Demon Hunter and His Hut

When he was in Europe before, Roger had been outside the extraordinary powers. Although he maintained a lot of freedom, he also missed some opportunities to understand the core information.

The promotion of Western transcendents is extremely slow, and Roger is obviously different from ordinary people. This avoidance also prevents Roger from revealing his identity.

However, here, the promotion of Onmyoji was extremely fast, and Roger could completely hide it, or take the opportunity to make some arrangements.

It's obviously not a wise move to fight hard right now. After thinking about it, Roger didn't say anything anymore, but retreated to Nippon Chika's side and carefully checked her injuries.

"Please lead the way." Morita said.

Jian Jiao nodded, but then he set his sights on Morita Dohiro, "Father has eliminated some of the younger generations, and the previous things will not happen again. Please rest assured, after returning this time, I hope Mr. Morita can work with peace of mind. "

Morita Dohiro's brows throbbed, and then he heard a bird cry, and in the next second a black shadow fell into his brows.

"Don't worry, it's just a little trick."

Jian Jiao smiled.

"The people at Lanying Shrine have discovered something. I did this just to protect your safety."

Jian Jiao walked forward. The gravel at the door had been cleared away when he came in. When Roger and the others came outside, they heard the sound of the axle turning in the dark.

Then a two-wheeled carriage appeared in front of everyone.

The carriage is not big, it seems that it can only accommodate three or two people, and the whole body is dyed with red lacquer.

There are no animals pulling carts. What is even more bizarre is the two wheels of the carriage. The wheels are wrapped with orange flames, and in the center of the axle is a twisted grimace.

Thick chains pierced through the mouth and eyes of that grimace, and a suppressed scream came, sounding the person shuddering.

Roger recognized this kind of thing.

Turn into the road.

It is a third-order monster.

The body shape is similar to a wheel, and this kind of thing moves extremely fast. And the grimace on the wheel can eject flames.

But this Tier 3 monster can only be reduced to a means of transportation here.

"Please get in the car."

Jian Kaku reached out his hand and the curtains separated automatically. Morita Dohiro got in first, followed by Yukko and Aoki Kazuo.

Roger and Chika Higure came last.

Nippon Chika was injured in the battle just now. Origin can only lean in Roger's arms halfway.

Roger was just about to get onto the station, but the horn behind him stopped him.

"Catch it." He tossed something casually. .

A wooden box the size of a palm.

"Giving her to eat it will help her injury."

Roger looked back.

At this time, Yata-Kakuro seemed to feel less aggressive and approachable to him.

"The sword you used to kill the crow and tengu should be heavier. The weakness of that thing is his wings. You can try it next time."

Roger took the wooden box thrown by Jian Jiao, "Thank you."

As he said, he helped Higurashi Qianxia get into the car.

The sound of the wheels turning, the screams of the wheel entering the road can be faintly heard in the ears, and Jianjiao naturally did not follow up. What is more surprising is that although the outside space does not seem to be large, the inside of the carriage is extremely spacious.

In addition to the normal seats, there are even soft couches for people to lie on their sides.

"What is this?" Xuezi saw the wooden box in Roger's hand sharply.

"The one who built the horn for me said it can heal my wounds."

"Let me see it." Morita Dohiro suddenly said.

He carefully observed the ink cartridge, and when it was opened, a strong smell of grass filled the entire carriage.

"It's Huo Ling pills."

Morita Dohiro nodded, "This is a good thing, let her eat it, it's good and harmless."

Although he is a foundry, in the process of implementing the plan, Morita Dohiro has also contacted some professionals who are proficient in pharmacology, and he can naturally tell the difference.

"What should we do next?" Xuezi asked from the side.

"Find a chance to escape?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to test the hardness of the surrounding structure.

"No need to try, silly boy."

"We have no chance."

"It was an accident to be able to escape from suspended animation before, and I will face strict guards after I go back."

"Introduction has been planted on me. The only ones who can't run away are Roger and the others."

Morita Michihiro gave a wry smile.

"Don't worry about us. When it stabilizes and understands the environment, you can find a way to leave."

"In order to protect you, I will declare that you are Xuezi's husband and Qianxia is your sister, so they shouldn't be troubled by you."

Morita Dohiro made arrangements, but at this moment, a voice came from the corner of the carriage, "Then...what about me?"

