Myriad Realms Gu Venerable

Chapter 37 The Dying Lord

After noon, the sun gradually set to the west for half a day.

Zhou Ming and Oda Heizo were walking in the palace, with a maid in front leading the way.

From time to time, palace maids walked by on the road, each of them walking lightly and silently.In such a huge palace, the two of them could only hear their own footsteps, it seemed so empty and quiet.

Stepping into the palace again and again, finally, under the guidance of the maid, the two walked to the door of a bedroom.

Standing in front of the door was a samurai who was nearly thirty years old. As soon as the two approached, the samurai's eyes scanned the two of them back and forth, his eyes were as sharp as a sieve, and he scanned the two of them inside and out.

Then the samurai opened the door with a stern expression and walked in.

After him, there was the maid who led Zhou Ming and the two of them here, and behind him came the two of Zhou Ming.

"That warrior is a master." Zhou Ming said softly, thoughtfully.

"That's the king's personal bodyguard, Hirakawa Taisho. He is the person whom the king trusts most, Horikoshi Sou, huh, compared to him, you are nothing!"

Oda Heizang explained in a low voice beside him.

"Personally protecting Nohara Momonosuke? No wonder he is so powerful." Zhou Ming nodded.

When the two entered the bedroom, they saw a large bed covered with curtains, and maids of honor came in and out through the curtains.

After heavy curtains and folded curtains, a crooked figure could be vaguely seen.

"Your Majesty, Lord Oda has arrived, and the warrior named Zhou Ming has also arrived."

Hirakawa Taisho stood in front of the bed, lowered his head and said loudly.

"Oh? They're here? Okay, help me up and have a look."

The curtain was pulled back one after another, and the hunched figure gradually became clear, and finally, it stood completely in front of Zhou Ming.

An old man as thin as an ape, as thin as a skeleton, with only a few sparse hairs left in the middle of his head, exuding a lingering death aura.

The whole person looks no different from an ordinary old man who is about to die of old age. If he only heard the legend of Nohara Momonosuke's career and saw him like this again, he would be very disappointed. He couldn't believe it. The king who once fought in the north and south, Now it has become like this.

"Master!" Oda Heizo knelt on the ground with a bang, bursting into tears: "I haven't seen you for a few months, why have you become like this? Oda always cares about you and is always worried about you!"

"Hey, Oda wished he could bear the pain of the king now, and exchange his life for the health of the king!"

Zhou Ming: "..."

Good guy, Oda Heizou never thought that a guy like you, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, is also a flatterer!

"How dare you, why don't you kneel down in front of His Majesty!" Seeing Zhou Ming standing there motionless, a palace maid shouted sternly with her long eyebrows raised.

Zhou Ming glanced at her lightly, then stopped looking at her. Instead, his eyes fell on Hirakawa Taisho.

This taciturn and indifferent warrior was the object of his attention all the time.

This was a powerful samurai, and no one in the entire room combined was as much of a threat to him.

At the same time that Zhou Ming's eyes were locked on himself, Hirakawa Taisho felt an extremely dangerous feeling in his heart. His right hand instantly held the handle of the knife, his nerves were tense, and he almost couldn't help pulling out the knife.

"Okay." Nohara Momonosuke's old voice sounded.

"Mr. Pingchuan, don't be nervous, Mr. Zhou is not an evildoer."

Even though the sense of danger he felt from Zhou Ming did not diminish at all, Hirakawa Taisho still released the hand holding the knife without hesitation, took two steps back, and lowered his head slightly.

'It's really obedient. Zhou Ming felt a little disappointed, and turned his gaze away from Hirakawa Taisho.

"Zhou Ming, the samurai who killed Horikoshi... come here, let me take a good look."

Nohara Momonosuke struggled to hold himself up and waved weakly to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse. He took a few steps forward and walked to the big bed.

The distance between the two was less than five steps.

A thought suddenly flashed through Zhou Ming's mind: How about killing Nohara Momonosuke right here?
With such a short distance, Zhou Ming is confident that as long as he makes a move, no one can stop him from killing Nohara Momonosuke.

No, no, not yet...

