Overgod Ascension

The next day, early morning.

Wu Ming, who had a rest overnight, took Goro and set out on the road in the farewell of Guangzi's family.

"My lord, Numata Castle is to the east, and it may take until the afternoon, but Photon has already prepared rice balls, and there are prunes in it..."

Wu Lang touched his bosom preciously, with a happy expression on his face.

On his back was the black bear fur that had been preliminarily treated overnight, and it was covered with sackcloth.

"Such a precious thing, if it is exposed outside, it will definitely attract robbers and thieves!"

Thinking of what the Guangzi family said last night, Wu Ming was speechless.

He looked at the mound on the opposite side again, and walked away with Goro without saying anything.

...

"My lord father! It is this wild samurai who took over the Wind Demon Palace!"

On the mound not far away, two people came down at this time, a father and son, wearing patterned samurai uniforms, with a dagger hanging from their waists.

The young man said to the middle-aged samurai.

"Hmm...he is indeed a very powerful warrior. He definitely spotted us at that moment..."

The middle-aged samurai said, feeling a little scared.

As a survivor from the battlefield, he has a perception beyond ordinary people, and he also deeply understands the horror of those powerful warriors and swordsmen: "Most wild warriors are irritable and easy to cause trouble, so it is my family's task to protect the peace of this village." It's a good thing he's not that kind of guy..."

As the only samurai in the village, in fact, the middle-aged man almost automatically assumed the post of village chief.

Wu Ming's actions yesterday naturally made him a little dissatisfied.

Such wild samurai and ronin are often the source of disturbance of law and order.

But fortunately, the opponent was quite disciplined, and now that he had left, the middle-aged warrior had no intention of making enemies.

'The most important thing is... If he really does it, he will definitely be able to kill us...'

Looking at the disappearing figure at the end of the road, the middle-aged warrior silently added something in his heart.

...

Numata Castle is small.

To be honest, after Wu Ming saw it for the first time, he felt a little disappointed.

After all, the low city walls and sparse population are several steps behind compared to Yunping County in Da Zhou.

"However... building the city on the top of the mountain is easy to defend and difficult to attack, which is enough to explain the chaos of the situation..."

Entering the city with Goro, Wu Ming sighed in his heart.

Along the way, he encountered three or four waves of robbers, some of whom couldn't even be frightened by the samurai uniforms and swords they were wearing. They were savages who wanted to hunt him as a samurai.

Although the results were always cleaned up by him, it was quite a waste of time.

And the previous village, the robbers on the road, and the Numata Castle built on the top of the mountain, all made him deeply realize that this Izumo country is in a terrible troubled time!

"My lord! I know Feng Gong from a big businessman's family, who can sell bear skins for a good price!"

Although in Wu Ming's eyes, it was extremely simple, but Goro 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 first, then drink some wine!"

Wu Ming pointed to the bar in front of him and just smiled.

Whether the bear skin is sold or not is actually nothing worth caring to him, but this kind of place is the most convenient for information exchange, so he has to go.

At this time, there were not many people in the wine house, but Wu Ming sat down anyway, and ordered another pot of sake, a plate of pickled radish, and a plate of dried fish.

It's not that I don't want more, but that there are only things I can see.

The taste of the sake was a bit weak, but it was not bad. Wu Ming drank it slowly, listening carefully to the conversations of the people around him.

"Recently, I heard that the Sanada family and the Kurosawa family have had conflicts, and they have begun to summon samurai. Is it true?"

On the next table, a ronin was talking.

"Really, a subjugation order has been issued. It is said that the Sanada family has invited onmyoji to divination, and they will definitely win a big victory!"

Another companion said in a low voice: "And the Kurosawa family is also related to the Dojo of Ichidou-ryu. It is said that they will lend a swordsman. That is a terrifying swordsman with the power of several people!"

"It would be great if these two families recruited other ronin, maybe they could make meritorious deeds and be awarded Zhixing..."

Speaking of this, the two ronin sighed.

For this kind of wild samurai, being able to serve as an official, establish meritorious service, and gain knowledge and behavior is the most interesting thing.

Next, the news that a certain mountain, or a noble man's house is haunted by ghosts, and the onmyoji and priests were invited to retreat, also moved Wu Ming's heart.

Immediately knew that in this world of Fusang, ghosts, humans and gods coexist, not only the outside of the city is chaotic, but even the inside of the city is not necessarily safe.

It is also very common for warriors, swordsmen, even onmyojis, and priests to drive out demons and ghosts.

In the city, there are dojos and shrines, where swordsmen and priests are of high status, and there are even examples of being famous for expelling big monsters, obtaining daimyo Andu status, and Zhixing feudal land.

