Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 15491521. Meet

"It seems that as the acting city lord, you are finally busy?" Tsukahara Fu Chuan teased without malicious intentions.

He turned his head back to ask Lan Eun.

"Do you need to stop temporarily? Do you need to practice martial arts for a while?"

"That's not necessary." Lan En's movements kept, and the wooden big sword still left a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

And now, he can even speak steadily while exerting the [Cancer Heart].

"What should be arranged has been arranged. If this can go wrong, I will look up to the senior officials in Lushan City."

After all, it is an extraordinary skill to make him feel beyond control.

Fu Chuan Tsukahara looked down at his current posture, with a strong old man holding an eagle on his shoulder, holding a sword with one hand and a sharp breath.

There is also the lonely atmosphere in the dojo, which is soaked in the cold morning sun.

"It seems you want to use the old man as a foil for the market?"

The old warrior snorted coldly, but did not move.

Tsukahara Fukuru not only has outstanding swordsmanship, but his experience and background also makes him not far from the Kyoto court.

He even once went to Luo and became the swordsman of the current shogun.

If he doesn't understand the official articles, he is just joking.

But because he understands, he is even less optimistic about Lan En's current situation in the official position.

The Onmyoji, who was a sensible person who called himself Abe Harumaki, talked about the general situation here when he persuaded him to come to Lushan Castle.

The [Mino Viper] who is below Saito Dao Sanna went out of the city urgently, as if it was about to cause trouble again in Mino. No one had heard of the remaining city lord before.

No prestige, no foundation, no background.

There is nothing, just expecting to be able to control the city with just a letter of appointment?

Not to mention that Saito Dozomi has an incorrect standing and unstable foundation in Mino, even the most upright and stable emperor in the entire Japanese world!

Can he really appoint and remove the local name by sending a letter of appointment?

Although this idea may be a bit disrespectful, if the Emperor really could do this, how could the troubled times of the Warring States Period come from?

But the reality is that the emperor and the ministers are still hungry in the palace now.

Even the Ashikaga family, the shogunate general, had to borrow money frequently to maintain decentness.

Tsukahara Fu Chuan complained in his heart.

If it weren't for the great reputation of the "shogunteer general" that was taught, the Ashikaga family wouldn't have invited him to teach swordsmanship.

With his skill, even if he pays for his own support, he will continue to teach him. But if it is not satisfactory, it has to be done business.

And just as the [Sword Saint] complained, a group of people rushed in outside the gate of the dojo.

Their straw sandals rustled the pebbles in the courtyard.

Twelve officials wearing straight clothes and black hats crossed the small bridge over the small pond and squeezed under the wooden steps of the vestibule of the dojo.

They were shaken, their eyes were dazed, and they couldn't control themselves.

But Fujiro, who was still dressed in a businessman's dress, had a bright yellow jacket on the outside, stood in front of the group with his head held high and his chest held high.

He had a smile on his face and rubbed his nose with pride.

"hey-hey!"

Two days ago, after Fujiro's visit, he turned around and said that he was Aichi Konoyama, who was "the grass mustard from the countryside and the untouchables". At this time, sweat was seeping out of his palms, soaking the bat fan in his hand.

The sweat on the neck and the family lines on the neckline [water-colored Platycodon] were also wet.

The group stood upright and sat down on the pebbles under the wooden steps with a serious expression.

Logically speaking, even if Saito Daosan met their joint visit, he had to clean up the most serious room and put on the most regular hospitality in the Tianshou Pavilion to be considered polite.

But since yesterday.

The merchant in front of him, who didn't even have a serious surname, said to them in a tone of announcing his decision, "Tomorrow morning, I will go to the temple to visit His Royal Highness the City Lord."

None of them thought there was anything wrong with the twelve officials in Lushan City’s management.

At that time, no one of them was still rational and sober, thinking about what arrangement was in the temple and where the spacious place came from for them to kneel down and bow down to the reception.

Until now, when they came to the temple, they only dared to kneel down the steps of the temple, kneel on the uneven pebbles, and did not dare to touch the flat wooden stairs upwards.

The feeling from the knees was very bad.

But they couldn't feel it at this time.

Intricate interests and personal connections are of course a very useful network of relationships, a very powerful and hidden shelter.

Even Saito Dozo, who has been in Mion for many years, can only see a vague corner of this kind of relationship network.

I can't even see clearly, let alone put pressure, dismantle, or target.

Even the officials and nobles in these networks cannot see the entire network clearly.

Because these are all the relationships and connections accumulated by great families in the past few generations, even when the family was born.

Generations of intermarriage and exchange of interests.

