I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

However, the magic effect is not so absolute.

Under normal circumstances, monsters will keep their real names as the biggest secrets in their hearts, and no one will tell them.

Only when it is time to offer loyalty to the superior, the monster will personally give his real name to establish the master-slave relationship between the two parties.

Sometimes it is to be intimidated by the other party's tyrannical force, sometimes it is to be subdued by the other party's personality charm, and sometimes it is to seek one's own life.

When accepting Feiju as her entourage, the cat girl was not bound by the shikigami bond of the old man of the mountain.

But she still followed the rules and offered her real name to the old man of the mountain to show her respect and loyalty to the new lord.

The old man of the mountain disdains to restrain his subordinates in similar ways.

Not only because his subordinates are full of fanatics with full loyalty.

It is also because he is confident that as long as he exists for a day, no one from the Great Tomb, to the Scourge, and then to the Hassan Order will dare to rebel.

But do as the Romans do, the old man of the mountain gladly accepts Feiju's real name.

Closer to home.

After bestowing his name on the Westbound Demon Queen, the old man of the mountain withdrew his serious posture.

"You Lian? What a nice name." Xixing Temple Youyouzi was happy for Xixing Yao.

However, Xi Xing Yao did not stand up directly, but bowed down again after thanking him.

"Thank you grandpa for giving me the name. My little girl has another unfeeling request, and I hope grandpa can fulfill it."

Saying that, You Lian of Xixing Temple held up the Lingbao sword that was born with the incarnation with both hands, and offered it to the old man of the mountain.

"This sword is called Yingxin. You Lian hopes that Grandpa can accept it. Without Grandpa's teaching and help, my little girl would not be where she is today."

The Yingxin Sword is a sword forged from the heart of the tree of the Xixing Demon as the core material.

Although the name is a bit delicate, in fact, Yingxinjian has a fierce appearance that is no less than that of the nameless black sword.

What's more, You Lian of Xixing Temple also absorbed the inheritance of three top big monsters before transforming into form.

A considerable part of these huge and difficult-to-transform powers have become the raw materials for sword casting, making the Yingxin Sword's quality enough to enter the ranks of treasures.

Taking the Sakura Heart Sword from Saikyoji Youlian's hand, the man of the mountain looked at it carefully.

The size and size are exactly the same as his big black sword, and even the weight and feel are perfectly restored.

If there is any difference, there is only the relief of blood-colored cherry blossoms blooming on the sword.

"You are interested."

The old man on the mountain deeply felt the admiration Xixing Temple Youlian had for him.

In fact, You Lian of Xixing Temple couldn't tell what kind of emotion he had towards the old man of the mountain.

There is reverence for the strong, loyalty to the lord, gratitude to the teacher, and closeness to the elders...

In any case, during this period of time, the old man of the mountain has really helped her a lot, and the image of the old man is constantly changing in her heart.

It was the love that brought her and Youyuzi out of the cage, the patience that never lost its self-preservation in teaching and guidance, the protection that knocked the gods down from the clouds, and the responsibility that helped her prepare for her transformation.

The old man of the mountain is the salvation of himself and Yuyuko of Xixing Temple.

If she hadn't met this senior, Xixing Temple Youlian felt that she and Youyouzi might really die together in the future.

"It's the best if Grandpa likes it."

Xixing Temple bowed down with pity and sympathy, with unconcealable joy in his tone.

To be honest, the old man of the mountain felt that it was a waste to use the Sakura Heart Sword for himself.

After all, he is a traditional assassin whose assassination relies on flat slashing, and he doesn't need all kinds of fancy abilities attached to Yingxin Sword.

However, Sakura Heart Sword has the ability to grow.

After staying in his hands for a while and acquiring a few valuable heads, it is not impossible to cultivate the Sakura Heart Sword to A level.

Back then, the mediocre black greatsword barely got a C-rank evaluation because it was used by the man of the mountain all the year round.

