Chapter 124 Line

A calm voice and tone, rising flames and long winds, and sword qi tearing traces into the ground.

This was an undisguised threat of force.

And the flames rising behind him were enough to prove that the speaker had such strength.

If it weren't for special circumstances, no one would want to rush forward.

However, the shrine that was currently burning had a completely different meaning for the entire Sakura Island. Moreover, it was almost like a live broadcast. Even if it had been interrupted and the public couldn't see it, their superiors could definitely see it clearly. If they stopped here and didn't move after being threatened like this, they would lose all face. If they didn't do anything, the Onmyōryō wouldn't need to continue to exist.

The onmyōji of the Sakura Island Onmyōryō only hesitated for a moment before charging forward with a stiff upper lip.

"Don't say you weren't warned..."

Wei Yuan muttered to himself silently, holding a wooden sword in one hand, the blade touching the ground, his movements frozen.

A Xuan watched this scene nervously.

Then,

he 'saw' strands of blue wind lines, starting from the blade of the wooden sword, began to spin and entangle rapidly, eventually encompassing the entire sword. However, ordinary eyes could not see such a strange phenomenon. Monks who had already cultivated martial arts and martial arts hall cultivators rushed up, wearing modern metal protective gear on their bodies and arms.

Their goal was to restrain Wei Yuan.

To create an opportunity for the onmyōji to cast onmyōdō spells.

One used sumo techniques to hug him around the waist, while the other two targeted Wei Yuan's arms.

But in just an instant of contact, before these monks and cultivators could even react, their bodies were instantly twisted and broken, and then thrown backward. Only at this time did the civilians who were watching from afar let out panicked screams and flee in all directions.

A Xuan's eyes widened.

He couldn't see it at all, that kind of movement...

Was it martial arts combat?

Seeing the casualties of their companions, the first emotion that arose in the hearts of those who attacked was anger. In this instant, the masked young man faced more than seven opponents at the same time, but similarly, before they could get within three steps of Wei Yuan, their arms were broken or their legs and feet were twisted.

In the end, they were all forcibly knocked back to the ground in a semicircular arc with Wei Yuan as the center, and their landing points were almost in a straight line.

They clutched their wounds and couldn't help but howl in pain.

The battle skills of Qi are no match for the armored soldiers of Wei.

The armored soldiers of Wei are no match for the elite soldiers of Qin.

This was the pinnacle of cold weapon combat that had evolved during the five hundred years of chaotic warfare in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods.

A Xuan watched in a daze.

Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slashed horizontally with his right hand holding the sword. Sword qi and airflow escaped from the blade, then spread out and turned into a white sword wind, which slashed across with unparalleled precision. The roar of the sword qi suppressed all other sounds, and the previous screams came to an abrupt halt.

In the silence, there was a muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Next to the ravine that had been slashed on the ground with sword qi earlier, there was another trace.

But this time it was a splatter of blood.

The smell of blood instantly became strong, even more terrifying than the screams just now. This proved the truth of the other party's words. The onmyōji, who had been overwhelmed by anger and had acted recklessly because they had the advantage in numbers, turned pale and stopped their steps. A large group of them stood on the left side of this line, while there was only one person on the right side.

Fine.

The blade of the wooden sword lightly touched the ground.

Wei Yuan's expression was indifferent.

Those who cross this line.

Will be cut down.

………………………

In the raging flames, memorial tablets were completely burned to ashes. The core of the souls hidden in these tablets was also completely annihilated. The more turbulent the flames, the more rapid and high-pitched the melody.

This behavior, of course, attracted all the remaining souls in this shrine, as well as those Shinto priests who were risking their lives to repair it. To be honest, this place was quite large, and the number of ghosts was more than the soldier soul had expected.

To be precise, it was a lot more.

The Qi Family Saber pierced through the enemy's abdomen.

This time, when it was pulled out, the soldier soul felt a clear sensation of pulling flesh and blood. The blood fell on the ground and was burned by the fire, and the firelight was too bright.

The blood actually looked black.

The soldier soul felt tired at this moment, and he accidentally gained a few more wounds on his body. The melody of the Seven Maidens' Obsession, transformed from the red embroidered shoes, paused slightly. The soldier soul casually used the Qi Family Saber in his hand to cut off a few heads, waved his hand behind his back to the embroidered shoes, and smiled honestly: "You don't have to worry about me."

"These things are not my match."

"Just keep singing, I was just a common soldier back then, and I couldn't listen to such music."

The melody became more rapid.

And the surrounding souls emerged and then rushed towards him.

The soldier soul exhaled slightly and put all his heart into his moves. This kind of life-or-death fight was actually a bit familiar to him. He closed his eyes, and in his dream he would always return to his youth, when he was almost vomited out by the Mandarin Duck Formation training. But in the end, only that short memory was the most profound.

