Chapter 158

Why do you want to learn Kendo

This is a Kendo venue. Teng Yong, who is still a child, kneels down on the ground. In front of him is an old man with sharp eyes in mahogany clothes and clogs.

"To be a good warrior!"

"Wrong!"

Bang, the bamboo sword hit, the pain to the bone, even more unforgettable is the old man's eyes: "the warrior should be fearless of life and death, the swordsman should be one, nothing else! This is also the ultimate meaning of our mindless flow! "

At this moment, the figure of the old man looks so lonely: "when one day, you can abandon life and death, honor, and even Samurai identity, you will really appreciate the essence of mindless flow!"

Bang!

In reality, Teng Yong stepped back more than ten steps, his hands almost numb.

Even though he is a swordsman, he is still middle-aged, not to mention Wu Ming's magic power!

Just now, the ultimate "power" - killing God with one knife has been the peak of his life, the sum of his murderous spirit accumulated in the past 20 years!

Keep up one's strength, and then decline, three and exhaust!

Now, his physical strength is falling back from the peak, and no longer returns to the previous state.

More importantly, the opposite Wu Ming will not give him any chance to readjust.

"Are you going to die?"

Tu Teng Yong murmured in his heart, and suddenly became resolute: "even if I abandon life and death, dignity and the name of samurai, I will defeat you!"

In this moment, he finally abandoned the fear of life and death, abandoned the obstinacy of samurai honor, and even... Abandoned himself!

In this state, Tu tengyong suddenly felt his breakthrough, and the secret skill that Wu nianliu had never understood suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Upanism -- the position of floating bird!"

In other words, his heart has been flying out of his body, combined with some extreme power in the whole world.

This kind of strength is so great, make him get rid of from the disadvantageous state, put on the posture of a swordsman, slowly out of the sword.

WOW!

The waves were rough and there seemed to be a long song of seagulls.

"Well?"

At that moment, Wu Ming seemed to see a piece of barren sea in front of him. The waves were rough, the wind and snow were fast, and the floating birds were surfing and flying high!

The floating bird finally turned into a sword light and appeared in front of him almost in the blink of an eye.

"Lord

Matsushita Kenichi, Matsushita Xiangtai and so on were shocked, even abandoned the warrior's honor, one by one stood up to draw the sword.

Ding!

After the crisp sound, the two figures suddenly merged and separated.

"I'm fine!"

Wu Ming slowly stood in the same place, looking at his chest, the cut on the five color robe, his face was rather ugly.

"Lord, the martial arts are prosperous and invincible!"

See the Lord opposite, earthwork Teng Yong fell to the ground can't stand the appearance, win or lose nature at a glance, make Panasonic Xiang too many people happy to bow down.

"If it wasn't for the five color robe this time, I would have been hurt..."

Wu Ming thought to himself that he was a real man and a monk. It's strange that he didn't use magic weapons when dealing with swordsman warriors.

I just didn't expect that the other side could break through in the end and let his five color robe suffer a lot.

At this time came to the earthwork Teng Yong side, looking at each other's bleeding wound, there are traces of scorched black around: "what else do you want to say?"

"I really want to..."

Tu Teng Yong's eyes had a little luster at this time: "it's like going back to his hometown to see the cherry blossom, and... Drinking the samurai tea she made..."

Shaking hands, it seems to want to seize something, but finally helpless to fall.

As soon as his head tilted, he fell into complete darkness.

……

I don't know how long it's been.

Tu tengyong opened his eyes again: "is this the kingdom of heaven?"

It seemed to be a dungeon, dark and damp, but there was dark brown blood on the stone platform under him, which had already dried up, as if with endless ferocity and resentment.

"It seems that... People like me can't become Buddhas after death. Is this the kingdom of Youming Shura..."

"Wrong, you're still alive!"

Wu Ming's figure came slowly, with a kind of evil and strange temperament that had never been seen before: "tell me, who did you come here under the direction of?"

Although the swordsman came to avenge his apprentice, it was normal for him to be in love and reason, but Wu Ming still felt that something was wrong.

"Speak up quickly, or I will destroy your mindless flow!"

At this time, he naturally did not need to hide.

"With the measure of ghost hall, I really have the ability to destroy wunianliu, but I came here completely because of my own will... Hasegawa zuoweimen is my favorite disciple..."

Earthwork Teng Yong want to struggle, but found that the body below the head has lost consciousness, not from a wry smile.

"No lies?"

Wu Ming frowned: "forget it, you will say it sooner or later..."

He recited the magic mantra in his mouth, and a white mist emerged, squirming like a small snake, and got in from the five senses of Tu tengyong.

"You... Evil Yin Yang skill!"

