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Volume 1: The Essentials of Juepui Chapter 167: A dog raises a human face

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    Passing through neatly pruned trees and bypassing a pond, there is a large hall in front of it. The all-wooden eaves extend far away, and the hall is brightly lit.  There is a tatami under the stone steps at the entrance of the main hall. A middle-aged Japanese samurai wearing a white kimono and a bun is sitting on his knees. His eyes are closed. There is a wooden sword rest in front of him.  Hikari's samurai sword has the Chinese characters "Seshu Kuwana Juzaemon Wei Fujiwara Muramasa" engraved on the back.  Next to it was an exquisite small bronze incense burner, with a wisp of fresh and elegant sandalwood rising from it. Behind him stood the black-clothed ninja respectfully.  "You are from the Qing Dynasty, what are you doing in Satsuma Domain?" The warrior suddenly opened his eyes and asked in Chinese.  "You are quite shrewd. You can tell at a glance that I am a Han." Mo Can finally heard the familiar language.  "Don't you have a big braid on the back of your head?" "Isn't that right? Only men in the Qing Dynasty wore this long, thick, black braid."  "I'm here to look for someone." Mo Can said.  "Who are you looking for?" "Inukai has a human face." "What are you looking for?" "Ask him something." "What is it?" "I can't tell you until I see him in person." "I am Inukai, please.  Say it." The middle-aged warrior said coldly.  Mo Can looked at him as if he didn't believe it, so he asked: "Is that sword of yours the Muramasa Demon Sword?" "You have good eyesight. An old man from the Qing Dynasty actually recognizes the Ise Muramasa sword. If you have anything to do, please tell me quickly, Huangquan Road  "No one waits on the road to hell." "I don't understand." Don't pretend to be confused.  "You killed Inukai's ninjas and fierce dogs. Do you still want to leave here alive?" "Yeah. That's right. But it's hard to say who will go to hell. Well, I assume you are Inukai's human face. Let me ask you.  , Why did the Ghost Slayer family occupy Sakurajima?" Mo Can always felt that this matter was not practical, so it was better to ask clearly before taking action.  "Are you a killer hired by Ichiro Kifune from the Qing Dynasty?" "Even so." "How old is your birthday this year?" "I am seventy years old." "'Seventy years are rare in life', and you die under the sword of Muramasa.  Consider it your blessing." The warrior said calmly.  Mo Can also heard Ichiro Onifune mention this Muramasa demon sword. Why do Japanese people admire it so much?  Could it be that it was also obtained from the spirit world?  If that's true, you can't underestimate the enemy. In the past, the consequences of underestimating the enemy were that you could only pretend to be dead to get through, but you can't be so lucky every time.  Knowing yourself and your enemy, it is better to first find out the origin of this Muramasa sword.  "I don't understand, why is it that one is blessed to die under the Muramasa sword, but other ways of death are inferior?" Mo Can asked.  "Don't want to be a fool? That's fine, listen carefully," the middle-aged samurai said, "Shogun Tokugawa Ieyasu's grandfather, Matsudaira Kiyoyasu, was killed by the Muramasa sword. His father, Matsudaira Hirochada, was injured by the Muramasa sword, and his son was killed by the Muramasa sword.  Commit seppuku. The general's own finger was injured by the Muramasa sword, so it was called the "demon sword" or "evil sword". In Japan, those who privately possess the Muramasa sword are punished with death. If you die under this sword, you will not be with the shogunate family.  Isn¡¯t it a blessing to be in company?¡± ¡°I still don¡¯t understand where this Muramasa sword comes from?¡± ¡°This Muramasa sword was made by Ise Sanzaemon Muramasa in the first year of Bungame, and it lasted more than two hundred years.  There is so much bloodthirsty, tonight I will taste the blood of the Qing people again. " "Hey, I thought it had some extraordinary origin, but it turned out to be just a common thing in the world." Mo Can finally felt relieved.  "I've finished speaking, let's show off our weapons." The samurai stood up slowly, bowed respectfully to the Muramasa demon sword on the wooden stand, and then gently grasped it with both hands across his chest.  "Since it is a forbidden sword and anyone who hides it secretly will die, then why do you still have the Muramasa Demon Sword?" Mo Can asked again.  "Where do all these problems come from? You don't need to know this at all." The middle-aged warrior sneered, then stepped forward and waved his hands, and a cold light swept across Mo Can's neck.  With a crisp sound of "dang", the battle-tested Muramasa demon sword was instantly broken into two sections. Mo Can still had a simple dagger in his hand. Although he had a spider armor amulet for defense, it still had a little more insurance.  as well.  The middle-aged samurai lowered his head to look at the half-length Muramasa sword in his hand, as if he couldn't believe his eyes. He stood there motionless, tears falling down.  Mo Can was just about to give up the dog, but he hesitated when he saw this situation.  The middle-aged warrior sighed: "The sword is with the person, but the sword dies and the person dies." He knelt down with his knees banged, and adjusted his posture.Half of the knife edge stabbed into his lower abdomen, and then he pulled his stomach open. The blood dyed his white clothes red, and he fell to the ground.  He raised his head in pain and said something Japanese to the black-clothed ninja next to him. The black-clothed man silently pulled out his ninja sword from behind and swung his arm to chop off the middle-aged samurai's head instantly.  Mo Can looked at this tragic scene in surprise, thinking to himself that it was just a knife, and it would not have killed himself. These Japanese people are really pedantic. If only people from the Qing Dynasty would not be so heartless.  