The war blade in his hand slashed horizontally, directly tearing out a cold light. He guarded his position and killed several remnant souls in one breath, smiling honestly: "Although there is no Mandarin Duck Formation, do you think we can form a formation every time after hundreds of battles?"

He stepped forward, and the Qi Family Saber in his hand cut off a Japanese sword again.

Then he beheaded.

He stepped forward step by step, his voice murmured as if he was talking to himself.

Gradually becoming calm and indifferent:

"In a village of ten households, there must be loyal and trustworthy people. How can the entire Zhejiang province lack talented and brave people?"

"The army was formed in the thirty-eighth year of Jiajing, and the general died in the eleventh year of Wanli, in twenty-four years."

"Four thousand Qi Family soldiers."

"More than one hundred and fifty thousand enemy heads were cut off."

He raised his hand and slashed horizontally, the Qi Family Saber directly sealed the throat.

In his honest eyebrows and eyes, there was no ripple.

Behind him, the red clothes danced fiercely, and in front of him, the Zhejiang soldiers' blades shone brightly.

"Qi Family Army School Lieutenant, his name is not worth mentioning. He first followed General Qi, fought in the north and south, defended against the Japanese in the south, and defended against the barbarians in the north; later he followed Wu Weizhong, and there were one hundred and thirty-seven Japanese pirate heads piled up in his military tent. In the twenty-first year of Wanli, the Japanese chief Toyotomi Hideyoshi attacked Goryeo, and he risked his life to be the first to ascend, first ascended Pyongyang, and killed three enemy generals."

His voice gradually became impassioned.

The Qi Family Saber in his hand pointed forward, and the remaining power of the Huai River God system on his body was passively stimulated due to the fit, surrounding him. In the thirty-eighth year of Jiajing, he was eighteen years old, and when he died in battle, he was already fifty-two years old, but now he still looked like the most valiant he had been in his youth.

In his old age, he did not know he was old.

"Many of you are old acquaintances. I chopped off your dog heads back then."

The expression on his face gradually became unrestrained, and he finally shed his honesty and laughed loudly.

He said fiercely:

"Today, I'll chop them off again!"

"It's so refreshing!"

……………………

A song of entering the battle.

It began with the pipa, and ended with the bright sound of the zheng. The fiercely dancing red clothes stopped moving. In just a short time, the wooden sword in Wei Yuan's hand was held diagonally, and blood slowly dripped down the blade and onto the ground.

There were already more corpses on that line.

Several onmyōji were riding on the backs of shikigami, trying to fly over from a high altitude. The sound of a helicopter rang out. Wei Yuan's expression did not change, and his five fingers clenched slightly. A gust of wind swept upward, mixed with thunder, directly destroying the electronic components inside the helicopter.

Causing this modern equipment, which could be said to be pure money, to spin and fall.

The onmyōji on the shikigami turned pale, unable to fly over the line.

Sword qi tore over like a storm. In the screams of the shikigami, those onmyōji also fell down. Wei Yuan easily killed those monsters called shikigami, but were actually demons and ghosts, his sleeves stained with blood, his eyes indifferent.

At this time, the basic goal of buying time had also been achieved.

A large-scale onmyōdō spell cast by more than a dozen people together transformed into a magical form resembling a dragon.

It roared and pounced on Wei Yuan's back.

A Xuan exclaimed and wanted to step forward to help, but he couldn't get close to Wei Yuan and could only worry anxiously. This was a great divine power that purely manipulated yin and yang and evolved the five elements. In the joyful eyes of the onmyōji, some onmyōji issued a death order, and two shikigami attacked Wei Yuan like madmen. Wei Yuan slashed horizontally with his right-hand sword.

It was clearly a wooden sword, but it made a low roar.

The heads of two ghosts with horns were cut off.

At this time, the dragon, purely gathered from azure blue light, whose head alone was almost three meters high, stretched its body and almost completely enveloped Wei Yuan, its low-pitched chanting shaking people's hearts and souls.

Wei Yuan only pointed backward with his fingers, landing precisely on the dragon's brow.

In an instant, the dragon's roar came to an abrupt halt.

Then, bit by bit, it shattered into nothingness, and the blue starlight was brilliant and desperate, slowly collapsing. Wei Yuan turned his head, and the two shikigami behind him fell backward, silent.

Seventy-two Earthly Fiends —

Banning Qi.

How could it be called a true dharma, let alone a divine power, if it was just a accumulation of pure mana?

In the extremely suppressed atmosphere, the last trace of the melody also dissipated. The landscape of Jiangnan's misty rain, which had originally stood above the shrine, also slowly disappeared. Wei Yuan raised his eyes slightly, and the onmyōryō cultivators behind the line felt their hands and feet go cold.

