Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang

"Quick, tell me his true identity, quick!"

The old man in a kimono beat to a weird beat and let out a sharp roar.

The water curtain began to grow wildly, and the outline of the golden figure on it became clearer and clearer, and the shape was outlined bit by bit.

at the same time.

Zhang Zhiwei suddenly stopped in the snow, and a feeling of being peeped swept through his body.

"Which Patriarch wants to teach me my skills?"

Zhang Zhiwei smashed his mouth and looked up at the sky: "Ancestor of the Heavenly Master, is that you? The Zhenwu Emperor of Wudang has passed down a method. You, the authentic ancestor of Longhu Mountain, don't find an opportunity to manifest it and pass it on to your descendants. One and a half moves?"

"Huh? Something's wrong!"

Zhang Zhiwei held his breath. At this moment, he felt that the connection between the inner scene and himself was deepening bit by bit.

Some lines of cause and effect are winding around themselves.

"This situation...this is...!"

Zhang Zhiwei instantly realized that it was not a master who was looking at his descendants, but a highly skilled sorcerer who was spying on himself through the inner scene.

"Emperor Zhenwu can visit me, and I don't mind if the Grandmaster comes to visit me, but what kind of country chicken are you to dare to spy on me?!"

Looking at the intertwining lines of cause and effect, and following the vague feeling, Zhang Zhiwei slowly pulled out the Dongfeng sword.

The moment it was pulled out, with the tip of the Dongfeng sword as the center, fixed in the middle palace, a huge strange gate pattern slowly unfolded.

But the moment it unfolded, this huge Qimen bureau shrank sharply.

The Qimen Bureau, which was originally a circle, turned into a line and condensed on the sword of the Dongfeng Great Sword.

In Zhang Zhiwei's mind, the scene of Emperor Zhenwu using his sword to start nine strange gates appeared.

When Emperor Zhenwu struck that blow, he needed to connect all the patterns.

The nine patterns are nested and intertwined with each other, and finally draw a line and condense into a point. When his power explodes, time will almost stop, and then he will break through all the patterns in the world in one fell swoop.

One sword cuts across the world and breaks all patterns.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the thin lines intertwining from the interior scene.

The pattern of heaven and earth can also be broken.

"You can eat shit randomly, but you can't look at it randomly. Kill it!"

As he finished speaking, a ray of golden light left Zhang Zhiwei's palm.

The Dongfeng sword in Zhang Zhiwei's hands broke through the limit of his own speed.

With the long front in front, the Dongfeng sword turned into a line.

This sword made no sound. It cut through the sound and also cut through the thin lines intertwined from the interior scene.

The moment he drew his sword, Zhang Zhiwei saw that all the thin lines spreading from the interior scene fell apart in an instant and were chopped clean.

And the Ise Shrine in Japan is far away.

In the small courtyard, a curtain of skyrocketing water paused.

The golden figure in the water curtain suddenly moved, pulled out his long sword, and waved it.

With a "bang" sound, the water curtain twisted and turned into flames all over the sky, burning blazingly.

"Kakaka..."

The shrines around the pool were also broken inch by inch, and blood flowed from the broken parts.

Accompanied by shrill screams, these shrines were completely shattered and cracked into piles of rubble the size of a palm.

On the altar in the center of the pool, the Shinto priest vomited out a large mouthful of blood and could hardly stand.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged people watching from the outside were shocked and quickly strode over to help the old man up.

"Master Palace Secretary, how are you?"

The old man's forehead was covered with sweat, and he waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter, he won't die. The other party's fate is very important, and he should have learned some extraordinary skills. It is extremely difficult to predict."

"I used the altar, and transferred the backlash of the interior scenes to several gods through the altar, so that they could bear it for me."

"It was about to succeed, but the person who was predicted seemed to have noticed my prediction, and gave me a sword by unknown means, forcibly breaking the link, and it also backfired on me through the interior scene."

"This method of divination is an act of deceiving the heavens. If these gods had not blocked this disaster for me, I would have been in danger."

The old man was a little frightened and felt very uneasy. He thought that he was the grand priest of the Shinto Ise Shrine. His status was so high that it was not an exaggeration to say that he was inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people.

But a mere divination almost killed him. The opponent's sword intention was quite ruthless, and the backlash of the scene inside was also quite large.

After slowing down for a while, the Qi in his body adjusted its breath. He pushed away the middle-aged man's supporting hand and stood up alone. He looked at the fragments of the shrine on the ground and remained silent.

