After reading the diary written by Wang Xiaofu, it was getting late.
Based on the contents of the diary and the memories obtained from Xia Yi and others, Yin Xiu had a rough idea of what kind of person Laoshan Taoist priest was.
Even if he still might have used Qi Men Dun Jia to disguise himself, that fair, angular young face with long white hair hanging down to his shoulders was fake.
However, that sharp gaze like a sword cannot be faked.
Therefore, Yin Xiu has decided that what he is looking for is a pair of eyes, not a person.
Luo Wei held the portrait sketch in his hand and looked at it again and again, "So, you are saying that this picture was drawn in vain?"
"Absolutely."
Yin Xiu touched her face, "But it's not useless, right? Maybe that guy is using a real face."
"But what you said is probably false."
Luo Wei picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Although things have made breakthrough progress now, it seems not enough.
After a pause, Yin Xiu suddenly remembered something and said to him: "How about we go to the tomb of the Taoist priest who has passed away before?"
Before, although Yin Xiu and the others asked, no one knew where the Taoist priest's grave was.
However, in Wang Xiaofu's diary, there is a detailed record of the scene where they followed their master to the tomb of a Taoist priest to express their condolences.
Wang Xiaofu had never heard him mention the relationship between the Taoist priest and their master. He only knew that he was a very important person and had a close relationship with the Laoshan Taoist priest.
"Do you suspect that it is actually an empty tomb? Is it a cover for the Laoshan Taoist priest to fake his death?" Luo Wei asked.
"It's entirely possible."
Yin Xiu made gestures with his hands, "It's like what many people do, isn't it? Or they build a monument for themselves before they die, but they haven't used it yet. These are things that happen all the time."
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"Then, it is possible that the tomb was prepared by the Taoist priests from Laoshan Mountain for themselves?"
Yin Xiu grinned, "If so, he will use it soon."
……
In the early morning of the next day, Yin Xiu and Luo Wei were wearing suits, leather boots, long windbreakers, and felt hats.
In Dunling, this kind of attire is very popular and adapts to the local climate. However, in Gaotan, where the climate is much hotter, this kind of attire has no other practical use besides being handsome.
What is different from the past is that Luo Wei also brought a bouquet of white flowers and held it in front of his chest.
"What, you think we are here to express condolences to him?" Yin Xiu felt a little at a loss.
"Of course not."
Luo Wei shook his head, "I'm not familiar with him, so there's nothing to express my condolences to, but I've seen other people bring a bouquet of flowers and a pair of sunglasses when they go to the cemetery."
"I happen to have a pair here, can I lend it to you?"
"I even said I'm not here to express my condolences!"
Luo Wei was so angry that he distanced himself from Yin Xiu.
At this time, they had also entered the cemetery. Small crosses were erected on the white tombstones. Each cross represented a person who had been blessed by the priest lying here.
Among these tombstones, there was one that not only had no cross on top, but even the tombstone itself was black.
Here, it must be worthy of the four words "stand out from the crowd".
In fact, what caught Yin Xiu's attention was that there was another person standing in front of the tombstone.
The man was wearing a white robe, with a sword on his waist. He had a thin face and looked like a Japanese ronin.
He didn't seem surprised by the appearance of Yin Xiu and Luo Wei.
"Have you been waiting for us here for a long time?"
Yin Xiu said something casually, and he didn't know if he was talking to the werewolf. Then he stepped forward and took a look at the tombstone, which read: The tomb of Hongshan, the respected master of the Laoshan Sect.
【That's him. 】
The Laoshan Taoist priest they had been looking for.
However, the Japanese seemed to see Yin Xiu's thoughts and said lightly: "He is not what you are looking for."
"Huh?" Yin Xiu looked at him, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, it is the immortal master's master who is buried here, not the immortal master himself."
The Japanese looked at Yin Xiu and said, "You have found the wrong person. Director Hong passed away ten years ago."
Upon hearing this, Yin Xiu and Luo Wei looked at each other.
According to what the Japanese said, the Laoshan Taoist priest he and Luo Wei had been looking for was actually the person buried here.
But this is because they got the wrong person. They were looking for the Laoshan Taoist priest who controlled the Red Emperor and used Qimen Dunjia, not the owner of the tombstone.
In other words, there were actually two Laoshan Taoist priests here, but Yin Xiu and the others recognized the two as one.
