I really didn't get rid of the spirit in Tokyo. Text volume 164 Juyi text Nozong "Abe-kun, don't blame yourself... [Sun and Moon] has been restored as early as a week ago, but its spirituality has been damaged, and it will take time to cultivate it. …”

Having said that, the middle-aged man in front of him, the current head of the Ichimon family, Yumaru Ichimon, pushed a wooden sword box in front of Abe Temple.

Abe Temple opened the wooden box, and inside was his beloved sword [Sun and Moon] that he had not seen for many days.

"Zheng..."

Sensing his spiritual power, the [Sun and Moon] in the box sent out an intimate sword cry.

"My father's sudden death was not caused by repairing [Sun and Moon], but because of another hidden situation."

Abe-ji closed the wooden box, put it aside, and continued to listen to Yumaru Ichimona's remarks.

"Another secret"

"When repairing the ancestral house a few days ago, a broken knife was found inside the broken beam... My father thought hard day and night to find a way to repair it, but he didn't think that something strange seemed to be found one day, and he was too excited. I can't stand the excitement, and it's just like this..."

"Remnant knife? What is it that makes the old man so troublesome?"

Abeji asked curiously.

When he was young, he would occasionally follow his elders to visit Yiwen's home, so he was very clear about Yiwen's gentle and calm personality.

"That stubborn sword... is the chrysanthemum Ichimonori who has been lost for hundreds of years."

Ichimon Yumaru lowered her voice and whispered.

"What... Chrysanthemum Ichimonizong?"

As quiet as Abe Temple, when I heard this name, my pupils shook.

Kikuichimon Norimune was a great sword forged by Emperor Toba during the Kamakura period, entrusted by the famous swordsman Ichimonori Norimune.

The blade of this tachi is engraved with the family emblem of the sixteen-petal chrysanthemum representing the royal family near the handle, and a horizontal line is engraved on the bottom. It is a thin-blade sword and is not suitable for actual combat.

After Emperor Toba, its most famous holder is said to be the genius swordsman Okita Soji of the Shinsengumi in the late Shogunate of Japan.

Therefore, this knife is also the most famous work in the history of the one-word swordsmith school, and it is no exaggeration to call it the treasure of the town.

"If you can find this thing that has been lost for many years, I must be able to smile Jiuquan."

Abe Temple comforted.

"We thought the same thing. In view of the fact that Ju Yiwen Zezong was too old, the broken part and the scabbard were missing, and even the father could not be repaired, the family decided to use it as a funeral for his father."

Ichimonji Yumaru sighed lightly.

Funeral?

Abe Temple remembered the sword that the old man was holding inside the coffin.

Presumably that is the chrysanthemum Ichimonori.

"On the contrary, the few people just now, I don't know where they got the news, they said that they had come to my father a few days ago to ask for a chrysanthemum, and said that my father promised to consider it."

"How could it be possible... These violent groups, full of nonsense, how could the one-word old man agree to such a thing."

Abeji said angrily.

How could the Ichimon family agree to sell the chrysanthemum Ichimonori, who represents the family's glory.

"I think so too, but they are stalking..."

"Uncle Yiwen, don't worry, I will arrange for someone to come and handle this when I go back."

"Then I'm welcome, please worry."

Ichimon Yumaru nodded slightly.

His father had just passed away, and there were many things in the clan, and he was not in the mood to entangle with the Jidao organization.

"Since that's the case...I won't bother you any more, and I also ask Uncle Yiwen to express my condolences."

Abe Temple carried the sword box on his back and got up to leave.

"Don't worry about it, I'll ask you to come over for tea after this matter is over."

Ichimon Yumaru got up and sent him out.

Just as the two of them walked to the gate, there was an uproar from the crowd and women's horrified cries from the direction of the mourning hall.

"Om..."

Inside the wooden box on the back of Abe Temple, the two swords [Sun and Moon] continued to screech like crazy.

"not good……"

He naturally knew what this meant, and rushed to the mourning hall with Yumaru Ichimon.

In front of the mourning hall, the condolence guests and monks who were chanting sutras, who were kneeling around, ran towards the outside of the mansion in horror.

Only a few people from the original family were left, still timidly surrounding the mourning hall.

"What was the noise before the mourning hall?"

Pushing aside the crowd, Abe Temple and Ichimon Yumaru saw a scene that made them split.

In the mourning hall, the gentleman, who was lying peacefully in the coffin, is now standing tremblingly in the center of the hall for some reason!

His eyes turned white, his face was expressionless, and his body was a little stiff as he walked step by step.

The originally thin body, for some reason, has become even more scrawny and withered.

"Father……"

A beautiful middle-aged woman with tears in her eyes and emotionally stepped forward to support the old man.

"Leave quickly, that's not the old man anymore..."

Abe Temple immediately loudly discouraged.

When he just knelt down and worshipped, he had used his inspiration to check it. There was no spiritual body in the mourning hall, and the old man's soul had already rested in peace.

With the [Sun and Moon] in the sword box on his back, his cry became more intense.

His eyes stayed on the old man's hands.

In the old man's hand, he held a slender, thin, 30-centimeter-long residual knife, which could be seen to be broken from the middle by force.

Intense resentment, like fire, was surrounding the residual knife.

"How can it be... I didn't feel any resentment just now... There is something wrong with that knife, and it all spreads out!"

Abe Temple roared loudly ~lightnovelpub.net~ The legendary chrysanthemum character Nozong has turned into a grudge.

At the same time, Wenren Wenren, who was originally moving slowly, raised his sword-holding hand slightly, twisted his joints, and made a gesture like stabbing and slashing...

Moved.

A strange red light flashed across.

Before Abe Temple had time to see it clearly, I saw the red light coming in and out quickly.

The young woman closest to the old man, plump buttocks, burst into a huge blood mist, and fell silently to the ground.

As if guided by some invisible suction, fresh blood spewed out from somewhere in her delicate lower body...

The blood seemed to have life, and flew in the air to the residual knife, slowly solidifying into a blood crystal-like thing, lingering around the broken blade and slowly extending upwards.

"elder sister!"

The blood stained the mourning hall, and Yumaru Yiji exclaimed that he was about to rush forward to check the situation of the other party.

"You step back first... This is not something you can handle anymore, leave it to me, I will protect the old man decently..."

One stopped Yumaru Ichimon, and Abeji took out the [Sun and Moon] swords from the wooden box and held them in front of him, watching the old man in the center of the mourning hall vigilantly.

"please……"

Ichimon Yumaru woke up, held back the tears in his eyes, and stepped back decisively.

As the generational allies of the Abe family, although there is no bloodline that can give birth to inspiration, their knowledge of supernatural beings far exceeds that of ordinary people.

Like a zombie, the old man Yimon moved his steps stiffly and walked towards Abe Temple.

The incomplete "Chrysanthemum Ichimonori Sect" in his hand once again waved towards Abe Temple with a red glow in that twisted posture.

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