She ignored the cute silly roe deer Daebaoping, who was still loudly protesting the unfair treatment of the Divine Inquisitor, and asked with a puzzled expression, "What's wrong with you? Why did you turn your face away? "Susumaru Tsuneji.
Hua Yan expressed that she had nothing to live for.
It was the Warring States period.
In order to make the monsters submit, the swords and swords had to be powerful, and they had to be famous during the Warring States period.
In the end, Osamu Maru, who said that his sons were useless, so he had no choice but to drag his old body to serve the Lord until he died, took over the task of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts.
As a little ancestor, there was not a single sword in the Honmaru that had any objections.
— — including Daebaoping.
The old father, Osamu Maru, was very dissatisfied with his grandchildren. For more than ten days, he held a small branch to "watch over the younger generation". He watched until the Funerary Deities in the Honmaru cried "Father" and "Mother".
On the Night of the Hundred Ghosts, Hua Yan brought her Honmaru and walked up the Huai Mountain. If she wanted to control the Night of the Hundred Ghosts, it was not enough to rely on Osamu Maru's sword.
After all, it was such a long line.
Someone had to maintain order.
Hua Yan brought a group of old knives to the top of the mountain to watch the sunset.
The afterglow of the setting sun hid in the mountains, leaving only a dreamy red that was as gorgeous as a peacock's tail feathers.
At midnight, the ghosts lit the lanterns.
In Hua Yan's vision, the dark forest gradually emitted a green floating light after sunset, like the glow of fireflies.
There was suddenly light in the dark forest. It was the candlelight of the lanterns.
It was clearly a warm yellow color.
But it made people feel cold for no reason.
"Lights up.
Night of the Hundred Ghosts. "
A female voice that was so cold that it seemed like ice shards would fall out of it in the next second suddenly sounded.
A door that looked like a black hole suddenly opened.
Through the realm gate, one could see the black hole Yin Realm where time was distorted.
A corner of a snow-colored robe was revealed from the Ghost Gate. Her short, ice-blue kimono was so plain that it was as pure as the White Immaculate Purity. A young girl in a snow-colored feather robe floated out from the Ghost Gate. Her complexion was as white as snow, elegant and refined.
"The master of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts is the Snow Lady?" Hua Yan, who was hiding in the dark, sighed softly. She asked in surprise, "Could it be that there are no great demons participating in the Night of the Hundred Ghosts this time?"
The decennial Night of the Hundred Ghosts could be regarded as a grand event in the underworld. As long as the big monsters had a bit of free time, they would choose to come out and compete for the position of the master of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts. After all, the benefits were not small. After obtaining the position of the master of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts, for at least the next ten years, as long as there were no unforeseen circumstances, the territory of this great demon was inviolable. Otherwise, they would be severely punished by the Ghost Realm.
Originally, Shōgun Inu also wanted to fight for the position of the master of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts. Unfortunately, his wife was pregnant, so he did not dare to go out easily. He could only stay in his territory and guard it.
"It shouldn't be." Theta Sagittarii sat on a tree branch beside Hua Yan and looked at the groups that gathered from all directions. "Although the Snow Lady is one of the best of the hundred ghosts, she's not qualified to be the master of the night."
In the world of demons, strength was respected, and the control of ranks was also very strict. If a spirit like the Snow Lady became the master of the night, then the great demons who had been the master of the night before would not let this spirit have an easy time.
It was not for anything else, but simply because they wanted to save face. They felt that it was too embarrassing to be on the same level as the Snow Lady.
"They seem to be converging towards that mountain." Polarizing Shortsword Xiao Ye, who had excellent night vision, squatted beside Hua Yan and pointed at a towering mountain in the distance. "The master of the night might be there."
"Forget it, let's just follow the group first. When we reach the end, we'll pick the leader and beat him up." Hua Yan put on a mask that looked like a golden bramble vine and took the lead to blend into the group.