"Why are you telling us? Wouldn't it be more beneficial to you if we recognized the dead Taoist priest as our deity?"
"Because it's not necessary."
The Japanese sneered, "And you are not a fool, otherwise you would not have found this place."
"Then what are you waiting for me here?"
"Of course I'm here to take revenge on you."
The Japanese introduced himself: "My name is Tachibana Shirou, the descendant of Yagyu Wushin-ryu, Yamamoto Masahito, is my friend."
"So that's it."
Yin Xiu was surprised at first that he came to seek revenge from her, but when he heard the name Yamamoto Masahito, he also came to his senses.
In Hong Kong Island, in front of He Lisheng's ancestral hall, at the speaker's succession meeting, Yin Xiu killed Yamamoto Masahito, whose limelight and power had reached the pinnacle of the Hong Kong Island community.
He originally thought that this incident was over, but he didn't expect to meet Japanese people who wanted to avenge him here.
Tachibana Shirou continued: "I had been asking others about who killed him, but no one could give me a definite answer. The immortal master told me that it was you who did it, so I finally knew who to look for. Revenge.”
"He said yes?"
"Hmph," Tachibana Shirou sneered, "You should know that he can figure it out, and..."
He suddenly reached out and poked Luo Wei with two fingers.
Luo Wei's pupils shrank suddenly and immediately turned silver-blue. He tilted his head to one side and avoided it, while his fingers stayed in front of Tachibana Shirou's eyes.
Tachibana Shirou's eyes also changed from black to dark red.
It turns out that he is also a Rakshasa.
"It's just as I expected."
Tachibana Shirou retracted his finger and said with satisfaction: "Only Yamamoto Masahito knows the method of becoming a Rakshasa, including the preparation of the potion. If you hadn't killed him, you would never have gotten those things."
"I thought it was just pure vampire blood."
Luo Wei put down his hand, "So, it's thanks to him that I can become a Rakshasa."
This was the first time that Luo Wei met his "kind" as a Rakshasa, but he didn't feel the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land, and was just indifferent.
Tachibana Shirou was equally cold, "Whether that is a blessing or a nightmare for you, you can think about it for yourself. My goal today is not you." Yin Xiu crossed his hands and seemed a little distressed, "Do you know that we have two people here? Personal.”
Tachibana Shirou was not surprised by Yin Xiu's behavior. He just stepped back and took out a scroll from his arms.
"I heard that you can obtain information through the blood of others. This scroll is called the [Scroll of Immortality] in Japan. It was a reward given to me by the daimyo when I became the number one swordsman in the Four Kingdoms.
It has only one function, and that is to automatically record what you have experienced, exactly as it is. When you come into contact with it, those memories will enter your mind.
All my memories are stored here. If you agree to duel with me, if you win, you can get it and get all the news about the Immortal Master.
If you don't want to, I can destroy it now and make your unsolvable magical power useless. ”
"Why do you have to seek revenge from me?"
Yin Xiu was puzzled, "Are you from the same chamber of commerce, or brothers from the same discipline?"
"Not really."
Tachibana Shirou shook his head, "I made an agreement with him to duel again in ten years. I lost the last duel.
In the past ten years, I have been practicing in various places. I have been in the mountains with ghosts and ghosts, eaten raw meat and drank dew, and wielded my sword three thousand times under the waterfall every day. Finally, I was able to stop the waterfall with one sword.
I am confident that compared to ten years ago, I have entered a new realm. I have reached a level of mastery in kendo and am close to a god.
No matter what kind of training and practice Yamamoto Masahito has had in the past ten years, I firmly believe that he will not be my opponent, because now I only regard myself as my opponent.
However, an agreement is an agreement. If I have a fight with him, I must fulfill it.
This is my inner demon and my shackles. Only by breaking this layer of paper can my sword take another step forward.
After he died, I couldn't fulfill this agreement, and I was very distressed about it.
Fortunately, you are here. As long as I avenge him and kill you, this will be regarded as fulfilling the agreement.
I said, a promise is a promise. ”
"I don't think it's necessary."
Yin Xiu said seriously: "Give me the scroll. According to my feeling, you have been raped too much by Yamamoto Masahito.
This is not a compliment or a flattery, but it is true. You know that I have actually defeated him, so you can believe what I say.
Just give it to me like this, you've already won. ”
"..."
Tachibana Shirou stuffed the scroll back into his collar and turned to leave.
"..."
This time it was Yin Xiu's turn to be speechless.