After all, the Yingxin Sword is Youlian's companion spiritual treasure of Xixing Temple, and the old man of the mountain took it with the intention of nurturing it, and will return it to its original owner in the future.

Putting away the Yingxin Sword, the old man of the mountain thrust the big black sword in front of You Lian of Xixing Temple.

"Take it, I hope you can always walk on the right path in the future."

You Lian of Xixing Temple was a little dumbfounded, knelt down on the ground and stared blankly at the big black sword standing in front of him.

"This……"

The old man on the mountain didn't give her a chance to refuse or say more.

"Take it as a gift in return for you. Exchange an old sword for a new one. No matter how you think about it, this old man is making a lot of money."

Hearing the proud man of the mountain, You Lian of Xixing Temple recovered from the shock, and the joy on the brows could no longer be suppressed.

"Thank you grandpa, my little girl will take good care of her."

You Lian of Xixing Temple hurriedly stood up, clenched the hilt of the big black sword with both hands, stood on tiptoe, and pulled out the big sword.

Wearing a dignified kimono and holding a huge sword of almost the same height, there is a feeling of "there is a girl next door who has just grown up and is powerful enough to lift the mountain and surpass the world".

Compared with the old man of the mountain, a big sword that is just the right size to be wielded with one hand is a veritable giant sword in the hands of You Lian of Xixing Temple.

Although it is a little uncoordinated when using it, the physical fitness of the monster girl is not fake, so there is no problem of not being able to use it.

This is also the intention of the man of the mountain to present the black great sword to the girl.

Let her adapt and learn how to use the giant sword first, so that she won't even know how to use her companion spirit treasure when she can.

Shame! !

He waved his hand to signal Xihangsi Youlian to sit back beside Youyouzi, and took out more ingredients from the portable space.

Although the road of cultivation is hard and tiring, it is still necessary to let the children have enough food, after all, they are at the age of growing their bodies.

Seeing the old man of the mountain strung the ingredients on the branches by category, You Lian and You Youzi's eyes lit up in unison.

"Grandpa, do you want an extra meal today?" Yuyuko asked after swallowing the sweet baked sweet potato.

"I'm going to Heianjing tomorrow, so there's no need to keep storing these things."

The old man of the mountain responded to Youyouzi, without stopping his crisp movements, and put it on the fire after the skewer was finished.

"But waste is a serious crime. I think you still have more than enough to eat, so you should still be able to eat it?"

"Yes! Of course! Grandpa is indeed the best!!"

Yuyuko almost jumped up on the spot when she heard the good news, waving her hands and shouting long live grandpa.

You Lian of Xixing Temple was not so crazy, and the quiet monster girl also picked up branches and ingredients to help with the work.

Seeing that Xixing Yao is so sensible, Youyuzi is also embarrassed to be lazy.

Seeing that Xixing Yao is so sensible, Youyuzi is also embarrassed to be lazy.

After finishing the remaining food in twos and twos, she joined the ranks of helping the cook noisily.

Chapter 533 The Philosophical Research of the Real Man

"You Lian, be gentle when stringing things together, I'll see what a good job you've done, you smashed the bread."

"Yuyuko, don't scold me while stuffing broken bread into your mouth, it hasn't been warmed yet."

"I call it avoiding waste. Besides, this cake is already cooked, so you can eat it even if it's cold. Would you like to try it?"

On the deserted mountains, the voices of girls bickering and fighting, as well as the joyous laughter of scrambling for food, echoed.

Heian-kyo, the time of the devil.

There are still people coming and going on the main road of the capital city, crowded with pedestrians wandering and street vendors shouting for business.

Officials, guards, and onmyoji patrolled around to ensure the order and safety of this large city, but thousands of people were divided into small groups and sprinkled into the crowd without even a splash. Naturally, they couldn't care about every aspect of Heianjing.

On the outskirts of Ping'an-kyo, there are shantytowns for civilians.

All kinds of sundries and garbage are scattered all over the narrow dirt road, and there is an unpleasant smell among the sewage.

