"How strong, how strong can it be?"

Ning Xiaofan really doesn't believe it anymore.

Logically speaking, the ceiling of the Onmyoji Realm should not exceed the realm of Transformation.

Kawakami Mitsuhike is still alive. As his master, Miyamoto Musashi will not be able to come to the Onmyoji world for too long.

Can he break through to the innate realm at one time if he has difficulty in cultivation?

Then he Ning Xiaoyao committed suicide and apologized! “Miyamoto Musashi is not an ordinary person. In fact, the legend about the Miyamoto family has never stopped in the Onmyoji world.

If you are willing to listen, I can talk in detail, anyway, it's still a long time."

"Okay, let me hear how bad Miyamoto Musashi is."

Zhang Xiaofan moved a stool and sat down, waiting for the old man to tell the story of the past.

...                                                               

He learns things very quickly, is handsome and has a weak personality.

Because of his handsome appearance, he is often admired by many girls.

For this reason, he was also troubled by a lot of trouble... One day, Miyamoto Musashi returned home from Terakoya.

Terakoya is a place to go to school, but the wealthy businessmen are inferior people. A devastated samurai can kill wealthy businessmen at will, with a very low status. It would be great if they could go to school.

The son of a farmer can't even afford to read the Nekoya.

The children of all the famous names attended the vassal school, which was a place where the strong men guarded them.

Safety and education are all first-class.

As the son of a wealthy businessman, he could be escorted home by his servants in a sedan chair, but Miyamoto Musashi did not like this kind of life.

For him, a simpler life is the real thing, and there is no need for such a big show.

He walked on the small road in Shimocho, thinking about the problems left by the teacher before leaving Terakoya today.

At this moment, several ronin people dressed in a scattered manner appeared in front of him.

"Oshima Ichiba?"

Miyamoto Musashi frowned: "What are you doing here?"

In Japan, the shogun was the first-class person, the daimyo in various places and the vassals were the second-class person, and the samurai was the third-class person. They were professional soldiers under the shogunate and Daimyo. Even if Daimyo was defeated, their identities were far superior to civilians.

Monks are the fourth-class people, but monks also have unique educational resources. When they were strong, monks even mastered a large amount of land and fields to compete with the warrior class. Later, the whole world killed monks and surrounded Hongchen Temple. Almost all monks in the whole world were eliminated, which eliminated the threat of monks, but still had a certain influence.

These four are considered to be the ruling class, and they will be killed and killed for civilians.

Businessman, artist, farmer, untouchable.

These belong to inferior people, pigs and dogs.

But there are two exceptions.

One is ronin.

Ronin is a wandering warrior, and is a garbage person, but ordinary civilians dare not provoke him.

Although the ronin is garbage, he still has force in his hands, and the three-legged cat beats the civilians.

And ninjas.

Ninja has a very low status and is at a level that is worse than that of the untouchables.

However, due to its special force and military use value, the actual samurai class, especially the vassal lords in various places, usually spend some money to raise ninjas to serve him.

The source of income for ronin is generally extortion from merchants and civilians, and he is a typical gangster.

Compared with the ninja, it was a big flew away.

Oshima Ichihei is a ronin who is often near Shimocho. He usually plays domineering in this area. Moreover, the girl he likes, Nanako Matsushima, has always ignored him, but has always been secretly accused of Miyamoto Musashi, while Musashi Miyamoto often ignores Nanako Matsushima.

"what?

I want to fuck you!"

Oshima Ichihei spitted the grass roots in his mouth and waved his fist toward Miyamoto Musashi.

How could Miyamoto Musashi let him take action first? He went up with a big punch first.

Miyamoto Musashi's seemingly domineering punch was full of flaws in Oshima's eyes. He kicked Miyamoto Musashi hard in the abdomen, kicking him on the spot, covering his abdomen and thrusting on the ground.

"waste."

Oshima Ichihei looked at Miyamoto Musashi, who was sniffing on the ground with his mouth wide open, and these two words popped out of his mouth.

"Damn..." Miyamoto Musashi slowly climbed up, staring at Oshima Ichiping with his eyes fiercely, and said a harsh sentence: "Oshima Ichiping, let's go and see!"

Ichihei Oshima didn't care about his harsh words, snorted coldly, chased after him and beat him up again.

"Next time away from Nanazi, Matsushima, or I will kill you in front of her!"

He turned around and left, leaving Miyamoto Musashi to fall to the ground and gasped.

After a while, he slowly got up and walked forward.

Just then—                                                              

A chill behind my head, and a gust of wind blew up.

Miyamoto Musashi kicked back like a conditioned reflex, but heard a dull sound of "bang", and a piercing pain came from his toes, as if he had kicked a piece of iron plate.

"Hiss--" Miyamoto Musashi took a breath and slowly turned around.

This is a man who is about thirty years old. His face is very strong with a Chinese character. His short hair on his head stands like a steel needle. He looks like an extremely difficult person to mess with.

"Who are you?"

Feeling the pain on the toes gradually eased, Miyamoto Musashi looked at the man alertly and asked.

"Mr. Nobunaga Miyamoto, don't you remember me?"

The man spoke, looking quite kind: "Yes, you have been reincarnated, how could you remember me..." He said as he suddenly took a step sideways and bowed to Miyamoto Musashi with a deep bow of 90 degrees, as he looked quite like a samurai.

"Miyamoto Nobunaga?"

Miyamoto Musashi tilted his head and thought for a moment: "You recognized the wrong person. My surname is Miyamoto, but not Miyamoto Nobunaga. My name is Miyamoto Musashi."

The man smiled: "Mr. Miyamoto Nobunaga has reincarnated in this life, so he naturally doesn't remember who I am.

I was your first guardian.

Of course, the leader can also call me the name of this life, Aso Keirang."

Various names rushed into Miyamoto Musashi's mind, and he was a little confused for a moment.

Asoki made Miyamoto Musashi smile when he saw Miyamoto Musashi appear confused. Then he waved his hand and the two disappeared from the spot.

Miyamoto Musashi felt a flower in front of him. When he realized again, he was already in a garden of fragrant grass, with birds singing and flowers scenting, towering green trees, and the sun shining through the clouds. Everything was so quiet and beautiful.

He was sitting on a seat made of white jade, in front of him was a square table made of white jade, and a pot of fragrant tea was placed on the table.

"It's not convenient to speak outside, so it's better here."
Chapter completed!