The Swordsman of the Grim Reaper

Chapter 57
The next day, early in the morning.

Oda Nobunaga woke up early, which had nothing to do with today's excitement, but was simply woken up by the flames.

The potion's effect is constantly weakening, and the flaming energy that flows like a fire once again has the upper hand, as if a large group of ants are chewing on the body.

Fortunately, it all ends today.

Once the snow lotus flower is obtained, it can be mixed with other medicinal materials, ground into an ointment and applied to the burned body, and he can bid farewell to the inflammation that has tortured himself for 300 years.

Oda Nobunaga stood up from the water tank, and the sound of rushing water woke up Guidie, who was sleeping beside him, "Lord Nobunaga."

Her voice is soft and soft, and her expression is extremely docile. She can't even persuade her in words, she can only express her inner thoughts with those charming eyes.

"Tie me a bandage."

Oda Nobunaga was not persuaded, and his tone could not hide his excitement, "Today is a big day for the expedition, how can I let my subordinates see the picture of the general in the water tank, I will go to meet them in person!"

"Hi." Gui Die lowered her eyebrows, wiped the water droplets on his body with a towel, wrapped a large bandage, and put on a bright purple kimono.

He reached out and picked up the Zanpakutō, inserted it into his waist, and stepped out of the thatched hut with his clogs.

At this moment, the sky is just bright, and the east is white with fish belly, and the rest of the direction is still gray-blue.

The air on the top of the mountain is fresh, Oda Nobunaga took a deep breath, and turned his eyes to the west, where he could see a large town.

That is the center of the West [-]th District, Liuyue City, named after the district name Liuyue.

The taxation of the entire area will be gathered in the city, and the tax collection team that came from behind will verify the ledger. If there is no error, they will go to the next area.

"Snow Lotus." Oda Nobunaga's eyes were full of longing, and he told himself that he would be over soon.

He looked away, turned and sat cross-legged on a mossy stone.

Gui Die didn't serve by her side, she rolled up her sleeves and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for seven people.

Oda Nobunaga stared at the narrow mountain road, the morning mist was hazy, and he guessed who came first?

It must be the guy, he thought to himself.

There were waves in the fog, and two figures stepped out from it.

The first man was wearing a single silver ponytail, looking forward, looking in high spirits, carrying a big blue bag, and two rolled up straw mats across his shoulders.

A beautiful woman with an expressionless face followed.

"Haha," Oda Nobunaga let out a heroic laugh, stood up and said, "It's great that you're all right. I heard about your glorious deeds fighting against the four captains alone, and I'm still worried that you won't be able to come today."

Shiraishi complained: "You are out of date. The latest rumor has developed that I fought four captains alone and killed three captains."

How shocking was the scene when the four teams appeared together, and how embarrassing it was afterwards.

Residents living in the first district of the West get the truth of the matter through their own inquiries, and naturally they will not be satisfied with simply spreading the truth.

You say a word to me, and things become wonderful in people's mouths.

Oda Nobunaga smiled and looked at Nieyinmeng behind him, "I'm convinced by your charm, and the story that I would rather give up the position of vice-captain and travel the world with you is not a lie, right?"

"It's all made up by a bunch of boring guys. I'm not handsome enough to make a woman fall for it."

Baishi set foot on the top of the mountain, without continuing to talk about the rumors, he went straight to the point: "When will we start?"

Oda Nobunaga replied, "It will take a long time to calculate the tax collection unit. You don't have to worry. Put your luggage in the room first. When my subordinates arrive, start immediately."

Shiraishi nodded, strode towards the thatched hut, and threw the burden and straw mat behind him on the table at will.

Compared to his carelessness, Nieyin Meng seemed very careful.

She carried a small bag with treasures, frying pans, salt and rape knives, etc., and could not be thrown around casually.

"Sister Guidie used to run a tea shop, and her cooking skills are very good. You can go and learn from her."

In this action, Shiraishi will not let Niyinmeng participate, nor does he want her to stay in a daze.

"Okay," Nieyinmeng agreed, and trotted to the kitchen.

Shiraishi returned to Oda Nobunaga's side and asked, "Are you a guest or an enemy who came down from the mountain?"

Oda Nobunaga said, "Guest."

Not long after, a white-haired old man appeared on the mountain road, drinking strong wine, with two knives, one long and one short, around his waist, his clothes and hair fluttering in the wind, and he walked towards the top of the mountain with an extremely free and easy attitude.

Oda Nobunaga turned his head and said, "You should have heard the name of Miyamoto Musashi."

"Is he Miyamoto Musashi?"

A look of surprise appeared on Shiraishi's face.

This name also often appears in Japanese comics, and its debut status is often linked to the four characters of Kendo master.

Oda Nobunaga nodded heavily and said, "Yes, the Ertian First Class he created is unparalleled in the world."

"Haha, the world is unparalleled, why bother."

Miyamoto Musashi laughed and threw the wine gourd in his hand, "Nobunaga-kun, stay safe."

Oda Nobunaga grabbed the wine gourd, Gululu raised his head and took a few sips, ignoring the anger caused by the spirits, and said, "It really is a celebration of wine before the war, do you want to drink it?"

"I don't drink." Shiraishi shook his head, he wasn't interested in kissing two big men indirectly.

Oda Nobunaga threw the wine gourd back to Miyamoto Musashi, and introduced by the way: "He is the famous swordsman of the wind, Shiroishi."

"Oh." Miyamoto Musashi's eyes searched a bit. At such a close distance, he could not perceive the other party's Reiatsu at all.

What kind of picture will that ornately decorated knife come out of its scabbard?

boom.

A pale skull came into view, saying a dead word.

Miyamoto Musashi's pupils dilated, he, no, it was him!

Miyamoto Musashi immediately reacted, this strong and unscrupulous murderous aura did not emanate from Shiraishi, his eyes looked at Liuyuecheng, "Nobunaga-kun, did you notice it?"

"Yeah." Oda Nobunaga said coldly, thanks to the fact that the potion did not completely fail, his strength could still be maintained at more than half.

The violent spiritual pressure that stirred the spirits in Liuyue City was naturally unable to hide his perception.

Shiraishi recognized who this spiritual pressure belonged to, and said with a look of astonishment: "Hey, that's not it, to collect a tax at the end of the month and send Zenggi Kenpachi to play?"

Oda Nobunaga's face darkened under the bandage, and he understood whose credit it was.

Indigo dye.

It must be that guy who notified the Guardian Team Thirteen, and then there would be an arrangement for the captain of the Eleventh Team to escort the tax collection in person.

"Haha." Oda Nobunaga let out a sneer, his eyes didn't flinch, he said solemnly, "Musashi, are you confident?"

"Yes." Miyamoto Musashi replied, he had not experienced this kind of high-spirited feeling that he had not yet fought, and his blood had begun to boil.

　ps: Thanks to 555 trick-or-treating, fish sellers must pose as a reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)