As the sun sets, Onozawa Takashi looked at Nobuichi Yamada, bowed slightly, opened the door, and let Pei Ziyun enter it.
Facing the invitation of Takashi Onozawa, Pei Ziyun slowly stepped into the room.
The room in front of me was extremely simple, and there was nothing else except basic daily necessities. When I entered the room, Pei Ziyun saw the bookshelf that occupied the largest position in the room at a glance, but at this time the bookshelf was scattered and there were no bookshelf full.
Not far from the bookshelf, a burning brazier caught Pei Ziyun's attention.
Looking around, there was something strange in the arrangement of the bookshelf. The bookshelf had four layers, and the lower two layers were covered with books, and they were arranged neatly without any mess.
The upper two floors are half empty and the arrangement is chaotic.
Pei Ziyun looked at the brazier not far away again, and some ashes remained inside, and understood.
When Onozawa Takashi saw Pei Ziyun notice the brazier, his eyes twitched slightly, but it flashed away.
Instead, Onozawa Takashi said a little apologetically: "Sorry, Yamada-kun, I was cleaning up some documents just now and burned some, but it has not been processed yet, which makes you laugh."
"There are not many things in the room and there is no good hospitality. The only thing that can be praised is Tamayama Tea." Onozawa Takashi turned around and headed towards a corner of the room.
Pei Ziyun has some knowledge about Yushan tea. Because Kazuhiko Yamada doesn’t have many hobbies, tea tasting is one of them. The one he admires most is Yushan tea. His family spends a lot of money on tea every year.
Yushan tea is one of the Japanese teas, producing a mountain castle in the southern part of Kyoto Prefecture, and tea tree cultivation can be traced back to the Kamakura era.
After continuous improvement, it became a high-end tea in Muromachi. It originated from the Supreme Family and became a tribute in the Shinkawa Shogunate era.
Takashi Onozawa poured tea, poured water, and said, "Yamada, please sit down."
Pei Ziyun sat on the only sofa in this room, and made two cups of tea with his back to Takashi Onozawa, and asked, "I'm very curious, Yamada-kun, how did you find me?"
"It's not polite to ask me, right?" Pei Ziyun asked, "You are the boss Shigenomi Kido?"
"You are the one who manipulates public opinion and the public recently and wants to attack me and my family? Who are you, why is it against me?"
Pei Ziyun stared at Takashi Onozawa with his eyes.
"So, Yamada-kun didn't even know my name, but he found me?" When Takashi Onozawa heard this, he smiled on his face, and felt a little melancholy: "It really shocked me. Can you tell me why?"
"There is no need to tell the details to the enemy, right?"
"That's right." Onozawa Takashi thought seriously and brought the tea back: "Yamada-kun is my enemy, so naturally there is no need to tell me, please use it slowly."
The tea is very good, and you can hear the hissing sound of the tea leaves spreading. Pei Ziyun listened quietly, observing the water in the cup, the faint fragrance was clear and refreshing, and said, "Actually, I know your origin, but I don't know that it's just another person with parallel history!"
"To this world, you are just a lonely ghost." Pei Ziyun started to taste tea, and only took a half sip and felt the fragrance was left. It was very different from the usual tea. Then he continued to talk about the entire country. These anti-strait troops could only lurk in the dark night. Even with some allies, the anti-strait troops could not become a climate.
Listening to Pei Ziyun's words, Takashi Onozawa's eyes became sharper and he groaned and expressed his dissatisfaction: "No, Yamada, I have your information and admire your martial arts and literary talent very much. He is indeed a samurai who is both civil and military, but I think you are a very wrong in this regard."
"We are not lonely souls, we are orthodox."
"The history of this world is actually artificially distorted. There was no General Shinkawa or Shinkawa Shogunate in history, so it is even more impossible to reverse the failure of the shogunate."
"Yamada, if you have such talent, why not abandon the secret and join the Emperor's tent?"
"Samurai, only by relying on the right owner can you have value. Otherwise, it is just a wild dog. Yamada-kun, please consider it carefully, please." Takashi Onozawa said seriously, and said with a heavy head down to express his grandeur.
"Which emperor?"
"Is it the emperor of this world or the emperor of your world?" Pei Ziyun asked with a shrugged.
"As far as I know, due to historical changes, the emperors of all generations are different. Are you going to erase all the different emperors of the 23 generations after the Shogunate?"
"This is not the way of a minister, right?"
Takashi Onozawa was silent again. The emperor's minister could not refute this at all. Pei Ziyun yawned a little: "The most important thing is that the so-called orthodoxy is nothing more than occupying the greatest power of reality."
"The reason why I say you are lonely ghosts is that your history and the power behind you are not accepted or valued in this world."
"I have been affected by your infections in the past dynasties, so I said that it was for your orthodoxy. It would be better to say that I would play with you and fight against the stigma together. After all, there are many people in the shogunate who are dissatisfied with it."
"For the sake of a common enemy, unite."
Pei Ziyun was already past the middle school age who was valued by orthodox history. Historical history has no good or evil, and only recognizes strength.
