I am a god in Tokyo

She is one of the few people who knows that Xia Zhiqiu has not yet joined the sword giant's family, but now it seems that although Jianhao has never accepted apprentices, Xia Zhiqiu is officially acting as his disciple.

This shows that Xia Zhiqiu has decided to take on everything for the sword hero.

His fame, his karma, his hatred.

In addition to searching for Section [-], most of the psychics in Tokyo have come here. Ryosuke Miyagawa has suffered too much and has become autistic and dull. He is not suitable for receiving visitors, so he can only stand aside and quietly Seeing that the little junior sister can handle it with ease.

If there is no junior sister here,

He probably broke down last night.

Asakusa presided over the closing ceremony and quietly watched the man in the black coffin. He and the swordsman were both people of the boundary. The five of them often exchanged their practice experience and reflected each other. The relationship is not bad.

Now seeing a good friend lying in a coffin, it is inevitable to feel sad.

"Musashi, you are the youngest among us, and the one most likely to break through that layer of restriction."

The host sighed softly.

"pity."

He clenched his Zen staff tightly, lowered his eyes and remained silent. Suddenly, all the psychics who came to pay respects were startled, and saw the surging spiritual power suddenly rising, turning into glazed Buddha light, and shining in all directions.

There are also Sanskrit sounds and Buddha singing, which are born out of thin air, and there are flowers of emptiness, which fall in pieces.

Xia Zhiqiu stopped to entertain, and everyone was silent, just looking at the front of the black coffin, Asakusa, who stimulated the spiritual power to send the sword hero to the last journey, presided over it.

"master."

Miyagawa Ryosuke hugged the weapon tightly, and water sprayed out from the dried up tear glands.

He whispered.

"You are gone, what should I do?"

In the millennium, a boy who lost his parents walked numbly on the lifeless street.

His voice was hoarse from crying, and his tears were completely dried up, until he met a man who was walking with a sword and looked at him.

The two stared at each other silently.

The man walked up to the boy with a blank expression on his face. He just pulled out his handkerchief and wiped the tears on his face indiscriminately.

"I am Koga Musashi, and you are my apprentice."

py: "Are you worthy of cultivating immortals too?" "

"You are also worthy of cultivating immortals" system

"Look for a disciple. This system will give her [-] units of spiritual power and let her participate in the competition. If she loses, I will give you ten times."

Li Ling: "Isn't this just a matter of finding a waste to be an apprentice, and there is such a good thing???"

A few years later, Li Ling looked at the sword emperor, saintess, and demon emperors that he had cultivated, and fell into contemplation.

Are there no wastes these days?

Chapter 130 The Investigation of Ai Hayasaka

"Miss Kasumigaoka, Mr. Miyagawa, we are deeply sorry for the misunderstanding of Mr. Koga yesterday."

Halfway through the funeral, more and more psykers came to worship.

The high-ranking priest of the Shinto sect looked ashamed.

Miyagawa Ryosuke looked gloomy and didn't respond, while Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu behaved politely and accepted it for his teacher.

At this time, the spiritual energy world also knew that the deaths of psychics and mortals yesterday were not caused by the swordsman, and even the swordsman was brutally murdered, so they naturally no longer doubted the swordsman.

It's too late to apologize now.

The priest handed over the gifts, and after offering incense and offering sacrifices, he hurriedly withdrew.

After that, people came to offer incense one after another.

Those who came to the funeral were not all the relatives and friends of the swordsman, most of them were psychics who came in the name of the swordsman. After offering incense and offering sacrifices, they were led to the side hall by the monks.

suddenly,

The crowd rioted and looked out.

Outside the mourning hall, another wave of worshipers came.

"It's Yinyang Liao, why are they here..."

"Didn't the Tuyumen family have conflicts with the disciples of Jianhao?"

The crowd whispered.

Tsuchimikado Haruo is still in a coma, and the Tsuchimikado family and Miyagawa Ryosuke have almost become sworn enemies. If it weren't for the suppression of the power of the swordsman, the conflict might have arisen earlier.

It couldn't be Yinyangliao who came to settle accounts while Jianhao was dead, right?

No, no, even if he had to settle accounts with Miyagawa Ryosuke, he would not choose this time.

Xia Zhiqiu frowned and looked,

Not many people came to Yinyangliao, there were only six or seven people, and they were all wearing black clothes and white flowers, obviously they also came for worship.

The leader is a middle-aged man with graying temples and a handsome appearance.

"This is the owner of Yinyang Liao."

sudden,

A small but clear voice appeared next to the girl's ear, it was actually the voice of the host Asakusa.

She looked back,

Master Asakusa held a Zen stick, stood with his back facing each other, turned the beads, and still prayed for the master's body.

Is this the method of thousands of miles of sound transmission?

When Xia Zhiqiu was puzzled, the voice came again.

