I am in Mihua, and the ladies all like me

The lie was exposed bluntly, and Nishijo Taiga was slightly stunned.

Hattori Heiji continued, "I think you must have been eyeing me since the first time we met. I think you must have seen me in a magazine... No, to be more precise, you must have seen the photo of me holding the white hair that fell from the forehead of the Medicine Buddha statue that you stole from Sannoji Temple!"

"That's why you keep chasing me. Because you commissioned Maori Kogoro instead of me. If I go back to Osaka and never come to Kyoto again, you won't be able to get that white hair back. Even if you solve the puzzle and find the location of the Buddha statue, you won't be able to sell it smoothly. Am I right?!"

Ha...hehe...

Seeing that all the conspiracies were about to be exposed, Nishijo Taiga laughed softly, which was unusual for him.

"What's so funny!"

Anticipating what the other party was going to say next, Hattori Heiji decisively stopped him with a scolding.

"You killed Mr. Sakura Shozo, and committed murders in Tokyo and Osaka a while ago. Wasn't it just to kill all the accomplices so that you could monopolize the statue? You are so greedy and shameless! Nishijo Taiga... No, I should call you Benkei!"

"Greedy? Shameless?"

Nishijo Taiga stopped laughing and snorted coldly.

"What do you know? All I did was to revive the Yoshitsune School!"

"Yoshitsune-ryu?"

"That's right. Sakura Masazō and I are all fans of Minamoto no Yoshitsune, and we are also fellow kendo enthusiasts. Until one day I discovered the existence of the Yoshitsune school, so we formed the Minamoto no Yoshitsune Thieves Group."

Saijo Taiga said gloomily.

"I have the highest status in the group, so they respect me as Benkei, and the leader is Minamoto no Yoshitsune, but I like Minamoto no Yoshitsune more, so after the leader died of illness, I decided to reorganize the team and form a new Minamoto no Yoshitsune Thieves Group, but the foundation of all this is money!"

"Because the leader did not leave any offspring during his lifetime, this Yulong Temple has become ownerless after his death. If the ownership cannot be determined before the deadline given by the Kyoto government, it will be demolished as an abandoned building."

"So I came up with a plan. As long as I monopolize the proceeds from the sale of the Buddha statue, I can buy this place back, renovate the temple, and recruit more disciples..."

When talking about his ideals, Saijo Taiga began to talk nonstop.

But he stopped, as if he noticed something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, Hattori... you're stalling for time!"

"Hit it quickly~"

The one who answered him was not Hattori Heiji, but a voice from behind him.

Nani! ?

Nishijo Taiga was startled and looked back suddenly.

On the steps at the back, in front of the main hall door, there was another young man standing with a knife in his hand. In one of his hands he was holding a Yaksha mask that he had looted from his disciple. He was holding it in front of his face in a serious manner. When he saw someone looking at him, he moved it away a little, revealing half of his face that was stained with a little dark red blood, but his expression was still calm.

"What a coincidence, we meet again. The last time we met was also at Kurama Mountain. You shot me with an arrow. Do you remember?"

"……It's you!?"

Nishijo Taiga gritted his teeth.

How could he not remember? Of course he remembered!

That time, he had intended to eliminate Hattori Heiji, who he believed to have the highest fighting power among the four. However, he was discovered before he could make his move, and in a hurry he had to change his target and shoot.

Anyone who could sense his murderous intent and react in time in that situation is definitely not an ordinary person!

"Where's He Ye? Is she okay?!"

When he saw Serabell appear, the first thing Hattori Heiji was concerned about was his childhood sweetheart.

Serabelle didn't respond verbally, but simply raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders.

But this was enough for Hattori Heiji.

Obviously, since Serabelle can appear here so calmly, it means that He Ye is safe, and he did not bring He Ye with him, so there is only one possibility.

That means He Ye had been sent out by Serabelle to escape first.

"Thanks. I'll go meet up with He Ye and escort her down the mountain!"

Hattori Heiji said this and turned to leave.

This did not mean that he abandoned his teammates, but was a battle plan that had been discussed from the beginning.

After all, perhaps in terms of theoretical knowledge of kendo, he is much better than Serabel, but in terms of actual combat ability, especially in a real sword duel, even ten of him together cannot beat Serabel.

This is still in its prime.

As for the current Hattori Heiji, let alone being in his prime, he may not even be able to exert 40% of his normal strength due to the wound on his shoulder and the effects of anesthetics. Even if he stays here, he will be a burden.

The decision to just turn around and leave was undoubtedly the correct one.

"Stop him!"

Nishijo Taiga subconsciously gave loud orders.

But just as he finished speaking, the sound of flesh being pierced came from beside him.

It was a samurai sword with enchanting patterns on its blade. The cold light on the blade was like a silver thread, easily piercing through the chest of the Yaksha-masked swordsman.

When their colleague was killed, all the Yaksha warriors in the temple stood up in an instant. They had all been hiding behind the bushes planted in the temple, ready to launch a sneak attack at any time.

But now the target has not been taken, and instead they have suffered heavy casualties.

As for the Saijo River, it was like being struck by lightning.

"The Demon Sword Muramasa... Is that my sword!?"

"It's okay, it's mine now."

With an expressionless face, Serabelle pulled the blade out from the corpse and swung it in a serious manner, causing blood to vibrate.

"Although I don't know which one is Benkei's drawer, don't forget that we have two Osaka natives here. Osaka is not far from Kyoto, so it's normal for them to sing the song about the place name~"

His nonchalant tone made people feel like he was chatting with a friend about what he had for lunch in the afternoon, but the movements of his hands made people's hair stand on end.

clang!