Roger turned his head and looked at Kazuo Aoki. He didn't know why. He always felt that Kazuo Aoki looked a little excited at this time.

what's the situation?

Opportunity This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Aoki and Xiong thought silently.

"Roger was arranged to be Xuezi's husband and Qianxia became his sister. Based on this line of thinking, guess whether I have a chance..."

Kazuo Aoki tried to make his breathing steady, but when he thought of that possibility, he couldn't help shaking.

"I can logically be arranged to be Qianxia's husband."

He thought happily, and even started to imagine in his mind that the fake scenes are really waiting for the scenes of getting along day and night.

"you?"

Morita Daobo was taken aback for a moment, and then he said, "You don't need to make arrangements."

He looked indifferent, "Everyone is related to each other, and each other is safer, and there won't be more of you."

"It really doesn't work, I'll just say you are the child of a friend of mine."

The expression on Aoki Kazuo's face froze, he opened his mouth and said bitterly, "Perhaps, maybe you can help me arrange to be Qianxia's...'s husband."

Speaking of the last two words, even Aoki Kazuo felt a little lack of confidence.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the people in a flustered manner. Fortunately, at this time, Qianxia Higashi was in a coma and did not hear what he said.

"Don't think too much about it, this is just an assumption of identity." He explained hurriedly.

"No one of us thinks too much." Xuezi looked dumb.

"But." Then she turned around, "This arrangement is unreasonable."

"Why?" Aoki Kazuo retorted excitedly. He had a hunch that this might be the highlight moment in his life.

Missed this time, maybe...

"Why?" Xuezi curled his lips.

"Does someone believe me if I make up a lie?"

"Look at yourself, and then at Qianxia, ​​do you think others will believe that you two are husband and wife?"

"I... I'm also a Tier 3 Onmyoji, isn't it as unbearable as you said!" Aoki and Xiong argued for reasons.

Xuezi chuckled and patted the wooden board sitting under her hips lightly.

"The two pulling carts outside are also third-order."

"This is the eternal life, and there are third-order practitioners everywhere."

Aoki Kazuo looked depressed, and after thinking about it, he could only shrink back into the corner.

"Don't worry, you will be safe."

Xuezi comforted.

"After all, no one cares about you too much."

Aoki Kazuo felt that he should say thank you, but no matter how you listened to him, he felt that instead of being comforted, his heart was even more blocked.

"That's it." Morita Dohiro concluded at last, after he saw Roger with an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, I didn't help too much, but it dragged you down instead."

"Wait for me to start casting, if I have a chance, maybe I can help you completely solve the problem with that weapon."

Morita Dohiro made a guarantee.

He sighed, "To be honest, I killed Xuezi. If I didn't want to feign death to get out, but stay there forever, then the things behind would not happen."

"No, this is not your problem." Xuezi comforted, "Even if you stay here, they will find me sooner or later."

"Is there anything we need to know about the Yata family?" Roger asked.

"Among the four great sword houses, the Yata family has the shortest inheritance time and can have such a large influence. It is the master of Yata swordsman, that is, the father of Yata Kenko."

"Sword Master, that's the end point how many samurai longed for all their lives."

"That man's strength is recognized by everyone, but it is a pity that no matter how powerful a person is, he can't escape the erosion of time and the ravages of years."

"Maybe it is precisely for this reason that he started to advocate exploring ways to extend life, or be radical and go further, so that he can live forever in a special way."

"Yata Jiankou is recognized as a swordsman genius, but compared to his father, he is Haoyue and Xingchen. You must know that 100 years ago, there were only three strongest sword houses in the world."

"It was the rise of the Yata Jackdaw, which increased to the fourth seat."

Morita Dohiro smiled, "I'm not afraid of your jokes. When I was young, I grew up listening to the story of the Yata Jackdaw."

"Hey, that's a living legend."

With a long sigh, Morita Morita said with a sigh, but he quickly returned to normal, and then continued: "I guess there must be a big change in the whole plan."

"In the beginning, even though it was a Trinity, the main focus was on the soul of the practitioners. In front of them, they urgently need an extraordinary caster. Does this mean that the focus of work has shifted?"

"Moved to casting technique and passed on to the guardian spirit?"

Morita Dohir was thoughtful.

"As far as I know, in the process of the rise of the Yata family, many genres, large and small, have been annexed, and countless ways of inheritance of genres have been collected.

