"Knife?" In front of Nijo Castle, Honanji Masaru frowned deeply.

This kind of swordsmanship was only seen in his life. He was able to fight against him, the Master of the Honwan Temple Sect of Pure Land Shizuka. Although he had never seen it, Honwan Temple thought that even Tsukahara Fu Chuan or Kamizumi Shintotsu might not be stronger.

"It is obvious that the Master of Dharma is competing for the next day. However, although the shogunate declines, there are people who are interested in it. Compared with the Dragon of Echigo, the Tiger of Arakaki, the Lion of Sagami, or the Buwu of the World who is preparing to go to Luo, the Master of Dharma is a great advantage as the Principal of Ashigaki former general. If he fights with the General of Ashigaki who is also deployed by the general of Ashigaki, the Principal's advantage will no longer exist." The samurai, to be precise, was the knife craftsman who said it gently.

"Ha, Takeda Shingen and I am an alliance, and my basic foundation is only in Ishiyama Honan Temple, and it is not the deployment of General Ashikaga." Honan Temple said coldly.

"But..." But Hongan Temple Masaru did not make any more embarrassed.

He glanced deeply, then turned around.

"I really don't want to get into unnecessary trouble while fighting with the Demon King. Especially when this trouble is a big monster!"

He left without any nostalgia.

"Ha, as a knife maker, I don't want to offend enemies like the Master of Dharma." Ye said lightly.

"As a knife maker, you only need to shoot a famous knife."

Gently touch the long knife, then insert it back into the scabbard.

"It's a pity that this 'Jiufeng' is just a famous knife, not a famous knife like the iron-shattered teeth. When will the sanity in this knife be repaired..."

As he said that, Ye inserted the "Jiufeng" and the scabbard into the road in front of Erzhao City. He took off his hat and revealed a young face with a silvery hair color that was exactly the same as that of a human, and saluted the depressed Erzhao City.

"General Ashikaga, although you can't lift the knife again, I still bring it to you."

Then, Ye put on his hat again and turned around and left.

...

Ye is a monster, but he is not a monster that he is consciously aware of. His emotions are the same as humans, but in terms of bloodline, he is indeed a pure blood monster.

So even he himself is not sure whether he is a real monster.

But he didn't care about this.

He was only accompanied by flames and steel, and occasionally the essence of monsters or spirits was manipulated by him.

He just learned swords, practiced swords, and competed swords, and then incorporated his experience into the swords he created.

He just lives the way he is used to, and that's enough.

When he was young, he sometimes had to do something he didn't like, such as hiding in the world by being chased by various things, but as his sword skills became higher and higher, the swords he built became better and better. To this day, even a great magician like Hongan Temple, could not do anything to him. Even in this chaotic Warring States era, he could walk freely.

"Oh oh oh--" A huge poisonous dragon suddenly rushed out of the turbid swamp beside it and bite it.

"Thousands of swords are endless, and hundreds of swords are endless!" The sword composed of demonic power instantly smashed the poisonous dragon into pieces, and even the swamp was cut into a well field. Strangely, even the swamp was cut so scattered, but the swamp was a little clearer than before.

But although he is free, occasionally there will be trouble for these two guys who are not open-minded.

Stepping through the poisonous dragon and the broken corpses of the swamp, I walked towards the village opposite.

There, there seemed to be some interesting sound.

The village is quiet and peaceful. No one knows that there are terrible monsters in the swamp next to them. Fortunately, no one will know about it in the future. In this village on this land, except for the demon-removing village, there is probably no monster in the mud on the ground.

At the entrance of the village, Ye saw a young man playing a musical instrument and courting a girl.

This kind of musical instrument is rare in this land. At least except for the young people, people in this village should not recognize it. Because Ye heard that the villagers who were hiding far away watched the fun were curious about the instrument.

But Ye knew this instrument.

This is a lute.

The familiar tone has not been heard in the memory of the demon life for two hundred years.

After listening for a while, he left and silently wished the new couple a blessing.

Young man, you are novel in the eyes of the people here, which makes it easy for you to win the favor of the girl, but in the same way, it may also discourage the girl from the novelty. I hope you can get happiness.

This is a gift for you to remind me of my long-lost hometown.

Although this gift, you can't hear or see...

After leaving the village, he walked along the original road to the swamp. He suddenly stopped and waved his sleeves to make the swamp more regular.

Now, this swamp can’t be called a swamp anymore, it’s more accurate to call it a lake.

Now, this swamp can be regarded as a good view.

The music of the pipa made me feel homesick, and I temporarily stopped my original plan.

Originally, he was going to find some special monsters to kill and collect some materials to practice knives, but now, he wants to buy a pot of wine and order two kilograms of beef sauce to eat...

Well, Ye doesn't drink alcohol, so he won't buy alcohol.

He was going to the port to see if there were any imported tea, tea sets and refreshments from the mainland. If there was any, buy it, and then find a beautiful scenery that was rarely visited and missed his hometown.

It's also interesting. Although he has lived in this land for more than two hundred years, which has been eight times more than his life in his hometown, he still regards himself as a foreigner.

The other monsters knew about his nostalgia for his hometown and would probably laugh at him as "stupid".

A noble young man like Sesshomaru would probably give him a word of "boring".

However, since he told Sesshomaru last time that he could not create a knife that competes with the shattered teeth, he probably wouldn't see him again in the future.

Speaking of Sesshomaru, if he didn't get a satisfactory knife, he would probably go to Gray Blade Square.

That incompetent guy has always boasted that his sword is no less than Dao Daozhai, so he probably would give Sesshomaru a knife that looks as strong as the iron thigh. But later Sesshomaru understood that Grey Blade can only create a knife that is equivalent to that of ordinary people. For big monsters like Sesshomaru, Grey Blade's sword that cannot grow and cannot fit the master is far inferior to Daozhai's sword.

From this perspective, Gray Blade Square's knives are not as good as mine.

Although my skills are one of the fewest points than him, my knife, like the broken teeth, can resonate with my master...

Well, it seems like I suddenly had inspiration.

The next knife to be shot is called "homesickness".

Then, the next step is to find the material that needs to be hard-working to find is the sacrifice of Kaifeng and the homesick spiritual blood.

Well, by the way, homesickness, can my own blood be used?
Chapter completed!