Chapter 275 274. Return
When Lan En and Ashina Isshin returned to Pingtian Manor, everything seemed calm on the surface.
King Kong Mountain has already entered a closed state, and the flow of information is not smooth. And the four of them even plowed the mountain without leaving any traces of chickens and dogs.
As one of the few people who knew Yi Xin, Madam Butterfly also followed her there to join in the fun. After seeing the old guy come back with a rosy face, Madam Butterfly also became distraught. Ask more.
In her opinion, this was the way Ashina was enjoying killing people with all her heart.
The day when the celestial sphere converges and the rift opens again is gradually approaching, and the roaring bear head necklace around Lan En's neck has occasionally trembled.
He did nothing else during this period of time, except to recuperate and study in the inner house of Pingtian Village.
When he is free, Wolf will compete with Butterfly for a few times under his command. This silent ninja is also one of the top talents.
Isshin Ashina also leaked some of his swordsmanship to him. The speed with which he understood it was as unimaginable as Lan En.
Isshin Ashina seemed to notice that the demon hunter was about to leave or travel far away, but Takeru had a free and easy personality and would not be a mother-in-law at such a time.
So these days, he just chatted with Lan En about the customs and customs of Wei Ming Country.
The size of the Lord White Snake is compared to modern times, like a whole train. The rumored female warrior of the Collapse Canyon and Snake Eyes clan. The Bodhisattva Valley at the bottom of the Ashina Mountains, and the monkeys inside that can already use swords and guns
The strange world is full of strange situations.
Lan En was amazed when he heard this, but he had no intention of running all the way over to find out.
Each world is a huge landscape that the locals will never see in their lifetime.
He is just a stranger passing through, and he shouldn't be too greedy for these wonders that even the locals have never seen.
After another half a month, the demon hunter formally expressed his intention to break away from the employment relationship to Miko Kuro in the Hirata Manor house, and Miko, who had expected it, also formally agreed.
Under the local etiquette, Lan En turned back into a traveler without an employment relationship.
According to the ashigaru who patrolled the Longquan River, this man was wearing Nanman armor, with medium-long silver hair, and a handsome and enchanting appearance. In the afternoon of the same day, he appeared at the water drawing point of Longquan River.
Simply clap ten with both hands, pay homage to the river and then go up the mountain.
At that time, there was a rumor from a woodcutter that a strange scene appeared in the bamboo forest on the mountain. When people cautiously groped over, there was only a small patch of abnormal ground, as if blown by a small whirlwind. Nothing special after that.
A Ming countryman and Nanman swordsman who shines like a shooting star, but fleetingly disappears. This superposition of identity and power seems to be in line with Wei Mingren's aesthetic taste.
Portraits and writings depicting witchers began to circulate vaguely.
The trend of the times is irreversible, Ashina will eventually be surrounded by the inner government.
Isshin Ashina knows this, the current head of the country Genichiro Ashina also knows it, and even Miko Kuro of Hirata Manor knows it.
But Okokuro's foresight and the entanglement of his fate made his vision no longer limited to one country at a time.
He must cut off his noble identity called 'Miko' and cut off the chain of this curse.
This little person has already had the consciousness to sacrifice his life for this.
But fortunately, the taciturn ninja will never betray his master along the way.
He will use the Kakimaru in his hand to fulfill his master's wish. If Kakimaru can't do it, there is a more suitable and blood-red knife
The Immortal Slash [Weeping Tears] and the fate on the blade have been borne by others.
When the wolf walked into the ruins of Xianfeng Temple that had been occupied by sporadic bandits, he rang the bell in the Sansangen Hall and entered the hall of illusion.
A short winter melon-like figure wearing a black iron hat. The ninjas of Ranpo who had met him at Hirata House a few years ago shared with him in the fantasy corridor how they dealt with the strange gatekeeper. Ape experience.
These experiences are much more effective than the vague words of the monks in the hall of illusion.
After confirming that the wolf had accepted the Immortal Slash and was able to use some of his supernatural powers freely, the Kurokasa ninja breathed a sigh of relief. It was as if my wish had finally come true, and someone's instructions had been fulfilled.
He followed the wolf out of the illusory corridor and left Ashina surrounded by mountains, never to be seen again.
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The air pressure difference caused by the intersection of the celestial sphere stirred up a layer of lake water on the large marble floor of the Temple of Dagon.
Lan En staggered a little when he came out this time.
The 'temper' of the fissure where the heaven and earth meet is a bit difficult to figure out. Last time, he was able to bring a packhorse from another world and walked out smoothly, pulling gold coins and keel bones. But this time, he was alone as if he had been thrown into a drum washing machine.
A demon hunter is no different from a drunkard who has drunk too much, his steps are sloppy and messy due to a temporary disorder of brain function.
You can even turn the exclamation mark into a question mark when walking.
It’s a good thing that he didn’t bring back any high-value items with large size and weight from the other world this time, otherwise he might not be able to bring them back.
“.Even if you want to carry your reward safely in the future, you must get the magic package quickly.”
In a daze, Lan En was still complaining about his poverty situation.
The job I am doing now is quite high-end, and I am traveling directly to a different world from working under a concept god.
But the problem is that high-end work requires high-end ‘equipment support’.
The more you earn, the more you spend.
Lan En came back this time and did not see the lady in the lake. He confirmed this by looking around after taking a two-minute break to regain his normalcy.
It's normal to think about it, a concept god should be really busy.
Except after Lan En went to another world for the first time and confirmed that he came back safely, a relatively stable process has been formed.
There is no need to keep an eye on it all the time.
To be honest, Lan En is a little regretful in this situation.
It's not because I can't see the naked goddess, it's just that I miss the super-fast transportation of a wave hitting the lakeshore directly.
He saw the boat he had come from on the shallow shore of Black Tern Island.
It seemed that a few months had passed, and there were even corpses of lake crabs that had been eaten and sunburned into shriveled, calcified hard flakes on the boat.
“It’s winter.”
Dark clouds rolled over Lake Vizima, blocking the sun.
The water of the lake turned a dull color and continued to get colder.
The boat seemed to be well taken care of, and Lan En thought it might be the nymph lady who had been trying to 'eat' him.
As a messenger of the conceptual god, he has to drag an ordinary small fishing boat to a dry shore with his own hands. Thinking about it this way, the gods and messengers of this world have always been very grounded. Angry look.
Lan En turned the boat over with one hand, pushed it into the lake, and drove towards the dark water.
The forty-minute water voyage will not be any shorter just because Lan En has learned more Eastern martial arts than before.
At the small port in the village, Lan En drove back the fishing boat that had been missing for several months in the eyes of the fishermen who had seen ghosts.
He first walked to the tavern in the village as usual.
And when he just walked to the door of the tavern, he saw a beautiful mare with bright coat and smooth muscles standing in the stable before he entered.
The exquisite decoration and fine stitching on the saddle all show that this is not a precious horse that should appear in the village.
A charming but lively girlish voice was chatting with Berengar in the tavern.
Lan En stood outside the tavern door, smacking his lips, feeling a little embarrassed.
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