Demon Hunter and His Hut

How strong was the Jackdaw Sword Master's ability to draw hatred when he was young?

Roger couldn't help but spit out a groove.

He killed dozens of apprentices and failed to quell everyone's hatred for him. How many people did he kill on the road to rise?

Roger didn't say a word, and glanced at the other side calmly.

It was an old man who looked fifty or sixty years old, with white temples and deep wrinkles on his face. He was wearing a brown samurai uniform. The style was somewhat different from that of the disciples of the Barbarian Sword Lodge.

There was a flash of clarity in his eyes, and Roger knew that this was a certain force attached to the barbarian sword.

It seems that it should have been heard by others during the announcement.

Roger didn't answer, the old man's face was murderous.

"Why don't you answer?"

"Aren't you a student of Sword Master Jackdaw?"

Roger nodded.

"I'm."

"Keng!"

"Then draw your sword!" The old man opposite roared and drew out the weapon in his hand.

"Even after so many years, I still remember the way my father died before my eyes. Now, it's time for that person to pay the price!"

In the face of the murderous intent, Roger did not take any defensive measures. He just stood there with a relaxed expression and glanced calmly.

"Why do you think I'll let you go if you don't?"

The old man grinned.

Seeing the expression on his face, Roger's eyes showed a hint of coldness.

"The teacher killed your father, why don't you go to Hanchuan to seek revenge for him in person?"

"You are afraid of death, but you are unwilling to admit this fact, so you plan to use my life to prove your filial piety, is that right?"

Roger opened his mouth.

Hearing his words, the face of the old man on the opposite side first swelled, and then became ashen.

quack!

He gritted his teeth.

"I will go to Hanchuan, but not now, wait for me..."

"Wait until you accumulate enough strength?"

Roger sneered.

"Are you dreaming? Give you another 300 years to have a chance to reach the level of a sword master?"

"Sorry, I forgot one thing, even if you become the sword master, you have no chance."

"There are many sword masters, but there is only one Jackdaw sword master."

The old man's face turned from blue to white, and he held the weapon in his hand as if he was about to launch an attack in the next second.

Roger did not intend to learn about the past experience and grievances of the Jackdaw Sword Master. During this process, many of the right and wrong have been unclear.

In fact, after coming into contact with the supernatural world, Roger knew that the real right or wrong was not so important.

Murder is justified.

The hatred can be transferred and grafted onto his so-called disciple...

He doesn't want to think about whether it should be, nor is he willing to bear the inexplicable hatred, but if the other party still chooses to shoot when he is unprepared...

"This is Qinglu Mountain!"

A voice came, and Roger looked up, and saw a young man in a blue shirt striding forward.

The young man is burly and has a profound appearance. Others may not feel it, but Roger can see a little mixed-race feeling from the other's facial features.

Sure enough, it is not groundless. Some rumors still have certain factual basis. Of course, it is too arbitrary to make a judgment based on just a little appearance.

"We belong to the sword house, but I don't think any force can stop a samurai from taking revenge."

The old man opened his mouth and said, although his tone was strong, the right hand holding the sword was slightly relaxed.

"I don't care what kind of grievances there are between you, but on this mountain, the rules of Jianlu are the law, and now he is our guest."

The young man replied coldly.

"good very good!"

"I'll wait for him to come down the mountain!"

The old man put away his weapon, glanced viciously at Roger, then turned and left.

"The guests of Hanchuan come with me."

The young man said, "Teacher, they are waiting for you."

"Call me Roger."

Roger and Higurashi Chika followed in the footsteps of the young man.

"Bei Chuan wins."

the young man replied.

Roger nodded, the message of the young man flashed through his mind.

According to Morita Dohiro, there are four master sword masters in barberry, but according to the rules, only one can be called the master.

There are other peaks surrounding Qinglu Mountain.

In addition to the barbarian sword master Beichuan Nobuhiko, there are three other people in charge of the internal and external affairs of the sword house.

These three people are called the three peak masters.

They are Chiyoko Miyazawa, Takeshi Saito and Nanichiro Ishida.

There are many disciples under each of them. After stepping into Jianlu, Roger saw many times more warriors in Jianlu than in Hanchuan.

This is only the main peak among them. If you add the other three peaks, the number may be even more astonishing.

The current owner of the barbarian sword is named Beichuan Nobuhiko. He himself has no children, but only adopted a few children as his students.

