Foreigner's Journey

"Well, respected black witch, we don't mean to disturb you, we just want to go up to pay homage to the 'miracle', and then donate money to the shrine."

Others quickly echoed: "Yes, yes! That's what we mean! Please, give us a chance to donate!"

Looking at the frenzied 'donation' atmosphere around, Qihua scratched the back of her head, and asked Jiu'er strangely: "What do these people mean by rushing to send money, Jiu'er?"

"Make your name before God."

Jiu'er, lying comfortably in Qihua's arms, said:

"Since there is a true god, the world after death must also exist. If you please the gods, you will not suffer even after death, and you may even have the opportunity to continue to enjoy the glory and wealth of your life. It is even possible to treat diseases and prolong your life. If you can use them correctly It is too cost-effective to achieve the most worthless 'money'."

Qihua tilted her head: "It's so hard to understand, gods and gods, no one here has seen it with their own eyes, right? Why are everyone so sure? In other words, we can't go to the Santu Shrine if this continues, Jiuer."

"Look at my...hey!"

Jiu'er jumped out of Qihua's embrace with a hey sound, cleared his throat, then looked at the two black witches and said loudly:

"You two witches, I am the Chief Superintendent of the Preservation Office specially appointed by the shogunate, and I am here to pay a visit to the Lord of the Dunga Camouflage Palace, and I hope to inform you."

The shogunate is the current ruler of the world, the wealthy businessmen and nobles around them subconsciously took a few steps away from Jiu Er and Qi Hua, and the whole black crowd scattered back like Minodo dominoes.

The two black witches looked at each other without any surprise or disturbance.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Your Highness, Master of the Crazy Tactician, Master of the Xudaorumen, you two, please follow me." A black priestess bowed slightly to Jiu'er and Qihua, then turned and walked towards the cloud-shrouded torii stairs.

Jiu'er and Qihua looked at each other strangely, nodded and followed.

Now that things are up to now, even if there is a dragon's lake and a tiger's den ahead of him, Jiu'er has to muster up the courage to break through, and Qihua is Jiu'er's knife, naturally there is no reason to leave alone.

But within 3 minutes, the momentum of the two of them was greatly reduced.

Should it be said that it is Jiu'er?After climbing less than a hundred steps, she was so tired that she was out of breath and could hardly move. In the end, Qihua could only be hugged by Qihua in an embarrassing "princess hug" posture, and walked towards the top of the mountain.

On the contrary, it was the black witch who led the way. From the beginning to the end, her breath had not been disturbed, and her forward speed had not changed at all. She was always five statures faster than Qihua.

Qihua greatly admired this point, as expected of Susanoo's black priestess, she is indeed very powerful!

With the foot strength of the black witch and Qihua, they reached the top of the mountain in a short time.

Compared with Heather's visit, the current Santu Shrine has not changed much, except that the black witches who pass by have taken off the talisman papers that cover their faces, and all of them have pretty faces, even beautiful. gorgeous girl.

Obviously they have completely different appearances, but these black witches give Qihua a very strange feeling—as if they are the same person.

The same black witch costume, the same hairstyle, the same saber, the same movements, the same indifferent face, and the same fanaticism hidden deep in the eyes.

"Qihua! Look!"

Hearing Jiu Er's terrified voice, Qi Hua came back to her senses and looked in the direction Jiu Er pointed——

The dense woods on the top of the hill bore a huge slash, cleared by violence, wide enough for four carriages to pass abreast.The cut marks continued to spread westward, spread, spread!After crossing the Izumo Mountain, the cut marks did not stop, but continued to extend towards the mountain peak to the west.

A total of seven majestic mountains have been carved with permanent sword marks by this unparalleled slash!

Looking at the huge cut mark that disappeared to the end of the line of sight and remained uninterrupted, Qihua couldn't help swallowing: "That, that is..."

【This is by no means a level that can be achieved by manpower】Qihua made such a judgment in an instant.