These are some of the gods worshiped, but he doesn't feel sorry for them.

There are eight million such insignificant gods in his Shinto sect. One of them has died, and another one is still there.

Isn't it just for this moment to enjoy the incense and offerings to these weak gods?

What he was thinking about was the result of this divination.

After thinking for a moment, he clapped his hands and called the witches waiting outside, asking them to clean the place and bring in some new shrines.

Afterwards, he washed his hands by the sink, straightened his appearance, and said to the middle-aged man next to him:

"Although this deduction failed, it was not without gain. At least I could clearly see the opponent's figure, possess such strength, and be extremely good at swordsmanship. If you can satisfy these requirements at the same time, let alone China, even if you look at the whole world , those are extremely rare!”

"Swordsmanship is the art of killing, and it can never be practiced behind closed doors. This person must be very famous in swordsmanship, and with such strength, he must have spent a lot of time polishing it. This person's age should be around Fifty and up.”

"Investigate, send out all available intelligence organizations to investigate. The people of our Shinto religion cannot die in vain, and neither can the soldiers of the empire!"

The old man spoke firmly and decisively.

The middle-aged man lowered his head and said, "Yes, Lord Palace Secretary, I will start arranging these things and I will definitely find the murderer!"

After a pause, the middle-aged man said again: "By the way, Mr. Palace Secretary, there is one more thing to report. His Majesty the Emperor has ordered that a grand ceremony will be held in Tokyo next week to commemorate the imperial soldiers who died in Bincheng. Call for their souls, and Prime Minister Kenjiro will also participate!"

"Originally, the chief priest of this memorial ceremony was the chief minister of Meiji Shrine, but Prime Minister Kenjiro hopes that you, the chief minister, can come and preside over this ceremony in person."

"At the same time, he also wants to discuss with you how the empire should retaliate against China's behavior this time."

The old man pondered for a moment and nodded: "Tell Kenjiro that I will arrive on time. By the way, how is the communication with the Bihe Mountain side? They are sharp swords that have been sheathed for nearly a hundred years. Now the Empire We need their strength, and it’s time to let them out of their sheaths!”

The middle-aged man said: "Our people are still in contact with the ninjas of Higashan Mountain, but the people of Higashan Mountain are very hostile to us. They say that they have been betrayed and it is difficult to trust us anymore. They will not serve the emperor." of."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man's face turned stern: "These people in Bihe Mountain are just murder tools we made, a knife, but they dare to disobey their master, Mr. Gong Si, since Bihe Mountain's forbearance will not cooperate. …”

The middle-aged man's face hardened: "Do you want to show him some color?"

After hearing this, the old man shook his head and said: "They are killing tools, sharp knives in our hands, and they are not slaves. The swords in the hands of samurai must be carefully maintained. We should respect the weapons. Show sincerity and do well." Get in touch!”

The old man's mouth curved and he sneered: "If they are really determined to disobey us and His Majesty the Emperor, our people will be surrounded and killed the moment they enter the mountain. Since they are still willing to negotiate, It means they are just waiting for a price, then they are still our killing tools, ask them clearly what they want, what do they want, and what will I give them?"

"What if their demands are too much?" the middle-aged man asked.

"They don't dare," the old man said: "Since they still admit that they are tools in our hands, then they don't dare to be too presumptuous with their masters. It doesn't matter to satisfy them with some empty words and insignificant promises, Lord Ye Guang, I’ll leave this matter to you!”

"Yes, Tsuchimikado Yeguang will definitely not disappoint Mr. Palace Secretary!" the middle-aged man said quickly.

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On the other hand, after Zhang Zhiwei swings his sword, the feeling of being spied on disappears from the interior scene.

"All the lines of cause and effect extending from the interior have collapsed, which means that cause and effect has been broken."

"If there is a cause, there must be an effect. The other party predicts that I am the cause, and my swing of the sword is the effect. The cause and effect have been completed. Unless one party dies, it cannot be broken."

"Did I just use my sword from a distance to kill the guy who was spying on me?"

Zhang Zhiwei thought for a moment, and then thought about the big fireball that appeared when he used the inner scene to divine the origin of the strange skill. Is that the same as the sword he just used?

Whenever someone divines the truth of the matter, there will be "someone" out there who will take action like he did just now.

"To say that people are a bit too abstract, it should be more appropriate to use prohibition."

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's mind.

"Since one sword can cut off the causal line extending through the interior scene, can it cut off the big fireball in the interior scene?"

