The beginning of Meiman is a Zanpakuto

The little girl was wearing tattered clothes, covered in mud ditches and stains, and exuding a stink that made people around her frown. She looked like a little beggar who had just crawled out of the garbage.

Compared to the other people around who were neatly dressed, clean and sanitary, and who wanted to leave a good impression on Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Institute, this little girl who was dirty and smelly could simply be said to 'stand out from the crowd'.

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The little girl seemed to have been hungry for a long time, her steps were unusually slow, and her thin and petite body was swaying slightly, making people worried that a gust of wind might blow her away due to overwork.

Despite this, she still persisted and walked in front of Qingshan clan.

"Hello, grandpa~"

The little girl behaved very politely and bowed respectfully to the old man.

"Well... let's go test it."

A smile appeared on Mr. Qingshan's old face, and he felt good in his heart. After all, a polite child is lovable after all.

"yes."

The little girl was very weak. She just said a few words, took a few breaths, and then pressed her dirty hands on the instrument.

Beep beep beep!!!

In an instant, the instrument made a buzzing sound, and the numbers on it began to jump wildly, finally stopping at the number 'six'.

"Um?!"

Aoyama-shi, whose eyelids were drooped and seemed to be dozing off, suddenly burst into light in his cloudy eyes: "It turned out to be...sixth-level spiritual pressure?!"

Everyone was shocked!

They waited from day to night. This was the first time they saw the instrument and had such a strong reaction!

I believe anyone who is not a fool will understand what this means.

That girl is different!

really.

Mr. Qingshan, who had been sitting for a long time, stood up slowly, with a gentle look on his face, stroking his beard and laughing: "Not bad, not bad, I finally found a good seedling. Now when I go back, I won't have to laugh at the other old guys.

"

There are four enrollment bases this time, respectively set up at the four gates in the southeast, northwest, and he is the examiner in charge of the east gate test.

At the end of the whole day, he had only recruited less than a hundred people, and they were all 'tenth-level spiritual pressure'. He was already desperate and prepared to be laughed at by other old guys when he returned.

But I never expected it!

When the end was near, God suddenly gave him a surprise!

The first evaluation is 'sixth level spiritual pressure'. If nothing happens in the future, it is almost certain that he will become a captain-level Shinigami!

"This is impossible!"

The black man felt extremely angry and thought he had been discriminated against. He roared: "You are discriminating. Why didn't I pass and this damn bastard did? Damn old man, are you doing something secretly behind your back?"

"Child, what is your name?"

Mr. Qingshan completely ignored the clown-like black man and continued to ask the little girl.

The little girl raised her head and said in a hoarse voice: "My... name is Chen."

Only then did Mr. Qingshan notice that although the girl was not very old and was covered in dirt, she could still get a glimpse of her beauty.

The only regrettable thing is that her eyes have no pupils, only a pale color, which looks quite scary.

"List?"

Qingshan stroked his beard and asked curiously: "My child, do you have a complete name?"

The girl shook her head and said sadly: "I...don't remember..."

"Fake! Bichi!"

The black man's eyes flashed fiercely, and the look of jealousy on his face became more intense.

Why?

That skinny little bastard could pass the test, but someone as strong as him got passed!

This must be discrimination!

That's right, that damn old man must have tampered with it on purpose. Otherwise, how could someone as physically strong as him fail the test?

The more black people think about it, the more they feel that this is the case. Their hearts are extremely unbalanced and they gradually become distorted and perverted.

Since what he can’t get, no one else can get it either!

Destroy her!

Kill this damn bitch!

"Go to hell, you damn little bastard!" The black man roared, suddenly rose up from behind, and punched the unsuspecting girl!

"ah!"

The crowd was stunned by this scene.

So sudden!

No one thought that such a thing would happen!

The black man's burly and strong body and the little girl's thin body instantly formed a very strong contrast. Many people even closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the girl's fate.

With that little girl's physical condition, it was absolutely impossible for her to withstand this punch!

"Go, die, die, die..."

The black man's eyes were filled with cruelty and violence, and he roared ferociously: "Go to hell!!!"

However.

Everyone seems to have forgotten that there is also a god of death present!

"How brave!"

A cold light flashed in Qingshan's eyes, he slowly raised his fingertips and wrote lightly: "One of the Binding Roads: Block."

call out!

Invisible spiritual power surged out from his fingertips, instantly binding the black man's hands and feet. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not break free.

"ah!"

The black man fell hard to the ground, raised his head and happened to meet the old man's cold eyes. The murderous intent hit him like the cold of the twelfth lunar month, making him feel almost frozen.

"Ha...you are quite courageous."

Qingshan took the girl behind him, then stroked his beard and sneered: "How dare you attack the students of Zhenyang Spiritual Arts Academy in front of me, you will be punished with death!"

"No...you can't kill me!"

The black man was completely panicked, and then he remembered that the old man in front of him came out of the huge white wall...the God of Death!

The black man looked horrified and squirmed crazily on the ground, trying to stay away from the old man in white. Then he started talking nonsense: "I...I am a citizen of the United States of America. You can't kill me. You have no right to judge."

I......"

Before he could finish his words, a sword flashed across his neck.

laugh!!!

A head rolled to the ground, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

hiss--

Hundreds of people around witnessed this scene, and they all gasped and turned pale.

"law?"

The Aoyama clan took the sword with blood, and the white clothes were as new as not stained by dust. His face was slightly cold: "In the Soul Society, the Seireitei is the law."

Say it.

Qingshan glanced slightly and stared at everyone coldly: "Do you have any opinions?"

"No, we have no objection!"

"Yes, that guy deserves to die!"

"That's right..."

The bystanders around shook their heads and turned into the righteous party, shirking all their anger and guilt on the beheaded black man.

joke......

As for the knife in your old hand, who dares to have an opinion?

Many of them showed contempt and quoted the laws of the United States of America. I'm afraid this person's head is filled with water. This is Soul Society!

"Child, come here."

The cold look on Qingshan's face disappeared, and he showed a soft smile, saying: "From today on, you are my disciple!"

"Yes...teacher!"