In order to celebrate Zhou Ming's joining, Oda Heizang specially held a grand dinner to entertain "all ministers" and get to know this new "colleague".
Although Zhou Ming has always emphasized that he and Oda Heizo have a cooperative relationship, in many cases, it is not important what you say, but how others believe it.
Therefore, when they saw Oda Heizang's excessive enthusiasm for Zhou Ming, and were considered by the "officials" to be Oda Heizang's "favor", their jealousy and dissatisfaction with Zhou Ming, the "newcomer", began to spread among the crowd.
It emerged spontaneously and fermented quickly.
Then, provocations and threats against newcomers also followed.
I saw a short samurai stand up from his seat, walk to the center of the hall, and bow to Oda Heizo who was sitting above him.
"Sir!" the five short warriors said in a dull voice: "I heard that Lord Zhou is a powerful warrior. How about letting me compete with Lord Zhou to liven up the atmosphere of this dinner?"
coming!
Everyone was in high spirits.
"Well, well..." Oda Heizo pretended to hesitate and looked at Zhou Ming, who was sitting on his left: "Mr. Zhou, what do you think?"
As soon as these words came out, many people had thoughts in their minds, and a few cryptic glances passed to each other, and immediately there was a tacit understanding.
Some of these people knew something about what happened during the day, and could more or less guess what Oda Heizo meant, while others did not know, but this did not prevent them from wanting to test Zhou Ming and watch the excitement.
As a result, pairs of eyes fell on Zhou Ming one after another, and the entire hall's attention gradually focused on him.
Zhou Ming stared at the food on the small wooden table in front of him without saying a word.
Everyone in the main hall, including Oda Heizang, was kneeling on the ground. Only Zhou Ming was sitting cross-legged. Nothing else. He was not used to it!
Oda Heizo didn't say anything about his uniqueness, and others certainly wouldn't say anything.
At first, Zhou Ming thought this was a small problem, just a cultural difference, and he could bear with it. However, when the food was served, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Taiyaki, tofu, chicken soup, pickled radish, rice is Ochazuke, no more...
Such a meal is fine for ordinary consumption, but where is this, a banquet hosted by a daimyo?
That's it?
The level of economic development of an era can be glimpsed from its diet.
From this meal alone, we can see that the Tosho Island Kingdom under the rule of Nohara Momonosuke is by no means wealthy.
Even the daimyo's dinner party was so messy, there was no need to think about what ordinary people's daily meals were like.
"Nohara Momonosuke, a demon king and a tyrant, haha, the evaluation given by the Lord God is really accurate..."
"Jun Zhou? Jun Zhou!"
Oda Heizo's shouts brought Zhou Ming out of his thoughts.
"Huh?" Zhou Ming's thoughts were interrupted and he raised his head with some dissatisfaction.
Seeing the dissatisfaction radiating from Zhou Ming, Oda Heizang felt a little angry in his heart, but he did not show it, but said with a smile:
"Mr. Zhou, tonight's banquet is for you. How can you be so low-key when you are the protagonist? Why don't you compete with Nojiri-kun, show off your skills, and liven up the atmosphere?"
"A fight?" Zhou Ming then turned his attention to the short warrior in the field and narrowed his eyes: "With him?"
"Yes, that's right!" The short warrior felt like he was being despised, and immediately became angry, patted the wooden sword on his waist, and shouted loudly.
For safety reasons, it is not allowed to bring swords to such banquets, so the samurai choose to wear this kind of decorative wooden sword to maintain the honor of the samurai.
"Oh? How do you compare to Shun Takeuchi?"
Jun Takeuchi?
The little samurai was slightly shocked when he heard this name. He was once defeated by Takeuchi Jun, but he was still young at that time, and Takeuchi Jun was already a famous master. Now, after several years of hard training, he has become far more confident than
Jun Takeuchi.
"When he mentioned Takeuchi Jun at this time, could it be that he knew that I had been defeated by Takeuchi Jun and was deliberately trying to humiliate me?"
When he thought of this, the little warrior felt an unknown fire rising in his heart.
It's a pity that he was not well-informed and didn't know what happened during the day or that Jun Takeuchi was dead, otherwise he would never have had such an idea in his mind.
So I heard the little samurai shout: "Takeuchi Jun is no better than an old man, how can you compare him with me! If you think you are not as good as Takeuchi Jun, then there is no need to compare!"
As soon as these words came out, the little warrior felt so happy, as if he had seen the surprised and admiring looks of his colleagues around him, the important use of the name... Then, he heard Zhou Ming's understatement answer.
"Okay, take the move!"
Zhou Ming activated the ghost shadow Gu, and appeared in front of the warrior like a ghost.
The warrior was shocked and was about to draw his sword to defend himself when he saw Zhou Ming's right index finger and middle finger coming together and pointing towards the center of his eyebrows.
"No weapons! Use your hands as swords?" The samurai was startled, a thought flashed through his mind, and then he suddenly understood what he was thinking.
"It seems that he also wants to have a good relationship with me. He will use his hand instead of a knife to learn from each other. No one will lose their place and everyone will be happy. Well, this colleague..."
laugh!
The sound of flesh being chopped open made the samurai's thinking come to a standstill.
He looked at Zhou Ming and the translucent sword energy extending between Zhou Ming's two fingers together. The shock that had just risen in his eyes slowly turned into deathly silence.
Second level sword energy Gu!
Wow!
Everyone was shocked!
Some people fell backwards, their legs trembling, some people leaned forward and almost fell on the table, some people stood up too hastily and knocked over the dishes, and some people looked dull and couldn't believe it.
"Condensing Qi into a blade!"
"The legendary condensation of energy into a blade is actually true?"
"What the hell, this young man, what the hell is this young man's background..." (This is what I said)
Oda Heizo, who was sitting in the center, felt his heart agitated like a stormy sea, and said in surprise: "Is this the martial arts realm where there is no sword in the hand but a sword in the heart?"
Compared to the shock of others, he thought further. For example, if Zhou Ming wanted to kill him today, how could he resist it with his ability to condense energy into a blade?
"You can't even take one of my moves, and you still say you're better than Shun Takeuchi?"
Zhou Ming glanced contemptuously at the body of the short warrior lying on the ground. Ignoring the shocked looks in the room, Zhou Ming turned around and walked back to his seat.
The martial arts experience of the little warrior echoed in his mind.
The martial arts experience of a low-level warrior has a diminishing effect on his martial arts improvement effect, just like in the game, the experience value of killing low-level monsters will decrease.
Therefore, after wiping out the Great Stone God Fengliu and discovering that those weak warriors had little improvement in his martial arts, Zhou Ming stopped continuing to kill them.
Otherwise, he would even have the idea of killing people until the end of time and becoming a Ten-Lipo Sword God.
Killing this little warrior was also an attempt based on this idea.
To be honest, the strength of the short samurai was on par with Shun Takeuchi. It was just that Zhou Ming took advantage of the surprise and prevented the opponent from reacting, so he was killed with a single sword.
The martial arts experience provided by this short warrior did not improve Zhou Ming as much as Shun Takeuchi, which indeed proved Zhou Ming's guess.
"It seems that this is also an invisible limitation of the Lord God. If I want to quickly improve my strength, I must constantly challenge more powerful masters. It is simply impossible to defeat low-level monsters and enjoy the gains."
The dinner ended in a bustle.
Because of the powerful strength he displayed, Zhou Ming became the most dazzling presence tonight.
Almost no one cared about the death of the little warrior, and the body was quickly dragged down and disposed of. This is the tragedy of a warrior.