Even if the original world is indeed orthodox, it is just a phantom in this world. Take Oda Nobunaga as an example. The fool of Oshima, the fool of Oshiba, and the poor man who lost his country are spread all over the world.
Kinishi Hideyoshita was even more pitiful. No one knew him. Experts studied and collected historical materials. He only knew that he was a low-level samurai called a monkey and died in battle with Oda Nobunaga.
Famous in Japan, the first generation of the Tokugawa Shogunate's general, who enjoyed the country's reign for 265 years. The god Tokugawa Ieyasu, who was famous for his gods, was just a 5,000-shita man who betrayed the old master (Imakawa family) and surrendered to the Shinkawa General, was not at all prominent.
Hearing such words, looking at the cold gaze on the other side, Takashi Onozawa replied without hesitation: "I have to admit that this is true from a certain perspective."
"But orthodoxy is orthodoxy, not something you can deny."
"Tianjin God, stand on our side."
"Is that so? Tianjin God is really standing on your side?" Pei Ziyun smiled and shook his hand to say that he wanted to end the topic: "No need to test each other, let alone delay. These words should be left to others for help!!"
Listening to Pei Ziyun's words, although Onozawa Takashi was prepared for a long time, his eyes were still shaking, and his palms were deeply penetrated by his nails, and blood was oozed out, but he did not realize it at all.
"Hey, I thought I had died once, so I was ready to die, but now I don't want to be afraid." Onozawa Takashi smiled bitterly, and his expression was relieved: "Yamada-kun, since things have reached this point, I have nothing to say, but I am also a samurai. Please satisfy my last wish and let me seduce my stomach?"
This attitude makes people feel awe-inspiring. Pei Ziyun smiled: "This is OK, but you can only slap your belly!"
Seeing that he had something to say, Pei Ziyun waved his hand: "Nanmu Mula, Qisheng's service to the country was fabricated. At that time, Nanmu Masasuke's son Nanmu Masato ran to the south and the north. He really caught up with him. The warrior Yuan Weichao in the late Heian period was barely the first one."
"In the future, it became a trend to die by septum, but it was mostly just a folding fan that slashed the belly."
"The samurai was ordered to be cut by the shogunate, but they were actually beheaded by Shitou, and no one really broke his stomach."
"Don't make things difficult for me."
"I understand, thank you very much. Then ask Yamada Jun to help me behead me!" Onozawa Takashi stood up, patted his clothes with his hands, carefully sorted out his appearance, and sat down in front of Dongfang. Guo found a folding fan, pushed her abdomen, lowered her head slightly, and waited for beheading.
Pei Ziyun slowly raised the wooden knife and said, "You seem to have gotten the wrong direction. You are facing the east now. According to Buddhist teachings, the Buddha should face the west in the Pure Land of the West!"
Takashi Onozawa slowly shook his head and said, "Although this is the case, Takashi Onozawa is a loyal person to the Emperor, and the Emperor is a descendant of the Sun God, so I should face the east when I die."
"Yeah?"
"You are doing things in this world, which has interfered with many destinies. Do you still think your soul can go back?" Pei Ziyun couldn't help asking.
Hearing this, Takashi Onozawa was shocked and seemed to understand. He looked at Shinichi Yamada, looked at his tender face, and murmured: "So this is the backlash of the world? No wonder you have such achievements at such an age. You are the antibodies produced in this world!"
But before Takashi Onozawa's words fell, an arc flashed, a sword flashed, the head fell to the ground, blood was everywhere, and the corpse fell straight toward the east.
Blood and corpses form a strange beauty.
Pei Ziyun killed Takashi Onozawa, but didn't care about this. He lowered his head and slowly stroked the wooden knife with his hand. He felt the texture and texture on the wooden knife, and a strange feeling came into Pei Ziyun's hands.
I looked at the wooden knife carefully, and sure enough, a face of Onozawa Takashi could be seen in the upper right corner of the wooden knife, vaguely screaming.
Pei Ziyun looked back at the body falling behind him and said, "Even if he has the determination, will the soul be in this situation still be the same?"
"If determination is useful, what else do you need strength?"
"Let me see who your superior is?" As he said that, his eyes lit up, but at this moment, a cool breeze suddenly came from everywhere, and I don't know where it came.
Pei Ziyun narrowed his eyes, held the wooden knife in one hand, stretched out his hand and felt it, and suddenly frowned: "Is this fog?"
Before, Pei Ziyun had encountered fog several times and was attacked in the fog, and the fog in front of him seemed to be more concealing the god's eyes.
Pei Ziyun shook his head: "These fogs are very useful, but you have left too many traces. It's not half an hour before you leave!"
"Even if it's a fog, how much time can it stop me?"
"Besides, I am different now than before!"
After saying that, Pei Ziyun opened the door and stepped out, and at the same time a glimmer of light emitted from his body. Under the glimmer of light, the fog quickly disappeared.
In the distance, on the road that was not fast or slow, Li Heng in the car looked pale and groaned, bleeding from his nose, and blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!