And Jiu'er was even more frightened and trembling all over. Before seeing this terrifying scene with her own eyes, she was still [-]% skeptical about the so-called 'Arrival of Susanoo', but now...she had such a split second with [Thousand Swords] Forgot all about it, and just wanted to escape from the Sanzu Shrine immediately.

"Good morning."

Qihua and Jiu'er were startled by the greeting voice suddenly sounded from the side.

I saw Tsuruga camouflage wearing a priestess outfit, with a long knife on his waist, and a faint smile on his face:

"Jiu'er, the ingenious strategist, Qihua, the seventh generation head of Xudaoliu, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"You... know we're coming?" Jiu'er was skeptical when he saw the attitude of the two witches before, but now he finally confirmed that someone was tipping off the Santu Shrine!

She glanced at the long knife on the waist in the Tsuruga camouflage pattern, is that a thousand swordsman?The style seems to be the same as other black witches.

Jiu'er was about to say something, but found that there was something wrong with Qihua beside her.

This big boy, who had never shown fear or defeat, was sweating all over his face at this time, and even lowered his body slightly to assume an attacking posture towards the Tsuruga camouflage, obviously already on extreme alert.

"Jiu'er, come behind me!" The voice almost squeezed out between teeth, Jiu'er has never seen Qihua like this.

"Qihua, what's wrong with you...ah!" Jiu'er just wanted to touch Qihua's forehead, but the latter grabbed Qihua's waist and threw him behind him.

"Aiya, it really is just as your lord said, he is a gifted and talented swordsman."

Tsuruga camouflage was clearly standing in front of the two of them, but the voice was suddenly far and near, revealing a strange:

"It's lucky that you passed the level."

"Pass? What pass?" Qi Hua didn't speak, but Jiu Er poked his head out from behind him and shouted.

Tsuruga Camouflage still had the same faint smile, but this time even Jiu Er was aware of the other party's terror.

That is a sense of existence that has nothing to do with murderous aura, sword aura, etc. If I have to say it, it is [malicious].

A kind of power that Jiuer and Qihua couldn't understand at all was continuously emanating from Tsuruga Camouflage, caressing their hearts like tentacles.

"He passed the level, but you didn't. Crazy Strategist, now you have two choices, either die here or roll down the mountain—"

The Tsuruga camouflage left hand rested on the handle of the knife at his waist, and slowly pulled it out:

"Only three seconds, choose quickly."

PS: After sorting out the plot carefully, I actually thought of a more interesting idea.Sure enough, if there is no outline, although it is said to be erratic and insecure, you can also let yourself go and play freely.

Should I just delete the outlines of the other chapters...

###Chapter 14 God-made Weapons###

Mingming was asked to answer within three seconds, but Jiu Er remained silent.

It's not that she is arrogant and arrogant, she would rather go to war than answer, but that she can't answer, can't speak.

Say even one word and you will die.

Move even a small step, and you will die.

Like a frog stared at by a snake, under the [maliciousness] continuously emitted by the Tsuruga camouflage, Jiu'er even had difficulty breathing at this moment.

The Tsuruga camouflage blade was gradually pulled out of the scabbard, and the cold reflection of the blade could already be seen.

"Jiu'er doesn't need to fight! You can't go down the mountain either!"

At this time, Qihua stood in front of Jiu'er and said loudly.

The invisible malice was firmly blocked, Jiu'er was finally able to breathe, she leaned against Qi Hua's back and panted heavily, sweat continuously dripping down her face.

"Qihua, are you serious?"

Tsuruga camouflage has completely pulled the long knife out of the scabbard. She holds the scabbard around her waist with one hand and holds the handle tightly with the other, pointing the tip of the knife obliquely at the ground, with a cold tone:

"Or, are you underestimating the Santu Shrine? Underestimating my Tsuruga camouflage?"

Qihua was so shocked by the opponent's horror and malice that she even leaned back slightly, but immediately straightened her body and pulled away, which is exactly the posture of Xu Dao Liu Er-【Narcissus】.

