his martial arts into his martial arts.
"Pu pu pu" The saber light was incessant. Pei Zi Yun charged forward at an extremely fast speed, waving his long sword. Every time the saber light flashed, there would be cries of agony and blood splattering everywhere, followed by various limbs.
By the time he had killed his way through, more than ten of the fifty samurai had already fallen. Only then did they regain their senses from the sudden attack. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they were about to fight for their lives.
"Stop!" A voice came from the river again, as if it had some sort of magical power. The bodies of the thirty samurai froze.
Ignoring the stench of blood that filled his nose, Pei Zi Yun looked down at the pile of corpses that had died with grievances. Only then did he look at the river not far away.
In the eyes of ordinary people, there was a man standing on a small boat. But in Pei Zi Yun's eyes, there were two shikigami holding wooden oars, standing on both sides of the boat.
The person who had rushed over but was unable to stop the massacre in time was Abe no Seimei, who had once invited Pei Zi Yun to his residence as a guest.
"Yamada-kun, your matter is the Prajñā Calamity, and the matter with the Prince's Palace was also a misunderstanding. Since you have already spared the Princess, why must you be so ruthless? Why must you kill them all?"
Abe no Seimei was dressed in hunting clothes, and under the gentle breeze on the river, he looked very carefree.
He had just witnessed a massacre, and was calmly talking to the killer, but his tone was filled with confusion and depression.
Pei Zi Yun looked at the boat as it neared the bridge, and jumped down, landing on the deck.
Abe no Seimei sighed and nodded at the two shikigami. The boat quickly changed direction, away from the wooden bridge, and headed into the distance, leaving only the angry samurai who had come to their senses and jumped into the water.
Of course, he could not catch up, and he did not know how many of them had frozen to death.
"Lord Seimei, do you think this is the Prajñā Calamity?" Pei Zi Yun looked at him and sneered.
Unlike before, his arrival this time was done by the enemy consciously, and naturally there were all kinds of suppression, this was just one of them.
Now that he said it was the Prajñā Calamity, why didn't he say it before?
"And Prajñā …" Pei Zi Yun looked into the distance and sighed.
Abe no Seimei raised his eyebrows, "Yamada-kun, why are you so emotional? I thought that Yamada-kun would hate this kind of demon. "
"Lord Seimei must be joking. Emotional and killing are not contradictory. It is not to the extent of hate, and I even have some sympathy for Prajñā. "
"Oh?" This really surprised Abe no Seimei.
One had to know that since the last time he met Yamada Shinji, he already knew that this person's character was not one to have tender feelings for the fairer sex.
This could also be seen from Yamada Shinji's actions in the Prince's Mansion.
Even though Prajñā was killed, Yamada Shinji's blade did not hesitate for a moment.
At this time, Pei Zi Yun said that he felt sympathy for her … Although Abe no Seimei did not say anything, his expression showed a trace of doubt.
Pei Zi Yun did not think that this Abe no Seimei was the real person in history, but he had to admit the power of the legendary Abe no Seimei. Although he was wary, he was a rare person to talk about such a topic.
"Hashihime, Virgins, Prajñā."
"These female demons are actually of the same nature, that is, they represent the women of this world."
"In this world, women live in their parents' home and follow the marriage system."
"They can only wait for their husbands to visit. It can be said that in terms of financial and status, there will not be too much conflict with other women, and they will not be involved in the disputes of the Inner Court."
"But in terms of feelings, it may actually be more painful than the Inner Court."
Pei Zi Yun faced the river and said lightly, "How many women have not seen their husbands for a long time, and because of this, their loneliness turned into hatred? This Prajñā may be a unique kind of demon in this era. "
Speaking of this, Pei Zi Yun secretly laughed sarcastically, "Isn't the mother of the Right Guard Generals also a victim?"
The Mother of Dao Principles, who wrote The Dragonfly Diary, was a typical example. In the year 954, half a year after their wedding, Fujiwara Kanie (who later became the Imperial Minister) regularly visited, but only for half a year (until autumn).
Kanie did not visit for a long time, due to the accumulation of uneasiness and dissatisfaction, the author was in a trance, to the extent that he could not take it anymore and wanted to die. But thinking of leaving his young son Dao Gang (later the Three Right Guard Generals) alone, he could not bear to leave, and wanted to become a monk. Fujiwara Dao Gang wept bitterly and followed his mother to become a monk. Seeing this scene, the author had no choice but to give up on becoming a monk.