A string of dazzling flames exploded in the twilight air, and the noise it made was like the ringing of a huge bell.

Nishijo Taiga quickly drew his sword to block, but the huge force pushed him back several steps before he could barely stop retreating and steady himself.

At this moment, the voice of the Osaka girl was heard outside the temple gate.

"Heiji! Over here!"

The person who showed up was naturally Toyama Kazuha. After being thrown out over the courtyard wall by Serabelle, she hurriedly walked around to the front door, one step deep and one step shallow, and had just arrived.

"Come on... come on!"

Hattori Heiji hesitated for a moment, but ultimately chose to prioritize Kazuha.

"Then I'll take He Ye down first, and see you at the foot of the mountain later!"

"Well, you guys go first, and I'll come back after I kill them all."

While Serabel was speaking, he killed another person.

Seeing this scene, Hattori Heiji no longer hesitated. He pulled up Kazuha and turned to rush towards the thousand steps leading down the mountain.

However, at the moment they rushed out of the temple, another Yaksha warrior rushed out from the woods outside the temple gate, sword in hand and shouting. He was the one who had come back to inform the others, and he had luckily escaped Serabel's cleanup.

It is said that luck is worse than early, now is the time to make a contribution!

As long as he can take down these two people, he will be the master’s chief disciple in the future... Dong.

With a muffled sound, the head of the Yaksha warrior who had rushed out halfway hit the ground visibly.

Then his body stiffened, and then he slowly fell down.

What appeared behind his head was the scabbard of a samurai sword, followed by the elegant Kyoto accent of Miss Momiji.

"Oh, they say it's better to catch the ball than to hit it well. Are you two hurt?"

Chapter 431 Someone's back teeth were broken

Hattori Heiji and Kazuha have already left.

In the flickering firelit temple, only the sword-wielding boy was left facing a dozen Yaksha warriors alone... oh, and his "master" Nishijo Taiga.

To be honest, if you just look at the scene, it seems like a lot of things.

After all, Saijo Taiga's dream was to open a dojo for the Yoshitsune-ryu that he loved, to recruit disciples and thus promote the school. And doesn't this scene in the temple now look like a master leading his disciples to fight against those who come to challenge him?

"Hello again, good evening."

The voice of the Kyoto girl behind her distracted Serabelle for a brief moment.

But it was only for a moment, and his attention was once again focused on every enemy present.

Ooka Momiji is not like those unruly girlfriends who would force their boyfriends to put their phones with interesting contents in their faces to block their boyfriends' view when they are playing in a fierce team game.

She walked step by step to Serabelle's side and stood side by side, holding the samurai sword in her arms that had helped Hattori Heiji and the other two out of emergency outside the temple gate, and glanced sideways with a smile.

"...Since Ms. Ooka has arrived at this time, I guess the police are already behind us?"

Serabelle's voice was very casual.

He is always like this, as if his mouth and body can be used separately. Even if he is catching enemies and killing them one by one, he will not hesitate to communicate with them through words about what to have for supper tonight.

"No, I didn't call the police. I just went home to get something."

Ooka Hongye slightly raised the samurai sword in her arms and gestured.

Unlike the crudely made ronin swords held by the Yasha warriors in front of them, the samurai sword in Miss Momiji's hand was exceptionally gorgeous not only in the workmanship of the blade itself, but also in all the decorations on the blade. It was obviously not an ordinary item.

"I saw you and that Hattori-kun wanted to break the knife into two and use them separately. I thought it would be too shabby to save people in that way, so I went home and picked one up to bring here."

Ooka Hongye glanced at the demon sword Muramasa in the boy's hand.

"But it seems that it is not necessary now?"

"No, I think it might be necessary."

Serabelle told the truth.

Because while the two were chatting, he clearly saw Nishijo Taiga pull out another slightly shorter samurai sword from behind him.

One long and one short, two sword styles - two days and one style.

Isn't it the Yoshitsune school?

Serabelle's already limited knowledge of Japanese history began to become confused again.

"Then... give?"

Ooka Hongye handed the handle of the knife to the boy with interest.

"Thank you."

Serabelle thanked him briefly and forcefully, then pulled the knife out of the sheath with her backhand. The silver-white light of the knife instantly illuminated the entire temple.

When fighting, a beautiful woman gives him a sword. Such exclusive treatment for the protagonist makes Saijo Taikawa, who is obsessed with Minamoto no Yoshitsune and is the best in the world, jealous.

TMD is really enviable...

So he gripped the two swords in his hands even tighter.

"Then Miss Ooka, you can go down first. I can take care of this here."

Serabelle said calmly.

However, the Kyoto girl gave a negative answer.

"That won't work. I'm just lending you this knife, not giving it to you. You'll need to take it back after you use it. If I remember correctly, Sera-kun, you're from Tokyo, and I'm not familiar with Tokyo. If you and your family disappear, who can I ask for the knife?"

If you have any questions, please look for Osaka Hattori Heiji, just go to him...

Serabelle thought so unscrupulously.

But he said something else: "If I remember correctly, it seems that about ten seconds ago, Ms. Ooka, you said that you just picked up this knife from home."

"Yes, I picked them randomly." Ooka Hongye maintained a perfect and gentle smile, "I just picked them randomly from the museum at home. Each one is a treasure that my grandfather collected painstakingly when he was young."

"..."

For a moment, Serabelle almost wanted to return the knife to its original position.