Tokyo Swordmaster Online Dealer

The four spirits became one, the Vermilion Bird was startled and fled in panic, and all three parties were shocked.

In the east, on an inconspicuous rooftop of a building only seven or eight stories high, a child dressed very simply in white clothes was taking a nap with his eyes closed.

He was lying on the edge of the rooftop, and could fall down if he turned over, but he was completely unaware.

But, at a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the south.

He was just a little kid, with a childish face and not very tall, probably no more than eleven or twelve years old.

But at that moment just now, his expression was so solemn that he didn't look like a child at all.

At the same time, a small snake-like creature slipped out of his sleeve, floating in the air with its fangs and claws bared, looking towards the south with him.

Looking closely, it was not a snake.

Camel face, eagle claws, deer antlers, fish scales, and snake body.

It is covered with scales, has horns and whiskers on its head, and its five claws are twitching.

This is a dragon.

"There are orders from all directions. I see supernatural powers. Hurry up and obey the orders. Open your eyes!"

The young boy in white swung his hand and caught a yellow talisman from his sleeve. He waved his hand and a flash of fire appeared, and the yellow talisman turned into ashes.

He placed the ashes on his forehead and growled.

In an instant, the scene in the distance appeared in his mind.

He saw Suzaku fleeing in panic, and saw a young man in white holding a sword with a cold look in front of the Suzaku gate.

He took a few steps back in disbelief, and then a smile of joy quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The young boy chuckled a few times and glanced at the green pocket-sized dragon beside him, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was announcing something.

"I knew that a man like him would never be willing to die alone."

"He will definitely come back."

"The timing is pretty good."

"The cracks in the dream mirror are in danger, ghosts and gods are eyeing it covetously, monsters and ghost kings from all over the world are ready to make a move, and the extraordinary people among humans can no longer suppress their ambitions."

"Hey, this is a lot messier than before."

"But that's okay."

"The more chaos there is, the better it is for me."

"Anyway, that person and I have the same ultimate goal. Let's find a time to get in touch. It would be best if we can start a conversation. If not, don't provoke him."

"He has been accumulating resentment for thousands of years. He was a madman back then. Maybe he has no taboos now, right?"

Muttering to himself, the young man in white put the miniature green dragon back into his sleeve, jumped open the staircase door, and his figure disappeared on the rooftop.

at the same time.

In a shrine on Mount Funaoka, north of Kyoto.

What is enshrined here is not a high and mighty god, but a strange beast that looks ferocious and evil.

It looks like a turtle or a snake, with murderous intent in its eyes.

According to the constellations, the north belongs to Xuanwu, who represents weapons, so in ancient times troops usually left the city through the north gate when going to war.

According to legend, the Four Spirits of Xuanwu are in charge of the wars and conflicts among humans.

Therefore, some great generals in ancient times often came to the Xuanwu Shrine before going into battle to pray for the protection of the four spirits for invincibility.

Now, this place is deserted and few people come to worship.

However, today, there was still a figure kneeling before the statue.

He was a young man who looked less than 30 years old, with a handsome face and a serious expression. He was wearing a somewhat old-fashioned samurai outfit, and a sheathed ancient Japanese sword was placed beside him.

Just when Uesugi Kiyoshi startled Suzaku, the statue of Xuanwu in front of the young man suddenly trembled, causing him to stop worshipping and look towards the south thoughtfully.

"Suzaku was frightened and left the place where he was guarding?"

"Interesting. Are there any big monsters and demon kings invading Kyoto?"

"You're quite brave. Forget it, let's go and take a look."

Just as he was about to move, Uesugi Qing raised his eyebrows, something moved in his mind, and turned to look.

A little kitten came out of nowhere, walked lightly and gracefully to his feet, yawned, and rubbed his boots lazily. When it saw him turning his head to look at it, it purred ingratiatingly.

Uesugi Kiyoshi immediately matched the little kitten with the "Spirit of the White Tiger" that his former self left in his memory.

He half-knelt down, lifted the kitten by the back of its neck, raised it to the same level as himself, and looked into the golden eyes of the animal.

After a few seconds, he laughed out loud.

He stood up and casually threw the little kitten with black stripes on a white background and a "king" mark between its eyebrows into Xingzi's arms.

"Ah, Xingzi, don't you want to have a pet?"

"I'll leave this little kitty to you."

"It is no worse than that beautiful bird."

Chapter 293 The Fox and the General

Xingzi suddenly had a living creature stuffed into her arms, and she was so frightened that all the sleepiness she had just woken up from disappeared.

However, soon her big eyes curved into crescents, because the kitten in her arms was extremely cute in her eyes.

There is a general principle in keeping pets: the smaller the pet, the more obvious bonus it has in terms of cuteness.

The white tiger Yunling in Uesugi Kiyoshi's eyes, in Nohara Anzi's eyes, is just a palm-sized, black and white, pitiful little cat.

