I really didn't get rid of the spirit in Tokyo. Text volume 163 I leaned over to offer chrysanthemums and heard Kazuo Tianto's solemn tone. The two who were originally tit-for-tat had no choice but to listen with serious expressions on their faces.

"'That lord' ordered two antiques that just came into existence last night, and asked us to get them back. The information is here, try to communicate in a gentle way, but if the other party doesn't cooperate, then... by any means."

When the man named Nakazhishuren and Uchimura Ryuo heard the words "that lord", their faces suddenly showed a frenzied expression.

The only person who can be called "that sire" by Minister Tento is the one who founded the "Oren Truth Society", let people like himself obtain miraculous things, and the dragon can't see the end.

Curious about what made the president care so much, Uchimura Ryuu couldn't wait to pick up the photo on the desktop and check it out.

An envoy like him who has only accepted a "miracle" once, belongs to the outermost part of the organization.

If he can complete the task of "that lord", he will not only be ashamed, but he may even be given stronger power.

In the two photos, there are two tachis with different shapes and the same antique.

One of the long swords has a handle and scabbard made of animal leather, and the handle looks rusty.

The other is a short and thin sword with a chrysanthemum emblem and a horizontal line. The blade seems to be cut off from the middle, and only half of the residual blade is connected to the handle.

"This incident may involve those mysterious spirit slayers, so I specially invited the tree planter who has dealt with spirit slayers here."

"Minister Tianto has been awarded."

The tree planter answered indifferently.

"Looking at how tough you were just now, I'll give you this thing as an advance reward, but don't let me down..."

Having said that, Ichiro Tento took out a thing wrapped in a talisman and threw it to Ryuu Uchimura.

"This...this is..."

Seeing the talisman paper on the outer layer, Uchimura Ryusheng had already guessed what it was, and his expression was a little complicated.

After taking it, there is only one-fifth of the survival rate of the god-given gift, and he would not dare to use it no matter how much it was given.

There is also a good God-given item in the safe of the Elysium Society, which he did not dare to use.

"You are lucky. You have recently sacrificed to get the kidney of a water tiger. For you, it is the safest choice... Remember, I have always cherished talents."

"Thank... Thank you, Minister, I will definitely not let you down!"

Hearing the name, Uchimura Ryuo heaved a sigh of relief, bowed 90 degrees in gratitude, and even his fingers didn't feel pain.

Let him take the god-given thing that also came from the water tiger, which is very compatible with him, not only has a great chance of surviving, but also enhances his "water tiger power" in an all-round way.

"As for Zhongzhi-kun's reward, when the organization gives the other parts of the 'Evil Ghost', it will be given to you as soon as possible."

The Chinese tree planter was speechless, just nodded calmly.

……

Seven days later.

In Ibaraki Prefecture, in front of a Japanese-style manor covering an area of ​​about ten acres on the outskirts of the city.

A tall, handsome young man with a ponytail stepped out of an Infiniti.

It is Abe-ji Temple.

He didn't wear sports clothes as usual, but a rather formal black kimono.

When Abe Temple respectfully walked to the gate of the manor, a loud noise came from the hidden gate.

"Sorry, my family has a funeral, please come back today."

"That matter was promised to us by Mr. Yiwen before! Besides, we are also here for the funeral today, how can we..."

Several men in black suits with bad expressions were surrounding a middle-aged man in a black kimono, talking nonsense.

"Several non-native relatives and friends are not on the invitation list for the funeral, please do not disturb yourself... Besides, my father never mentioned this to me before he died, so please come back first."

The man in the kimono looked serious and said to the men in suits without any hesitation.

"Since you are so rejecting people thousands of miles away, don't blame us..."

"Uncle Yiwen, do you need help?"

Abe Temple immediately stepped forward and asked the middle-aged man.

"It's Abe-kun who is here... I made you laugh. My father's mourning hall is inside. Please go inside first."

