Ask The Dao

Kyoto.

Duan Yu walked onto a stone bridge.

Although this garden of Izumo can't avoid the smell of small family, but it has achieved a certain degree of ingenuity and precision.

The stone bridge is simple and simple, covered with moss, and leaves are flying, but otherwise, it is extremely clean.

The spring water is gurgling, and the opposite jungle is faintly green, with a little bit of blossom, and a faint fragrance comes from it.

"Yingzhou Pavilion really closed the mountain, really slippery..."

He folded a flower branch, held it in his hand, and moved in his heart: "Knowing that this troubled world is too much to interfere, do you dare to send disciples to test the water? What a shame!"

Qi refiners are a little taboo about dragon qi, but they cannot do without the support of those in power.

As for Duan Yu? It was just verbal support for the Fujiwara family, and there was no real plan to bet at all.

Even though Fujiwara Chiyo died at the hands of the Heike this time, this Izumo internal chaos could not be stopped for a while, but the harvest was less fruitful, and it was still very profitable.

"In addition, although the God of Izumo is concerned about such changes in the national equipment, he is still powerless. It is as strong as Qinghai Daquan. It is only ordering the priest and maiden to incite the people... If he ends, he will not escape the backlash! "

Duan Yu shook his head and walked down the steps.

As far as he could see, Taoist Chang Qin was immediately seen.

This man came with a sword, with a fierce breath on his body, like an out-of-the-sheathed sword: "The monarch in the cloud is clever, I can't compare it, but I still have a bit of confidence in swordsmanship. Would you like to enlighten me?"

He was originally a sword idiot, and his indomitable temperament was not easy to endure until now.

"In other words, isn't it better than magical powers, only martial arts?"

Duan Yu gave a chuckle, waved back the boxer guard who wanted to step forward: "Yes!"

"please!"

Taoist Changqin had no waves in the ancient well, slowly drew out three feet of Qingfeng, and stretched out his finger to flick the sword.

Hum!

The blade roared like a dragon, and an inch-long green light appeared on the tip of the sword.

This is the ‘sword light’ that can only be produced by the ultimate in kendo. The lifelong pursuit of all swordsmen, even after a high degree of cohesion, can break all kinds of magic!

With this sword light technique, it can be cut under the soul.

"Okay, as expected of Jian Han Donghai!"

Duan Yu exclaimed, holding the flower branch in his right hand and flicking it slightly, the fork on it would take the initiative to peel off, turning into a two-foot-long wooden sword.

"You don't need a real sword?" Taoist Changqin glanced at Duan Yu's waist. He was very jealous of the unsheathed ghost.

"Meeting friends with Wu, stop here!" Duan Yu replied, and there was a layer of light on the branches.

"Sword light? Dao light?"

Taoist Changqin exhaled a long breath, squinted slightly, and took a step forward: "I have three swords, please reward them!"

"The first sword! Ten directions of truth, the sword of evil!"

Other people's shadows flashed, voices came from all directions, sword lights flashed, and the flowers and leaves all over the garden were trembling, dancing and falling.

"Sure enough, there is such a smell of ambush on all sides!" Duan Yu's jaw stretched forward with a wooden branch in his hand.

At the same time, the figure of Taoist Changqin also appeared, pierced with a sword, and his face was stunned when he saw the flowers.

It seemed as if he took the initiative to send the tip of the sword under the opponent's wooden branch.

Although it seems to be a coincidence, the predictions, grasps, and even physical reactions are terrifying.

"Go!"

Of course, Duan Yumuzhi did not collide with the blade, but turned and pressed against the blade with a burst of drill energy.

The Taoist Changqin suddenly felt a huge force hit, and he couldn't help backing a few steps, his face was full of youthfulness: "Blue blood pill, sword of God!"

choke!

The long sword buzzed, like a flash of lightning, straight to the middle palace, like a green rainbow piercing the sun.

Duan Yumu sticks horizontally and swings a sword-sealing style, with a force that seems to be closed, like a submarine undercurrent, just like a flooded dragon, burst out again.

Jian Shang Qingguang was distorted by this force, and he awkwardly twisted, not knowing where he went.

"Okay... this is my third sword! The sword of unrepentant death and heart-warming!"

Taoist Changqin's long sword swayed and then floated back, but the sword body was full of light instead, without any sharpness.

Duan Yu suddenly felt that a sword of light cut into his heart.

In a daze, he seemed to transform into a ragged child, struggling to survive in the chaos.

Before long, the picture changed again. The boy changed into coarse cloth and knelt under a huge mountain gate with blood on his forehead.

At the end, it was the picture of Taoism and sword practice included by Yingzhou Pavilion.

These piles and pieces are flesh and blood, as if they have been accompanied by this Taoist thought through a lifetime.

'Amazing! ’

Duan Yu stunned secretly, this sword is really a sword of heart, it is simply a sword of life memory, patience, perseverance, and thought of Taoist Changqin, which can kill ghosts and gods.

‘It’s just...you found the wrong person! ’

Dao Yin roared inside his body, this kind of stunnedness disappeared instantly, Duan Yumuzhi pumped, and the long sword in Daoist Changqin's hand flew out.

"I lost……"

Taoist Changqin who lost his long sword stared at this scene blankly, and after a long time he suddenly smiled: "Thank you Yun Zhongjun! This burden...I finally let go!"

