"Zhou Ming, come out here, don't you dare to compete with me? You coward!"
Outside Oda Heizang's courtyard, a samurai wearing full body armor shouted loudly.
At this time, many people had gathered around to watch the fun, which made the samurai even more excited, feeling that his reputation must be rising.
Of course, he didn't notice that the onlookers looked at him no differently than they looked at a dead pig.
After cursing a few times, he found that there was no response. The samurai was preparing to say something even more unpleasant when he finally heard a cold snort.
"Noisy!"
Whoosh!
A figure suddenly appeared at a speed that he could not catch up with, and a bright light flashed before his eyes.
Then, he didn't know anything anymore.
Boom! Gululu.
Looking at the headless corpse that fell backward on the ground and the rolling head, Zhou Ming said impatiently: "Why are you still bothering me with this kind of garbage?"
Matsui Xiexin, who was jogging all the way, had just ran out of the courtyard. His eyelids were twitching as he looked at the body lying on the ground.
"It was my negligence in my work, please punish me!"
He didn't dare to make any excuses and simply stood up and admitted his mistake.
"Forget it, find someone to wash the floor and clean this place up quickly."
Zhou Ming waved his hands a little tiredly and walked back to the courtyard.
Matsui Yoshinobu cannot be blamed for this incident. Ever since his reputation spread during his battle with Hiraikawa Taisho, challenges and assassinations against him have not stopped for a moment.
At the beginning, many samurai who were not afraid of death came to challenge him, but he killed them mercilessly and sparsely, which really scared off many people. As a result, there were fewer challenges and more assassinations.
The thirty people brought by Oda Heizo, as well as Matsui Yoshinobu, have all turned into a state of high tension, and are always on guard against possible assassinations, as well as the work of cleaning the ground after a failed assassination.
It made Zhou Ming regret it now. Why did he promote himself so high-profile when he had nothing to do?
At first, in order to spread his reputation more widely and more mysteriously, he hired many people to brag about his supernatural powers. Now that he thinks about it, he wants to give himself two big mouths.
At first, he felt that being restricted by the rules of Kyoto, it was unrealistic to go around and destroy gyms like he did in Koriyama Castle, so he chose to blow his reputation out and change his initiative to challenge instead of waiting for others to challenge him.
But he soon realized that he was wrong. He tried to obey the rules for the first time after entering this world, but found that no one followed him at all.
Look at this day and night assassination, look at the challenge of wheel fighting, look at the poisoning that dyed his rice, look at this bottomless seduction...ah, I can't say this.
, anyway, from that day on, Zhou Ming and the thirty samurai of Koriyama City were not even able to sleep well.
Moreover, the combat experience provided by ordinary samurai is better than nothing in improving his sword skills. No matter how many kills he kills, it will probably have no effect.
No matter how you think about it, this plan is a loss-making deal.
Returning to the courtyard, I saw Oda Heizo sitting under the tree, looking melancholy at the green bamboo across the pond, the tea in his hand was smoky, more like a poet who was brewing emotions than a daimyo.
Even the masterminds who sent various assassins to assassinate Zhou Ming never thought of killing Oda Heizo.
The consequences of killing a samurai and killing a daimyo are completely different.
Nohara Momonosuke is not dead, and the world still maintains nominal unity. At this time, no one will take the initiative to break up this fragile balance in advance, kill a daimyo, and make all daimyo panic.
in mutual criticism.
Therefore, the person who has had the most leisurely time these days may be Oda Heizou.
"Mr. Zhou." Seeing Zhou Ming sitting down opposite him, the hesitation in Oda Heizang's eyes almost overflowed like pool water.
"The dinner party in two days' time will be attended by all the daimyo who arrived in Kyoto. Do you think I will be able to survive the joint crowding out of all the daimyo?"
"I'm going to chop you to death right now!" Zhou Ming almost couldn't help but pull out the knife.
Oda Heizo quickly sat upright, the melancholy in his eyes swept away.
"Actually, I was joking with you just now." Oda Heizang took out a letter and sent it to Zhou Ming.
"What really worries me is this."
Zhou Ming handed over the letter suspiciously, opened it and read the contents, frowning slightly.
"Tokugawa Yamato, invite me to be your guest?"
He raised his head and frowned even more.
"The Tokugawa Yamato who was once revered as the best in the world?"
"It's not the past, it's not the case until now. It's just that after Master Tokugawa announced his retirement, he stopped taking action with others, so his reputation has declined in recent years." Oda Heizou said with a sad face.
"He is also a member of the Tokugawa family. This time I invite you, Mr. Zhou, to be my guest. You are not a kind person!"
"It's the afternoon two days later. He won't want to force me to stay and not let me attend the dinner, right?" Zhou Ming put down the letter and said with a faint smile.
"It's as simple as that, just in case he wants to..." Oda Heizo said halfway, but couldn't say the other half.
"Isn't that better?" Zhou Ming said suddenly.
"What?" Oda Heizo was stunned, suspecting that he had heard wrongly, or that Zhou Ming had misunderstood what he meant.
However, when he saw Zhou Ming's extremely serious expression, Oda Heizang also understood what Zhou Ming meant.
A look of panic gradually appeared on his face.
"Sometimes time is very worthless, and sometimes it is very valuable." Zhou Ming ignored Oda Heizang's horrified expression and continued to speak words that Oda Heizang could not understand.
"Human behavior is always inevitably influenced by the outside world. When a 'deadline' is approaching, I have to try to use some more radical methods."
'Because... it's been almost a month.' Zhou Ming did not say the last sentence, but murmured in his heart.
The food he prepares for his worms can only last for a month. If it exceeds a month, the worms on his body will starve to death in batches.
By then, his combat power will be greatly reduced, and the threats he faces in this world will skyrocket.
The problem of food for Gu insects has always been a problem that restricts Zhou Ming.
There is no food replenishment in the plot world, so you can only make large reserves in the Gu world. Food that is easily perishable cannot be brought, so the corresponding Gu insects cannot be selected.
In order to make up the two sets of Gu worms that appeared on his body, Zhou Ming had a lot of headaches at the time, and he finally settled on them after careful selection.
It is easy to feed, the food can be stored for a long time, and it is suitable for itself. Zhou Ming is already very tired of being able to gather more than a dozen Gu worms.
And now, the food problem appeared in front of him again.
The mission took longer than he expected, and the reserves of Gu insect food could not last until the end of the World's Best Warrior Conference.
So Zhou Ming couldn't wait any longer, he had to act in advance.
"The perfect opportunity has come to your door, so let's start with you and end the plot of this world!"