The Myriad Worlds Gu Zun

The convoy entered the city and soon settled into a courtyard.

This is Oda Heizo's property in Kyoto.

Although the daimyo has his own territory, in Kyoto, any daimyo must restrain himself and act according to the rules. If he wants a place to live, he has to spend money to buy land and a house. It is impossible to sleep wherever he wants like in his own territory. Where to sleep.

"The news of Horikoshi's death should have reached the king's ears now. Maybe I will be summoned today."

Zhou Ming's words obviously failed to relax Oda Heizo. He was still worried and could not think of a way to properly solve this matter.

In his opinion, Zhou Ming's act of killing Horikoshi so recklessly was like putting him on the fire, but he had no way to do it.

Moreover, in full view of the city gate, everyone knew that Zhou Ming was his warrior, and the two of them were already bound together. Even if Oda Heizo wanted to distance himself from Zhou Ming, no one would believe it.

"I'm just Sou Horikoshi. As my daimyo, the king shouldn't do anything to me. I'm afraid those bastards will take advantage of someone's situation, add insult to injury and stab me in the back. That would be troublesome."

The "those bastards" Oda Heizo said, you know who they are without even thinking about it. Besides other daimyo, who else would be described by Oda Heizo in this way?

In complete contrast to Oda Heizo's reaction, Zhou Ming was leisurely and leisurely, practicing his sword skills unhurriedly, while waiting for the news he wanted to come to his door.

Inside the palace.

Taisho Hirakawa walked through the courtyard and stepped into a spacious bedroom. A palace maid in gauze led him to the bed. On the three-meter-long solid wood bed, the curtains were fluttering and the graceful figures were looming. .

"His Majesty."

Ping Chuan was kneeling down in front of the big bed and lowered his head.

"Hirachuan-kun." An old voice came from the big bed, with an air of decay and dust.

The heavy curtains were lifted layer by layer, and an old man who was skinny and skinny, with sunken eye sockets like a skull, and exuding a strong death aura, was supported by three palace maids and sat up, looking at Hirakawa Taisho with a pair of dim eyes.

Nohara Momonosuke, the "Demon King" who unified Tosho Island and started the Moonlight Age.

"Your Majesty, Horikoshi Sou is dead." Taisho Hirakawa remained motionless, still raising his head, and said in a deep voice.

"I already know." Nohara Momonosuke took a few hard breaths and said with difficulty: "That little guy, the one who killed Sou Horikoshi, is called Zhou Ming, right? A very interesting little guy, cough cough , ahem!”

"Your Majesty, please take care of yourself." Hirakawa Taisho took a few steps forward in a kneeling position and said worriedly.

"I'm fine." Several palace maids patted their backs and stroked their chests, causing Nohara Momonosuke's breathing to gradually calm down, and insisted: "That guy Oda Heizou, let him come to see me and bring that little guy with him. , I want to see him with my own eyes, I want... I want to reward him."

"Yes!" Hirakawa Taisho accepted the order without hesitation.

After leaving the palace, Hirakawa Taisho walked towards the outside of the palace. He still couldn't help but recall the funny look of Horikoshi Hiro's headless body and his head placed aside. It was really ridiculous.

Especially seeing Nohara Momonosuke's reaction to Horikoshi's death made Hirakawa Taisho want to laugh.

"That idiot Horikoshi Hoshi, thinks His Majesty really favors you? Your death can't even make His Majesty feel the slightest bit angry!"

"Idiot, the person Your Majesty trusts most is always me, Taisho Hirakawa!"

As Nohara Momonosuke's personal bodyguard, Hirakawa Taisho has always believed in this. It was just Nohara Momonosuke's favor for Horikoshi some time ago that made him feel a sense of crisis.

He thought that it was an emotion that shouldn't be felt. His Majesty has always trusted him. There is no doubt about it. Why would he feel a sense of crisis because of a Horikoshi?

He had been deeply self-blame and fearful for this, but fortunately, with Horikoshi's death, all the undue emotions were gone.

"Zhou Ming, you dare to kill Sou Horikoshi at the gate of Kyoto. What kind of person are you?"

Hirakawa Taisho narrowed his eyes and strode out of the palace gate.

His loyalty to His Majesty is unquestionable, and His Majesty's trust in him is also unquestionable.

No one can waver, no one!

…

"Jun Zhou!"

In the courtyard, Zhou Ming was refining the true energy in his body when Oda Heizo suddenly walked over with a serious expression.

"The king summoned me to the palace, and..." He stared at Zhou Ming, with a hint of surprise on his serious face, "The king asked to see you by name."

"Then let's go." Zhou Ming smiled faintly and stood up calmly.

Zhou Ming's calmness surprised Oda Heizo even more.

"Why are you not surprised at all, as if you knew beforehand that the king was meeting you?" Oda Heizo couldn't help but ask.

"My guess."

"..." Oda Heizang felt that he was being fooled by Zhou Ming as a fool.

"Actually, the reason is very simple." Zhou Ming glanced back at Oda Heizang, smiled slightly, walked on by himself, and explained casually:

"Because I have enough strength to ensure that even if Nohara Momonosuke gets angry, whether he orders my arrest and execution or sends troops to encircle me, I will have the strength to survive, escape, fight back, or directly enter the palace."

"I'm strong enough, so I don't need to worry too much about doing things."

"Moreover, since Nohara Momonosuke can hold the world's best samurai tournament, why would he be willing to kill me before the tournament starts?"

Oda Heizo was stunned, and felt that Zhou Ming's words were too bold, unorthodox, and extremely arrogant. He was simply too arrogant!

So much so that he even skipped the fact that Zhou Ming called "Nohara Momonosuke" by name.

"When are we going to see him? Now?" After walking a few steps, Zhou Ming thought of this question again and asked hurriedly.

"... No, two hours later, we have to wait for the king to have lunch."

"Yes, it's noon, and we should eat." Zhou Ming suddenly realized: "Let's eat first, let me see what special dishes Kyoto has, can you arrange it for me?"

"Okay, okay." Oda Heizo nodded helplessly, and suddenly felt very tired.

At the same time, at the west gate of Kyoto City.

A team of more than 300 people approached the foot of the city gate.

The two people guarded by the guards in the middle, a middle-aged man riding a red horse, with a square face, exuding the majesty of a superior who permeates his bones; a young man riding a black horse, with cold eyebrows and upright posture, the whole person is like a sword out of the sheath, intimidating.

The middle-aged man looked up at the city wall, with a face full of emotion, and whispered: "Kyoto... I'm back again."

After sighing, he turned his head and looked at the young man with admiration.

"Mr. Oishi, next, this is the stage for you to make a big splash!"