"Many of these are only below Tier 3, which cuts off the important core part of the inheritance of the guardian spirit, but there are also some that can gather guardian spirits step by step, and even cultivate to Tier 4."

Hearing Roger's expression moved here, "Are you saying that there are many genres of swordsmanship inheritance in the Yata Family?"

Morita Dohiro nodded, "I am afraid that no one knows the exact number except the core members, but there are at least hundreds of rough guesses."

This is really an unexpected surprise.

Roger hid the expression on his face, thinking silently in his heart.

If he can obtain the inherited swordsmanship collected by the Yata family, Roger believes that he will be able to quickly advance the fusion of sword seals.

"Can you touch these things?"

Roger asked tentatively.

"How is it possible?" Morita Dohiro shook his head with a weird look. He took a look at Roger, "Aren't you interested in these things?"

"Although the inheritance of the Yata family has been circulating in the outside world is very strong, but for each genre, the cohesion of the guardian spirit is the most important information."

"Furthermore, in these three links, the issue of guarding the spirit has always been the sole responsibility of Jianjiao's father, and outsiders have no chance to intervene."

"I heard that he has a dedicated team that has been collecting powerful genres of secret methods for his research and analysis. As for the true and false, I don't know."

Although Morita Dohiro said so, Roger can basically infer that his judgment is correct.

Guardian spirit, the soul and container of the practitioner himself.

The three are indispensable.

As Morita Dohiro said, it is very likely that one of the problems has been solved now, so the remaining two are the key.

Roger couldn't help thinking.

Hundreds of years of inheritance, fighting and collecting everywhere, even if there is no so-called secret team, the genre cheats in the hands of the Yata family must be a huge number!

To get it, we must find a way to get it!

Roger thought about it in his heart.

He has a hunch that if he can absorb the experience of these genres, then his sword print deduction will definitely be taken to a new level!

Higurashi Chika was still asleep, but the complexion on her face was obviously better. The carriage quickly fell into silence. Everyone was in no mood to talk, only the sound from under the car and the screams of the wheel.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly there was the sound of building a corner outside.

"Everyone, here we are."

Roger walked out first, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a piece of whiteness.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the dark night enveloped the moon deeply, leaving only a faint mark around it.

The bright moonlight swayed down, Roger let out a sigh, the cold wind was bitter, and the moonlight sprinkled the white snow with a layer of blue gauze.

Although it is cold, it seems to have a feeling of paradise.

"Very beautiful view." Roger exclaimed.

"I've been waiting for a long time, I hope you can still say that." Yata Tsukaku's voice heard around him, and he was obviously not so cold with the so-called scenery.

After getting off the car, Morita Dohiro's face became more ugly, and a voice rang from Roger's ear, "This is the core of the Yata family."

"Shanchuan."

He knew that the probability of escaping in such a place was almost zero.

"Let's go, the night is still long, there are many things to be arranged."

Everyone is at the mountainside of a snow-capped mountain at this time. Looking down from here, you can vaguely see a city in the distance, and up, there are steps paved with black stones.

The black steps are in sharp contrast with the snow-white snow. If you look at it from a high altitude, it looks like a black dragon winding up the snow-capped mountains.

It is impossible to go up the mountain at this time. Yata Jianjiao led everyone to a other courtyard on the mountainside. When approaching the courtyard, Roger noticed the mural on the courtyard wall.

As they approached, the people in the mural turned sideways one after another. There were weird figures with heads as big as a battle but with extremely thin bodies, and monsters with tiger-shaped skin but wrinkled skin and dripping water stains.

Even when opening the door, a huge eyeball appeared on the door.

The bricks on the ground, the trees next to him, the walls of the courtyard, everything you see with your eyes are so abnormal.

It seems that this place is not the so-called Jianlu at all, UU reading www.uukanshu.com is more like a special showroom.

"right here."

Standing in front of a door of a room, Yata Jianjiao looked at Roger and Xuezi, "This is the room for the two of you, let's go in."

Roger was taken aback for a moment. They communicated privately through spiritual power. Could it be eavesdropped?

Before he could ask, he heard Yata Kensaku continue to say: "I don't need me to remind you, right?"

"There are countless pairs of eyes staring around the yard. If you like to be watched while doing certain things, please feel free."

"Of course, it's normal to do anything between husband and wife."

He had a weird smile.

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