Early morning the next day.
After a night's rest, Wu Ming took Wulang with him and set off in the midst of the farewell of the Photon family.
"Sir, Mutian City is in the east. We may have to walk until the afternoon, but Photon has already prepared rice balls with dried plums …"
Wulang touched the plums in his arms with a blissful expression on his face.
On his back, he was still carrying the black bear fur that had been processed overnight. It was now covered with linen.
"If such a precious thing is exposed outside, it will definitely attract robbers and thieves!"
Thinking of what the Photon family had said last night, Wu Ming was speechless.
He looked at the mound on the opposite side and did not say anything. He walked straight away with Wulang.
…
"Father! It was this wild warrior who took over the Winged Demon Temple! "
Two people walked down from the mound not far away. It was a father and son pair. They were dressed in warrior clothes with patterns, and there was a katana hanging from their waists.
The young man said to the middle-aged warrior.
"Hmm … he is indeed a very powerful warrior. He definitely noticed us with that glance just now …"
The middle-aged warrior said with some lingering fear.
As a survivor of the battlefield, he had extraordinary senses and was deeply aware of the horror of those powerful warriors and swordsmen. "Most wild warriors are irritable and easily cause trouble. Therefore, it is my family's mission to protect the peace of this village! Fortunately, he is not that kind of person … "
As the only warrior in the village, the middle-aged man almost automatically took on the position of the village chief.
What Wu Ming did yesterday naturally made him somewhat dissatisfied.
Such wild warriors and vagabonds were often the source of disturbances in public order.
Fortunately, the other party was quite law-abiding and had already left. The middle-aged warrior had no intention of making enemies.
"Most importantly … if we really fought, he would definitely be able to kill us …"
The middle-aged warrior looked at the disappearing figure at the end of the road and added silently in his heart.
…
Mutian City was very small.
To be honest, when Wu Ming first saw it, he felt a little disappointed.
After all, the low city walls and sparse population made it a far cry from the Great Zhou Dynasty's Yunping County.
"But … building the city on top of the mountain makes it easy to defend and hard to attack. This is enough to show how chaotic the situation is …"
Entering the city with Wulang, Wu Ming lamented in his heart.
Along the way, he encountered three or four groups of bandits. Some of them were not even intimidated by the samurai clothes and katanas on their bodies. They were savages who wanted to hunt a samurai like him.
Although they were all taken care of by him, it was still quite a waste of time.
The village, the bandits on the road, and the marshland city at the top of the mountain all made him realize that the Yun Nation was in a terrible state of chaos!
"My lord! I know a Fenggong from a big merchant family. He can sell the bear skin for a good price! "
Although it seemed simple to Wu Ming, Wulang looked at the streets and shops on both sides of the city with excitement and said in an excited voice.
"There's no rush … Let's go eat something and drink some wine first!"
Wu Ming pointed at the wine house in front and smiled.
It was not worth his attention whether the bear skin was for sale or not. However, this kind of place was the most convenient for information exchange, so he had to go.
At this time, there were not many people in the wine house. However, Wu Ming still sat down and ordered a pot of sake, a plate of pickled radish, and a plate of dried fish.
It was not that he did not want more, but these were the only things that he wanted.
The taste of the sake was a little light, but it was still acceptable. Wu Ming drank slowly and listened carefully to the conversations around him.
"Recently, I heard that the Sanada family and the Heizawa family have some friction and have begun to gather samurai. Is this true?"
A ronin at the table next to him said.
"It's true. They have already issued a crusade order. It is said that the Sanada family has invited an Onmyoji to perform divination. They will definitely win!"
Another companion lowered his voice and said, "And the Heizawa family is also related to the One Blade School. It is said that they want to borrow Kensei. He is a terrifying swordsman with the strength of several people!"
"It would be great if these two families recruit other ronin. They might be able to make contributions and be awarded the title of Knowledge Executor …"
At this point, the two ronin sighed.
For these kinds of wild samurai, being able to become an official, make contributions, and obtain the title of Knowledge Executor was what they were most interested in.
Next, there was the news of a certain mountain or a noble's house being haunted. They had invited an Onmyoji and a priest to dispel the ghosts. This also made Wu Ming's heart skip a beat.
At this moment, he knew that in this Japanese world, demons, ghosts, humans, and gods coexisted. Not only was it chaotic outside the city, but it was also not necessarily safe inside the city.
And it was very common for samurai, swordsmen, and even Onmyoji and priests to expel demons and ghosts.
In the city, there were dojos and shrines. The swordsmen and priests there were of high status. There were even examples of people who became famous for expelling demons and obtained the title of Daimyo and Knowledge Executor.
'Most samurai practice archery, but there are also people who go to dojos to practice kendo …
'Swordsmen, Onmyoji, priests … Of course, there might be ninjas … Is this the power system of this Japanese world?'
