Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 769: Fear power, not virtue; the bigger the fist, the more right it is

"Demon Sword Hirimaru?!"

Ishikawa Ichiro screamed.

Although the knife in Wang Ai's hand is very different from Hiruwan's, this kind of Qi and the unique red knife Qi of Hiruwan cannot be faked.

He was very sure that this was Hirumaru, but for some reason, its appearance had changed from a Japanese sword to a Tang Dynasty horizontal sword.

Wang Ai looked at Ishikawa Ichiro with some surprise. This knife had been modified by Senior Brother Zhang and was very different from before, but he could recognize it at a glance.

"Yes, it's Hirumaru! I got it from a demon named Eita who was hiding in the Hongkou Dojo." Zhang Zhiwei was a little surprised, "He has been in the Magic City for a while. Have you, the Yulong Society, discovered it?"

Ishikawa Ichiro was surprised to hear that the demon had already arrived in the Magic City. He explained, "The Hongkou Dojo is under the control of the Navy. We cannot reach there. Moreover, although our Yulong Society's target is Hirimamaru, our primary purpose in the Dojo in the Magic City is not to find Hirimamaru. Instead, we have set our sights on the emerging market in the Magic City and want to make money here. Therefore, we have not paid much attention to it."

"I see." Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

"Since we are doing business, why not just set up a chamber of commerce?" asked Zhang Huaiyi, who has a good business sense.

Ishikawa Ichiro said: "As for the Chamber of Commerce, it is inevitable that they will encounter blackmail from the blacklist societies. Although these people are insignificant, they are very troublesome. However, the dojo is different."

"The dojo itself is half a violent organization. No ordinary gangster dares to touch it. Moreover, we can take this opportunity to recruit more disciples and expand our influence."

"Little Heavenly Master, you also know that our Buddha Sword School emphasizes wrapping the sword with the light of life. We only cut dead things, not living things. Even when fighting with people, we only break their weapons, not their lives."

"If it was during the Heping era, it would be fine, but now the embers are still burning, and new disputes are getting closer and closer. There are very few people willing to learn the Buddha Sword."

"Even some of my Ishikawa clan members, like Ishikawa Kawaguchi, are like this. Therefore, constantly absorbing new blood for the Fish Dragon Society is a top priority. This is also one of the reasons why the Fish Dragon Society came to the Magic City."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded. What Ishikawa Ichiro said was true. The ability of the Buddha Sword was indeed more suitable for peacetime. No wonder the Fish-Dragon Society became one of the top alien organizations in Japan decades later.

"Little Master, why did Hirumaru become like this?" Ishikawa Ichiro said, "As far as I know, Hirumaru should be a Japanese sword."

"I modified it!" said Zhang Zhiwei.

"Where is the sword spirit inside? Could it be that the bishop of the Tiantong Church has become a new demon?"

Ichiro Ishikawa asked again. He had never seen the demon sword in person, but being born in the Ishikawa family, he was familiar with everything about the demon sword.

"After I gave the sword spirit a beating, it has completely surrendered. Now there is no such thing as demons and demon swords. It is just a magical weapon with special abilities!" Zhang Zhiwei said lightly.

After hearing this, Ichiro Ishikawa was a little confused.

Can the sword spirit be sucked out? And can it be sucked out?! This completely overturned his cognition.

Moreover, there is no more talk of demons and demon swords... Does this mean that the goal that their Ishikawa family and their Yulong Society have been pursuing for hundreds of years is gone just like that?

At this moment, Ichiro Ishikawa felt dizzy and suffocated. The efforts of more than a dozen generations and hundreds of years of perseverance seemed so understated in the mouth of the little master, as if it was just a trivial matter.

His mind was broken, he stared blankly at Zhang Zhiwei, his lips trembling slightly. He didn't know what to say, or even what to think. His mind was a mess, and confusion and hesitation surged like a tide.

After a long while, he came back to his senses, looked at Zhang Zhiwei, and said in a trembling voice:

"Little Heavenly Master, can you let me take this magic sword?"

Wang Ai looked at Zhang Zhiwei and asked for his opinion.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

Wang Ai handed the knife to Ishikawa Ichiro.

Ishikawa Ichiro looked at the demon sword that was so close to him and hesitated. The legend of the demon sword was very scary. Once he picked it up, his mind would be taken over by it. He would either be suppressed by the demon sword and become a puppet, or coexist with the demon sword, his mind would change drastically and he would become a demon. No matter which one it was, he could not bear it.

This thing has been subdued by the little Taoist priest. There is no need for the little Taoist priest to deceive me... Ishikawa Ichiro muttered to himself, took a deep breath, and reached out to grasp the hilt of the knife.