"Most samurai practice bow and horse, but there are also those who go to the dojo to practice swordsmanship..."

"Swordsmen, onmyojis, priests... Of course, there may be ninjas... Is this the power system of this Fusang world?"

Wu Ming took a sip of sake, and a lot of information kept gathering in his heart, and gradually he had a deeper understanding of this world.

"grown ups!!!"

At this time, Goro on the opposite side drank too much wine, his face flushed slightly, and he suddenly called out, the 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 played with the wine cup and asked with a half-smile.

"Because I want to be a warrior! Please teach me the art of martial arts!"

Goro spoke aloud the thoughts hidden deep in his heart.

"Haha... what did I hear, a commoner who wants to be a warrior?"

The entire izakaya fell silent for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

A drunken ronin came over and stroked Goro's hair: "Are you a fool? A farmer's son, you should obediently go to farm!"

As he spoke, he glanced at Wu Ming provocatively, especially at his moon-white samurai uniform and the sword at his waist, with a trace of greed on his face.

"The way of the samurai is bound to be accompanied by killing and death. Life is like cherry blossoms in the wind, and it will drift away at any time. Have you made up your mind?"

Wu Ming drank the wine in one gulp, stared into Goro's eyes and said, a cold aura suddenly emerged from his body.

"me……"

Goro was dumbfounded, with cold sweat dripping down from his forehead, he felt a surge of terror rushing towards him, gripping his heart tightly, making him completely speechless.

boom!

The drunken warrior who provoked him took a few steps back and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment. He didn't even dare to look at Wu Ming anymore, and fled in despair.

"This is a ronin with powerful swordsmanship and murderous aura!"

For a moment, all the people in the izakaya had a thought in their minds, looking at Wu Ming with horror and admiration in their eyes.

No matter when and where, a powerful person who can arbitrarily deprive other people of the same kind of life must be respected.

"It seems that you don't have this awareness...it's a pity!"

Wu Ming looked at Goro who was speechless for a long time, and spoke in a calm voice.

"The life of a samurai is like a cherry blossom in the wind, good! Very good!"

At this time, at another table, a young warrior who was sitting alone suddenly stood up, drank the wine in his glass, and came to Wu Ming: "Samurai, draw out your sword, and report to you again!" name!"

"Are you going to duel with me?"

Wu Ming narrowed his eyes slightly.

This young warrior gave him a different feeling from the rest of the izakaya. He seemed to have an extremely sharp aura, and he was a strong man who specialized in swordsmanship.

At this time, looking at the luck, the inner luck is pure white, and it is obvious that he is a second-level powerhouse.

Considering his age, he is simply a genius!

"Exactly, my name is Hasegawa Zaemon, and I am learning the Wunen-style swordsmanship. I am currently practicing 'Sword Hunting'. With your murderous aura, you are enough to be my opponent!"

The young swordsman spoke loudly.

Hearing this, the drinkers who had automatically evaded all the way exclaimed in surprise: "It's actually a swordsman who's not allowed to pass on"! At his age, he will definitely become a famous swordsman in the country in the future !"

Although there are many schools of kendo in this world, the classification is the same.

At the beginning, those who entered the dojo to study were only apprentices, called Jiansheng, which was equivalent to the first level stipulated by Wu Ming.

And the so-called exempted all pass, means to learn all the techniques of a particular genre, and obtain the qualification to tell others the name of his genre. This kind of swordsman is called a "swordsman", and he can match several swordsmen with one sword. Even a dozen warriors, or even fighting demons alone, are the talents that all daimyos must recruit. In Wu Ming's division, they are second-level masters.

As for the 'Swordsman' behind? This is equivalent to the existence of a great martial arts master, a third-level master! It is enough to be famous in a country, and the leader of the famous country should pay respect.

Of course, the current Wu Ming is still not clear about this division, but the result of Tianyan and his own induction clearly told him that Hasegawa Zaemon's kendo cultivation is even better than his martial arts .

"This Fusang's swordsmanship seems to have merits. This swordsman who is 'exempted from everyone' is equivalent to the ninth level of Da Zhou's physical body, and he is a master of extreme transformation... The bear spirit of the Fengmo Temple also blocked Can't help him with a sword! '

Wu Ming thought lightly, pushed Goro away, and pulled out his samurai sword.

This is not a peaceful age. Once he refuses to duel, his reputation will be completely ruined. The other party can kill him regardless of his care.

Wu Ming was deeply aware of the murderous intent on the opponent.

"Ronin... Tell me your name!"

Hasegawa Zaemon held a knife in both hands, his feet were as steady as Mount Tai, and he said in a deep voice. (To be continued.)