Chapter 316 When It Rains

The other party was silent, and Arima Tadayasu was not in a hurry. He looked up and began to look at the decoration in the hall. No matter how many times he came here, it felt like a different world from the castle town outside.

The decoration in the hall was gorgeous and exquisite. It was not the kind of nouveau riche style with gold-inlaid beams and jade-inlaid floors. It was just that in this era, such a subtle decoration was shocking. The screen was signed by Kano Eitoku, who was once the official painter of the Oda family.

The simple-looking golden nanmu beams and wooden floors were spotless like mirrors. There were many window lattices on the east and west walls, and the glass bought from the Nanman was embedded in the windows. It was a sunny day, and the castle tower was originally high. When the windows were opened, bright light accompanied by a cool and dry Japanese breeze filled the hall.

The hall was not small in size. Even during the day, it could not be fully illuminated by the sun. Therefore, many smokeless oil lamps that seemed to never go out were lit on the exquisitely shaped lamps. There was no smell when burning, and the light was yellow and gentle.

If you sit here on weekdays, it would be a different experience to drink tea and watch dance with maids in costumes, but the chaotic shouting and screaming outside broke the atmosphere that should have been peaceful.

I don’t know how many subjects starved to get this.

Arima Tadayoshi felt emotional. He always had a feeling that he seemed to have always wanted to come back here, but he had waited for a long time. Now he finally got what he wanted, so he naturally had to savor the various emotions that emerged in his heart.

When the city lord Kuchiki Hidemasa was asked this question, he was a little flustered at first, but when he saw that Arima Tadayoshi did not rush up with his sword but sat down to admire the hall, he was slightly relieved.

But when he thought that he might be appreciating everything that was about to be achieved, his expression became gloomy again, his voice was serious and angry, and his body leaned forward.

"Lord Arima, do you want me to explain to you?"

"I also want you to explain to me, what happened to those samurai who rushed into the castle tower? Who are the rebels who killed their colleagues loyal to?"

"Lord Arima, are you going to commit a crime?"

Hidemasa Kuchiki was sitting at the head of the hall, asking three questions in a row, his momentum rising steadily, and in the end he really seemed to be fearless of Tadayasu Arima, with the majesty of the lord of a city.

Tadayasu Arima looked outside through the glass window, as if he was thinking about something, quite absent-minded, Hidemasa Kuchiki did not dare to urge him, and the other samurai felt quite humiliated, and they were all furious.

After a few seconds, Tadayasu Arima came back to his senses, looked at him and sneered: "We have known each other for many years, there is no need to act like this, Hidemasa Kuchiki."

The several samurai guarding the lord of the city were furious: "Disrespectful!"

"Don't be disrespectful!"

The lord of the city was sweating profusely, and hurriedly stopped them, what level are you guys? You have gained confidence by fighting bandits, right?

Or do you think I didn't die fast enough?

Others only know the reputation of Arima Zhongkang, but Kuchiki Hidemasa has actually seen him killing people on the battlefield and making thousands of soldiers afraid.

So no matter how bad the situation is, as long as he rides a horse and takes a big gun to the battlefield, the morale of the army can be quickly restored. Thousands of soldiers, whether samurai or foot soldiers, shout the name of the sword saint. Correspondingly, the morale of the enemy will inevitably drop and dare not fight him.

This scene really left a very deep shadow in his heart. It was not until now that Arima Zhongkang was nearly seventy that he dared to attack him.

But now it seems that he was still underestimated. Thousands of soldiers and horses attacked them, but they didn't fight them, and they didn't even leave a scar on this old man.

Therefore, don't look at this old man in his sixties or seventies, but now there are only two or three cats around him. Even if there are twenty more samurai, he will just chop him a few more times.

Now I just hope that he is just suspicious. Based on my understanding of Arima Tadayasu, he would not kill me directly without solid evidence.

Kuchiki Hidemasa swallowed his saliva, anxious, but had to pretend to be calm: "I don't know what Lord Arima is talking about. It must be that Toyama Masanori who is trying to sow discord."

Arima Tadayasu laughed three times: "How did Lord Kuchiki know that it was Toyama Masanori who led the troops to attack us?"

The warriors stood in front of the lord of the city, and Kuchiki Hidemasa fell back in fear.

"There are many strange things about this matter. Why doesn't Lord Arima find out the whole story before making a decision? Otherwise, if it really falls into the trap of the Kanto rats to sow discord, wouldn't it be a pain for the relatives and joy for the enemies?"

