Overgod Ascension

“My name…”

Wu Ming's heart was depressed. This is a real famous battle. Unfortunately, his boss is unclean, but his face makes a shame: “You don't deserve to hear it...”

Indeed, as soon as I heard this, the shame appeared in the eyes of the left guard of Hasegawa across the street, but my face became colder and more immobile.

Between the samurai, at the time of the duel, all kinds of military methods were extremely useful. This simple provocation, while provoking him, only made his heart stop.

Without such a practice, he would not be able to live now.

The two looked at each other slowly, a cold and fierce atmosphere began to cover their surroundings, causing the cold sweat on Goro's forehead to erupt again.

I don't know how long I waited, Hasegawa left the gate to drink and cut out a sword!

Ding!

The lights of thunderstorm flashed on Wu Ming's sword and were also cut out.

The sword intersects and makes a crisp sound. It spins, bloody flowers, and emerges from the left guard gate of Hasegawa.

“What genre of swordsmanship is this? ”

He fell to the ground and his eyes revealed a pure desire for knowledge.

“No name... If you have to take one, it is the wind thunder sword flow...”

Wu Ming slowly harvested the knife into the sheath, discussing the real martial arts, but he was no better than the outside world, but this person was equivalent to a master of extreme transformation.

Unfortunately, he fused five thunder symbols into the swordwalk, struck with wind thunder, Tao Fa plus martial arts, Wei can go straight to the third level, this samurai died unjustly!

“Thunder Sword... unfortunately... I failed to practise...”

The corner of the left guard gate of Hasegawa overflowed with blood, and that was the end of the air.

“Let's go! ”

Wu Ming dumped a silver judgment and immediately dragged Goro away.

Although there are provisions for fair confrontation between samurai, which are protected by law, killings in the city are not criminalized.

Of course, his relatives and friends seek revenge afterwards, but they don't care.

Wu Ming is naturally not too afraid of retaliation for the mindless vault behind that Hasegawa, but the key thing is... he is not a samurai at all!!!

If we get stuck, will we just kill them all the way out? The impact is too much, and the plan is all soup.

As a matter of urgency, we need to get an identity! ’

Wu Ming dragged Goro flying into the corner of the alley, watching a team of small soldiers running past, but he thought depressingly.

……

“Let's go! ”

Though he killed someone, Wu Ming appeared uncompulsory after turning two blocks.

Even on the moon-white samurai uniform, there was no bloodshed.

Goro was then allowed to take him to the commercial town and enter a leather shop.

The shop opened its doors and it was bright inside. The walls around it were hung with fabricated fur. Behind the shop, a small workshop was also hidden. A dozen principals were working hard and seemed to be doing enough sewing of armor.

“Kamotoro! Kamotoro! ”

Goro saw a young man who was younger than 20 years old and went up immediately to greet him: “Long time no see! ”

“Well, Goro! ”

Kamotoro held a bamboo armor: “What can I do for you? ”

“I brought an adult to sell a fur, you see...”

Goro deliberately intensified his accent on the two words of the adult, and he was somewhat proud of himself. After all, Kanborong, a friend of mine, has been a public servant for a long time. More recently, rumors have to be promoted, which immediately made him feel a little jealous.

“Oh?”

Kamotoro came to the store in shock and saw Wu Ming, as well as the samurai uniform on his body, the knife, he hadn't seen the goods, it was a solemn salute:

“Dear Sir, I'm sorry I can't entertain you, I'll go get some! ”

“Mmm!”

Without nodding his head, Wu Ming had no expectations of anyone Goro could know. Now it seems that he is only a junior housekeeper, but now he has to go out and entertain himself at the manager level.

“Ah... this is the finest bear skin! ”

The head of the shop, or manager of the store, is a slightly bald, full face and kind middle-aged man, who sees this fur, but stagnates: “Such a huge bear, what kind of power does it take to kill it with one knife? ”

“How's that?”

Wu Ming sat on the tatami at this time, but was not in any hurry, leaving it to the other party to inspect it over and over.

“Dear samurai, your fur is worth at least twenty cents. No, thirty cents! ”

The elder middle-aged man didn't say a word. He already knew that the fur had been stripped from the temple of the wind demon. The skins of such a powerful monster, regardless of the fame of the Wujia family or the clerics and the Yin Yang family, are very welcome and can be sold for at least fifty consecutive years!

“Thirty times, um... that's it, one more thing...”

Wu Ming just wanted to say it, and saw a man rushing in, whispering in his long ear.

“My master wants to see you! ”

After this long hearing, his face changed even more, but he held his hands on the ground and bowed down solemnly: “Be sure to reward him! ”

“Oh? Then go! ”

Such big businessmen often have the shadow of fame and other forces behind them, and the influence is great, Wu Ming said.

