Overgod Ascension

The next morning.

After a night's rest, Wu Ming took Goro with him and went on a journey in the delight of the Koko family.

“My lord, Numata City is on the east side, we may have to walk all the way to the afternoon, but Mitsuko has prepared the rice balls, and there are plums in them...”

Wu Langzhen and heavily touched the face of happiness.

On his back, he was also carrying black bear fur that had been initially treated overnight, which was covered with linen.

“Such a precious thing, if it's out there, will definitely cause bandits and thieves! ”

When I think of what the Koko family said last night, Wu Mingman has a silent expression.

Looking at the dirt hill opposite him, he didn't say anything, and went straight with Goro.

……

“Father! It was this wild samurai who took the Wind Demon Palace! ”

Not far from here, on the dust hill, two people walked down, a pair of fathers and sons, wearing patterned samurai clothes and a katana hanging from the waist.

The young man said to the middle-aged samurai.

“Well… indeed a very powerful samurai, at that glance, definitely found us…”

The middle-aged samurai said, slightly afraid.

As a survivor from the battlefield, he possesses a sense of extraordinary people and is deeply aware of the horrors of powerful samurai and swordsmen: "Most wild samurai are irritable and prone to trouble, so protecting the peace of the village is my family's task! Fortunately, he's not that kind of person...”

As the only samurai in the village, practically middle-aged people also automatically assumed the position of village chief.

He was naturally somewhat dissatisfied with what Wu Ming did yesterday.

Such wildlings and vagabonds are often at the root of disturbances.

But the good news is that they follow the rules, and now that they have left, the middle-aged samurai have no intention of becoming enemies.

‘Most importantly... if he did, he could kill me and wait...’

The middle-aged samurai looked at the end of the road, and the shadow of vanishing, silently added in his heart.

……

Numata City is small.

To be honest, Wu Ming was somewhat disappointed when he first saw it.

After all, the low walls, and the sparse population, are several steps short compared to Yunping County in the week.

“However... building the city at the top of the mountain is easy to defend, which is enough to explain the chaos of the situation...”

Wu Ming's heart mourned as he entered the city with Goro.

Along the way, he encountered three or four waves of bandits, some of whom could not even frighten his samurai clothes and machetes. He was a wildlings and wanted to hunt for his samurai.

Though it was all cleaned up by him, it was a waste of time.

And the previous villages, the highway robbers, and this Marshfield Town built on the top of the mountain made him deeply aware that this cloud country is in a terrible mess!

“My lord! I know a big businessman who can sell bearskin for a good price! ”

Although in Wu Ming's view it reached its limit, Goro looked at the streets and shops on both sides of the city with excitement and said in an exciting voice.

“There's no rush... let's go eat something first, then drink some wine! ”

Wu Ming pointed to the liquor store in front of him and laughed.

Whether or not he sells bear hides is really nothing worth paying attention to, but this is the place where the exchange of information is most convenient and he has to go.

At this time, there was not a lot of wine in the house, but Wu Ming sat down and asked for another pot of sake, a plate of pickled radish and a plate of dried fish.

It's not that I don't want more, it's that.

Sake tastes a little light, but okay, Wu Ming slowly drank it and listened carefully to the people around him.

“Recently I heard that Maida and Kurosawa have had friction and have begun to assemble samurai, is it true? ”

On the table next to him, a wanderer said.

“Really, a crusade order has been issued. It is said that the Shinda family has hired Yin Yang Shi to divine their fortune. They will surely win the whole battle! ”

Another companion lowered his voice: “And the Kurosawa family also has a relationship with a one-daggered dojo. It is said to lend the swordsman, it is a terrorist swordsman with several powers! ”

“If only these two families had recruited other vagabonds, maybe they could give merit and be awarded the knowledge...”

Speaking of which, two wanderers are a sigh.

For such wild samurai, it is the ability to serve, build merit and gain knowledge that is of the utmost interest.

Next, there is a certain mountain, or a haunted house in the noble house, invited the Yin Yang master and the clergyman to disperse the news, also made Wu Ming mind move.

Knowing from time to time that this world of Fu Song, demons and ghosts coexist, not only is there chaos outside the city, but even the city is not necessarily safe.

It is also very common for samurai, swordsmen, and even Yin Yang divisions and clergy to expel demons.

In the city, there are dojos and shrines, where swordsmen and clerics have a high status, and there are even examples where they are famous for expelling great monsters and gaining famous tranquillity and knowledgeable enclosures.

“Most samurai practice horseback, but there are also dojo practice...”