This Beichuan Sheng in front of him is one of them.

"This is Qinglu Mountain. Everything must abide by the rules of the Funiu Sword Lodge. The person who provoked you just now is called Honda Akira. Decades ago, his father was killed by the Jackdaw Sword Master in a battle."

Katsumoto Kitagawa, who was walking in front, suddenly spoke up.

"A fair duel?"

Roger asked.

"Forget it, a little accident happened during the duel..."

Beichuan Sheng sighed.

"The Jackdaw Sword Master at that time was already well-known. Although he did not receive the huge honor and recognition it is today, he was almost regarded as a leader among the younger generation."

"How much of the battle between samurai is for honor?"

Beichuan Sheng sneered.

"At that time, the winner was already decided, but when Hondo Akira's father failed, he launched a sneak attack while the Jackdaw Sword Master returned to the sheath."

"The result is of course needless to say."

"He was cut off by the Jackdaw Sword Master and died tragically on the spot."

"Because of this incident, Hondo Akira himself has also been affected a little bit. He has always wanted to clear his father's reputation as a sneak attack."

Having said that, Beichuan Sheng slowed down slightly.

"If I were you, I would agree to his duel request, and the battle that was approved by both sides would be justly judged by the Fu Niu Jian Hu."

"If not, when you leave Qinglu Mountain, he will definitely seek revenge on you, and then you will no longer be facing him alone."

Roger didn't say a word, and Beichuan Sheng thought he was afraid, so he shook his head gently.

"I know you must have heard something. To be honest, no one knows why the Jackdaw Sword Master is so eager to accept apprentices, but now that we have come this far, let's look forward."

"Good luck!" After speaking, he stopped and pointed to the hall in the distance, "We're here!"

Naturally, Chikuchi couldn't enter with Roger. She was taken to the side hall next to her, and Roger walked into the hall alone.

Taketo Saito lives up to its name, with dark hair, sitting there like a mad lion, Miyazawa Chiyoko is the only female among the four, and she wears clothes similar to the Tang suits that Roger saw in his previous life .

But the style is more concise.

Also cooler.

Roger couldn't help but take a few more glances.

When he entered the room, Ishida Nanichiro and the Barbarian Sword Master were talking about something, and stopped talking when he saw Roger coming in.

At the beginning, it was naturally a formalized greeting, and it was not nutritious. After three or five sentences, Roger directly took out the short knife that Morita Michibo gave him.

"This is……"

The Lord of the Barbarian Sword was burly, and although he was old, he was not as attractive as he used to be. Facing him, Roger didn't feel the aggressive aura at all.

"The teacher said, this is your hope."

Roger repeated.

This is a sentence that Morita Michibo specially instructed him before he left, and it must be repeated word for word.

"Our hope?"

The face of the barbarian sword master suddenly changed, and the others that Roger noticed quickly glanced at each other.

He took the short knife in Roger's hand, and his fingers slid across the lines on the knife, without rashly breaking the ban, and it was not until a long time later that he raised his head.

"Can you give me some time?"

"certainly."

Roger understood what he meant.

"A Sheng, take the guests to rest."

Beichuan Sheng walked in and nodded, then motioned for Roger to leave the hall with him.

After the two left, the hall became silent, and the Lord Barbarian put the short knife on the table but said nothing.

"What happened recently?"

"There are always people who like to say outlandish things."

Saito just pouted.

"hope?"

"He knows what our hope is?"

He sneered.

The Barbarian Sword Master didn't say a word, and when he realized this problem, everyone's faces sank slightly.

"Yes, the Jackdaw Sword Master knows our secrets and what we desperately want?"

"This is impossible!"

Saito just hit the case.

"So many years, generation after generation, what does he know?"

"You told him?"

Saito just let out a low growl.

"No, it's not me, it's the teacher."

The expression on the face of the Barbarian Sword Master changed, as if he was recalling something, "Do you remember the duel many years ago?"

"The strongest spear and the strongest shield?"

Miyanoro Chiyoko asked.

"Yes, I was watching the battle from the sidelines at that time. It was originally a situation of evenly matched forces, but during the battle, the Jackdaw Sword Master made a temporary breakthrough, and the combat power increased explosively."

"Suddenly, the teacher failed to control the fluctuations of the guardian spirit, and the sword master Jackdaw saw the true form of our guardian spirit."

