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The late-night weather forecast was being broadcast on the TV. In the messy house, only Gu Bei and Uesugoshi were left, watching Inuyama Ga's hurried back together.
Uesugoshi sat down silently and took a cigarette. He was about to put his head into the furnace to light the cigarette as usual, when suddenly a lit lighter came up to him.
Turning his head and taking a look, it was Gu Bei who was smiling.
He lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, blew it into the curtain of rain in front of him, and remained silent for a long time.
"For many years I thought that no one would come to my funeral because I have no relatives in this world... Today I suddenly had a daughter, and maybe a son, or two," he smiled. , "This world is so fucking ridiculous."
In fact, not only did he have a son and daughter, but he also directly had a son-in-law... These words swirled in Gu Bei's mouth, and he swallowed them back.
After all, this is the future father-in-law, so he should be respected, and he should not be as exciting as his uncle.
When thinking of Yuan Zhisheng, Gu Bei suddenly thought of Miss Shibuki Sakura who had been following Yuan Zhisheng.
Speaking of which, in fact, not only is he a son-in-law, but he may also have a daughter-in-law, and there are two of them... because there is Sakurai Kogure beside Minamoto.
Good guy, the old man himself thought that he had no successor all his life, but at the end of the day he got a grand slam.
The more he thought about it, the worse it got. Gu Bei felt that it was better for him to remain silent, otherwise he was not sure whether he would fight with the old man.
The drizzle is falling and the night is bright.
Uesugoshi finished smoking a cigarette and looked at Gu Bei: "Boy, do you have anything else to do?"
"There is indeed something I want to inquire about," Gu Bei nodded, "I wonder how much you know about the "Sacred Remains" and "Gao Tianyuan"? "
Gu Bei, an outsider, obviously knew the internal secrets of the Snake Qihachi family, but Uesugoshi was not shocked by this incident. In his opinion, since Gu Bei was able to trace the source of the Black Swan Port many years ago, , the secret of the Sheqiba family may not be a secret to him, not to mention that he still knows the emperor of this generation.
"Did I tell you that?"
"No, she's a child."
Uesugoshi held another cigarette in his mouth, and Gu Bei lit it for him again.
"Since ancient times, the Snake Qihachi family has been the guardians of Gaotianyuan and the holy bones. Gaotianyuan is actually a burial place, so it is also called the divine burial place, and the so-called "god" is the holy bones. "
"I know all this," Gu Bei continued to ask, "Gao Tianyuan is the Nibelung root of the White King. The Holy Remains are the host body of the White King's consciousness, a special kind of egg. The White King's resurrection requires the Holy Remains and the Holy Spirit. Blood, the emperor's blood is the holy blood. The first and second generations of Yamata no Orochi are hybrids with imperial blood. They became Yamata no Orochi after being swallowed by the holy bones. That is the posture of King Haku who has not fully recovered."
"You really know a lot of things." Uesugi said with emotion, "Then do you know "Night Noshugahara"? "
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In the mountains outside of Tokyo, raindrops fell on the roof of a shrine. The rainwater falling from the eaves drew a beautiful parabola and fell into the pond in the courtyard.
Men in black, with short swords in white sheaths at their waists, passed under the burnt torii gate.
They walked in uniform steps through the stone steps covered with cherry blossoms, stopped under the vermilion stone wall in front of the main hall, bowed deeply three times, and then dispersed into two groups.
Immediately after stepping into the shrine, there were five people holding paper umbrellas. They were all wearing formal kimonos. The men wore black patterned haori and the women wore black sleeves. They wore white socks and wooden clogs. They looked ahead and walked extremely fast. steady.
As they passed through the charred torii gate, the men who had led the way bowed deeply and said nothing. The scene was as solemn as a funeral.
After these five people, there were all the Caesars wearing uniform suits, and Xia Mi was also there.
This dress is
They got it from a clothing store in Shinjuku and it fit reasonably well.
The atmosphere was solemn and solemn. Even Fingel, who had always been unreliable, did not make any jokes or whisper to each other. The few people just communicated their thoughts with their eyes... although they themselves could not understand the meaning of the winks between them.
The four of them followed the five family heads in front of them into the shrine, and then a large group of people poured in.
The men in black suits stood shoulder to shoulder, crowded but orderly.
No one rushed to get in the way or delayed. Everyone bowed deeply in front of the stone wall, and then placed their umbrellas in front of the main hall. Finally, the black umbrellas were densely packed together like a crowd of crows.
At this moment, nearly a hundred vehicles blocked the road in front and behind the shrine, and men with loaded guns or long knives stood in the shadows. No one dared to get even half a step closer to this vermilion building.
This is a very classical shrine, but it has been carefully renovated without any feeling of dilapidation.
The only thing that has not been repaired is the burnt torii gate, and the vermilion stone wall, which still maintains its original appearance. No one has even been hired to clean it. Large areas of dried blood on the stone wall seeped into the cracks of the stone. inside.
The floor of the main hall is covered with tatami mats, and there are no shrines or Buddha statues enshrined. The inner wall is covered with ukiyo-e paintings, which are meticulously and skilfully painted, depicting a war between demons and ghosts, with thin clouds and flames flying, and the eyes of ghosts reflected in the candlelight. Ranshenghui was actually painted with phosphorus pigments.
Hundreds of men and women in black knelt in their respective positions. They all knew their status in this huge organization, and no one knelt in the wrong position.
Although Caesar and others are guests, they are not members of the Eight Snake Qi Family, so they can only sit on the outer edge.
In fact, they themselves were not even qualified to participate in the meeting. It was Gu Bei and Yuan Zhisheng who let them in through the back door.