The houses on both sides of the road were dilapidated and in disrepair for a long time. Many unkempt people squatted under the eaves and looked at the sky blankly.

If the area around the Imperial City of Ping'an capital is a paradise for the rich and powerful, then this is the hell where the poor and untouchables live.

Here, crimes happen all the time.

Big and small gangsters stand here, grazing the low-level livestock that have fallen here for the upper-class dignitaries, squeezing their surplus value while controlling them from running into good neighborhoods to cause trouble.

On the dilapidated, potholed road, a thin man in sackcloth walked through the shantytowns like no one else.

His name is Zhenren, he is a monster, and his place of birth is the capital of Ping'an, which has the largest population in Japan.

"This place is really as bad as ever."

"Although the environment is dirty and messy, staying here can make me feel unparalleled comfort, like soaking in a hot spring."

The real man muttered to himself, raising his handsome but terrifying face.

There are criss-cross stitches on his face, his blue middle-length hair hangs over his shoulders, and a pair of different-colored eyes reflect this messy world, which seems to have drawn people's huge hatred, jealousy and hatred.

The real person wandered around the shantytown as if nothing had happened, not attracting anyone's attention, or those people couldn't see him at all.

"No one cares about the life and death of people here."

He spread out his palms and looked at the hollow human faces made of plasticine of various colors in the palms, with a wicked smile on his face.

Although the time of birth is not very long, Zhenren now has the powerful strength of a top monster.

And all of this is mostly due to the convenience brought to him by the slums in Heianjing.

It's a pity that the stage of rapid growth in strength has passed, and Zhenren inevitably fell into a bottleneck and began to seek new breakthroughs.

"For me, this is an excellent testing ground, but the soul strength of ordinary people is too weak, and they can't bear too cool and intense attempts. So, should I get some demon masters to update Experimented?"

"Speaking of which, those pampered rich and powerful dudes are more fun, the negative emotions that erupt are more full, and the crying and begging for mercy when the body is distorted is more sincere."

"If it weren't for that guy Seimei Tsuchimikado, I really want to try how the emperor's soul feels when playing with it."

Thinking about this, Zhenren walked to the entrance of the shanty town, ready to leave this hopeless place.

At the intersection guarded by the gang members, five or six warriors with long knives at their waists walked towards them.

With their heads held high and their heads held high, the warriors stepped into slums they wouldn't normally set foot in.

The leading samurai covered his mouth and nose and frowned, as if he was not used to the stinking smell of the shanty town.

"Banteng, hurry up if you want to try the knife! I've been here for a long time, I'm afraid I won't be able to eat when I go home at night."

Immediately, one of the warriors ran out with small steps, bowed to the leader and said 'hi'.

Then, he turned around and pulled out the newly baked knife at his waist with a fierce look, and randomly picked a poor ghost squatting on the side of the road basking in the sun.

"stand up!"

Sacrifice swords with people.

In other words, it is a human test knife.

Since ancient times, it has been the tradition of the warriors of Dongying Kingdom.

Whenever they get a good knife they like from the blacksmith shop, the samurai will find someone to chop it.

One is to try to see if the knife is sharp enough, and the other is to use human blood and life to sharpen the knife.

In that ignorant feudal era, warriors of the privileged class could even kill people in the street at will.

You don't need to know the other party, and you don't need the other party to offend him. You can mercilessly hack civilians to death just by using the knife as an excuse.

Therefore, look at it with that backward concept of the times and moral concepts.

This group of samurai who came to the slums to test their knives is barely considered a villain in this era.

Because the untouchables living in the slums are not considered human beings, they can only be regarded as livestock that look like humans. How can they feel guilty about killing animals?

The samurai killed people skillfully and neatly.

With the knife in hand, a head with beard and hair whose face could not be seen fell to the ground, blood splashed all over the ground, and a life was lost.

"Good knife! Really good knife! Hahahahaha——"

The samurai who tried the sword laughed heartily, and seemed very satisfied with the feel of the new sword.