After Sahara Zongga recovered from his trance, he just calmed his breathing slightly and quickly stood up.
The lord of Sawara Domain, who was already in his fifties, had obviously much higher internal strength than Keijiro, so like Sun Huang, he did not suffer from the problem of short-term hypoxia after entering the tide.
But when he saw the sky outside through the terrace of the castle, and then looked down at the scene of Sawara below, he also frowned in surprise.
After a while, Sahara Souga calmed down and turned around, preparing to leave the terrace and return to the castle to ask others before making any further calculations.
In a few steps, he came to a sliding door and opened it. Behind the door was a staircase that turned to the left.
Sahara Zongga stepped down and walked into the castle tower.
As a result, as soon as he was halfway down the stairs, he saw from the empty space next to the stairs that there was a person sitting in the middle of the area on the side of the castle tower where the portraits and armors of ancestors were displayed.
You know, usually only the most distinguished members of the Sawara clan can enter this place. Even the feudal lord's wife and underage heirs are not allowed to set foot in this place. The appearance of this person undoubtedly surprised and offended the Sawara clan.
"Who are you? Why are you here?" Sahara Zongga approached the other party from behind with a long stride; of course, after all, he was not Sun Yixie, so he would not attack from behind first and then ask questions, but was several meters away.
Then he yelled and asked, revealing his position.
The person sitting there heard the sound, slowly turned half of his face, and glanced at Zuo Yuan Zongga: "Who are you?"
"How outrageous!" Sawara Soga was now only two meters away from the other party's back, and he sternly replied, "I am the lord of Sawara Domain, Sawara Soga, and I am the master of Sawara Castle!" He said, already putting his hand on it.
On the hilt of the samurai sword at his waist, "You, a person of unknown origin, are sneaking around in the place where the Usahara family enshrines the armor and portraits of their ancestors. How dare you ask me who I am? I advise you to report your origin as soon as possible, otherwise you should not do anything."
It’s my fault that my men are ruthless.”
However, after a breath, the other party not only was not frightened by his words and momentum, but also said calmly: "You too..."
"Huh?" Zuo Yuanzongga was stunned for a moment, "What are you talking about? Can't you understand human language?"
"No...it's you who don't understand." The man said and stood up.
He was also a samurai with a sword at his waist. He wore a kimono with a color similar to Soga's. It was not until he stood up straight that Sohara Soga realized that this man was a whole head taller than him. When he looked at his body,
Xing is like a practicing practitioner.
Generally speaking, when you see a person with this kind of figure and appearance standing up, and you can't tell whether he is a friend or an enemy, you should be somewhat cautious.
But Sahara Soga did not flinch or make any big movements because the other party stood up. He just stood there calmly and stared at the other party. It seemed that no matter what the other party did, he could handle it calmly.
"My name...Sahara Anji." As Sahara Anji spoke, he turned away from his tall body, revealing a face that was also in his fifties, "I guess I am one of the 'ancestors' you call me.
.”
As he finished speaking, his front appeared completely in front of Sawara Soga. At this time, Sawara Soga also saw clearly that the other person's clothes were the same as mine, with the name "Sahara" embroidered on the front of his clothes.
’s family crest.
"You are very courageous..." But Sogahara Sahara was not shaken by the other party's words and clothes, "Do you think you can scare me by stealing a piece of clothing and putting it on and making such bizarre remarks? You are kidding me.
There must also be a limit.”
"Don't tell me that you can't believe it. Even I... only guessed that this is the 'posterity' after seeing some evidence." Sahara Anji seemed to have expected that the other party would not easily believe him, so when he said this, he raised his eyebrows
He raised his hand and pointed behind himself, "Look...that portrait I was sitting there looking at just now, who was painted on it?"
When he finished speaking, Sahara Soga's eyes had slightly zoomed in, and he looked past the other person's side to the painting hanging on the wall not far behind him.
But after looking at it for two seconds, Sahara Zongga just responded: "So what? You sat there, saw the name on the painting, and then claimed to be the person in the painting, you can deceive me."
?"
It was normal for him to have this reaction. After all, the portrait painting style of that era generally did not restore the original person very much. Even if he wanted to restore it, it was far from the accuracy of the photo, so this portrait really can't prove anything.
"Well...it seems I have to find another way to make you believe it." Sahara Anji said, slowly raising his hand and reaching towards his waist.
Zuo Yuanzong and I are still very calm: "Humph... It should have been like this."
scold--
scold--
Ping——
Suddenly, two blades of light suddenly appeared.
The positions that Soga Sahara and Anji Sahara were standing on had already been exchanged after this moment of fighting.
However, no one was injured in this altercation.
Both of them understood before taking action that this was not a life-or-death fight, but just a test between swordsmen similar to saying hello.
After this test, Sahara Soga also confirmed two facts: first, his opponent used the same family swordsmanship as him, and was extremely proficient; second, the katana held by the opponent was also
It is the same sword that he used, that is, the famous sword "Sashou" that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Sahara clan. There should only be one in the world.