The moment he grasped it, it was as if an electric current passed through his body. His eyes became dazed for a moment, and he seemed to see a black shadow with seven glowing holes and blurred facial features, laughing and pouncing towards him.

"what!"

He screamed, his hand shook violently, and he let go of Hirumaru.

The leech ball spun and slid to the ground, and Wang Ai quickly reached out to catch it.

"I saw the sword spirit and the shadowy evil spirits behind it. They were rushing towards me and wanted to take over our bodies." Ichiro Ishikawa said in shock.

Wang Ai sheathed the sword and said with a smile: "This is all normal. If you let them possess you, you will be able to master the power of the demon sword."

"If I get possessed, won't I become a demon?!" Ichiro Ishikawa shook his head repeatedly, unwilling to try.

"Your Ishikawa family knows a lot about the demon sword. What's the origin of it?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

He only knew that the Ishikawa family was looking for the demon sword, but he didn't know the specific reason.

Ichiro Ishikawa was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth and told Zhang Zhiwei the origin of the Ishikawa family and the demon sword.

The ancestor of the Ishikawa family was the first demon of the demon sword Hirumaru. Many years ago, the Ishikawa family was a family of kendo masters and ran their own dojo. However, at that time, they did not practice Buddhist swords, but real swords that were mainly used for killing.

The Ishikawa family has a close relationship with the demon sword Tourei's family. After all, one is a kendo family and the other is a sword-making family, and the two sides have frequent exchanges.

At that time, the spirit of the demon sword was extremely obsessed with kendo, and the ancestors of the Ishikawa family had taught him some basic swordsmanship concepts.

Later, Dao Ling's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds, and he began to challenge various dojos everywhere, seeking greater breakthroughs in swordsmanship.

However, since he was not a samurai and frequently challenged others, the swordsmen he defeated felt insulted and resentful, so they secretly united and set up an ambush, intending to kill him in order to save their own face. When the ancestors of the Ishikawa family learned of this, they could not bear to see a kendo genius fall, so they rushed to rescue him. Unfortunately, they were still a step too late.

When he arrived, the ambush was over. The swordsmen who set up the ambush suffered heavy casualties, and the sword spirit also died of exhaustion, falling to the ground covered with wounds.

He was filled with grief, lamenting that God was jealous of his talent, and then he wanted to bury the sword spirit. However, the moment the sword touched the long sword in the sword spirit's hand, the sword spirit's resentment invaded his body, and his mind was captured. Thus, the first generation of demons was born.

After this, the ancestor of the Ishikawa family turned into a demon and began to kill people everywhere, and countless people died at his hands.

Ishikawa Gonnosuke, the younger brother of the ancestor of the Ishikawa family, discovered his brother's pain and madness, and vowed to save his brother, so he created the Buddha sword that only cuts dead things and does not hurt the living. Just to cut off the demon sword, save the demon whose mind was captured, and the ancestor who had been trapped in the demon sword for hundreds of years.

"The significance of the Buddha Sword School inheritance is to cut off the demon sword Hirumaru and completely put an end to the appearance of demons, but..."

When Ichiro Ishikawa said this, he looked at the Hirudo in Wang Ai's hand with complicated eyes, his face full of confusion and bewilderment.

Now, the demon sword Hirumaru has been transformed by Zhang Zhiwei, and the sword spirit has been completely subdued. The legend of the demon seems to have ended. What should the Ishikawa family do?
Give up?
After hundreds of years of perseverance, how could we just give up?
But if he didn't give up, would he have to snatch the magic sword from the little Taoist priest and cut it off? !

But if we really do this, let alone cutting off the demon sword and saving our ancestors, I'm afraid the entire family will be buried with it.

After thinking for a while, Ishikawa Ichiro knelt down in front of Zhang Zhiwei and bowed deeply:
"Little Master, the ancestor of my Ishikawa family, Ishikawa Masama, is trapped in the demon sword. Please have mercy on me and save him from the sea of ​​suffering."

Zhang Zhiwei took the magic sword from Wang Ai, his eyes gleaming as he stared at the blade. Since he was the first demon, the target was very clear.

He immediately found the ancestor of the Ishikawa family - Ishikawa Masama, a short but sturdy man wearing samurai clothes, with a full beard but no hair on top.

After being trapped in the demon sword for hundreds of years, his soul has been worn out so badly that there is basically no subjective existence left. Now, he should be just a resentful soul transformed by resentment and wrongful obsession.

For Zhang Zhiwei, it was not difficult to convert this resentful soul. It could even be said to be easy. He just had to use the Jie Yin method to fish him out.