This little thing seemed unhappy about being tossed around, and it was baring its teeth and claws at Nohara Anko, acting unruly.

Xingzi touched its head and tried to comfort it in a soft voice, but the little thing didn't appreciate it.

It only became more obedient when Uesugi Kiyoshi glared at it coldly with his sidelong glance.

"I raised you for so long, but you were of no use to me. So much time has passed, and now you're following me again, and you're so irritable?"

"Okay, you worked hard to guard Edo Castle. In this life, just keep an eye on the people around me."

"She is Xing. If you dare to be so arrogant to her again, I will peel off your skin, break your bones, and stew you into soup!"

The thought moved the kitten, and it immediately wilted and lay in Xingzi's arms, motionless.

In Uesugi Kiyoshi's memory, there were traces of this little beast.

The Western Gengjin White Tiger is one of the four guardian spirits of the Heian-kyo defense formation. It was secretly taken out of Heian-kyo by the playboy of the Kamo family and used to attack Minamoto Kiyomasa at the time. Later, the compass it was inhabiting was stripped away by a sword, and it was captured by the Lord of the Hundred Demons and kept by his side.

Normally, the Lord of the Hundred Demons fed it with his own sword energy, and it actually became addicted to eating it. Gradually, it became the guardian beast of Edo Castle.

In the final battle, the Lord of a Hundred Demons went to die in Heian-kyō, but it could not help. Although it was unknown why it could move freely now, at that time, the spirit of the white tiger would be controlled by the formation and unable to move on its own as long as it approached Heian-kyō a little, and even attacked its owner Yuan Qingya at that time. Therefore, in the battle of Heian-kyō, the white tiger had no room to show off its power.

Yuan Qingya raises it, but in fact its ornamental function is far greater than its practical function.

Of course, the guardian spirit of Heian-kyō has magical powers only in Heian-kyō. The spirit of the white tiger that is far away from Heian-kyō, although it has not really fallen into a kitten, is not much stronger than an ordinary monster. Even if the Lord of a Hundred Demons feeds it with murderous sword energy, the effect is very general.

However, the White Tiger in the West is in charge of killing and fighting, and is also responsible for warding off evil, averting disasters, praying for good harvests, and punishing evil and promoting good. It can also be considered a rare auspicious sign.

Now that they met again, Uesugi Kiyoshi was slightly delighted, as he had raised the pet for such a long time after all. However, he had never had a nice tone towards this little animal, so he threatened it out of habit to make it more obedient.

After raising it for so many years, even a majestic "Four Gods" can become a good little kitten.

After tapping the head of the white tiger that had transformed into a kitten, Uesugi Qing moved his fingertips slightly, passing a trace of sword energy that was immediately licked clean. Then a look of satisfaction emerged on the cute cat's face, and it squinted its eyes peacefully and began to take a nap.

With a light laugh and a curse, Uesugi Kiyoshi shook his head, looked deeply at Suzakumon again, greeted everyone, turned around and walked towards the car.

Now it seems that Kyoto is not that simple.

At least, a city as big as Tokyo is not guarded by these "Four Gods".

If there are Suzaku and Baihu, there are Azure Dragon and Black Tortoise. These four gods alone are probably capable of causing a so-called "Tenshu-level" disaster in Kyoto.

This is still an understatement. If the situation is a little bigger, with the four gods gathering together with Kyoto as the center, it is not impossible to cause a national-level disaster.

The slight contempt that Uesugi Kiyoshi had felt due to his growing power disappeared completely.

No wonder Akutagawa Ryunosuke was so restrained and had to ask for help when he was beaten.

This place is really not simple!

Onmyoji, samurai, newly selected swordsmen, as well as gods, monsters, and extraordinary people, all gathered together.

The convoy started slowly again.

"That's what makes it interesting."

Uesugi Kiyoshi closed his eyes, caressed the boy Kiri Yasunaga in his arms, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

"I wonder how many of the past grudges can be settled here?"

Muttering to themselves, the convoy quietly went away.

Just two minutes later, two figures came towards them at the same time and met in front of the Suzaku Gate.

A young boy in white clothes came lazily from the east, holding his head in his hands.

A middle-aged man in samurai clothes, holding a sword in his arms and walking steadily in wooden clogs, came from the north.

The two men were about ten meters apart. After they stood still, they both turned sideways to glance at Suzaku Gate, and then looked at each other.

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"Son of the White Fox."

The young man holding the sword had a solemn look on his face, his hand already grasping the hilt of the sword in his arms, looking at the young boy in white with an extremely fearful look.

"You scared Suzaku away? Not really."

"You have no reason to do this. Even if you really wanted to do it, there's no way I would notice it."

"If it's not you, then who else could it be?"

The young man known as "Son of the White Fox" had a cynical smile on his face, and he bowed formally to the young man holding the sword.

"Hey, long time no see, General."