"I don't have any intention of looking down on you. I can even say that you are the strongest enemy I have ever seen. But Jiuer is the master of my 'Xuan Dao'. I will bear all the pressure and all the battles." , she is only responsible for wielding me with her tricks, so she doesn't need to fight."

Qihua's body was also covered with cold sweat, but he didn't fear or flinch, instead he took a step forward:

"Similarly, a knife cannot be wielded without an owner, so she can't go down the mountain either. Both options are invalid, and the question and answer are invalid! Come, I will be your opponent!"

"Qihua..." Jiu'er stared blankly at Qihua's broad back.

Suddenly, she made up her mind, grabbed Qihua's belt and shouted: "I don't want Qiandaoxiao, let's retreat first! Come on, let's go together!"

Even Jiu'er, who has no knowledge of martial arts, can tell that Qihua is not the opponent of the Tsuruga camouflage in front of him.The opponent's power seems to restrain all human beings and even intelligent creatures.

"It's too late." Qihua didn't turn her head, but the muscles all over her body bulged to maintain a posture ready to strike at any time.

Only now did Jiuer realize that many black witches came around at some time, and they stood quietly in the forest, on the stairs, on the roof, in the square, in the shadows...everywhere.

The way out has been completely blocked.

It seems that every black miko conveyed [maliciousness] similar to the Tsuruga camouflage, and in an instant, countless birds were startled in the lush forest above the Izumo Mountain.

Just when Jiu'er was about to be crushed by this terrifying oppressive force, there was a sudden laugh.

Seeing that Tsuruga camouflage couldn't help laughing, the terrible malice disappeared immediately.

The surrounding black witches also quietly dispersed, and Santu Shrine returned to its former tranquility.

Patta, Jiu'er's feet were limp and he sat on the stone slab under the torii gate, sweating profusely as if he had been fished out of the water.

Qihua was not much better, he could no longer feel any hostility from the Tsuruga camouflage, and sat down on the ground, panting heavily while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"I thought about it, and what you said seems to make sense."

Tsuruga put the knife back into the sheath, tilted his head to look at Qihua and Jiuer:

"Then it will be considered that both of you have passed the test. Come in, you will have a fever after being sweated by the cold wind."

With that said, she turned around and walked towards the main hall.

Qihua and Jiu'er looked at each other, the latter nodded.Now that things are going on, it is impossible to back down, and we can only continue to take a step forward.

........................

In the main hall, Jiu'er and Qihua sat on the guest cushions in a straight posture, looking around.

The brown-black floor is clean and tidy, and you can even see the reflection of human faces and light. The sun shines from the top window, reflecting the warm weather in this month.

Behind the Tsuruga camouflage sitting in the main seat is a huge and lifelike portrait of Suzhan Mingzun.

Suzhan Mingzun is also known as 'Suzuo's man'.

In the painting, the God of Storms holds a magnificent Goyu Taidao in his left arm. His upper body is bare, with streamers wrapped around his shoulders, his black hair is flying like flames, and his right arm is broken at the shoulder.Both the characters and the background are exquisitely drawn, there is only one thing——

The gods in the paintings have no faces.

Where the face should be, there are only two evil eyes, which seem to be looking back at the beholder no matter what angle you look at.

"So, you are here to collect 【Thousand Swords】?"

The sound of the Tsuruga camouflage made Jiuer come back to his senses from the painting. The latter cleared his throat and said solemnly:

"Although at the beginning, it was the task of the shogunate to confiscate the twelve complete variant swords of Shikizaki Noriyuki from all over Japan, but it has to be said that the "God's Advent" incident at the Izumo Daisan Sanzu Shrine has been truly established. Messed up my plan. Please allow me to introduce myself again, my name is Jiuer, and I am the prefect of the shogunate..."

Before she could finish speaking, she stopped abruptly, because the Tsuruga camouflage on the opposite side raised her right hand to signal Jiu'er to stop for a while.

"Izumo has extraterritorial rights. The Sanzu Shrine is the territory of the gods and not the jurisdiction of the vulgar. Do you agree with me when I say this, magician?"