Wu Ming took a sip of sake. A lot of information continued to gather in his heart. Gradually, he had a deeper understanding of this world.
"Sir!!!"
At this time, Wulang, who had drunk too much wine, suddenly shouted with a slightly red face. His voice was so loud that even the others were startled, "Please let me follow you!"
He said with the most solemn expression.
"Oh? You want to be my retainer? But I'm just a ronin … What's the benefit of following me? "
Wu Ming asked with a faint smile while playing with the wine cup.
"Because I want to be a samurai! Please teach me martial arts and the art of war! "
Wulang said out loud the thoughts hidden in the depths of his heart.
"Haha … What did I hear? A commoner wants to be a samurai?"
The entire izakaya suddenly became quiet, and then burst into laughter.
A drunken ronin came over and touched Wulang's hair, "Are you a big fool? The son of a farmer should be a good farmer! "
As he said, he also glanced at Wu Ming provocatively, especially when he saw Wu Ming's moon-white samurai suit and the Tachi at his waist. There was a trace of greed on his face.
"The way of the samurai is inevitably accompanied by killing and death. Life is like cherry blossoms in the wind. It will drift away at any time. Are you ready for this?"
Wu Ming drank up the wine in one gulp, stared at Wulang's eyes, and said, suddenly a cold momentum emerged from his body.
"I … I …"
Wulang was stunned, and cold sweat dripped down from his forehead. He only felt a great horror surging, tightly grasping his heart, making him completely speechless.
Boom!
The drunken warrior who provoked him took a few steps back and fell to the ground in a sorry state. He didn't dare to look at Wu Ming anymore and fled in panic.
"This is a ronin with powerful swordsmanship and murderous aura!"
In an instant, all the people in the izakaya had the same thought flashing in their minds. They looked at Wu Ming with horror and worship in their eyes.
No matter when and where, the strong who could wantonly deprive the lives of others of the same kind must be respected.
"It seems that you haven't realized this yet … It's a pity!"
Wu Ming looked at Wulang, who was speechless for a long time, and said in a calm voice.
"The samurai's life is like cherry blossoms in the wind. Good! Very good! "
At this time, on another table, a young samurai sitting alone suddenly stood up, drank up the wine in the glass, and came to Wu Ming, "Samurai, pull out your sword and tell me your name!"
"Are you going to duel with me?"
Wu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly.
This young samurai gave him a different feeling from the rest of the people in the izakaya. He seemed to have an extremely sharp aura. He was a strong person who specialized in swordsmanship.
At this time, looking at his luck, the inner luck was pure white, and it was obvious that he was a second-level strong person.
For his age, he was simply a genius!
"Yes, my name is Hasegawa Saemon, and I learn the Intentionless School of Swordsmanship. I am currently practicing the 'Sword Hunt'. With your murderous aura, you are enough to be my opponent!"
The young swordsman said loudly.
Hearing this, the drinkers, who had automatically avoided him, exclaimed, "It's actually a swordsman of the 'Abnegation of All Teachings'! At his age, he will definitely become a famous Swordmaster of a country in the future! "
Although there were many schools of swordsmanship in this world, the levels were the same.
At the beginning, those who entered the dojo to practice were just apprentices, called sword students, which was equivalent to the first-level defined by Wu Ming.
As for the so-called "no one is allowed to tell everyone", it meant that after learning all the techniques of a specific sect, they would obtain the qualification to tell others the name of their sect. This kind of swordsman was called "swordsman". They could fight against several or even more than ten Samurai alone, and they could even fight against Demonic Ghosts alone. They were talents that even the famous people wanted to recruit. In Wu Ming's classification, they were second class experts.
As for the 'Swordmaster' behind them? This was equivalent to the existence of a martial arts grandmaster, a third-level master! It was enough to be famous in a country, and even the king of a famous country had to pay respect to him.
Of course, Wu Ming was still not clear about this classification, but the results of the Heavenly Eye and his own senses clearly told him that this Hasegawa Saemon's swordsmanship cultivation was even higher than his martial arts.
'This Fusang's swordsmanship seems to have its merits. This so-called' Abnegation of All Teachings' swordsman is equivalent to Dazhou's Ninth Tier Physical Body, a master of extreme transformation … Even the bear spirit of the Wind Demon Palace couldn't stop his sword! '
Wu Ming thought faintly in his heart, pushed Wulang away, and pulled out his samurai sword.
This was not an era of peace. Once one refused to duel, one's reputation would be completely ruined. The other party could directly kill him regardless of anything.
Wu Ming deeply felt the murderous aura of the other party.
"Ronin … tell me your name!"
Hasegawa Saemon held his sword with both hands, his feet as steady as Mount Tai, and said in a deep voice.
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