Helpless, Yin Xiu could only call him back.
"Okay, okay, I'll duel with you."
Hearing this, Tachibana Shirou smiled with satisfaction.
He took out the scroll and put it aside, then stepped forward, put one hand on the knife, and the clogs sank slightly on the grass.
"The Great Sharp Sword of the Four Kingdoms, Izumi Ichimonzonori."
When Yin Xiu saw that he had taken a stance, he said nothing. He stretched out his hand and made a sword gesture in the air. When the smoke rose, he had already held the Wind-Mocking Sword in his hand.
"A famous sword, mocking the wind."
The two stood still, and Luo Wei stepped aside far away.
Normal fights are another matter, but if it's a duel, it's just a matter of two people.
Even if Yin Xiu likes righteous group fights, she will abide by the agreement at this time, one on one.
Because this is dancing on the edge of a knife, two people are fighting for their lives. If they are still thinking about other things at this time, if there is a slight difference, one of them will definitely die.
Luo Wei felt nervous just by looking at it.
However, the two duels were breathing evenly at this time, and their hands were steady and dry.
Yin Xiu turned her wrist, stretched out her other hand, and lightly brushed the cold body of the Wind-Mocking Sword.
At this moment, Izumi Ichimonji came out of his sheath.
The blade as bright as spring water slashed at Yin Xiu.
Clang!
The Wind-Mocking Sword and Izumi Ichimonji collided, causing sparks to fly out.
Tachibana Shirou took advantage of the impact to retract his sword, and was not in a hurry to swing the next sword quickly. Instead, he moved his steps first, moving sideways towards Yin Xiu.
Yin Xiu also made the same move. The two took a step in the opposite direction at the same time, then turned around again, and their swords collided.
Tachibana Shirou's eyes were blood red, and the sound of sword pressure and breaking wind could be heard constantly as he swung his long sword.
Yin Xiu blocked patiently, and several times ignored the opponent's deliberately exposed weaknesses and refused to attack, but continued to deal with Tachibana Shirou.
He didn't lie. With Tachibana Shirou's strength, even if Yamamoto Masahito came to life again at this time, he would definitely lie down again within a few rounds.
Because Tachibana Shirou seems to have really relied on some kind of practice or epiphany in the past ten years to enter the realm of a great master.
Even Ren Qi, a great swordsman, would not be indifferent to his swordsmanship.
Ren Qi's sword is fast, simply fast. He suppresses the world with his fast sword.
Tachibana Shirou's sword demon uses a unique trajectory and angle to overwhelm the enemy and make them unable to fight back.
Yin Xiu controlled the distance with him through his footsteps, preventing Tachibana Shirou from having the chance to attack continuously.
After several rounds, the two have exchanged positions many times.
Yin Xiu was in the shadow of swords and swords. Every time Tachibana Shirou changed his trajectory, the cold sword blade passed by his body, leaving a cold patch behind.
Yet he was in no rush to fight back.
Tachibana Shirou's magical swordsmanship means that there are many false opportunities hidden in it, flaws that are deliberately exposed.
If it was a swordsmanship of great opening and closing, these flaws would naturally be true, but precisely because Tachibana Shirou's swordsmanship was not of the former type, Yin Xiucai was extra careful.
After pushing the sword forward and blocking Izumi Ichimonji, Yin Xiu took half a step, and the mocking wind sword slid down against the blade.
Tachibana Shirou felt the changes on his wrist and knew that Yin Xiu suddenly changed his rhythm and increased his strength.
He immediately took half a step back and squatted slightly on his front and rear feet.
The next second, the ground under his feet cracked in an instant, as if a huge force was transmitted.
Yin Xiu turned her wrist again, took the knife in the opponent's hand to the side, and slashed with the Wind-Mocking Sword again.
Tachibana Shirou stretched out his hands, dragged the blade of the sword, and used the relatively broad blade to block the powerful and heavy slash, and then sank down a little further.
In this way, under this heavy pressure, Tachibana Shirou's whole body was covered with chills. He finally understood that perhaps Yin Xiu's victory over Yamamoto Masahito relied not only on strength, but also on some special means or skills.
Because the man in front of him wielding a strange Kyushu sword may have his own understanding of martial arts.
And this understanding is the reason why he defeated the powerful enemy.
Tachibana Shirou pushed hard, and the two separated again.
Swords crossed, eyes facing each other. (End of chapter)