At noon, it was obviously a scorching summer day, but uncharacteristically, there was heavy snowfall around Mount Ogao, which was as cold as winter.
In the backyard of the Aotonori Shrine, in the North Wing Zhaikan where Abe Sosuke once lived, a copper brazier was lit in the center of the room.
There was a strong wind and snow outside the window, but the house was as warm as spring. The fire pit was burning precious silver charcoal. Not only was there no smoke, but there was also a faint scent of pine.
Damn, should I say it or not, these onmyojis are not good at fighting, but they are quite good at enjoying themselves.
"Sand~"
A cigarette butt bounced into the brazier, causing a cloud of sparks. Du Weiguo took off his rain hat, subconsciously rubbed his bald gourd, and smacked his lips helplessly, with a gloomy expression on his face.
When I was fighting for my life with Xiang Pan before, I naturally had no time to care about my image in the moment of life and death. Now that I am free, I naturally start to care about the shape of my hair.
His bald head made his appearance plummet, and he felt extremely unhappy. Du Weiguo was stinky and had some idol baggage.
In other words, from the later generations when material entertainment was extremely abundant, he inexplicably traveled to the miserable 1960s. At that time, Du Weiguo wanted to die.
Of course, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and time travel also has benefits. No, Du Weiguo has now become a superman, and he can kill gods. He is a complete mess.
Among the many benefits, the one that satisfied Du Weiguo the most was this rich and handsome skin. Yes, it was just so superficial and he only liked what he wanted.
In fact, even if he is bald, Du Weiguo has a deep outline and three-dimensional facial features. He can definitely be regarded as a handsome monk, which is harmless.
The key is that he even has bald eyebrows. This is the most fatal thing. Eyebrows are an indispensable part of facial features. Throughout ancient and modern times, there is no handsome guy with bald eyebrows.
Damn, I don’t have the face to see people. I look like this now, as if I’m an idiot. I have no authority. If I am seen by acquaintances, I will laugh out loud.
Fortunately, Du Weiguo's metabolism is much better than that of ordinary people. In one night, green stubble appeared on his eyebrows. It is expected that he will be back to his original appearance in about 10 days, his hair will become a buzz cut, and his appearance will be back to its peak.
"Ahem~"
On the tatami in the back room, Qianye coughed twice and sat up with his body propped up. He had injured his internal organs before, and the injury was a bit serious. At this moment, his face was extremely pale, bloodless, and even his lips were white.
If an ordinary person suffered an injury like this, even if he wouldn't die immediately, he would probably have to lie in bed for at least a year and a half.
Fujiwara Qianye just took the wound medicine he prepared and slept all morning, and now he can actually sit up on his own. His physique is really good.
On the other hand, Fujiwara Sakura's injuries were much less serious, but she was still sleeping heartlessly at this moment. She could only lament that we were the same person but had different fates.
Fujiwara Qianye sat for a while and then struggled to get up. Du Weiguo glanced at him, put on his rain hat again, and said casually:
"Wake up, come here and drink some water."
"Yes~"
Fujiwara Qianye responded in a hoarse voice, then staggered to Du Weiguo and knelt down on the ground with a plop.
His voice was extremely hoarse, but his eyes were very sincere:
"Thank you, Your Excellency. I am deeply grateful for your life-saving grace. I will keep it in my heart."
Fujiwara Qianye looked like a dull gourd, but in fact he was a sensible person. He knew very well that Du Weiguo could have just walked away without showing up at all and allowed their brother and sister to die.
There is no harm in doing this. First of all, the Fujiwara brothers and sisters are dead, and there is no one who knows the secret that Du Weiguo appeared here.
Secondly, the killing of Xiangpan, the private possession of the Kusanagi sword, and the harvest of snake bone relics are naturally unknown to the public, and the truth will be lost forever.
At Du Weiguo's current level, he is so famous that there is no need for achievements to become famous. Making money quietly is the way to go.
Therefore, it is our duty not to save him, but to save him is a favor, and Fujiwara Qianye recognizes this favor.
Du Weiguo waved his hand indifferently, picked up a teacup from the table at hand, picked up the copper kettle on the brazier, and poured him a cup of tea.
"Drink tea."
The tea soup is bright yellow and clear, with a permeating aroma. This is called tea making in a charcoal-fired copper pot. It is one of the Japanese tea ceremonies. It was born out of the tea making culture of the Tang Dynasty and is very particular about tea etiquette.
Of course, Du Weiguo didn't care about this. After pouring the tea, he handed it over with one hand.
Fujiwara Qianye did not dare to be vague, and bowed quickly, respectfully stretched out his hands to take the teacup, maintaining the bowing posture, raised the teacup to the level of his eyebrows, and thanked softly:
"Thank you for the tea, Your Excellency."