By the long road, the pedestrian left the commercial town and walked outside a house.

“This is the master's guest! ”

The courtyard is quite large, and there are two guards inside, giving Wu Ming a slight jaw head, and the evaluation rose a bit.

“Goro, you wait here! ”

Spin, he walked under the long lead into the door, Goro behind, only to look at the scene with envy, silently.

On the tatami in the lobby, a businessman dressed in black and tasting tea is already waiting.

When I saw Wu Ming, my eyes lit up and I bowed down: “First time I met him, my name is Takachan Naito. He is a merchant of the Yamada family! ”

“I'm a wanderer now. As for my name, just call me Kosuke! ”

Wu Ming replied, obviously changing Naito Longchang's face.

‘Is such a powerful swordsman without the blood of a samurai? ’

In this world, there is little, if any, hope for the advancement of civilians, farmers, or subordinates.

It's like Goro. If he learns true swordsmanship and goes to fame, he can't be promoted to a samurai.

Takachan Naito was obviously also lucky to consider Wu Ming a subordinate who had obtained such force, but the information he had received earlier, as well as the proof of the Temple of Wind Demons, was still sufficient to earn his respect.

“Have a seat! ”

The two men sat on their knees on the tatami with a set of dark red tea set on the table in front of them.

Ryuchan Naito was just about to say something, suddenly holding his breath, his face appeared shocked and incredible.

“How about a cup of tea first? ”

Wu Ming asked with a smile and his face turned to sombre. He grabbed the tea set.

Just for a moment, a feeling of the unity of the heavens and the earth, full of Xuan and Xuan Zen, filled this room.

Ryuchan Naito saw that Wu Ming's eyes were clear and clear. He cooked tea in an orderly manner, stirred it, and acted like running clouds of water. He couldn't help but mutter: “Sit down? ”

"Zhuangzi Archbishop" has a cloud: “Fallen limbs, intelligent, out-of-the-box, the same as Chase, which is called sitting oblivion. ”

In the tea ceremony, this refers to a kind of 'to the virtual pole, to the quiet door'.

When tasting tea, mind is as careful as water, to reach the mental state of ‘clear taste elephant', 'compatible with nature’ and ‘mind-numbing everything’. In order to return to simplicity and authenticity, your heart is completely liberated, and you are calm, faint, lonely and inactive, as if you were merging with the universe and elevated to the realm of ‘enlightenment of me'!

But this kind of tea ceremony can already be called a master, even if you see yourself, travel the whole continent, only once in the boundaries town, how can it now appear on the juvenile in front of you?

“Please!”

At this point, the first bowl of tea is already in front of you.

“With all due respect! ”

Ryuchan Naito wipes his eyes and bathes in this empty baptism in a pilgrimage.

The tea entrance, like a cold straight line, straight into the stomach, makes him feel like every pore is open, man and zen melt together.

The second bowl of tea, with warmth, pulled him back from his previous state unconsciously, and again felt the joy of life.

The third bowl of tea, with only a small one, was hot and finally brought his mind back to his body.

“Live or die? The world? This is tea that contains the way samurai live and die...”

Ryuchan Naito was surprised.

By this time, his earlier speculation had been completely overturned.

An ordinary countryman, even though he can practise his worldly bravery, can learn nothing from the elegance and essence of this bone.

‘This lord… is it after the house of a princess whose struggle failed? ’

Such an idea immediately emerged in his mind and he dared no longer be slightly negligent towards Wu Ming.

“I wonder what Lord Koukosuke intends to do? ”

Ryuchan Naito asked with respect and humility.

“Planning? I am now traveling around to help villagers fight demons and get paid! ”

Wu Ming casually said: “After the trip out of Yunnan, maybe we'll go south and take a look in the south...”

“In that case...”

Takachan Naito said: "How about the Shimoto family? My Lord Sheng Hu, there are 12,000 stones tall! He is also a famous lord in the land of the clouds. He will definitely welcome young talented men like you. Even so, his family name and knowledge are not dreams… Perhaps it is difficult to give knowledge at first, but it is not impossible to discuss...”

“Longchang, you don't have to say it! ”

Wu Ming waved his hand and looked at the big businessman in front of him.

Obviously, they really want to pull themselves together for the master. Is that what you call a loyal minister?

“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to! ”

True admission to the Yamada family may be immediately given a family name and knowledge, but it is also subject to considerable restrictions, and Wu Ming naturally will not agree.

“Ah! That's too bad...”

Takachan Naito's disappointment is overwhelming.