"The poor monk and Musashi are close friends. Although Musashi passed away, his disciples cannot tolerate being insulted by outsiders. Please rest assured that no one in Sensoji Temple can humiliate you."

Xia Zhiqiu silently withdrew his gaze, but was grateful in his heart.

She was about to go forward to face her, but Miyagawa Ryosuke was one step ahead of her. The numb young man walked with a sword in his hand, stopping in front of the owner of Yinyang Liao.

"For the family teacher's funeral, please leave our grievances behind."

His voice was hoarse and his tone was cold.

The owner of Yinyang Liao's eyes were dark, and he looked at the young man at the same level.

"There are many doubts about Haruo. We have re-investigated. Perhaps, just like Koga Musashi's death, there are enemies we don't know about."

He clapped his hands lightly.

Beside him, an onmyoji stepped forward, holding a gift box.

"This is Yinyang Liao's apology, please accept it."

In the gift box are high-value checks and several land deeds, which are extremely sincere.

After Miyagawa Ryosuke was silent, he stepped aside.

The landlord stepped into the mourning hall, followed by Harumi Tsuchimikado in a black dress, followed by other onmyojis.

Harumi followed behind, and soon saw Shiba-senpai who was thinking about her.

Because of Qingsheng's incident, she was ordered not to associate with the sword master's disciples. The ban is in Yinyang Liao, and the mobile phone is taken away. It has been a long time since she has interacted with Xiazhiqiu. What a big deal this is for a girl who already lacks friends hit?

Although the occasion is wrong,

But when she saw Shi Yu-senpai, she was still very happy.

What's more, Yinyangliao also plans to re-investigate Qingsheng's matter, and the relationship with Jianhao's disciple will also ease.

Harumi's gaze caught Kasumigaoka's attention.

The girl who was more stunning because of the mourning clothes, looked at Harumi Tsuchimikado, but just nodded lightly, and then naturally received the owner of Yinyang Liao, which made Harumi stunned.

Senior sister Shiyu's changes far exceeded her imagination.

That kind of change in temperament is like being reborn from the ashes, fading away the youthful and naive changes.

The former senior sister Shiyu, when she stepped into the extraordinary world, her brows were full of high spirits, and she was full of curiosity and longing for the extraordinary world.

And now,

Whether it is innocence or curiosity, it completely disappears.

The death of Mr. Jianhao was also a great blow to Shiyu-senpai... Harumi sighed slightly in her heart, but she just took this change in Kasumi Hills as a strength to hide her grief.

The landlord came to the black coffin and looked at the sleeping body inside.

As if caught in memory, silent for a long time.

His eyes flickered, filled with pity, regret and a little sadness, and then his eyes became firm as if he had made up his mind.

He bowed, burned incense and turned around.

Stopped in front of Xiazhiqiu Shiyu.

"I want to chat with you alone about Koga Musashi."

The landlord's tone was calm.

Xia Zhiqiu took a look at the host of Asakusa, then led the host to the side, and at the same time persuaded the senior brother Ryosuke who was going to follow him to go back.

When the two of you are alone,

The owner of the hostel went straight in.

"Koga Musashi is very powerful, and he does things in his own way. He and his disciple have offended many forces. These forces are afraid of the strength of the swordsman and swallow their anger. But he is dead, and they will inevitably retaliate against you."

After a short pause, he looked at the deep thought on the girl's face.

He continued to speak, but his tone was softer.

"I also met Koga Musashi before, and the relationship was not harmonious. He will always walk in front of me. No matter how hard I try, it is impossible to catch up with him..."

Speaking of this, he shook his head again.

"Forget it, if you encounter anything, you can come to me for help."

Xia Zhiqiu looked at the landlord, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Regarding this landlord, she had been disgusted by the other party's attitude towards Harumi, but she did not expect such a friendship between him and the master.

It is true that human beings have many faces.

"The landlord's kindness, we appreciate it."

Although Xia Zhiqiu's voice was light and soft, his tone was exceptionally firm.

The landlord frowned, feeling that the girl was trying to be brave, but when he saw her eyes, he swallowed the next persuasion.

Xia Zhiqiu returned to the mourning hall and walked to Asakusa to preside over it.

"Master Baishi, can I borrow the copper bell from your temple?"

There are several bronze bells in Sensoji Temple, one of which is located just outside the mourning hall. It is several meters high and weighs several tons.

"you...."

The host stopped chanting, looked at the girl for a while, and understood what the other party was going to do.

"The four of us and Musashi are all close friends, you don't have to do this." He shook his head to advise.

The girl put her palms together and begged with a firm expression.

The white-bearded monk could only nod with a wry smile.

Xia Zhiqiu was very grateful, turned around and walked out of the mourning hall, while moving his palms, he put the Inugami Knuckles on his fingertips.

"What is she going to do?"

The psykers who came to worship also came out of the side hall one after another, watching the girl walk all the way to the bronze bell.