"Qianye, I'm just a rough guy. I won't talk about these red tapes. Let's just take it easy."
Du Weiguo frowned slightly. He was annoyed by this fake so-called etiquette. It was just taking off his pants and farting, which was unnecessary.
"Yes, I understand."
Fujiwara Qianye was not stubborn, and put down the tea cup after saying something. However, he held the tea cup with both hands and did not drink. His eyes were filled with tears and he hesitated to speak.
Du Weiguo poured himself a cup of tea, blew it on, and took a small sip. Then he put down the teacup and looked at Fujiwara Qianye:
"Okay, what do you want to ask? Just ask."
Fujiwara Qianye licked her lips and her voice trembled: "Wei, Mr. Wesley, Aosuke~"
Du Weiguo shook his head gently and chose to tell the truth without hesitation:
"After Sosuke Abe was possessed by Aiwa, he always maintained the form of a half-human, half-snake monster and did not show any human will.
In the end, I chopped the monster to death with a Kusanagi sword, and its body fell into the sea of white phosphorus fire. I watched it being burned to ashes with my own eyes. "
Upon hearing this, Fujiwara Qianye's eye circles instantly moistened and her lips trembled, but she could not speak no matter what.
Du Weiguo had a good feeling about this loyal and brave man. He reached out and patted his shoulder, and comforted him in a warm voice:
"Qianye, you don't have to be too sad. Abe Sosuke's greatest wish during his lifetime was to completely annihilate Xiangpan and get rid of the curse that lasted for generations.
Let his son grow up healthily and live a long life. Now, he can be regarded as benevolent and can rest in peace. "
"Yes, thank you very much for your permission."
Fujiwara Qianye choked with sobs, folded his hands on his forehead, bowed to the ground, and then his body twitched, obviously crying.
He was a man who valued love and righteousness. When his friend left, he was so sad that he couldn't control himself. Du Weiguo didn't try to persuade him, he just drank tea quietly and waited.
After a while, Fujiwara Qianye wiped away her tears and stood up slowly, her voice so hoarse that she almost lost her voice:
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I was so rude, please forgive me."
Du Weiguo's tone was calm:
"It's human nature. When a man sheds tears, he doesn't shed them lightly. It's just that he hasn't reached the point where he's sad. I understand. I'll take a sip of tea quickly to cool it down."
"Yes, thank you, Your Excellency."
Fujiwara Qianye picked up the tea cup at hand, drank it all in one gulp, and wiped his eyes again, feeling much calmer.
Du Weiguo helped him get another drink and asked in a calm tone: "Qianye, what are your plans in the future."
Fujiwara Chiye's eyes became a little dim, and her tone was sad:
"I'm afraid there is no place for us brothers and sisters in Japan anymore. I will leave here and find a safe place to raise Cang Jie's only flesh and blood."
Friendship is worth a thousand pieces of gold. Fujiwara Qianye is a man who honors his promises and is worthy of entrusting his wife and children. Du Weiguo nodded and asked casually:
"Where is Sosuke Abe's wife?"
"Already died of illness."
"Oh, where is Abe Sosuke's only son now?"
Hearing this question, Fujiwara Qianye's eyes suddenly wandered, and his expression became a little hesitant. Du Weiguo immediately figured out his concerns and couldn't help but laugh.
As a direct blood relative of Abe Seimei, Abe Sosuke comes from a famous family with a big tree and deep roots. Although he is sparsely populated, he must have a rich heritage.
Previously, Du Weiguo, the lion of the country, blackmailed him severely, but Abe Sosuke responded very happily, which can be seen from this.
Now, there is only one yellow-mouthed child left in the Abe clan's bloodline. Just like a child walking around in a busy city with gold, he will definitely attract people to covet him.
And Du Weiguo had just left a bad impression on Fujiwara Qianye as someone who wanted money rather than his life. Think about it, if he dares to kill gods for gold and antiques, how can he be a good person?
"Haha, okay, I won't ask anymore. If you want to leave, leave quickly. I can help you delay here. At least the old guy from Tsuchimikado shouldn't dare to make mistakes."
Fujiwara Qianye looked at Du Weiguo with burning eyes, was silent for a while, and then bowed to the ground again:
"Thank you for your understanding and kindness. I will never forget it. When Xiao An reaches adulthood at the age of 16, I will definitely come back to serve you."
"Um?"
Du Weiguo was a little surprised: "Come back to serve me?"
Fujiwara Qianye nodded with a solemn tone:
"Yes, our Fujiwara clan is a swordsman, and we will serve the master of the Kusanagi sword for generations. His Excellency Abe Luhei, who sealed Aiban, was the master of the Kusanagi sword of the previous generation.
