"Hijikata Tenisamu, why do you want to learn Kendo?"
This was a kendo gym. Hijikata Tenisamu, who was still a child, was kneeling on the ground. In front of him was an old man wearing linen clothes and wooden clogs.
"To become an outstanding samurai!"
"Wrong!"
Bang! The bamboo sword struck, and the pain pierced into his bones. What was even more unforgettable was the old man's gaze. "A samurai should not fear death, and a swordsman should focus on one thing, nothing else! This is the ultimate meaning of our Thoughtless Sect! "
At this moment, the old man's figure looked very lonely. "One day, when you can abandon life and death, honor, and even your identity as a samurai, you will truly understand the essence of the Thoughtless Sect!"
Bang!
In the real world, Hijikata Tenisamu retreated more than ten steps, his hands almost numb.
Even though he was a Swordmaster, he was already middle-aged, and he did not have the Demon God's strength that Wu Ming had used on him!
The ultimate 'power' he had just condensed, the Killer God's Sword Slash, was the peak of his life, the sum of the killing intent that he had accumulated over the past twenty years!
The first spurt of energy, the second decline, and the third exhaustion!
The current him was falling from his peak, and he was no longer in his previous state.
More importantly, Wu Ming on the opposite side wouldn't give him a chance to adjust at all.
'Am I going to die? '
Hijikata Tenisamu muttered in his heart, and suddenly became determined. 'Even if I abandon life and death, abandon honor, and the name of a samurai, I will defeat you!'
At this moment, he finally abandoned the fear of death, abandoned the stubbornness of a samurai's honor, and even... abandoned himself!
And in this state, Hijikata Tenisamu suddenly felt his breakthrough, and the secret technique of the Thoughtless Sect that he had never been able to comprehend suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Ultimate Meaning — Position of the Floating Bird!"
Hijikata Tenisamu's heart was as calm as still water, or rather, his heart had flown out of his body, and combined with some kind of ultimate power in the world.
This power was so vast that it allowed him to escape from his disadvantageous state. He assumed the posture of a swordsman, and slowly swung his sword.
Splash!
The waves surged, and there seemed to be the long cry of seagulls.
"Hmm?"
At this moment, a desolate sea seemed to appear in front of Wu Ming. The waves were turbulent, the wind and snow were blowing, and there were floating birds surfing the waves and flying high!
In the end, the floating bird transformed into a streak of sword light and appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.
"Your Majesty!"
Kenichi Matsushita, Matsushita Shota, and the others were shocked. They even abandoned their samurai's honor and stood up to draw their swords.
Ding!
After the crisp sound, the two silhouettes suddenly merged and then separated.
"I'm fine!"
Wu Ming slowly stood where he was and looked at his chest. There was a huge tear on his five-colored robe, and his expression was rather ugly.
"The Lord's martial fate is prosperous, and he is invincible!"
Seeing that Hijikata Teneyama was lying on the ground, the outcome of the battle was clear. Matsushita Shota and the others knelt down in joy.
"If it wasn't for the five-colored robe, I would have been injured …"
Wu Ming thought to himself. He was a Perfected Person and a cultivator. It would be strange if he did not use an artifact to deal with the Swordmaster samurai.
However, he did not expect the other party to have a breakthrough at the last moment and cause his five-colored robe to be so badly damaged.
At this moment, he came to Hijikata Teneyama's side and looked at the bleeding wounds on his body. There were also scorch marks from the wind and lightning. "What else do you want to say?"
"I want to …"
Hijikata Teneyama's eyes lit up slightly. "I want to go back to my hometown, to see the cherry blossoms, and … to drink the samurai tea that she brewed …"
He reached out with a trembling hand, as if he wanted to grab something, but in the end, he could not help but let it fall.
His head tilted to one side, and he immediately fell into complete darkness.
…
After an unknown period of time.
Hijikata Teneyama opened his eyes again. "Is this … the Kingdom of Heaven?"
His surroundings were like a dungeon, dark and damp. There were dark brown bloodstains on the stone platform beneath him. The bloodstains had long dried up, and it seemed to be filled with endless malevolence and resentment.
"It seems like … a person like me can't ascend to Buddhahood after death. Could this be the Kingdom of Asura …"
"Wrong, you're still alive!"
Wu Ming's figure slowly walked over with an evil aura that was not there before. "Tell me, who ordered you to come here?"
Although it was normal for this Swordmaster to come to seek revenge for his disciple, Wu Ming still felt that something was wrong.
"Hurry up and tell me, or I'll destroy your Thoughtless Sect!"
At this time, there was naturally no need for him to hide.
"With the Ghost Palace's tolerance, they indeed have the ability to destroy the Thoughtless Sect, but I came here of my own will … Hasegawa Saemon is my most beloved disciple …"
Hijikata Teneyama wanted to struggle, but he found that his body below his head had lost all feeling. He could not help but smile bitterly.
"You're not lying?"
Wu Ming frowned. "Forget it, you'll tell me sooner or later anyway …"
He chanted a mantra, and a white mist appeared, wriggling like a small snake, and entered Hijikata Teneyama's face.