Zhou Ming suppressed this thought and looked at Momonosuke Nohara.

The old man opposite, who is dying, so weak that he needs the support of a palace maid to sit down, his eyes are dim and without any light, as if he will die next moment, but at this moment, he is trying hard to open his drooped eyelids, open his eyes wide, and look up and down carefully. Written by Zhou Ming.

"Okay, hehe, okay."

While watching, Nohara Momonosuke smiled with satisfaction. The wrinkles on his old face shrank into a ball with a smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum. Ordinary people would probably be shocked at first glance.

"Oda-kun, you have accepted a very good samurai."

Momonosuke Nohara turned his gaze to Oda Heizo, and Oda Heizo hurriedly lowered his head, respectful, unable to see the majesty of being a daimyo at all.

"Hehe, okay." Momonosuke Nohara muttered, and his eyes turned back to Zhou Ming.

"Your sword skills haven't reached your bottleneck yet, and you are still on the rise. Before the conference starts, you still have more room for improvement."

"During this time, let Mr. Pingchuan practice with you. There is no warrior around me better than him."

Hirakawa Taisho's body trembled slightly, without raising his head, he shouted in a deep voice, "Hi Yi!"

"Okay, I'm tired too." Nohara Momonosuke slowly lay down, his voice full of tiredness.

"Let's stop here for today. In a few days, after all the daimyos have arrived, I will hold a banquet in the palace as the opening of the World's No. [-] Samurai Conference."

"Jun Zhou, when the time comes, go and fight to get your honor and give me the most exciting performance..."

……

An anticlimactic, inexplicable summons ended peacefully like this.

At the gate of the palace, Hirakawa Dasho said coldly: "Mr. Zhou, I will go to you at eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

"I can't get up at eight o'clock, so you can come see me at three o'clock in the afternoon."

"..." Taisho Hirakawa was silent for a while, and said coldly: "Mr. Zhou, I will practice with you. This is His Majesty's order. Do you want to disobey the order?"

Zhou Ming sneered and said indifferently: "Nohara Momonosuke just asked you to be my sparring partner, but he didn't give me a set time. You can practice whenever you want to see how I feel. You can go back and wait for the news!"

"idiot!"

Hirakawa Taisho was furious and drew his sword on Zhou Ming on the spot.

"You dare to call His Majesty by his first name and want to rebel!"

"It's so simple." Zhou Ming sneered, and took out the Adamantium alloy knife from the flower bud Gu.

"Early practice is worse than late practice. I'll kill you now, just finish training for you."

"Wait, wait a minute!" Seeing that the atmosphere was tense, and the two of them were about to splatter three feet of blood in the next moment, Oda Heizo hurriedly stopped them.

He didn't dare to stand between the two of them, for fear that the two of them would go crazy and ignore him and kill him, so he took a few steps back, a full ten steps away from the two of them, and shouted at the top of his voice.

"You two are both powerful warriors. You should learn martial arts, communicate with each other, and become confidantes. Why are you fighting each other like this?"

"Besides, this is still at the gate of the palace, so it's not a good place for a martial arts competition!"

"How about I sit in the manor, let's find a place to have a drink or two?"

Zhou Ming's lawless character made Oda Heizo understand that it was impossible for him to subdue the other party for his own use, and he stopped working hard in this direction, and simply lay flat, and his attitude towards Zhou Ming changed a lot from the beginning.

He has accepted his fate now. He can just hug Zhou Ming's thigh without showing off. What if he offends Zhou Ming, the evil star, and chops himself with a knife?
In addition, Hirakawa Taisho is the personal samurai next to Nohara Momanosuke. On the surface, he has no official position, but in fact he knows how much energy he has.

Facing these two masters, Oda Heizo couldn't use his status to suppress them, so he could only speak softly and persuade them kindly.

"No need!" Hirakawa Taisho put the knife back into its sheath, and looked at Zhou Ming coldly.

"I'll go find you tomorrow, you and I will fight."

After all, turn around and leave.

"Then let you live one more day." Zhou Ming sneered back, "Come and cry to your mother tonight, you will never have this chance again tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)