We, the Fujiwara clan, have served Abe for more than 300 years. Now, you are the new owner of the Kusanagi sword, so I should serve you. "
"Uh~"
Damn, you are a swordsman, do you want it to be so classic? Du Weiguo felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help scratching his itchy eyebrows:
"Um, Fujiwara Chiya, I am not the new owner of the Kusanagi sword. Besides, the sword has been destroyed in the fire. Naturally, this term of service no longer exists."
Fujiwara Qianye shook his head, with firm eyes and a determined tone:
"Sir Wesley, I have seen you with my own eyes on the snow-capped mountains, holding a Kusanagi sword. You are the only person holding a sword in 300 years.
In addition, the Kusanagi Sword cannot be destroyed by fire, because the sword itself was born from magma. "
When the lie was exposed in person, no matter how thick-skinned Du Weiguo was, he couldn't help but get excited and argued forcefully:
"The magma is only at a certain temperature. What I used was a white phosphorus incendiary bomb. Iron can melt at temperatures over a thousand degrees, let alone a bronze sword~"
"Ahem~"
Fujiwara Qianye coughed twice, with a rare sly smile in his eyes, and whispered:
"Your Excellency, the elders of the Abe family once thought of destroying the Kusanagi Sword because they didn't want to break it early. They threw it into the steel-making furnace and kept it rolling for a day and a night~"
Du Weiguo rolled his eyes and acted like a scoundrel:
"I don't care. Anyway, even if the Kusanagi Sword is destroyed, I don't need your service. The road is overturned. Let's go our separate ways and never interact with each other~"
"Your Majesty the Evil God, do you think so little of us brothers and sisters?"
Fujiwara Sakura turned over and sat up and asked in a faint tone. In fact, this little girl had been awake for a while and had been eavesdropping with her ears perked up.
Fujiwara Chiya also added:
"Sir Wesley, do you dislike our brother and sister's identity as Japanese people? We can change our surnames to Chinese names and never return to Japan."
Du Weiguo was a little irritated, and with a straight face, he scolded angrily:
"Nonsense, you are not alone. If you change your name, you are no longer Japanese? Since you are a clan of swordsmen, you follow me all day long.
Doesn't this clearly tell the whole world that the Kusanagi sword is in my hand? You all know what my situation is, and I really don’t want to cause any more trouble. "
Du Weiguo didn't lie. The Kusanagi Sword was indeed a divine weapon. It was made of strange materials and had an inexplicable field attached to it. Not only was it shockingly sharp, it could also seal the soul.
Of course, compared to other attributes, this material itself is the most worthy of further study. Du Weiguo wants to take the time to find someone to study it carefully and see if it can be modified.
After all, it would be a waste of money to make a dagger out of such a magical material. In short, now that the Kusanagi Sword is in his hands, he will not hand it over again even if he dies.
Du Weiguo was sure that Tu Yumen Yangtai, the old Biden, was afraid of death and must not dare to tell the truth. Therefore, there was a high probability that he could get away with it.
Fujiwara Qianye belongs to the sword servant clan. If he serves him from now on, doesn't it mean that he will tell everyone that the Kusanagi sword is in his hand?
This thing is the national treasure of Japan, a serious artifact of the country. Although Japan has had its backbone broken, there are still three kilograms of nails in the rotten ship.
Du Weiguo kept saying that he didn't care, but to offend a race with a population of over 100 million for nothing, and a narrow-minded race that has a population of over 100 million. This is no joke, and everyone must treat it with caution.
Even if Du Weiguo's skills are incredible, he really doesn't care about endless revenge and pursuit. At the very least, his vested interests in Japan are completely over.
The only benefit from this switch was the acquisition of two not-so-powerful Japanese horses. This deal was so uneconomical that even a fool would not do it.
It stands to reason that the Fujiwara brothers and sisters are both masters who have symbiotic shikigami and have extraordinary skills, but after all, they are all playing with cold weapons, and now the world of hot weapons has become popular.
It doesn't take much. In a head-on encounter, on any terrain, a cuckold squadron can kill them to death. Unless they are attacked in a sneak attack or at night, there is barely any chance of winning.
All in all, the Fujiwara brothers didn't have enough weight in Du Weiguo's heart, and after weighing it, they felt it wasn't worth it.
If they were replaced by any one of Yang Caiyu, Mo Lan, or Zhao Yingnan, Du Weiguo would dare to kill even the emperor.
After hearing what Du Weiguo said, Fujiwara Qianye immediately understood his concerns, frowned and pursed his lips.
However, Fujiwara Sakura is ignorant of the world and is still holding her neck and mouthing stupidly:
"No matter what the situation is, since we follow and serve you, even if we are facing mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will never look back and will not back down."