Kuchiki Hidemasa's old body shook like a sieve, and his words were reversed, so that people felt that Arima Tadayasu was the lord of the city, and he was a subordinate.

"It is necessary to find out the whole story. Arima Tadayasu never wrongly accuses good people." Arima Tadayasu said, standing up.

Kuchiki Hidemasa thought he was leaving, so he nodded quickly.

"Why don't we discuss the rest later? Now the Kanto bandits are approaching, and there are samurai rebelling in our city. I heard that those samurai are friendly with Lord Arima, so the task of appeasing them may be that Lord Arima will have to trouble him."

"How can there be rebellion when a righteous man kills a traitor?"

Arima Tadayasu said in a deep voice, drew his sword with a clang, and strode towards Kuchiki Hidemasa. The silver-like blade was like a dream under the dim yellow candlelight.

"Traitor! Die!" A samurai shouted angrily and rushed up with a high-handed sword. Before he could see the sword light clearly, he collapsed to the ground, twitching with his hands covering his neck, and the bright red blood spread on the floor that could reflect the shadow of a person.

The other samurai looked stern and looked at each other: "Let's go together!"

Several people raised their swords and slowly surrounded him, ready to hack Arima Tadayasu to death.

"Kill!"

Some Ma Zhongkang didn't even look at them, but at the moment when he felt the killing intention, the left bow was cut out of a very powerful sense of power.

"puff!"

For the long -standing ship, the samurai who stood close to the samurai who had a relatively nearly stood as a hot knife, and smoothly broke the armor -breaking venue. The throat of a samurai was pierced accurately, and then a calm crowded crossed the last samurai two sections of the last samurai.

The whole process does not exceed two seconds.

Several samurai was killed on the spot without the chance of swords. Ma Zhongkang took a sword flower and made the blood vibration movement of the sky blue.

I seem to have waited for a long time, but at this moment, I really stood here. Looking at the panic in front of this person, Ma Zhongkang suddenly couldn't afford any interest. Inexplicable liberation.

"How can it."

Shiwu Xiuzheng looked at his last guard's power and was instantly killed by the old man in front of him. The splattered blood showed on the exquisite screen and bloomed like a plum blossom. He touched his neck and climbed back while hurried Essence

"It was their own claims, there are Masa Ma, yes-"

The knife light came like a Hongyuequan,

"puff!"

Kuangmu Shijin only felt that the neck was cold, and then the sky turned around, and the vision was finally set.

Ma Zhongkang picked up a handkerchief on the main desk of the city, wiped the knife carefully, and walked to the window.

"Finally, isn't it? Isn't it? After waiting for hundreds of years, you should rest."

There is an old man's voice behind him.

When Ma Zhongkang turned around, he saw a simple old man standing behind him. His face was slightly long, his eyebrows were stretched, his eyes were bright and clear, like children, with two -character eight -character Hu, but it did not look scams. If there is no smile.

Wearing a short -knee dilapidated kimono, yellow -washed yellow, very old -fashioned, loose trousers, tied your legs on your feet, no shaving the moon, a white hair simply tied a bun, a dead branch as a dead branch as a dead branch as a dead branch as a dead branch. Best, there is a bucket of buckets hanging on the back, a kettle made of bamboo on the waist and the ornaments of some beautiful stones.

"You are. During the rain? Didn't you say you want to travel to Penglai. Come back so soon?"

"Quick?" Shock his head, "hundreds of years."

"Hundred years?"

Ma Zhongkang looked stunned, staring at him, and then seemed to think of something, his look changed, and for a while, he was lost for a while, as if there were countless personalities competing in the body.

After a while, he stroked his forehead and rubbed it, and his expression became calm: "So is this, am I dead?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about going to Penglai to listen to Guxian preaching for about ten years. Maybe I can bring you some fairy fruit and so on. Bian is the sound of the avenue, I can listen to the fascination, it is two hundred years in a blink of an eye. "

When the rain looked complicatedly, he waved, and when he waved his hand, the corpses, skulls, and blood in the hall disappeared. There was a table in front of you, with some flower cards for folk gambling, also known as flower tales.

There is a small stove next to it. The fire is small, with a pot of water, a few pots of sake in the water, and some fairy fruits are full of spiritual fruits on the right.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Take off the Douyu aside, sit down, pick up a piece of flowers and shake it, and look at You Ma Zhongkang with great interest: "I lost to you that time, but dare to come again?"

Ma Zhongkang sneered: "I don't know how to die." Said walking over and sat down, randomly drawing a flower card, "My big, you are a dealer, shuffle."

