Sword Saint Priest and Lolita Priestess

"She's only 12 years old!"

"Do you think I've become a lolicon? I fell in love with a 12-year-old girl."

"...That's not certain. Don't people in your family always like younger girls?"

In the southwest corner among the excited crowd, an energetic old man was standing there meticulously in a straight white suit.

He was talking to a young man sideways.

"Xiu Ming. Did you say that the Asakura family also has hidden [Chinese] blood?"

The so-called Chinese is the collective name of all families that can pass on [Transcendence] from generation to generation.

At the same time, only the blood of the [Huazu] can obtain this appearance that is completely different from ordinary people.If we say that the appearance of ordinary people in this world is at most a little more handsome and beautiful than the world where Yu Zhongming lived, but [Huazu] has a completely different style of painting.

The young man was wearing a jacket on his upper body and washed white jeans on his lower body, and he was eating the food on the table without any image.

He stopped talking when he heard the old man's words, his eyes glanced slightly, his tone was full of disdain

"It's just a garbage bloodline that can only be awakened in the past hundred years. Why do you care so much?"

"Old man, your vision is so short-sighted. If you want to aim at the target, you must at least look at the families of the Omaka family, the Fujiwara family and the Emperor Sun Miko."

"This kind of small family in the countryside..." The young man raised his eyes, looked around, and said bluntly, "It's only people of your level who would take a serious look at it."

His tone became more and more disdainful: "I didn't say that, everyone at this reception is rubbish in my eyes. I don't even have the qualifications to take a look. That priest is interesting, but it's just a member of the Yuzhong family. My son, if you don't have enough blood, you will only have the same strength for a lifetime."

"Oh?!" The old man didn't care about his words, "Then Xiu Ming, what kind of person can you fancy?"

"Hehe..." The young man sneered: "Among the younger generation, except Yuzhong Youyue, who can make me look up to me, the others are nothing more than chickens and dogs."

"That's true, how can you say that you are also the apprentice of the president of this generation [Foreign Law Association], if you want to compare, you have to compare with people of a higher level." The old man nodded in agreement calmly: "But don't look down on you. That Priest Shimizu. As far as the old man knows, he was Yuzhong Youyue's best friend when he was young, and he was also the brother of that genius onmyoji in the Hall of Souls, Yuzhong Shiina. Some time ago, when the great spiritual disaster broke out in Qingshui Village, he did something wrong. With little merit, he has now been promoted to a full-rank priest."

The old man picked up a glass of red wine, shook it a few times, watched the clear and seductive wine reverberate in the transparent glass, took a sip, and continued: "The person in charge is the Kanda Shrine near the old man's enterprise. Such a promising current management , the old man should take good care of you."

"People who rely on joint connections don't need to pay attention." The young man stood up straight and stretched his waist: "It's boring, I'm full, so I'll go back to the guest room first. Old man Guangyan, see you tomorrow."

He turned his back to the old man, waved his hand, and muttered, "I won't be able to leave until the day after tomorrow. Even the [safety traffic] in this ghost place only runs every three days. It's really remote."

The young man walked to an unnoticed corner and hid sideways in the shadows.

"External Law? Night Walk of Hundred Ghosts"

His figure gradually faded and gradually merged with the shadow.Lightly tapped her toes a few times, and jumped up the window sill of Chaocang's bungalow, onto the roof.

No one in the courtyard noticed him, even the security experts from [Security Company] specially invited by Asakura's family could not detect his aura.

After all, he is Hideaki Hirono, the closed disciple of Naoki Araki, the president of the [Foreign Law Association], a peerless genius second only to Yuzuki Omaka in the younger generation.

This time he condescends to attend what he thinks is the banquet of the rural landlord Asakura's family, and he was entrusted by his teacher to investigate the truth about the [Great Spiritual Disaster] that happened in Qingshui Village some time ago, and the so-called swordsman of the Yuzhong family. true colors.

Some time ago, there were rumors in Tokyo that Yuzuki Omaka had discovered a kendo saint whose strength was not inferior to Qiming Minazuki, and that sage of swordsmanship was a member of the Omaka family.

Such news can be said to have detonated the strategic balance of the entire Tokyo, and the Emperor Sun Miko summoned Yuzuki Omaka and Patriarch Omaka overnight to inquire about the situation.

After that night, a series of policies in favor of the Ozhong family began to be introduced, and many people in the upper echelon could see that this was a unified consensus reached by the Ozhong family and the Emperor Sun Miko.

The upper echelons of the entire Tokyo metropolis are discussing a lot, wanting to find out who the kendo saint of the Yuzhong family is.

Hirono Hideaki's teacher, through his own unique foreign method, confirmed the place where the kendo sage might exist, that is Qingshui Village.

In Qingshui village, only the priest of Qingshui, Yu Zhongming, is a member of the Yuzhong family. Could it be that he is the sage of swordsmanship?

So in order to get the answer, Hirono Hideaki's teacher Nao Araki sent him to investigate the truth.

But as far as he observed at the banquet, although the imperial priest had an elegant and dissolute figure, he didn't have the aura of a sword master at all.

Hideaki Hirono once came into contact with Keimei Minadutsu, No.10 in Japanese Kendo 1 years ago. His awe-inspiring aura of beheading everything is still lingering in his heart even if he thinks about it 10 years later.

And Yu Zhongming gave people a more warm and jade-like feeling, somewhat similar to those onmyojis who have accomplished their cultivation.

Confused, he decided to make a small test.

Standing on the highest roof of the main building of the Asakura Manor, Hirono Hideaki looked down at the mediocre beings at his feet, feeling a sense of superiority.

He looked around the Asakura family's manor, and said in his mouth:

"External law? Hundred ghosts at night? Kiguchi..."

Before the chanting of the foreign law was finished, a great sense of fear suddenly struck.

On the second floor of the Asakura house, a figure in jet-black armor stood there.

He turned his head and glanced at Akihide Hirono, a ray of scarlet light emerged from the gap in the helmet.

That is. . .What? ?

The solid sense of terror made his thinking begin to slow down.

will die! !will die! !will die! !

The brain and body kept sending out alarms to him, and the fear imprinted in his veins as if facing a natural enemy washed over his thinking wave after wave.

"Humph!"

A double-toned cold hum suddenly exploded in his ears, as if a black long knife was approaching in front of his eyes, there was no way to avoid it, no way to escape, it went straight into his chest.

There was also endless dark and dense black water pouring in, submerging him.