This is the way of survival and survival instinct of the entire aristocratic class. Even individuals belonging to this class are so small that they are not worth mentioning.

It is precisely because no one can see this net clearly, and even the weaver cannot see clearly, so it cannot be dealt with. But since yesterday, these nobles who formed a network of relationships but couldn't even see the full picture of this network clearly felt the ripples on this network!

But the source of the ripples was just holding a piece of paper on the street, following the map like a manual, looking for the funny traveling Fujiro, who was under the city lord of Dai? !

Since birth, the great families have enjoyed the care brought by this hidden and profound net.

Therefore, when the entire net was pulled out and was played with by people just like fishing catches on the stalls, the horror of these people also penetrated into the bones!

The nobles who first discovered this were once furious and wanted to kill Fujiro, who was like shopping and selected goods, and got the terrifying note in his hand.

But then, he discovered that the network of relationships that once made him feel like a fish in water was coming from all directions, making him unable to move.

The subordinates, colleagues, bosses, in-laws, friends, and distant families in the family. He usually doesn't even realize the relationships that he exists, and at this time he is overwhelmed.

So the person who formed the Internet has now become the one who waited for death in the Internet.

Aizhi Guangan was hanging his noble head at this time.

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Later, he judged the situation and turned to the Saito family usurped by the Saito Domain. But this was at least surrendering to the famous family of the Saito family, which was equally noble.

His adopted son, also his nephew, Akichi Mitsuhide, was still serving as the general under the command of the three masters of Saito Do.

But now, he didn't even dare to look up at the mud-legged merchant!

I could only glance carefully with my light.

Not to mention the owner of this businessman, the acting city lord who was waving his knife in an orderly manner on the wooden floor of the dojo.

Akechi Guangan almost broke the bones of the bat fan in it!

But he didn't dare to shake the slightest look of kneeling on the pebbles.

But then

"Sher!"

The sound of breaking through the air, so sharp that even a few people could wield a true sword, sounded again!

The breathing frequency of [Cancer Heart] is too accurate and compact, and is confused and hidden by the sound of swinging the knife.

But a shrill and thin blood line was thrown out from the dojo along the track of the wooden big sword dancing.

"Twitter!"

A sparrow flying into the dojo was chopped to the ground with only a last cry of sorrow.

The shrill bloodline was thrown to the straight clothes of the twelve officials kneeling in a row.

The snow-white and hard clothing fabric is like a painting board, setting the blood on it.

At the same time, it also makes people sincerely wonder, how could a mere sparrow be brought out so much blood by a knife?

What's even more incredible is that the sparrow is still not dead! Still twitching on the wooden floor!

This person is not! How far has His Highness Dai City Lord’s swordsman reached? !

The pine sparrow eagle on the shoulder of Tsukahara, whose sharp eagle eyes were not attracted by the blood food on the ground, but were just looking vigilantly at the wooden wood that almost drained the blood of a sparrow's body just now. Big Tai Knife.

It was raised by Tsukahara Kuma for a long time, so even its feathers were stained with sword energy.

Lan En's sword just now stimulated it to squeak in his throat.

"Mr. Aizhi Guang'an?"

And amid the roaring eagle's cry, Lan En's calm voice was not at all confused.

"I am here! Your Highness, the city lord!"

Without caring about the blood marks on his straight clothes and the pebbles on the ground, Aizhi Guangan immediately bent down to bow.

Although he was pretending to be a wise family, he was at least considered a peaceful and calm expression, and he deserved the reputation of a wise family.

"You were scolding Fujiro in your heart just now, right?"

Lan En said in a tone of inattention and stating the facts.

Mingzhi Guangan, who bent down to bow, trembled, and the eleven people next to him gritted their teeth at the same time.

"Ah haha! No, Your Highness." Fujiro, who was standing next to them, smiled in a heroic voice, "I was born in poverty, and I was born like Lord Akichi, and I could say it in my heart. Normal. Right, Lord Zhizhi?”

Fujiro's voice was as friendly as ever.

Those who don’t know would think he and Akechi Guangan were old friends for many years.

"Of course, I don't want to make a false charge based on what others think."

Lan Eun continued before Aizhi Guangan himself refuted.

"But you scolded him three times at home, right?"

“Yes, yes”

"Then you will be fined for one year. Do you have any objections, Lord Mingzhi?"

"I'm here! I'm here grateful!"

"Okay." The steady sound of breaking through the air in the dojo finally stopped for a while, a wooden knife was thrown out and rolled onto the steps in front of Aizhi Guangan.

"Please make a mistake about this sparrow, Lord Aizhi."

Akechi Guangan buried his head deeply again: "Yes!"