Since Inukai was dead, his mission was completed and there was no need to stay here anymore, so he turned around and prepared to leave.  "What kind of magical weapon actually cut off the Muramasa demon sword? Inukai Ningmen needs to see it. Please invite him in." Someone suddenly said loudly in the hall, and then spoke Japanese.  The man in black then stretched out his hand to signal Mo Can to enter the palace.  Mo Can was startled, and looked down at the white-clothed warrior on the ground. It turned out that this man was not a dog with a human face, but the real master was in the main hall.  Mo Can cautiously stepped onto the stone steps step by step and entered the hall.  In the brightly lit hall, there was a middle-aged man in black kimono standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him expressionlessly.  "Nala Fu" Mo Can was so shocked that he couldn't help blurting out.  "I am a dog with a human face. You, an old man from the Qing Dynasty, actually cut off the Muramasa Demon Sword. It is simply unheard of. What kind of dagger is so powerful? I wonder if I can borrow it for a look?" Mo Can carefully looked at the middle-aged man in front of him.  He looks exactly like Nalafu, with the same delicate face, intelligent eyes, and even the movements of his mouth when speaking. I can't help but wonder in my heart, could he be a longevity man?  "It's an ancestral thing, why not look at it?" Mo Can threw the dagger with its scabbard readily.  Inuyang Renmen stretched out his hand to catch the dagger, looked at Mo Can in surprise and said, "The people in the Qing Dynasty are indeed bold and courageous. Can you tell me your surname?" "Wudang Moer." Inuyang Renmen nodded.  : "I heard that there are many masters in Shaolin Wudang in the Qing Dynasty, and I met one today." After saying that, he took out the dagger from the sheath. Suddenly, there was a cold light and a cold air. He couldn't help but praise again and again, "What a good sword. It's really good."  A good sword, even if Muramasa reincarnated, he would never be able to forge such a magical weapon. ""Mr. Inukai, I want to ask you something, can you tell me the truth?" Mo Can said.  "Mr. Mo Er generously gave me the sword, and I, Inukai, will not hide anything. Ask, what's the matter?" "Has your name always been Inukai Renmen?" "Well, when I was young, I used to do it.  There was a name." Inukai answered truthfully.  "The eighth day of the lunar month in Haikou?" Mo Can asked.  "Hey, how did you know?" Inukai said in astonishment.  "I also know your earlier name." "What?" Quan Yang looked at Mo Can in confusion.  "Xu Shounan, that was your name when you were born in the Qing Dynasty." Mo Can said, but felt warm in his heart.  Quan Yang stared at Mo Can, and Mo Can silently stared at his eyes. Slowly, a grinning dog head emerged from the depths of his black pupils  "Okay, I've finished answering your questions. Now it's time to resolve the matter between us. Did the ghost ship slip through the net come with you this time?" Inukai's tone suddenly changed.  "He is waiting outside the manor." Mo Can replied.  "It's not fair to use this artifact in the competition between us. Let's store it here first." Inukai Renmen said and flicked his hand, and the dagger flew up to the roof and stuck on the wooden beam.  Mo Can didn¡¯t say anything. He was indeed Shou Nan, but he had been possessed by a thousand-year-old evil dog. How could he drive the evil dog away without hurting his host, Shou Nan?  "I'm going to relieve myself first, and then we'll tell the difference." Inukai turned around and walked to the corner of the hall, raised one leg and peeed sideways.  Mo Can was thinking quickly in his mind, but he couldn't think of a good way in his haste. Anyway, with the spider armor protecting him, he couldn't hurt himself.  After urinating, Inukai Renmen bent over and sniffed with his nose, then turned around and took off a katana hanging on the wall and said: "Mr. Moji, the artifact dagger has been stored on the beam, do you want it again?"  What weapon to use?" Mo Can looked around, but there was nothing useful. He saw a broom standing next to the palace door, so he picked it up and said, "I'll just use it." Quan Yang Renmian nodded and said:  "I heard that the masters of the Central Plains can spread beans to form an army, pick leaves and hurt people. I'm going to learn a lesson today." "You come in." Mo Can smiled slightly.  Inukai held the katana tightly with both hands, and the lightA five-clawed golden dragon is vaguely engraved on the blade, and the blade flashes with a cold light.  "Is this also the Muramasa demon sword?" Mo Can felt that this sword was no worse than the one of the white warrior.  "Yes, this sword is called 'Miaoho Muramasa'. The blade is two feet and eight inches long. It is the last work of Shishu Muramasa in the tenth year of Yongzheng. In these ten years, no one can hide from my dog."  "Three swords in one's face", let's see if Mr. Mo can make an exception today.  ¡± This dog-raised human face is known as the best master of the Satsuma clan. With the feared "human face three swords", he fought all over Kagoshima, killing countless people and never exceeding three swords. The Japanese samurai sword is pure in steel, narrow and fast.  , the blade is long and the attack surface is large, so the lethality is much greater than that of the swords in the Central Plains. This kind of knife originated from the plain knife of the Tang Dynasty in China, so it is also called "Tang Sword" in Japan, just like karate is also called "Tang Shou".  "Similarly, holding a sword with both hands was a more popular way of holding it in the Han Dynasty. As he spoke, the cold light of Inuyang's "Miaofa Muramasa" flashed, and it reached Mo Chan's neck. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better updates of the novel.  Faster!
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