The wooden sword touched the ground and slowly crossed the line, he said plainly:

"Those who cross this line."

"Die."

Then he gave A Xuan a look, turned around with his sword, and walked slowly towards the interior of the shrine. The onmyōji of the Onmyōryō previously thought this was just bait and a trap, and did not dare to move for a long time. Until they saw that the man had already gone far away, and was still just a back view, an onmyōji's expression changed slightly.

He gritted his teeth, held an yin-yang talisman, and stepped over this line.

A sound of a sword cry, as if from between heaven and earth.

Everyone felt their hair stand on end.

In an instant, sword qi soared into the sky, and the onmyōji who dared to step over this line fell directly backward, covered in blood, and spread another layer of brilliant blood on the back. Everyone was terrified and did not dare to move forward for a while.

They could only watch the figure walk into it.

……………………

When Wei Yuan found the soldier soul and the red embroidered shoes, the situation of the two was not too good.

With a sword qi sweeping across, he directly shattered the last remnant souls that still wanted to besiege the two. The Qi Family Army soldier soul rarely had that kind of high-spirited, hearty feeling. He held the broken sword in his hand, which had now completely transformed into a Qi Family Saber, cupped his hands and bowed, and smiled honestly:

"Fortunately, I have not failed my mission."

Wei Yuan swept over the fallen corpses around him, stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, and then took out the things Zhang Ruosu had prepared for him, which was a jade book. Wei Yuan pointed his finger, mobilized his mana to transform into sword qi, accompanied by the roar of sword qi, a gust of wind rose sharply, sweeping the sword qi like frost, and overflowing from Wei Yuan's body.

There was still the most important thing to do.

……………………

It wasn't until more than an hour later.

The onmyōji finally crossed that line under various pressures.

The person in charge of the Tokyo Onmyōryō and the person in charge of the shrine also came.

It was not correct to say that they crossed the line. In fact, it was because the Earthly Fiend's technique of spitting flames had drained the fire qi from this sky, and it naturally dissipated, so they all left here.

It could be said that they did not cross this line in the end, but bypassed it and entered the shrine from the other three directions.

They hurried, and after walking into the shrine, they ignored the main hall where the gods were enshrined.

They didn't even take a look at the worship hall where ordinary people worshiped.

They went straight to the forbidden area, where even the people of Sakura Island were not allowed to step, the Spirit Tablet Hall where many important tablets were enshrined. The new person in charge of the shrine was an old man who babbled endlessly, "Do you know how important this place is? I must sue you for dereliction of duty!"

They hurriedly pushed open the door and rushed into the hall, only taking a quick glance.

And then they completely lost the ability to speak.

The corpses were lying all over the ground, and those books and tablets that had been preciously protected were piled together and burned by the flames into ashes, forming a black ruin, but what made everyone lose their minds was not this. This was the Spirit Tablet Hall, the most honorable place in the entire shrine.

And on the wall in this hall.

It had lost its original decoration and had been burned black by the flames.

The names were carved on it one by one.

Liu Ershun, Wang Jinyu, Wang Manshan.

Hao Yuming, Hu Yuankui, Han Jinling.

Sun Mingwu, Teng Jiushou, Liu Sanchun…

Dense and meticulous, each stroke was carved by sword qi, hundreds and thousands, densely covering this place, silently, but there was a solemn and condensed aura, just overlooking these people, just overlooking those war criminals who had turned to ashes, making it difficult for people to breathe and unable to speak.

The old priest's hands trembled, and he roared, "What is this, what is this?!"

He stretched out his hand to break this place, but before he could get close, the wall emitted a powerful sword qi, almost tearing him to pieces. The old man's face was pale, and he retreated blankly. He roared, "This is the sacred place of Sakura Island, you have pushed this down!"

But no one could push this down.

No one had the courage to personally push down this Spirit Tablet Hall. Then they realized a rather cruel problem and choice, that is, whether to repair this Yasukuni Shrine again. If it was not repaired, then with the bad influence of this matter, Sakura Island would almost become a joke.

And if it was repaired.

If it was repaired…

Wouldn't that mean that this place for worshiping heroic souls would be suppressed by this stone tablet full of names?

Then, what was being worshiped?

……………………

A Xuan understood Wei Yuan's look, and quietly left there by relying on magic, and then circled a large circle, and saw Wei Yuan on a low mountain. Wei Yuan took off the mask stained with blood sacrifices, and carried a gourd of wine brought back from Shenzhou, and walked forward slowly.

The Qi Family Army's military soul, and the chignon-wearing boy transformed from red embroidered shoes followed Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan was carrying a wooden sword, he was injured, but he didn't seem to care.