Presumably, the quick-reacting officer had already thought of it. Yes, this "Sishou" was the weapon originally placed on the empty knife rack that Sun Yihe and Keijiro saw in the secret cabinet of the study.
The heads of the Sawara family would not always wear this famous sword on weekdays. They would only wear it during "sacrifice".
"Can you accept it now?" Anji Sahara was already sheathing his knife when he asked this question.
On the other side, Sahara Zongga not only put away his weapons, but also immediately turned around, sat down respectfully, leaned down and said, "Ancestor, please forgive me for being rude."
Taking into account the existence of "gods" and the vision that was happening at this time, combined with the irrefutable evidence in front of him, Sahara Zongga also quickly changed his mind and accepted the reality.
"Get up quickly." Sahara Anji also immediately turned around to help Soga, and showed a slight smile, "To be honest, my mood is a bit complicated now... As an ancestor, my descendants have been surpassed so much in swordsmanship.
…”
What he said at this moment has undoubtedly told us the result of the confrontation between them just now.
Even though it was a trial in which neither party was harmed, there was still a difference between superior and inferior, and both parties involved understood... there was a huge gap.
Of course, it's not that Anji Sawara is weak, it's just that I, the Sawara clan, are too strong.
If I were not the lord of the Sawara clan, but a swordsman who traveled far and wide, and if he did not practice the simple battlefield swordsmanship of the Sawara family, but was taught by a famous teacher...then what would he be able to achieve with his talent?
There is a high probability that he will not be inferior to those famous "Sword Masters" in history.
However, these are just assumptions. In reality: he is only the "Sahara Sword Master" after all, and he cannot go to the "Tianxia" stage yet.
"My ancestors are so complimentary. I, my descendant..." Zongga heard Anzhi's praise, but he didn't feel any pride or joy. Instead, he felt ashamed and said, "Oh...it's because I spent too much time on swordsmanship when I was young.
, so after taking over the important responsibility of the domain lord from my father, I felt powerless at every turn. Although I have tried my best these years, I still watched Sahara fall into a situation where he could be attacked at any time..."
"Ah... Sure enough, you are in the same situation 'over there'..." Anzhi heard this and continued weakly.
"Sir Ancestor, when you say 'ye', that means..." Zongga seemed to realize something.
"You said that you have been the head of the family for many years, so you must have read those family classics." Anzhi continued, "So, you should have some impressions of my era?"
Maybe there are other ancestors who appear here. I really can't remember anything about the Sahara clan for a while, but this Sahara Anji...or the "Bunji period" in which Anji lived, he must have an impression, because it was exactly
This is the era when the so-called "Yao Tide" occurred in family records.
"Lord Ancestor, could it be that..." Zongga said, looking out the window, "...this is the 'Yunchao'?"
"Oh? Is this what later generations called this phenomenon?" But Anji Sahara seemed to have just learned the term at this moment, "So...did you also present something like the 'Fragment of the Amancongyun Sword' in your own time?"
"
"No, I..." Soga recalled a little, "I think the situation here has nothing to do with that, but was caused by outsiders breaking in and destroying the sacrifice."
"Is that so..." Anzhi groaned, then fell into deep thought again.
"However, I did offer a treasure and made a deal with the gods about a month ago." Zongga quickly added new information.
"Oh? So nothing unusual happened after you presented the treasure, and the transaction was successful?" Anzhi seemed a little surprised by this.
"Yes." Zongwo replied, "What I offer is a treasure obtained from the Central Plains, called the Dragon Bi."
"Well..." Anzhi looked solemn when he heard this, and said thoughtfully, "There is indeed something wrong with what I presented..."
"Lord Ancestor, could it be said that the fragment of the Tiancongyun Sword you presented was a fake, and therefore angered the gods?" Zongga had already made his own speculations about this matter in the document, so he happened to take this opportunity to ask.
"No, what I presented is absolutely genuine." But Anzhi's answer was, "But because of this, things are a little hard for me to accept..."
"My descendants are stupid and don't understand what our ancestors meant." Zongga motioned to the other party to continue explaining.
"When I was making a deal with the gods, he asked me to find a 'worldly treasure' to offer, but he didn't specify what I wanted. I guess you also received the same request..." Anzhi asked.
"Yeah, not bad." Zongga nodded.
Anzhi continued: "After some searching, I presented the most valuable thing I got, that is, the fragment of the Tiancongyun Sword; however, when I presented this treasure, the gods seemed to be hurt.
, his body suddenly reacted violently, and showed clear hostility, which immediately triggered the phenomenon in front of him..."
At this point, his expression became a little subtle: "Souga, you must have heard the legend of the three artifacts. It is said that the Amancongyun Sword was born in the body of the Yamata no Orochi. In other words, it symbolizes the power of our Japanese indigenous gods.
..." He paused, "What exactly is the thing that will be rejected and attacked by other local gods? Is 'it' really a god?"