There was a lot of energy in the eyes, and it turned out to be a very comprehensive appearance.

Of course, Duan Yu also knows that in this world, the so-called enlightenment stream does not exist at all. Even if you understand the mystery of the next realm, you will at most cut a few bottlenecks, and then you still have to use resources to pile it up.

Even though the Taoist Changqin had a breakthrough, the soul couldn't make a night tour at once, and it was still a lost word.

Only at this time, looking at Duan Yu's gaze, he was full of surprise: "Entering the Tao with martial arts? Unexpectedly, the emperor also cultivated a military master?"

The mystery of this person's immortal body is Duan Yu's exclusive secret, and Taoist Changqin can only attribute this to the military qi of the military.

After all, without mentioning the leader and other magical powers, just physical fitness, the two are still very similar.

Not to mention, Duan Yu is really studying the inheritance of the gods of the gods.

Although Qin Feiyu had to be given a dragon and snake elite soldier, he had to master enough power in his own hands. At this time, the five poison elite soldiers were naturally the most suitable.

Even Duan Yu also wanted to cultivate to the Second Layer of Military Academy and try the strength of the elite soldiers' loyalty.

‘I have an advantage over the practice book, that is, the body of human beings and immortals! The foundation is extremely solid, and it is much easier to break through the bottleneck...’

Duan Yu thought silently. At this time, he saw the Nine Ghosts Kiyobei ​​quickly approaching to report: "The Lord, Fujiwara Keihide is here!"

"Oh? This is the person? What a disappointment!"

Duan Yu mumbled and looked at Taoist Changqin: "Today's interest is exhausted, can Taoists come and drink a cup of tea?"

"No matter, I still don't bother Daoist fellow's business!"

Daoist Changqin said goodbye, his face flashed with worry.

The elder of the Fujiwara family has arrived at this time. Could it be that the war between the two counties has already had its results?

"The Hall of the Clouds! The Hall of the Clouds!"

Duan Yu waited for a moment, and then the figure of Fujiwara Keihide, who was wearing a white uniform, a black crown and a bloated figure, appeared, and ran at a short walk. He seemed to notice the difference in his gaze, and then suddenly receded and changed to pacing slowly.

"It turned out to be Lord Fujiwara!"

Duan Yu nodded in courtesy.

"The Hall of the Clouds... How do you live here?" Fujiwara's face was full of smiles.

"Very good, thank you Fujiwara for the hospitality!" Duan Yu answered stubbornly.

"The old man is here, and there is good news... This time we have raised a large number of strong slaves, which can be sold to the Cloud Palace... This is a good product."

Fujiwara Yoshihide pretended to be unpredictable, but couldn't hide the anxious color in his eyes, and he saw Kenbei Amano secretly wanting to laugh.

According to the character of the people of Izumo, there is also a tradition of ‘abdominal art’ speaking. It is very difficult for them to directly admit their failure and pray for reinforcements.

Especially Duan Yu's strength is not an overwhelming powerhouse.

"Ah, thank you so much! I will pay according to the agreed price!" Duan Yu showed a hint of joy, as if he didn't understand Fujiwara's hint at all.

"The Hall of the Clouds is a friend of the Fujiwara family, and we can only have a discount on the price, but..." Fujiwara Keihide had to take the initiative to say, it was almost clear.

The group of elite slaves he was talking about was naturally the prisoners of the previous war in Hengmen Mountain.

These Heike soldiers and warriors, and even priests, became huge gunpowder kegs at this time.

And the Fujiwara family does not have this kind of power~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can directly call the prisoners into the army, and immediately take the weapons to the battlefield to deal with the former master.

Therefore, selling is the best choice.

Of course it can be slaughtered, but there is not much benefit, and its reputation will be unsound.

"Ah... this is really worthy of the Fujiwara family... Yun Nakajima's meager power, compared to the entire Izumo, no, compared to the Fujiwara family, what is it?"

Duan Yu teased a few words. Seeing that the Fujiwara elder’s face had a tendency to change to purple, he saw that: “It’s just... Yunzhong Island is poor. I don’t have much gold and silver to buy slaves. Soldiers were trained, and no farmland was cultivated...The price of slaves..."

In the end, the two sides finally reached an agreement, and the Fujiwara family would sell a batch of slaves half and half to Duan Yu at the price of cabbage.

In return, Yunnakajima's two thousand military forces must appear in Izumo next year to join the war.

"It seems... the Fujiwara family really suffered a big loss on the front line!"

Duan Yu let out a long sigh as he watched Fujiwara Yoshihide leave.

"exactly……"

Taoist Changqin went and returned: "I just received the news that the 20,000 troops of the Fujiwara family had been intercepted and the army was unstable. When they retreated to the Yi River Valley, they encountered heavy fog, and they were panicked. The escaped...The Heike cavalry took the opportunity to sneak attack, and the Fujiwara family was defeated, but Fujiwara Chiyo-sama should not have died!"

Such a military commander must have a master guard around him, but he is the least likely to die.

Only the loss of 20,000 troops was definitely a big defeat and a major blow to the Fujiwara family.

Fujiwara Chiyo has both the Fujiwara family's 30% luck. If he dies, the Taoist Nagasin will almost be horribly implicated, but he himself is not bad, so he knows.

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