Seeing Abe Temple, the middle-aged man surnamed "Yiwen" bowed slightly to him with a wry smile on his face.

"That's right, this is a matter of our National Essence Association and a literati... don't mind your own business, kid."

The man in the lead walked towards Abe Temple and stared at him fiercely.

Looking at the tattoo on his forearm, Abeji frowned in disgust: "Old Mr. Yiwen's funeral is imminent. I'm afraid it's inappropriate for a few people to harass him in front of the door today... Let's go."

"Yo, you have a very arrogant tone..."

The man in the lead stretched out his hand and grabbed the collar of Abe Temple, and several other men also surrounded him, ready to use him to kill chickens and monkeys.

"Put... hand!!"

Looking at his wrinkled neckline, Abeji unceremoniously turned his left hand into a knife, hitting the man's abdomen hard.

The man who was hit by him on the weak side screamed and fell down, clutching his stomach.

Then, the men who rushed up from the back were also slashed by him with the "same hand knife" and wailed repeatedly.

"Dare to intervene in the affairs of our National Essence Council, do you dare to sign up for your name?"

The man in the lead forcefully stood up and said sternly.

"If you want an opinion, you can ask the Tsuchimikado clan in Tokyo for an explanation."

Abeji lightly adjusted his slightly wrinkled clothes and looked at him without fear.

Wearing a black kimono, he was like a peerless sword unsheathed, showing his sharp edge, causing several men to withdraw their gazes.

The Tsuchimikado clan is a family of the same clan as the Abe clan, and it is also a large consortium involving politics and all walks of life.

"Tuyumen? Well, I wrote it down... Today is the funeral of the old man. We won't bother you any more, and we will visit you another day."

Hearing the three words "Tuyumen", the man in the lead changed his face slightly, and after throwing these cruel words, he greeted his subordinates and left.

"Trouble Abe-kun."

"Where, Uncle Yiwen has a good temper."

While talking, the middle-aged man led Abe Temple towards the interior of the mansion.

In the main hall, it is decorated with black and white curtains, and a considerable number of white chrysanthemums are piled up, which looks like a mourning hall.

Several monks were chanting sutras with their eyes closed in front of the hall.

There are already many people gathered around the mourning hall, most of them are the main family of the Yiwen clan and people from the side branches.

In the center of the mourning hall, inside the coffin lay an old man ~lightnovelpub.net~ holding a short knife wrapped in white cloth with both hands.

"Grandpa Yiwen..."

Abe Temple's eyes were slightly wet, and he bowed respectfully to the coffin in the mourning hall, offered chrysanthemums, and then turned around to accept the return gift from his family.

Behind the coffin, on the huge black and white photo, is an old man with wise eyes and a thin face.

……

ten minutes later.

"I really feel guilty about the matter of Grandpa Yiwen. If [Sun and Moon] hadn't been sent for repair, maybe his old man wouldn't have worked too hard..."

In the reception room, Abe-ji knelt down on the tatami, and slowly gave a big salute to the middle-aged man opposite.

A family of characters who have been friends with Abe for generations, have always been obsessed with hand forging and disdain mechanical production, their family moved to a remote suburb of Ibaraki prefecture decades ago for the sake of cleanliness.

After the incident of Heijianmen, he entrusted the broken double sword [Sun and Moon] to the famous swordsmith family "Ichimonji" to try to repair it.

One of the most famous swordsmiths of the Ichimonji school in history is the Ichimonori school of the Kamakura period.

And Abe Temple's beloved sword [Sun and Moon] also came from the hands of the previous generation of family masters.

In order to preserve the spirituality of the dual swords [Sun and Moon] to the greatest extent, the nearly ninety-year-old Yiwen Sect patriarch Yiwen Wenwen decided to repair it himself.

Not long after that, I heard the sad news that the gentleman had passed away.

Thinking about it at Abe Temple, it must be that repairing [Sun and Moon] was too labor-intensive, and the old man died of overwork.

This made him feel extremely guilty, and he rushed over immediately.

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