Pei Zi Yun's words made Abe no Seimei feel a little emotional and also a little embarrassed.
Fujiwara Kanie's son, Fujiwara Dao Chang, was the current Minister of the Left and also the benefactor of Abe no Seimei.
"Yamada-kun is very clear about the suffering of these women. The existence of Prajñā is indeed born out of jealousy and hatred. For many years, she was alone in an empty house, unable to see her husband, so lonely that she could only rely on memories and longing to live every day, how could she not give birth to evil spirits?"
"But, since you have compassion for Prajñā, why are you so merciless to Usui?"
Just as he was lamenting, he heard a roar from afar.
Abe no Seimei turned to look at the bridge that was so far away that he could not see it clearly. He saw that it was crowded with soldiers, roaring with suppressed sadness. Obviously, Watanabe Tsuyoshi felt that something was wrong and rushed over.
"Why are you so ruthless to the Four Heavenly Kings …" Pei Zi Yun also looked over and seriously answered Abe no Seimei's question.
"The Four Heavenly Kings are all retainers of Minamoto no Raiko, and their friendship is very strong. Even if we don't talk about friendship, we are in the same camp. Not to mention killing two, even if I killed one, there is no possibility of reconciliation."
"Since it is a fight to the death, instead of leaving behind future trouble, it is better to kill them all." Listening to the familiar roar from afar, with hatred that could not be washed away by the torrential river, Pei Zi Yun smiled.
"Listen, how much hatred is hidden in this Watanabe's voice. Abe, this is the last of the Four Heavenly Kings, how do you think I should deal with him?"
Pei Zi Yun looked at Abe no Seimei, this time calling him by his surname was also a kind of attitude.
"Although Abe no Seimei is unfathomable, if we must be enemies, we cannot let him live." Pei Zi Yun thought in his heart.
Under the slightly murderous gaze of Pei Zi Yun, Abe no Seimei was calm and only pondered. On the contrary, the two shikigami who were rowing the boat were shocked by this murderous aura, and looked over vigilantly.
Abe no Seimei motioned for them to continue rowing, and looked calmly at Yamada Shinji in front of him.
Yamada Shinji held a wooden sword in his hand. It was originally an ornamental object, but now it was shining with a dim light. It was unknown how much blood it had absorbed, but it had already turned this ordinary wooden sword into a more demonic existence than the demon sword that was passed down by word of mouth in this era.
Abe no Seimei's gaze fell on Yamada Shinji's face. This young warrior was always compassionate, but he had a coldness that surpassed most people. He believed that since he had said so, there was no chance of turning back.
But if he was allowed to act so presumptuously, where would the dignity of Heian Capital be?
Not to mention the secret mission.
Thinking of this, Abe no Seimei sighed melancholically, "Yamada-kun, I cannot let you kill like this."
Abe no Seimei had observed for a long time, although he had many powerful shikigami, Yamada Shinji's sword could kill ghosts and gods, and the result of the battle was unpredictable. He could only say, "Yamada-kun, this is my responsibility, do you understand?"
Pei Zi Yun heard this and looked up at Abe no Seimei, and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he smiled and nodded heavily, "I understand."
Everyone had their own position and obligations, even Abe no Seimei was the same.
However, he did not start the battle immediately. As he said this, Pei Zi Yun leaped. Although he was a few meters away from the shore, he easily jumped onto the shore.
"Then goodbye, I hope that the next time, we will not have to fight."
Just as he was about to leave, Abe no Seimei asked, "Yamada-kun, where are you going next?"
Pei Zi Yun did not stop walking, and said, "Out of the capital."
Sakata, Bube and Usui were all dead, and Minamoto no Raiko would be furious. Since Abe no Seimei had already made his stance clear, he could not stay in Heian Capital. Once he left the capital, any pursuers would become his prey.
The art of war had penetrated deep into Pei Zi Yun's essence. In Pei Zi Yun's eyes, to become a Grandmaster in martial arts, one must also be a master in the art of war.
Commanding thousands of troops, and wielding a sword, what was the difference?
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