“Swordsman, Yin Yang Master, Cleric… Of course, there may be ninjas… is this the power system of the Fu Song world? ”

Wu Ming shallow sip of sake, a lot of information kept gathering in his heart, gradually deepening his understanding of the world.

“My lord!!! ”

At this time, Goro across the street drank too much wine, his face slightly rose red, suddenly shouting, his voice was so high, even the others were frightened: “Please let me follow you! ”

He said with his most solemn expression.

“Oh, you want to be my minister? But I'm just a wanderer too... what's in it for me? ”

Wu Ming asked, laughing and not laughing.

“Because I want to be a samurai! Teach me martial arts! ”

Goro spoke out loud about the idea of hiding in his heart.

“Ha ha… what did I hear, a subordinate, wanting to be a samurai? ”

The whole liquor house, quiet and laughing.

A drunk wanderer walked over and touched Goro's hair: "Are you a fool? Son of a farmer, you should have planted the fields! ”

He also took a provocative glance at Wu Ming, especially looking at his moon-white samurai uniform and the knife between his waist, with a hint of greed on his face.

“Are you ready for the samurai way, necessarily accompanied by killing and death, life like cherry blossoms in the wind, will be scattered at any moment? ”

Wu Ming sipped the wine and stared into Goro's eyes and said, suddenly a cold atmosphere appeared.

“I... I...”

Goro's tongue was knotted and a drop of cold sweat dripped down his forehead corner. He just felt a great horror surge, tightly clamping his heart, making him completely unable to speak.

Boom!

The drunken samurai who provoked him took several steps backwards and fell to the ground. He dared not to look at Wu Ming again and fled.

“This is a wanderer with powerful swordsmanship and killing! ”

For a moment, all those living in the liquor house flashed a thought, looking into Wu Ming's eyes with horror and worship.

Whenever and wherever powerful people can arbitrarily deprive others of similar lives, they are bound to be feared.

“It seems you don't have this awareness… unfortunately! ”

Wu Ming looked at Goro, who could not speak for half a day, and spoke in a calm voice.

“Samurai life, like cherry blossoms in the wind, good! Very good!”

At this time, on the other table, a young samurai sitting alone suddenly stood up and drank all the wine from the glass and came to Wu Ming: “Samurai, pull out your knife and report your name! ”

“Are you going to fight me? ”

Wu Ming's eyes squeezed slightly.

The young samurai, who felt different from the rest of the people living in the liquor house, seemed to have a very sharp smell of being a strong swordsman.

Looking at luck at this time, the inner transport is pure white, obviously a second level strong man.

At his age, he's a genius!

“Exactly, my name is Left Guard of Hasegawa, and I am studying the art of no reading and drifting swords. I am currently practicing 'knife hunting' to kill you enough to be my opponent! ”

The young swordsman spoke out loud.

Hearing this, the alcoholic who had automatically avoided a spot of wine shouted: “It is the swordsman who is‘ forbidden to pass on '! At his age, he will surely become a swordsman of a nation! ”

Though there are many genres in this world, the ranks are the same.

At first, only apprentices, known as Swordsons, entered the Dojo, equivalent to the first level delineated by Wu Ming.

And the so-called "exemption" means that all the techniques of a particular genre have been learned and qualified to tell others their own genre names. Such swordsmen, called ‘swordsmen’, are capable of one sword at a time, rivals and even dozens of samurai, even to fight demons alone, are the talents that all the famous people have to recruit, in Wu Ming's division, are the secondary masters.

And after that, "Swordhawk"? This is the equivalent of a martial arts archdeacon, a third-level master! Enough to name a country, to honor the great lords.

Of course, Wu Ming is not clear about this division yet, but the result of Heavenly Eye, as well as his own senses, is to clearly tell him that this sword of the left guard gate of Hasegawa is cultivated and surpasses his martial arts.

‘This swordsmanship of Fusang also seems to have advantages. This swordsman, who is "forbidden to pass on", is the equivalent of Zhou's flesh and body nine times, and is extremely good at it... The Wind Demon Temple Bear Elite, can't stop him from swording either! ’

Wu Ming thought faintly in his heart, pushed Goro away and pulled out the samurai knife as well.

This is not a time of peace. If you refuse to fight, your reputation will be utterly discredited or, on the one hand, the other party can kill you directly, regardless.

Wu Ming was deeply aware of the killings on each other.

“Rogue… name your name! ”

The left guard of Hasegawa Gate held a knife with his hands and his feet were as steady as Tarzan's. He said in silence.