Tu tengyong's face is red. Unfortunately, he has been seriously injured, and he has lost his blood and spirit, and can't fight against Wu Ming's technique.

His eyes grew deeper and deeper, and he finally fell into the dark.

A moment later, Wu Ming took back the palm of his hand that he pressed on the Tianling cover of Tu fangteng, with a trace of doubt on his face: "after hearing the news, all the information he bought from Ninja with a lot of money is normal... But why do I always feel that something is wrong?"

In his opinion, his fame will surely attract the attention of those who want to do something.

When this attention reaches its peak, some temptations will inevitably occur.

Although it seems very normal, it is difficult to ensure that there is no enemy reincarnation in the middle of the layout.

After all, if he wants to set up bait to catch him, he won't be so stupid. It's normal for him to go to battle and use other ghosts to replace him.

"Forget it... No matter you are a scapegoat or a hapless person, or a simple avenger, at least... It's still useful..."

Wu mingduan looked at each other's face in detail and said thoughtfully.

This Samurai already has a three-level realm. Although he is pure Kendo, he is still a strong man of the same level as himself in essence. With this essence, he is a good candidate for shadow samurai.

"Well, I'm a little old, and I'm a little short, but it's not a problem. The corpse refining technique of the corpse refining sect can solve it..."

Then, he immediately looked at the pork in the vegetable market and carefully scanned Tu tengyong.

"As for the breath, I can plant the technique of forming my hair and blood on him... Well, I have to say that Fusang's Yin Yang technique is still useful in this aspect..."

"How about the final problem of control? It seems that the hypnotism in Ninja can also be used together... "

During this period of time, Wu Ming did not do anything.

In addition to daily routine training, it is through the relationship between Itou Keixiu and ninjas, to get a lot of books about the Yin-Yang and Ninja, and even the power books.

Now another excellent material has been sent to Wu Ming's door. Combined with the previous idea of shadow warrior, a plan immediately appears in Wu Ming's mind.

Do what you say!

Wu Ming took out a knife, compared the face shape of bi tu Teng Yong, and immediately made a cut in each other's face without hesitation.

The gruesome sound of scraping meat and bones kept coming. Half an hour later, Wu Ming looked at his work and reluctantly expressed his satisfaction.

"And... Is..."

With his knife, he carved a five pointed star array on each other's forehead, and immediately cut his fingers to let drop of blood permeate in.

"Taiyin shines on the nether world, and Jiuyou's Qi is as urgent as my orders!"

The sound of the low incantation is constantly ringing in the dungeon, and the dark and dense atmosphere of the nether world immediately envelops the earth Teng Yong on the stone platform.

Creak! Creak!

In the sound of acid teeth, the bones on his body were growing, the wounds on his face began to heal, the flesh and blood spread, and his skin became plump and smooth. It seemed that he was twenty years younger in an instant.

At the same time, his face was constantly changing, gradually moving closer to Wu Ming's own.

"Moving a knife to your face... There is always a wonderful feeling of discomfort..."

Wu Ming touched his face, and then looked at the figure on the stone platform, who was more and more like his twin brother. His face was serious: "well... Although it's enough to be fake and real... It's still not as handsome as me!"

……

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

In the meeting room of the ghost family, Matsushita Xiangtai, Kenichi, weishengzaoji, lihuamaozhu, and the recruited warriors were all there, with their hands on the ground, listening to the instructions of the ghost family's supervisor and the ghost's eye.

"Everyone has worked very hard this month. All the work has been done very well. Thank you

Ghost a method eye, hands down, the same salute.

"I dare not!"

As the head of the family, his posture was so humble and kind that other warriors saluted one after another, even more secretly.

After all the chores were finished, the ghost said: "thanks to the efforts of Li Hua Mao Zhu and Wei Sheng Zaoji, the temple on the hill has also been built. I'll name it" instinct Temple "! I also invite the master of the chair! "

At the end of the speech, clapping hands, the wooden door was opened, and a kind-hearted monk came in.

"I'd like to introduce you to this master. His name is shanseng Zhengfang. He was invited by me to preside over my family temple."

The ghost said at a glance.

"My name is shanseng Zhengfang. When I meet you for the first time, please give me more advice!"

The monk immediately saluted the warriors present.

He looks very young. Maybe he is less than 30 years old. Although he has some doubts, since the Lord is so trusting, and his every move does have a faint Zen flavor. He is very like an eminent monk. His family ministers dare not neglect him, but also return a gift.

"Well, if you don't have any sense, from today on, instinct temple will be presided over by you. Don't let me down!"

"Hi

Mountain monk Zhengfang respectfully agreed, and the ghost one eye to eye, all in silence（ (to be continued.)