Fujiwara Sakura swore with a serious look on her face, but Du Weiguo ignored her at all. To be honest, he despised the two brothers and sister, and this little bitch was also a key factor.
Fujiwara Sakura is inexperienced in worldly affairs, detached, willful, reckless, and ignorant of the heights of the world. She is an extremely unstable factor and will become Du Weiguo's weakness if not managed properly.
Du Weiguo is now walking on thin ice, in danger, with his error tolerance rate as low as the bottom. He has no time to train and cannot accept any changes.
Knowing that Fujiwara Qianye understood, Du Weiguo drank all the tea in the cup, clapped his hands and stood up:
"Okay, you guys have a good rest for a while, and I'll go out to do some errands. Let's leave Yujing Mountain tonight after dark, and I'll take you away from Japan."
Fujiwara Qianye was stunned:
"Send us off to Japan tonight? Is this urgent? Your Excellency, didn't you say you wanted to rest at the Blue Bird Shrine for a few days?"
Du Weiguo sneered:
"Oh, how can I be so lucky to take a few days' rest? Do you think that old loser Tsuchimikado Yotai can really control his subordinates from leaking secrets?
Tomorrow at the earliest, or the day after tomorrow at the latest, I am afraid that a large army will surround the mountain. If we don't leave, I'm afraid we really won't be able to leave. "
After finishing speaking, Du Weiguo turned around and walked towards the door. Fujiwara Sakura stood up in a hurry and said in a panic:
"Where are you going?"
This little girl is definitely obsessed with Du Weiguo and is extremely dependent on him, but this time she is destined to be sad.
Du Weiguo didn't even think twice about her, let alone whether he liked her or not. Pang Xiaoqing's murder had caused him irreparable harm.
Knowing that now, the evil beast Xue Li is still at ease, Xiao Qing's hatred has not yet been loved, Du Weiguo's heart is sealed with cement, and his love is sealed with steel bars.
For a while, he will definitely not get involved with women and inflict fatal injuries on himself. Women will only affect his killing speed.
"Okay, I will be back before 7 p.m., please prepare in advance and wait for me here."
Du Weiguo didn't even look back, he just said a few words and pushed the door open. The Fujiwara siblings looked at each other with blank expressions on their faces.
At 6:55 in the evening, the sky had completely darkened. The local snowfall near Yujing Mountain had stopped, but because of the melting snow, it was extremely cold.
The Fujiwara brothers and sisters, who had changed into ordinary clothes and had been waiting at the torii for a long time, looked somewhat apprehensive. Fujiwara Sakura raised her hand and glanced at her watch, her eyes anxious, bit her lip, and asked softly:
"Brother, do you think he left us alone and left?"
Fujiwara Qianye turned to glare at her and scolded in a low voice:
"How could it be possible? What is Mr. Wesley's identity? He has promised a thousand dollars, and he can even fulfill the commission of killing the gods. How could he break his promise and get rich?"
Fujiwara Sakura said aggrievedly:
"But, but, he clearly said he would be back before 7 o'clock, and now it's 6:56, and there's not even a soul in sight. He will definitely break his promise."
They brothers and sisters are not ordinary people. They both have the ability of night vision, and they can see far away from a high position.
At least at this moment, the road at the foot of the mountain was completely dark, with not even a trolley. The road was a full 2 kilometers away from the shrine, and it was still uphill. There was really not much time left.
The time was approaching, and Fujiwara Chiye was actually feeling a little nervous, but she still managed to stay calm.
To be honest, without Du Weiguo escorting them, it would be difficult for their brothers and sisters to leave Japan given their current state of residual health.
Tuyumen Yangtai, an old silver coin, can't afford to offend Du Weiguo, but he can still deal with them easily.
Moreover, once they are caught and charged with some unfounded charges, they will also implicate the clan members, causing strife and strife everywhere, and internal fighting is always the most brutal.
"Brother, why don't you say anything? Tell me, is he~?"
Fujiwara Qianye was upset by the question and shouted in a rough voice:
"Shut up, Your Excellency Wesley is a god-like figure. As long as it's not until the last second of the agreed time, you can't make any judgments, ahem~~"
Fujiwara Sakura curled her lips. Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew into her collar. She couldn't help but shiver. She looked at her watch again. It was already 6:29, and her tone became more and more anxious:
"Brother, do you think it's possible that he got into some kind of trouble and got stuck~"
The cold wind hurt the lungs. Fujiwara Qianye coughed a little fiercely and her face turned red: "Ahem~~ It should be~"
"It's true that I got stuck, but didn't I ask you to wait for me at the shrine? Why did you come to the torii gate?"
Du Weiguo's voice came from behind them, and they jumped down from the torii gate more than 4 meters high like a night owl. (End of chapter)