As soon as this thought came to mind, Zhang Zhiwei's eyelids jumped wildly. With the status of Emperor Zhenwu, he must be qualified to contact the truth of these events. Emperor Zhenwu's sword skills might also be able to split the fireball.

But that must be done well, and the "one sword can separate the world" must be practiced to the point where the nine patterns can be connected into a line.

If he tried to chop that fireball at his current level, he would probably die just trying.

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, peeling this idea out of his mind, and then followed Guan Shihua's guidance and headed towards the gathering place of Bai Xian.

According to Guan Shihua's news on Yin Yang Paper, Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others have brought the wounded to Baixian Valley. The Baixians are very talkative and are already starting to treat the wounded.

Baixian Valley is deep in Changbai Mountain, not very far from the Dragon Vein Land. It didn't take long for Zhang Zhiwei to arrive.

I saw the valley ahead shrouded in clouds and mist, blowing out hot air. At first glance, it looked like a fairyland.

In front of the valley, there is a large stone tablet with a lot of special symbols of shamanism engraved on it and the words "Baixian Valley" written on it.

"I am Bai from Baixian Valley in Changbai Mountain. Is this fellow Taoist like the previous fellows here to visit Grandma Bai?"

A slightly shrill female voice came.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the sound.

Next to the stone monument, I saw a white hedgehog the size of a puppy. Half of its body was hidden behind the stone monument. It cautiously poked its head out and looked at him timidly with its two bright eyes.

Zhang Zhiwei saw the timidity of this little guy, hugged his hands and said, "Hello, please ask this immortal to lead the way!"

"No problem, please come with me!"

Seemingly seeing that Zhang Zhiwei was not very aggressive, Bai Xian lowered his guard and led the way by skipping ahead. He turned his head and glanced at Zhang Zhiwei from time to time to see if he was following.

Zhang Zhiwei followed all the way. The valley in Baixian was very beautiful, surrounded by bright blue ice. He walked all the way to the center of the valley and saw the volcanic lake and the small island in the lake.

A white hedgehog as big as a van was sitting on the island, with white energy boiling like fireworks all over its body. It was treating everyone.

The wounded transported from the Dragon Vein Land, including Guan Shihua, Lu Jin, Lu Ci and others, were all on the small island in the middle of the lake.

On the island, there were some very large hedgehogs lying around, watching the ancestor use his magical powers to save people.

Zhang Zhiwei's arrival still attracted attention. The hedgehogs on the island in the middle of the lake turned their heads, glanced at Zhang Zhiwei, and then turned away.

If it had been in the past, they might have looked at it carefully for a while. After all, they had lived in the mountains for a long time and rarely saw strangers.

But today, they saw too many strangers. Even though Zhang Zhiwei was taller, there was nothing particularly eye-catching. He didn't look as attractive as the man with the "white thorns" on his head!

However, Zhang Zhiwei's arrival made Lu Ci, Lu Jin and others cheer.

When they came to the Baixian Valley, they suddenly saw the Baixian who looked like a minivan. It was impossible to say that they were not feeling embarrassed or uneasy.

But the moment they met Zhang Zhiwei, they seemed to have a backbone and confidence, and their anxious hearts were instantly put back into their stomachs and felt at ease.

Senior Brother Zhang is here, it’s stable!

Grandma Bai also noticed the change in everyone's expressions and asked curiously: "What is the identity of that young man?!"

"His name is Zhang Zhiwei. He is the chief disciple of the 65th generation of Longhu Mountain. He is a direct descendant of the Heavenly Master. He is a disciple with a false surname. His Taoist name is Tiantong and his nickname is Little Heavenly Master!"

Before Guan Shihua could say anything, Huo Dezong Fengping, who was relatively out of his mind, hurriedly reported Zhang Zhiwei's name.

The chief disciple... the direct descendant of the Heavenly Master... nicknamed the Little Heavenly Master... Grandma Bai's dark eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, and then she showed an extremely human smile, waved her hand, and said enthusiastically:

"Okay, okay, a distinguished guest is coming. Children, hurry up, go and greet the distinguished guest!"

Following Grandma Bai's order, the little hedgehogs who were watching immediately started to act in unison.

They walked to the path connecting the island in the center of the lake to the lake shore, and neatly divided into two rows, as if marking a path to welcome Zhang Zhiwei's arrival.

This scene shocked everyone on the island in the middle of the lake.

Is it such a double standard?

It wasn't like this when they came.