The barbarian sword master sighed.

"He saw it, so he knew!"

"He knew we were from..."

"To shut up!"

The barbarian sword master roared suddenly, interrupting Saito Gang's next words, realizing his gaffe, Saito Gang also sat down with a slightly changed face.

"Open it and see."

Miyanoro Chiyoko said.

Everyone looked at each other and nodded.

The barberry sword master stretched out a finger, and a weak spiritual power knocked on the middle of the sword hilt.

There was a crisp sound, like a fragile egg being knocked open, and the progress on the short-term line collapsed instantly, and the lines wrapped around the surface were quickly absorbed into the blade.

Then, a surprising scene happened.

The weapon placed on the table stretched out like a living creature, and the short sword on the table suddenly disappeared in the next second, and a cloud of wriggling black smoke appeared on the place where the weapon was originally placed.

"what is this?"

"Is this thing alive?"

"No, it's not just that!" The Lord Barbarian Sword frowned and mused.

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly stretched out his hand and plunged into the black smoke like lightning. When he pulled it back, the black smoke poured into his body like a tide, winding upwards along his fingers, and the strange lines climbed all the way to his wrist. Completely terminated.

"Nobuhiko!"

Miyazor Chiyoko's expression changed.

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

"What did you see?" asked the Barbarian Sword Master.

"What the hell is this? Is it a sword?"

"It's part of the three-legged crow's guardian spirit, it's given life, and the sword is just an external form."

Ishida Minamiichiro, who has not spoken, said.

There was a glint in his eyes, "This thing is obviously not finished, but the direction is correct, maybe, maybe it can really solve our problem!"

"It sounds like that's the same thing, at least it's more reliable than those guys before." Miyazori Chiyoko also agreed.

"Since that's the case, why don't you ask him about his purpose."

"As far as I know, the Jackdaw Sword Master is not a selfless fellow."

Saito just snorted coldly.

"All right."

The barberry sword master nodded.

He tapped the table lightly, and when he raised his head again, the expression on his face had changed.

"The thing we talked about just now..."

Before the words fell, everyone's expressions became tense.

In fact, even if Roger represents the entire Hanchuan, his identity and strength will not disturb all the senior management of Fu Niu Jian Hu.

This can only be said to be the right time.

Just when the news reached here not long ago, all the senior management of Funiu Jianlu gathered together, and there were important things to discuss.

Saito just retracted his huge body back into the chair, and there was a hint of complexity on Miyazori Chiyoko's face. Only Ishida Nanichiro had the strangest expression on his face.

After struggling for a while, he suddenly raised his head.

"Is there no other possibility?"

"After all, each of them is excellent!"

"impossible!"

The Barbarian Sword Master categorically refused.

"I think you know better than anyone the consequences of the leaked news. This is an iron law and a forbidden area!"

"After all, we came here like this back then!"

The Lord of Barbarian Sword's voice was indifferent. At this time, he was decisive in killing, and he did not have the gentleness when facing Roger.

"I know, but even if one survives..."

Ishida Minamiichiro was still unwilling.

"I'm responsible for this, I didn't take good care of my disciple..."

Miyazawa Chiyoko suddenly spoke, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted indifferently by the Lord of the Bullfight Sword.

"Of course you are responsible. The red sparrow is your disciple. Right under your nose, you may not find out that two people have an affair."

"But they stole something important, and you don't even know anything about it!?"

Miyazaki Chiyoko took a deep breath and lowered her head.

"Is there any other possibility?"

"Even if there is one left."

Ishida Nanichiro is still fighting.

The Barbarian Sword Master sighed, he closed his eyes and thought for a moment, "If you could choose, which one would you keep?"

For a moment, everyone else's eyes fell on Ishida Minamiichiro's face.

Ishida Nanichiro's face changed, hesitating and struggling, remorse, and anger.

Finally he sighed.

"Let Ah Hai live."

"He is a man. Even if his strength is not enough, he can help Jianlu create value in other aspects."

After saying this, he glanced at Miyazawa Chiyoko.

"Sorry, I can only give up the Cardinals."

Miyazaki Chiyoko didn't speak, just lowered his head silently.

"Okay, let's discuss it here first."

The Barbarian Sword Master knocked on the table, "Go back and take care of the disciples under the door, and at the same time pay attention to blocking the news, I want to talk to that Roger alone."