"Honorable Sir, killing the people of Wujue Shrine will probably lead to terrible revenge. No one has survived the attack of Wujue Shrine. In Japan, even the emperor does not dare to offend Wujue at will.
Shrine..."
Seeing Tang Xuanming still walking forward carelessly, a wanderer gritted his teeth, took a step forward, and bowed to report to Tang Xuanming.
Tang Xuanming nodded calmly and said: "You are very good. From now on, you can be counted as my follower and you can pass on my name."
He showed no signs of worry or fear at all, and was as calm and indifferent as the deep sea.
Many followers were infected by Tang Xuanming's calm attitude, and they suddenly felt like they had received a reassurance.
The ronin was overjoyed. He knelt down heavily on the ground and kowtowed twice to Tang Xuanming.
He is the only follower recognized by Tang Xuanming in these days.
Because Tang Xuanming came from the Central Plains, he bravely stepped forward and reported to Tang Xuanming in his somewhat unfamiliar Central Plains dialect, and finally received a huge reward.
In Japan, the Central Plains dialect is the most orthodox and noble dialect. Only nobles and royal families can learn it, because the Central Plains is powerful and rich, far beyond them.
Every Japanese is proud to be a Central Plains person.
Now he was recognized by this almost god-like figure as his first glorious follower.
When the ronin raised his head, he faced the envious eyes of a group of Tang Xuanming's followers and walked to the forefront, closely following Huo Qilin.
In this process, no one stood in the way, and everyone felt it was natural.
The ronin looked arrogant, and seemed to be obviously different from the group of followers.
"How far is Wujue Shrine from here?"
"Sir, there are still two days to go."
Tang Xuanming nodded, closed his eyes and sat on Huo Qilin's back, saying nothing.
The escaped breath of the fire unicorn was swallowed by him and absorbed into the main body, causing the two dragon patterns on the main body to spit out a stream of essence again.
It was absorbed by his body and turned into majestic internal force. After leaving Lingyun Cave for more than a month, the Yin and Yang Sutra practiced by Tang Xuanming had reached the twelfth level.
And it is still moving forward steadily and constantly making progress.
He even used the wishing point to deduce the Yin and Yang Sutra again, so that this magic book has a full twenty levels, but there is no need to worry about the lack of skills in practice.
The Dragon-Elephant Prajna Kung Fu has reached the thirteenth level silently. Now, with his brute strength, no one on the entire earth can be his opponent. Except for the natural beast like the fire unicorn under his crotch, normal humans are far better than others.
Get on him.
"Mysterious strong man, you have been watched by the strong men of Wujue Palace. Your strength has gained our respect. As long as you..."
Tang Xuanming raised his hand slightly, and a powerful air blade was about to condense out, but before he could take action, the werewolf who was the first to surrender to him and took the initiative to show him the way had already rushed out one step ahead of him and struck out with a knife.
Cut off the head of the messenger.
The envoy was not weak in strength, but he had no fighting spirit. He originally wanted to make peace, but he directly encountered the ronin's fatal blow and died immediately.
Tang Xuanming lowered his head slightly, but before he could speak, the ronin fell to his knees in fear.
"You have done a great job. You don't need to be so humble. You are qualified to let me know your name."
"My name is Junichi Watanabe, sir!"
The ronin's hands were shaking with excitement. Tang Xuanming just asked his name, which seemed to give him huge motivation.
"Well, Junichi Watanabe, very good! Your sword skills seem to be pretty good. I happen to have a sword too and can teach you."
"A gift from an adult will never be forgotten by a villain."
Watanabe Junyi knelt heavily on the ground, with some blood even seeping from his forehead.
The eyes of the ronin in the distance turned red with envy, and they all decided that if someone from the Wujue Shrine appears again next time, he will definitely die without a burial place.
Watanabe Junichi is not the best in martial arts among them, but his ability to adapt to the changing circumstances is truly remarkable.
A group of ronin stared wide-eyed and pricked up their ears, wanting to hear a detailed explanation of that sword technique.
But I only saw the fire unicorn driven by the god-like young man moving forward slowly.
"Is it just words and not teaching at all?"
A group of people had such an idea in their minds, but they saw Jun Watanabe nodding his head with great excitement.
It seemed like someone was talking in my ear.
boom!
The ronin who were not knowledgeable enough were secretly disappointed, but those who had traveled in the Central Plains were all shocked.
"Thousand-mile Sound Transmission, this is Thousand-mile Sound Transmission, is a top secret technique. Unless the inner strength is extremely deep, ordinary people will not be able to perform this secret technique even if they learn it."
A middle-aged ronin said excitedly.
As far as he knows, the people who can use the Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission are extremely important people. Each one of them is extraordinary and extremely powerful, and they are a person that they can only hope to reach.
But now, with such a strong man in front of them, they even became his followers, although Tang Xuanming did not admit it.
"Your Excellency will definitely become a daimyo in the future, and as all of us are his followers, we can create an unprecedented family."
The middle-aged man murmured to himself, which made the dozens of ronin who had been following Tang Xuanming look at him intensely without receiving any response.
"I don't know what kind of magical skills Watanabe Junichi has learned?"
The young ronin's tone was filled with envy.
"As long as we do our best for the adults, we can also be taught."
Another ronin tried to persuade him in this way, but there was still a hint of sourness in his tone, and there was also envy and longing.
"You must die for your Excellency."
…
Tang Xuanming was walking leisurely on his Qilin. In the Central Plains, if he walked like this, he would be attacked by top strong men, which would make the people extremely afraid.
On this strange island, he was greeted with the same fearful eyes, but he was full of awe in the fear.
No matter where he goes, he can receive extremely high standards of reception. In this era where legends about gods and demons abound, he is regarded as a god by many ignorant villagers.
The flaming unicorn under his crotch is regarded as a mythical beast. Every time he goes to a village, someone will offer him the most beautiful girl in the village.
Although in Tang Xuanming's opinion, the so-called most beautiful girls are a bit ugly.
Due to nutritional problems, all the people on the island he saw were short and ugly.
It didn't fit his aesthetics, so he dismissed them casually.
And while he was enjoying a rice ball leisurely, another wave of people from Wujue Shrine arrived.
This time they came with great force, there were dozens of them, and everyone was armed with weapons. It was obvious that after Zhao An failed, they were ready to use force.