As he said, he hummed a bottle of wine from the kettle next to him. Two jade cups appeared on the table. He was not surprised and poured a cup for the two.

"Thanks for you these years, otherwise I am afraid I will commit great crimes."

Ma Zhongkang smiled and drank the wine in his hands. He just felt that his soul that was about to dissipate was warm.

"You and I have a good deal, why bother to say this, but unfortunately your corpse's corpse is stupid, and you ca n’t even play with flowers, which will hurt me for hundreds of years here."

Saying in the rain, the clumsy hand secretly wanted to change the card. With Ma Zhongkang glance, he picked up a card and hit him: "

"Ahem, this is compensation!" It looked serious when it rained, revealing the majesty of the gods: "I am the god of rain, you have to let me take a few steps."

"Don't play anymore."

"Eh, don't." He quickly reached out and pulled his sleeves and took a fairy fruit: "Eat fruit, come from Penglai, you can extend your life."

"I am useful?"

"It's useless, but it can be solved, and I haven't even eaten the emperor, but you can eat it, is it very pleasant? You owe me too much."

"Ha? I remember that when you gambled in the gambling workshop, the pants were almost taken off.

"Isn't I still back now?"

Ma Zhongkang smiled, wiped his body with Xian Guo, bite it, and splashed the juice. There was a strange force to quickly fill the body. I just felt like the clouds, and these forces tried to swim in their bodies and wanted to save them. The soul of decay.

At the beginning, it did feel like a new life, but instantly passed into the heavens and the earth in the sieve -like Shenhun cave.

He finished the fairy fruit in silence, looked at the few left in the fruit plate, thought about it, and thought that maybe he could leave a few for Ayu and the others, so he didn't take any more.

Yu Shi didn't care about him, dealt the cards, and said while playing: "You old man, I have helped you fulfill your obsession, and you won't let me win a game until you die?"

"It's a matter of principle. What's more, if I deliberately let you win, would you feel happy?"

Arima Tadayoshi shook his head, and there were several more cards in his hand while talking and laughing. The island country's flower cards are similar to drawing pairs.

There are field cards, hand cards, and card library. If there are the same field cards and hand cards, they will be received in the hand. If there are no cards, draw a card from the card library. If they are the same, they will be received in the hand. Finally, the score of the cards in the hand will be settled according to certain rules to determine the winner.

Yu Shi nodded: "It will be very happy."

The two sat and played a few games. Arima Tadayoshi frowned slightly and then said.

"I can't hold on any longer. How do I deal with the corpse demon?"

Yu Shi frowned, staring at the cards in his hand as if he was facing a great enemy. He was silent for a moment, and then he answered after organizing his cards: "It's simple. Just control your body and let your apprentice chop a few times. I'll take care of the rest."

"You have a good eye for choosing an apprentice. He is a very talented and well-behaved kid. His future achievements will be beyond your imagination. The Sky Blue Sword Style will definitely flourish in his hands."

Arima Tadayoshi pondered for two seconds: "He has always been sentimental. If he lets him do it, he may have a knot in his heart. I am a dead man, and I can't bear to leave such a difficult problem for the younger generation."

Yu Shi smiled and said: "That child is a cultivator. Do you know what a cultivator is? According to the saying in Shenzhou, such people have a stable heart and a firm will. If they don't become immortals, they can also seek a good position in the God Realm. They won't If he has a knot in his heart, and if he is left with a knot just because of such a thing, then he is not suitable for cultivation, and he should seek a position as a god as soon as possible. "

Arima Zhongkang still frowned: "Why don't you do it?"

"I can't do it. Your body has become a corpse demon, as hard as steel, and there are countless evil ghosts protecting you. But I happen to be the rain god, and I am not good at fighting. I haven't learned any magic to kill magic. I am restrained by you. I can only trap the corpse demon, but I can't kill it. "

"Is that so."

Arima Zhongkang pondered for two seconds, calculated the cards in his hand, and grinned: "Huh? I won."

Yu Shi threw away the cards in his hand, drooping his white eyebrows, sitting there like a poor old man: "I still can't beat you, and you left me an obsession before leaving. Don't you feel sorry for it?"

"Because you are a god. I took this fruit away and let my apprentice taste it." Arima Zhongkang said, holding the fruit plate and got up and left.

Watching his back as he walked away, Yu Shi sat on the floor in a daze: "God, what kind of bullshit excuse is this?"

He sat on the floor for a long time, and a sigh echoed in the empty hall,

"Gods also have hearts.

Goodbye, my friend."