"You … Evil Yin Yang Jutsu!"
Hijikata Teneyama's face turned red. Unfortunately, he was already seriously injured, and he had lost the ability to gather his qi, blood, and spirit, so he could not resist Wu Ming's spell.
His eyes became darker and darker, and he finally fell into darkness.
After a while, Wu Ming retracted his palm from Hijikata Teneyama's head, and there was a trace of doubt on his face. "After hearing the news, I used a lot of money to buy information from a ninja, and everything is normal … But why do I feel that something is wrong?"
In his opinion, his name was known throughout the Izumo Nation, and it would definitely attract the attention of people with ulterior motives.
And when this attention reached its peak, it was inevitable that some probing would occur.
Although it seemed normal, there was no guarantee that there was no enemy Reincarnator among them.
After all, if he wanted to set up bait to capture him, he would not be so stupid as to go into battle himself and use other scapegoats. It was all too normal.
"Forget it … Whether you're a scapegoat, an unlucky guy, or a simple avenger, at least … you're still useful …"
Wu Ming looked at Hijikata Teneyama's face and said thoughtfully.
This samurai was already at level 3. Although it was purely Kendo, he was still a powerhouse of the same level as Lin Sheng. With this quality, he was a good candidate for a Shadow Samurai.
"Hmm … his face is a little old, and his body is a little short, but this is not a problem. The corpse refining technique of the Corpse Refining Sect is enough to solve this problem …"
Then, he immediately looked at Hijikata Teneyama with the eyes that he used to look at pork in the market.
"As for his aura, I can plant a technique on him using my hair and blood … Hmm, I have to say that in this aspect, the Japanese Yin Yang Jutsu is quite useful …"
"The last problem of control, how about putting a Kunai Talisman in his sea of consciousness? The Ninjutsu's hypnotism seems to be able to be used together … "
During this time, Wu Ming did not do nothing.
Apart from his daily routine training, he also used his relationship with Ito Keisei and the ninja to obtain a large number of books on the power of Yin-Yang Masters, ninjas, and even Kendo. He learned from each other's strengths to make up for his weaknesses.
Now that there was another good material sent to his door, combined with the previous concept of a Shadow Samurai, a plan immediately appeared in Wu Ming's mind.
Let's do it!
Wu Ming took out a knife and compared it to Hijikata Teneyama's face. Without hesitation, he made a cut on Hijikata Teneyama's face.
The creepy sound of flesh and bones being cut could be heard continuously. After half an hour, Wu Ming looked at his own work and reluctantly expressed his satisfaction.
"And … that is …"
Lin Sheng did not stop, carving a pentagram formation on Hijikata Teneyama's forehead. Then, he cut his finger and let drops of blood seep in.
"Taiyin Illuminates the Underworld, Nine Nether Qi, listen to my command, as urgent as the law!"
The low voice of the incantation resounded continuously in the dungeon. Circles of pitch-black and dense Netherworld Energy immediately wrapped around Hijikata Teneyama, who was on the stone platform.
Creak! Creak!
Amidst the cringe-inducing sound, the bones in his body grew, and the wounds on his face began to heal. His flesh spread, and his skin became plump and smooth, as if he had become twenty years younger in an instant.
At the same time, his face kept changing, and gradually became closer to Wu Ming's.
"Cutting my own face … there's always a strange feeling of discomfort …"
Wu Ming touched his face, and looked at the figure on the stone platform that looked more and more like his twin brother, and said with a serious face, "Hmm … Although he can pass off as the real one … he's still not as handsome as I am!"
…
"Everyone!"
In the Gui family's meeting room, Shota Matsushita, Kenichi, Ozu Hayakichi, Tachibana Shigesuke, and the recruited samurai were all there, hands on the ground, listening to the instructions of the Gui family's supervisor, Guichi Dharma Eye.
"Everyone has worked hard this month, and all the work has been done well. Thank you, everyone!"
Guichi Dharma Eye bowed with both hands on the ground.
"You're too kind!"
As the head of the family, his attitude was so humble and kind. The other samurai returned the gesture, feeling even more impressed.
After all the chores were settled, Guichi Dharma Eye said, "Thanks to the efforts of Tachibana Shigesuke and Ozu Hayakichi, the temple on the hill has been built. I've named it 'Honnoji'! I've also invited the master to host it! "
After saying that, he clapped his hands, and the wooden door was pulled open. A kind-looking monk walked in.
"Let me introduce to everyone, this master is called Yamanouji Masafang. I've invited him to host my family's temple!"
Guichi Dharma Eye said.
"My name is Yamanouji Masafang. Nice to meet you!"
The monk immediately bowed to all the samurai present.
He looked very young, perhaps less than 30 years old. Although there were some doubts, since the lord trusted him so much, and his every move had a hint of Zen aura, he looked very much like an enlightened monk. The courtiers did not dare to be negligent, and they also bowed to him.
"Hmm, if there's nothing else, from today onwards, Honnoji will be under your care. Don't let me down!"
"Yes!"
Yamanouji Masafang replied respectfully, and looked Guichi Dharma Eye in the eye. There was no need for words.
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