A Xuan hurriedly chased up, panting quickly, he sighed, cast a spell to heal Wei Yuan's shoulder and arm injuries, while healing, he quietly said: "Wei Guanzhu, is the matter settled?" (Guanzhu: master of a Taoist temple)

"When the matter here is settled, let's go to Kyoto."

The young Taoist priest saw that Wei Guanzhu, who was clearly gentle and polite, seemed a little surprised.

Then he smiled and replied:

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Ah?!"

"The Ullambana Festival, there are still five days left…"

"Ah!!!"

A Xuan was stunned before he reacted, his palms trembled, and he said with a mournful face:

"Fi, five days?"

Wei Yuan couldn't help but laugh when he saw this, and comforted him:

"Don't worry, I don't plan to do anything similar in these five days."

"Really?"

The little Taoist priest's eyes were bright, and then he was instantly vigilant, and said, "Then what about after five days?"

Wei Guanzhu was surprised, and then just smiled without saying a word.

A Xuan's forehead twitched.

His face was mournful, almost wanting to sigh to the sky.

Senior brother!!!

What should I do?!

……………………

Wei Yuan waited for this little Taoist priest to heal his injuries, and slowly stood up and walked forward. The little Taoist priest kept looking back on the road, but Wei Yuan didn't ask him, he knew that behind his group, that red dress was also there, it was the last obsession of Wan Qi Niang remaining, and it was about to dissipate.

But he didn't look back.

She no longer had the obsession of being a fierce ghost, nor the persistence of being Wan Qi Niang.

The expression on her face was blank and stagnant.

Sometimes she was clear, sometimes she was confused.

Finally, she stopped and no longer followed Wei Yuan and the others, and her body slowly began to dissipate.

Wei Yuan stopped.

He was a few steps away from Wan Qi Niang, and was silent for a while, took off the stopper of the wine gourd in his hand, the strong aroma of liquor, it was the wine of Shenzhou, he slowly took a sip, muttered a few words to himself, A Xuan couldn't hear clearly, when he wanted to ask, Wei Yuan didn't answer, just smiled casually, raised his hand and grabbed the wooden sword, and threw it behind him, the strong wind roared, and the wooden sword broke through the air.

He raised his head and took a hard gulp of wine, and said: "Not enough wine, please forgive me."

"Next time, bring good wine!"

He raised his hand and threw the wine gourd directly.

There was a flowing wind spreading out, wrapping this rich aroma of wine, but Wei Yuan didn't look back, patted the young Taoist priest, and walked forward with A Xuan, the latter was still looking back frequently, the familiar aroma of wine made Wan Qi Niang, who should have started to dissipate, raise her eyes slightly, and saw Wei Yuan and A Xuan walking in the shadows, the latter only reached the former's shoulders, and was turning his head and earnestly persuading him.

The aroma of wine was memory.

In a trance, she saw those young people a hundred years ago, the same age, the same high spirits, walking in the shadows, saving the country and surviving, and then, he saw Wei Yuan and A Xuan walking out of the shadows and into the sun, their steps were calm.

The same high spirits, the same youthful exuberance.

Walking in the light.

The woman in red widened her eyes, and a smile appeared on her blank face, but tears fell with a pitter-patter.

A Xuan pulled Wei Yuan's sleeve, and said: "Wei Guanzhu, there is someone behind, there really is, that is a soul."

"Why don't you turn around and take a look."

When he turned around, he couldn't see the faint red clothes anymore.

……………………

"You push this wall down!"

"Don't push it? Okay, if you don't dare to push it, go and erase all those names!"

"Didn't you understand?!"

In the shrine, the old man of the shrine's main family looked angrily at the stone tablet over there. Seeing that no one dared to do anything, he became even more angry, and was about to take something to smash it himself. Before he could try, a clear voice suddenly sounded from the sky, and before everyone could react, a cold light fell.

The old man was reaching out to touch those names, and felt a pain in his throat, and blood had already splattered below the names carved on the wall.

On the black wall, under the white names, like blood-colored flowers offered.

A sword was stuck upside down in the corner.

The old man's eyes widened, he covered his throat, his body leaned forward, knelt on the ground, and died, as if he was kowtowing. This scene made the surrounding onmyōji's bodies stiff and they did not dare to move, only feeling a chilling air.

Then, a gentle breeze came, and a pot of wine fell, falling next to the blood-colored flowers, the kneeling person, and the sharp sword.

It was good wine from his hometown.

Indeed, there was no place more suitable for worshiping heroic souls than here.

Wei Yuan murmured.

Let's drink!

ps: Today's update, five thousand six hundred words, split into one chapter, two thousand eight hundred words, the number of words is not many, but... it's quite difficult to write... the names are real, not compiled.

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