Ghosts and monsters gathered from all directions, gradually twisting into an extremely large group. There were countless demons and monsters, and if someone who was proficient in the Yin Yang Arts saw this scene, they would probably be scared out of their wits. Hua Yan estimated that with this number, even if all the humans in Japan were combined, they would not be able to compare to these demons. More than forty Funerary Deities should not be too eye-catching among them.
Hua Yan was so happy that she forgot about everything else as she blended into the group. She watched as the enchanting Bone Maiden walked past her, and the beautiful Bridge Maiden, dressed in red, stood beside the beautiful Rain Maiden … What a picture of a hundred ghost beauties!
Of course, there was no lack of demons and monsters with ugly appearances, but Hua Yan chose to ignore them. If they really hurt her eyes, she would turn her head to look at the Theta Sagittarii to wash her eyes.
The Demon Concubine Theta Sagittarii was already able to calmly ignore her master's perverted actions.
When they arrived at the foot of the mountain, Hua Yan realized that the mountain range was covered in ice and snow, but it did not have the feeling of winter. Compared to the high snowy peaks, it was more like an illusion to confuse people.
"If you want to compete for the position of the Master of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts, please present a greeting card."
A calm but arrogant female voice came from the top of the mountain. The voice was soft and pleasant, but the tone was firm.
Who would have thought that after not coming to Japan for so many years, the demons in Japan had become so much more polite?
Hua Yan felt that this was a little strange. In the past, when she participated in the Night of the Hundred Ghosts, which time did they not roll up their sleeves and start fighting? It was really rare to see such an elegant act of sending a greeting card.
As Hua Yan was thinking about this, she heard one of the demons standing behind her burst out a vulgarity. He cursed in a low voice, "Fuck, it's definitely Otakayama Daitengu. Ibaraki Dōji and Shutendoji would not do such a shameful thing!"
Emmmm …
Hua Yan wanted to say, "Hero, you have guts. You beat up all three demons with one hit of your stick. Other than having a good trip, I have nothing else to say."
Before Hua Yan could finish her thoughts, a loud sound came from behind her. The talkative demon was instantly crushed by a black ghost hand that appeared from the ground. Black and smelly blood and rotten flesh burst out in all directions.
Hua Yan cursed inwardly, "Bastard!" Meanwhile, Xiao Ye and Theta Sagittarii reacted quickly. Polarizing Katana immediately carried Shortie Hana, while Polarizing Katana set up a barrier to block and protect their teammates.
The demons scattered like Moses parting the sea. A beautiful woman wearing a kimono stood at the end of the road, revealing a ghastly ghost claw under the sleeve of her kimono.
"Shut up." The beautiful woman's gaze was as sharp as a knife as she glanced at the rotten flesh on the ground. Her expression was arrogant yet beautiful as if it was only natural. "How can I and my best friend be judged by others!?"
The moment she said this, the surrounding demons immediately realized her identity. If she wasn't Shutendoji's best friend, the crossdresser Ibaraki Dōji, who else could she be?
Everyone instantly focused their attention on Ibaraki Dōji. The death of another demon became a trivial matter. After all, in the demon world, provoking a powerful demon was no different from seeking death.
The demons immediately began to ask questions at the same time.
"Your Highness Ibaraki, is the master of this Night of the Hundred Ghosts Hana Dōji?"
"Between you and Your Highness Shutendoji, who will be in charge of leading this Night of the Hundred Ghosts?"
"Your Highness Ibaraki Dōji, I heard that you have become the Spirit-branded Retainer of Anpei Seimei, the son of the White Fox. May I ask …"
Ibaraki Dōji was annoyed by the noise and frowned in displeasure. It was just a slight frown, but it was still heartbreakingly beautiful. "Shut up!"
The woman's soft and gentle voice suddenly turned into the loud voice of a man. Her roar caused the surroundings to turn silent. Just as Ibaraki was about to speak, an extremely untimely voice suddenly rang out.
"Aiya aiya, that arm, can I take it as a souvenir?"
Arm?!!!!
