"This means that the family hierarchy of the Sheqiba family will be reshaped. Even the noble Amaterasu may have his throne affected."
Yuan Zhisheng's expression remained unchanged.
"Although it is not clear how the Menggui people developed the evolution medicine. But they did it. They pushed the half-breeds of the White King in the Waiwu Family to the level of super hybrids like the Emperor."
"We outsiders won't be silenced, right?" Caesar shook the glass of whiskey with ice, the brown liquid was thick and thick under the dim light.
What he said was just a joke, but Lu Mingfei was startled. He couldn't help but look at the Yasha and Crow at the other table who were devouring their food. Their ferocious and sullen expressions were very similar to the gangsters in the movie who came to the villain killer. .
However, they are indeed in this profession.
Lu Mingfei looked at the ramen with no soup left at the bottom of the bowl again, and suddenly thought that many film directors like some obscure details to convey the subsequent plot development of the characters to the audience.
For example, get dumplings on the bus and noodles on the bus!
But maybe it was because Yuan Zhisheng didn't say anything, and the few retainers around him were too honest and quiet.
The handsome man smiled slightly and said, "The evolutionary medicine was created by fierce ghosts. Instead of solving the source of the problem, I will solve the people who know the problem. As an old Chinese saying goes, isn't this just deceiving one's ears and stealing the bell?"
"That's right. As the emperor of the eight Sheqi families, how can he be successful without this kind of confidence?"
Caesar laughed.
Lu Mingfei's tense nerves were relieved by Caesar's laughter. That's right. Even if the sky fell and there was a tall man holding it up, what would he be afraid of?
"Can I see your knife?"
Chu Zihang, who had been silent all this time, stared at the spider cut around Yuan Zhisheng's waist and handed it over.
Yuan Zhisheng handed over the sword with a dark red sheath with both hands. Chu Zihang took it with both hands and stared at the shape of the sword under the dim light of the ramen shop. Then he held the handle of the knife with his right hand and pulled out the slender blade. The reflected light was like the cold moon.
The blood of Sakurai Akira stained on the blade has been extracted by crows and removed by high-temperature searing with a spray gun. For such an alchemical weapon, it needs constant maintenance and repair to ensure that it is in perfect condition every time it is unsheathed.
"It must be an ancient sword. Most of these swords are lying in museums, and they are rarely used as weapons outside."
Chu Zihang put the sword into its sheath and handed it back to Spider Che, with a focused look like a samurai. Even if there were couples passing by after finishing their ramen, some girls could not help but set their sights on Chu Zihang and the others.
Then he was scared away by Yasha's fierce eyes. They look too much like a protection-money gang.
"Looking back on history, it's an antique that can be put in a museum." Yuan Zhisheng nodded.
Among these people, he still felt most comfortable talking to Chu Zihang. None of them had that kind of unconstrained thinking.
"Except for the Mikazuki Sokika that was taken away by the traitor Miyamoto Matsu, there are not many famous swords left in Japan." Minamoto sighed with emotion.
"A traitor to our family?"
None of the three had heard of the name Miyamoto Matsu, but they were curious about the word traitor.
"That's Tsuji Hirata, your kendo master from Kassel Academy."
Yuan Zhisheng didn't show off.
But this answer made it clear to Caesar and Chu Zihang.
No wonder Master Hirata Tsuji has always been sitting alone in the sword dojo these years, looking at the old cherry tree at the door and sighing. He clearly misses his hometown but has never returned to Japan to take a look.
Even Kassel students who came from Japan's Jakikihachi family never went to Hirataji's kendo hall to practice swordsmanship.
"Back then, the previous emperor of the Snake Qiba family couldn't bear the responsibility of revitalizing the family after the war. Under heavy pressure, he killed many concubines and burned down his family's temple to escape. He also took many swords collected in the temple. Burned to the ground.
At that time, Miyamoto Matsu was the head of the Miyamoto family, one of several famous kendo masters, and a solid supporter of the emperor. He followed the emperor's footsteps closely.
He did not hesitate to betray the family that had trained him for a long time, snatched a famous sword from the burning temple, and fought with the eight members of the Sheqi family who came to arrest the Shadow Emperor after hearing the news, to buy time for the Shadow Emperor to escape.
Later, he was seriously injured and dying, and he boarded the American warship that Angers had greeted and fled out of Japan.
Due to the pressure from Angers and the North American Headquarters, the family could not continue to pursue him. Fortunately, they took back his surname and first name and thus drew a clear line with the Snake Qihachi family. "
After listening to Hirata's deeds, Caesar and Chu Zihang looked at each other, so the reason for all this was the previous emperor of the Sheqiba family?
"It sounds weird."
Caesar raised his eyebrows. Fortunately, he had a stud father who looked like a playboy, otherwise he would really not be able to understand the emperor's brain.
As for Hirataji's approach, it is more like Tadashi who abides by bushido. As a retainer, his choice is to advance and retreat together with his master.
From this point of view, the emperor must be a very charismatic guy.
“If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight.”
Hearing Caesar's vague admiration in his words, Yuan Zhisheng gave a rare cold snort.
As the youngest director in the history of Japan's executive branch, Minamoto has always been guided by the principles of justice in his heart.
He was used to seeing too much darkness on the ground in Tokyo. In places where light could not be found, people's hearts were like wild beasts, using the strong to bully the weak and the masses to bully the minority.
Therefore, Yuan Zhisheng increasingly advocates courage and the awareness of facing death, and has always had zero tolerance for waste and people who are willing to degenerate.
In his eyes, the previous emperor of the Sheqiba family was undoubtedly the latter.
This sentence made the old chef in the kitchen, who was serving ramen noodles to the guests with a smile, tremble in his hands, and his eyes that were shining just now were a little dark.
Just now, seeing Yuan Zhisheng eating the tonkotsu ramen he made, Shang Shanyue thought this would be a perfect entry point to meet the child.
But now, he couldn't help but think of the young man wearing the fox mask and what he said.
"You are now appearing in front of Yuan Zhisheng as a father. There is no meaning at all except to scare the snake. Even if you issue a paternity test certificate, it can only prove that you were a bastard who killed his wife and abandoned his son.
No matter how much hardship and remorse you have in your heart. In the eyes of law enforcers like Yuan Zhisheng, sinners should be punished by the sword. "
Shangyue originally had high hopes, but when he saw the murderous look in his son's evil eyes, he knew that this was a child who would insist on walking his own path.
"What's more, the people of the Sheqiba family will not trust you. After all, it was you, the Shadow King, who gave up on them and allowed them to step by step from the shadow of defeat to where they are today. Even some elders who know the inside story can You ramen stall turns a blind eye. But among the younger generation,
You, Shang Shangyue, are undoubtedly a negative example, a sinner who possesses royal blood but is willing to fall. "
That rainy night at the street corner, the young man raised his hand and pointed at him like this.