However, sitting on the outside is taking advantage of their wishes. After all, they don't want to sit inside and be watched like giant pandas. Sitting on the outside will make the target much smaller.
"What do you mean, Gu Bei suddenly asked us to attend this meeting with Lao Shizi?" Fingel asked, "Does he want us to break into the Sheqiba family?"
"Don't worry, if it's such a technical job as undercover, then Gu Bei will definitely not let you do it." Xia Mi said matter-of-factly.
Caesar and Chu Zihang also nodded in agreement.
Fingel quit: "Don't talk nonsense. My position as head of the Information Department in Kassel was not for nothing. Intelligence gathering is my specialty."
"Are you talking about the paparazzi taking secret photos?"
The two people were chattering, which was particularly obvious in the quiet shrine.
However, no one came up to stop the two of them.
Everyone has eyes, and there are a few foreigners sitting in a place with a lot of Japanese people. Even a fool knows that they can't be offended, so how can they be sent to the door to be slapped in the face?
Only the heads of the few family heads sitting in the center had a few "well" characters on their heads, but they were still patient.
After an unknown amount of time, the curtain on the side of the shrine was lifted up, and Minamoto Chisei and Uesugi Eri, wearing the Shadow Emperor's robes, walked out one after the other.
Eryi followed Yuan Zhisheng, just playing games with her head down, not looking at the road at all.
Everyone sitting below had long been accustomed to it, only Inuyama Ga frowned.
He suddenly remembered what Gu Bei said: before leaving, Eri Yi recommended him to go to His Majesty's ramen stall.
Before leaving?
But the head of the Uesugi family is obviously here.
If the head of the Uesugi family in front of him is fake, then where is the real head of the Uesugi family?
While Inuyama was thinking, Minamoto and Eriki had already sat down on the main and deputy seats.
"Your Highness, all the participants have arrived. Thirty-four people from each family head, the action team of the headquarters, elders such as Shi Zhouzhai, Dan Shengyan, and Zuo Shanbu from the Strategy Department, the person in charge of the Liaison Department and their subordinates, and one hundred family members from the five surnames. Thirty-four people, including 19 branch heads and team leaders of the Kanto branch, 17 branch heads and team leaders of the Kansai branch, 14 people from the Rock Flow Research Institute, and seven people from the Maruyama Construction Works...a total of
A total of four hundred and forty people are here. "
Crow presented the roster in front of Yuan Zhisheng: "Young Master, please take a look."
Yuan Zhisheng casually took the roster and threw it on the eucalyptus without even looking at it: "I believe you all already know the reason for holding today's meeting."
There was a torch in his eyes, and when he glanced around, he actually met someone who dared to look at him.
"Is this the pressure of the descendant of the White King?" Chu Zihang's golden boy hidden behind the beautiful boy flashed, "It's very strong."
"It is indeed strong." Caesar agreed.
"That's it." Xia Mi said that this kind of coercion is like sprinkling water.
The other three looked at her with strange eyes: As a Dragon King, you should not get involved in this kind of competition. Comparing yourself with anyone is a blow to the dimensionality reduction.
Yuan Zhisheng did not speak anymore, but stood up from his seat, reached out and slowly grabbed a tachi from the knife rest.
This tachi is simple and elegant to the extreme. The white wooden scabbard is made from a wooden handle without any decoration. When the scabbard is sheathed, the scabbard and the handle fit together, and the wood grains are tightly stitched together, making it look like a wooden sword.
But as Minamoto drew his sword, its cold light flowed from every corner of the shrine.
Yuan Zhisheng wiped it with his plain white sleeves, but the seemingly clean blade left crimson traces, just like blood stains that had been washed too many times.
"Our beloved patriarch, Tachibana Masamune, the head of the Tachibana family, died due to unknown reasons." But.
Yuan Zhisheng murmured while cleaning the knife.
In the silence, I could only hear the knife roaring unwillingly like a living thing, but when I heard it again, it seemed like it was just the sound of wind.
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Order. "
There will be no twists and turns when Minamoto is the new head of the family, and there will be no power seizures. Everyone can see that Minamoto was originally trained by Tachibana Masamune as the next generation head of the family. As a person who values "righteousness" The Japanese naturally easily accepted Yuan Zhisheng as their successor.
This is a matter of course.
Gen Zhisheng nodded: "After the forensic doctor determines the cause of Mr. Masamune's death, his funeral... will be left to the Ryoma family."
"Yes!" Ryoma Genichiro agreed.
"As for the digging of the red well and the encirclement and suppression of the monsters, we can just leave it to Miyamoto and Inuyama to implement it according to the original arrangement."
"yes!"
"Also, there is the matter of Takamagahara..."
At this point, Caesar and others' hearts tightened, knowing that the main event was coming.
Sure enough, everyone at the scene focused their attention, even Eri Uesugi, who was sitting right behind Minamoto, glanced over.
But what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations.
Yuan Zhisheng raised his head and pushed, and the sword flew out and landed directly in front of the only family leader who was not in the crowd, Fuma Kotaro.
"The crossroads of destiny, where to go?"
Yuan Zhisheng chanted softly.
Fuma Kotaro felt a chill in his heart, and he vaguely guessed what was going to happen next.
Also guessed were the heads of the Miyamoto Ryoma Sakurai family.
"Have you heard the story about this sword?" Yuan Zhisheng did not look at Fuma Kotaro, but lowered his eyes, with wind, rain and murderous intent brewing in his eyes.
Everyone who was kneeling felt as if there was a knife on their necks, and they were silent for a while.