All the demons screamed and fled in all directions. Ibaraki Dōji's arm had been chopped off by a human before. It was a dark history that he would never forget. Someone actually dared to say such a taboo word in front of this powerful demon!!!
The Demon King's Rashomon was an AOE attack. Judging from his personality, he definitely wasn't the kind of person who would be considerate of others and not harm the innocent!!!
A bunch of good-looking people? The human demons cried and howled at the foot of the mountain and shouted towards the mountain peak for help. "Demon Lord, Demon Lord! Save me — —! "
Faced with the chaotic scene, Hua Yan felt a headache as she looked at the handsome man in a white suit who was smiling brightly at Ibaraki Dōji. Not far away, Yukihimaru was on the verge of tears.
According to legend, the head of the Minamoto Clan, Minamoto no Raiko, once bestowed the Minamoto clan's treasured sword Yukihimaru to one of his Four Heavenly Kings, Watanabe Tsuyoshi. Watanabe Tsuyoshi used this sword to chop off Ibaraki's arm, thus giving it the name "Yukihimaru".
It could be said that Yukihimaru's legend and reputation were built on Ibaraki Dōji's humiliation.
And with the demon's healing ability, it wasn't difficult for them to regrow a severed limb. Ibaraki Dōji's sleeves were still fluttering after so many years, it was obvious that he wanted to engrave this humiliation in his heart.
Thus, when he heard Yukihimaru's words, Ibaraki naturally took it as a provocation. He clenched his demon claw and said in a cold voice, "Funerary Deities, do you want to die?"
Ibaraki Dōji could see that Yukihimaru was a weapon spirit, but he couldn't see through him. In order to prevent the situation from worsening, Hua Yan immediately ran forward and stood in front of Yukihimaru.
No matter how much he wanted to die, it was still his family's sword.
Hua Yan immediately put on a standard aristocratic smile and said in a sweet voice, "Mountain Lord, please don't be angry. We are here to challenge the Master of the Night. If you are, we are willing to fight with you."
Although the original Master of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts was Osamu Maru, there was no better way to solve the current situation. If they didn't give a reason, it would be considered a provocation. Fortunately, the challenger was changed to Yukihimaru.
Yukihimaru Maru was the Minamoto clan's beloved sword, and a thousand-year-old sword with a long history comparable to Mitsuki Munechika.
Hua Yan lightly brushed aside the matter, because she could already confirm that Ibaraki was definitely not the Master of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts.
As expected, Ibaraki frowned slightly. He sized up Hua Yan, then glanced at Zong San Zuo Language who was silently walking forward.
"I am not the Master of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts." Ibaraki frowned, but didn't get angry. "The current Master of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts is the former Wind God Ichimurai. I am only here to manage the lesser demons under my command on behalf of my close friend."
"I see." There was no conflict of interest. As a former Goddess of Love and Beauty, Hua Yan knew exactly how to make others feel good about her. "I've heard that the Master of the Great Mountains, Shutendoji, has a majestic appearance and heroic appearance. As His Highness Shutendoji's close friend, His Highness Ibaraki's female appearance is also extraordinarily beautiful. As expected of His Highness Shutendoji's close friend."
Shutendoji spoke three times in a row. Between the lines, he even implied that the two of them had a good relationship. This immediately made Ibaraki Dōji, who was mindlessly bragging about Shutendoji, burst with joy.
Ibaraki Dōji was delighted. He turned around to look at Hua Yan and found her pleasing to the eye. However, when he saw the gorgeous mask, his delicate face turned serious. He scolded, "Why are you wearing a golden ghost mask? I don't talk to people who don't have the face to see others. "
This was heart-wrenching, a straight man.
Hua Yan was too embarrassed to say, "I'm afraid you'll feel inferior because I'm too beautiful." She could only smile and say, "I wonder if the Ghost King has heard of the Tang Dynasty's poem, which says, 'I only come out when I'm called out a thousand times, but I still cover half my face with a pipa.'"