However, this resentful soul could not be collected into the hall and transformed into a breeze like the resentful souls he had received before.

Because time has been so long, its subjectivity has been worn away.

Its current state... gives Zhang Zhiwei the feeling that it is like those tree people under the sacred tree of Nathan.

Thinking of this, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly had an idea that this magic sword was very similar to the Nathan sacred tree, and also to various magical veins.

However, what maintains the sacred tree and the Dharma lineage is the subjective that has been polished to be almost equal to the objective, while what maintains the demon sword is a resentment and obsession that is difficult to erase or eliminate.

In a sense, obsession and subjectivity should be considered similar things, except that one is an extreme manifestation of ego consciousness and the other is an extreme manifestation of delusion.

In other words, the sword spirit in the demon sword took both into account. At this moment, he had some accomplishments in swordsmanship, and his subjective pursuit of swordsmanship was quite tenacious, so he was able to survive.

Thinking about it this way, the demon sword seems to have more value. Maybe I can observe it more and cultivate it!
If it were an era of corporate governance, cultivating something like the Demon Sword would be against the law, but in this day and age, it is still easy!

With this thought in mind, Zhang Zhiwei looked at Ishikawa Ichiro who was kneeling in front of him and said, "If you want me to save your Ishikawa family's ancestors, that's not difficult. Do you remember what I told you before? Can your Ishikawa family do it?!"

"This...this...I'm afraid I need to discuss it with the head of the family!" Ishikawa Ichiro replied.

"Then go back and get the news." Zhang Zhiwei said.

Ishikawa Ichiro was still kneeling: "If we agree, will the little Taoist priest immediately convert my Ishikawa family's ancestors?!"

"There has to be a deadline, maybe twenty years. After twenty years, no matter what, I will save the ancestors of your Ishikawa family. Not only that, I can also save the clansmen and disciples of your Ishikawa family who died at the hands of the demon sword over the years." Zhang Zhiwei said.

The reason for making this request was that he did not trust the credibility of the Japanese, even though the Ishikawa family had provided intelligence in the plot.

Ichiro Ishikawa heard that there was a deadline, but he didn't react. His Ishikawa family had been busy for the demon sword for so many years, and twenty years was really nothing.

"I don't have the final say on this matter. I need to go back and ask the head of the family." Ichiro Ishikawa said.

"Go ahead and ask your master. I'll wait for your reply."

After Zhang Zhiwei finished speaking, he turned around and left with his men.

After Zhang Zhiwei left, Ishikawa Ichiro knelt on the spot, looking in the direction Zhang Zhiwei left, and only stood up slowly after a long time.

The disciples behind him came to help him, but he pushed them away. He staggered back to the dojo to contact the head of the Ishikawa family.

"Brother Zhang, what does your request mean? You want the Ishikawa family to stand on the side of justice and do what they should do when a war breaks out in the future. You also set a deadline of twenty years. Do you mean that the Japanese pirates will invade us within twenty years?" Lu Jin was a little reckless, but not stupid. He reacted quickly and said.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded in response.

"Senior brother is an expert in numerology. Could this be something he calculated?" Zhang Huaiyi said.

"No, I guessed it based on the current situation. You know me, I never speculate on fate." Zhang Zhiwei replied.

Zhang Huaiyi seemed to be deep in thought. He believed what Zhang Zhiwei said, but at the same time he also felt it was a pity that with such profound attainments in numerology, he was not able to deduce the situation in the world!
"Brother Zhang, now that we have taken care of the Yulong Society's dojo, where are we going next?" Wang Ai said eagerly.

Zhang Zhiwei asked, "Who was the biggest obstacle to our church's discovery here before?"

Wang Ai said, "Originally, there was resistance everywhere, but later, for the sake of Senior Brother Zhang, several warlords made a gesture and there was no resistance anymore. Now the biggest resistance should be the Concession Municipal Council."

"I've warned the president of the Municipal Council, so they probably won't dare to do it again. However..." Zhang Zhiwei changed the subject and said, "The real person in charge of the Municipal Council should be the board of directors. Let's go and find the person with the highest say in the board of directors. I'll go talk to him!"

Wang Ai said quickly: "The person with the highest status in the Municipal Council in Shanghai should be Sir William. He lives in a villa on the Bund. How do you plan to go there to discuss this, Brother Zhang?!"

Wang Ai was very excited. Usually he acted like a grandson here, begging for help everywhere. Now, the person who supported him finally came.

Zhang Zhiwei said: "Most foreigners started out as pirates. They fear power but not virtue. The bigger the fist, the more powerful the truth. This time I went there, I didn't talk to them, but wanted to tell them that they hold power, and I hold the power over their life and death."

(End of this chapter)