Ibaraki Dōji frowned slightly. The people of Japan had an unimaginable yearning for the Tang Dynasty's culture, but basically none of them could understand it. "What do you mean? Don't bite on words. "
"There are as many beauties in the world as there are clouds. Some people love the delicate beauty of the Chinese rose, while others love the pure beauty of the lotus flower. There are all kinds of opinions, and it's really difficult to decide who's better."
Hua Yan smiled and added, "But there's also a saying that the rarer something is, the more precious it is. No matter how beautiful a face is, if it can be seen frequently, it will inevitably appear cheap. If it can't be touched, won't it become a cinnabar in one's heart?"
"Isn't that right, Ghost King?"
Hua Yan successfully sold her first Amway.
Relying on her understanding of "beauty", Hua Yan quickly gained the friendship of the crossdresser, Ibaraki Dōji. She also gained the favor and interest of many female demons present. Presumably, it wouldn't be too difficult for her to lead the Night of the Hundred Ghosts.
Hua Yan raised her head to look at the cloud-shrouded mountain peak. She was very interested in the "Wind God's One Eye" of the Lord of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts.
It was said that this God had voluntarily given up his position to become a demon in order to protect humanity.
With so many demons present, if they went up one by one to challenge the Lord of the Hundred Ghosts, they would probably go bald from worry. Thus, many snow-white papers floated down from the sky. They were actually the Spirit-branded Techniques used by Yin-Yang Masters. Those who wanted to challenge the Lord of the Hundred Ghosts could write their name on the paper or attach a strand of demon energy to it. After that, the paper would automatically match the challenger with an opponent according to the strength of their demon energy, and the winner would be able to challenge the Lord of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts.
Ibaraki Dōji didn't have any objections to this arrangement and casually pressed a white paper. Since he didn't have any objections, the others naturally didn't dare to have any objections.
Hua Yan glanced at this Big Boss and immediately dragged over Sachie, who was laughing so hard that his canine teeth were showing. She took off his gloves and pressed it on the paper. That was the end of the matter.
Hearing that the Lord of the Night of the Hundred Ghosts was the Wind God Ichimuku, Hua Yan felt a little uneasy. After all, this God was different from the Funerary Deities. He was once a High God who controlled the wind of Three Thousand Worlds and even had the ability to forge divinities.
Strictly speaking, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Even if he had degenerated into a demon, he used to be an unattainable existence. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was the ancestor of all weapons.
While Hua Yan was thinking of a countermeasure, Ibaraki Dōji, with a beautiful face full of disdain, came over and complained exactly like the unlucky demon from before, "Fighting with Ichimuku is the most annoying. If you can't kill him, he won't bother to fight you. In the Yin-Yang Master Arena, if I dare to fight Ichimuku, Abe Seimei will dare to wear a black ghost mask and walk around in front of me for seven days."
After Ibaraki Dōji became familiar with people, he didn't even care about the ancient sayings. Hua Yan's expression??? Mi Ye? Pan??? Fen Huan?? Nai Dan? Ge Xie Gang Xing Xing Xing Xing Xing Ke? Pu Zhang Pu Chao
As a pure-blooded demon, Ibaraki Dōji didn't have many demons who could compete with him on the same stage. Therefore, he sat firmly on the high platform and remained unmoved. But soon, a victor stepped out from the crowd and challenged Ibaraki.
Just when Hua Yan was about to watch Ibaraki Douji tear the monster apart with his bare hands, the crossdressing big shot had already sneered. He sat on a huge rock and said with his beautiful eyebrows raised,
"There's no demon here that can withstand my claw. How boring! Let's change the competition. If someone wins, I, Ibaraki Dōji, will withdraw from this Night of the Hundred Ghosts! "
"Transform! Compete in beauty! "
"You're so ugly! Who gave you the courage to walk in the human world?! Ah?! "
Suddenly, the surroundings fell silent.
Hua Yan looked expressionlessly at the crossdressing demon who was causing trouble. She suddenly wondered who this person who attracted the hatred of the whole world with his face resembled.
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