Yagyu Soyan was stunned for a moment, and replied a little uncertainly, "It should be a man."
"Should?" Murong Fu suddenly turned around and stared at the people in the hall with unkind eyes. His patience was really running out.
Yagyu Shengzongyan felt nervous and said quickly, "Master Rongchen, although I have dealt with this man several times, I have never seen his true face. Every time I meet him, he is dressed in black and his face is covered. I can only tell by his voice."
Judging by his figure and figure, he seems to be a boy, but for ninjas, it is not difficult to change his voice, appearance, and appearance, so I... don't dare to tell whether the other person is a boy or a girl."
Murong Fu, who is proficient in the art of easy sound as a ninja, certainly knew it, so he asked such a question. Unexpectedly, he got such an answer. He was a little doubtful whether this old guy was deceiving him. After all, he saved people and got along with him back then.
How could you not even figure out the gender of the other person for a while?
In fact, this was because he had wronged Yagyu Muneyan. The status of Japanese ninjas was very low. Yagyu Muneyan came from a wealthy family and naturally had a very deep sense of class. When he saved people, he only wanted to find the martial arts secrets on the other person, but he actually looked down on him from the bottom of his heart.
, to put it bluntly, in his mind, he just saved a dog, because the dog took away the owner's treasure, and he only needed to take away the treasure. How could he care whether the dog was male or female?
Speaking of this, some people may wonder, if you look down on ninjas so much, why did Yagyu Muneyan let his daughter become a ninja? This is because in Japan, the status of women is not much different from that of ninjas.
Although Murong Fu knew something about the situation in Japan, he had never experienced it personally and could not imagine how strict the hierarchy was there. However, thinking about it, it seemed that Yagyu Sogan did not need to lie to himself about such a small issue.
, so after thinking for a moment, I believed him, and then turned around and left without saying a word.
But Yagyu Soyan was anxious and shouted quickly, "Wait a minute."
Murong Fu didn't stop, as if he was slowing down. He took a few steps and disappeared into the courtyard. A vague voice came from the void, "Your Yagyu family received the order, so you have to rely on your own ability to complete it. And
...If I find out that you have hidden something from me today, don’t blame me for being ruthless."
The words were ambiguous, but Yagyu Soyan heard something. He breathed a long sigh of relief, his body softened, and he collapsed on the ground. He had already used a lot of energy in his previous fights with the four masters, and later used the killing sword.
Zhan tried his best, and the reason why he could still stand was just to hold on.
Looking at the deep groove on the floor, and thinking about Murong Fu's words before leaving, he suddenly regretted it. Was it too rash to come to the Central Plains this time?
"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?" A figure hurried in.
Yagyu Soyan looked up and said, "It's you. How are Rukawa and the others?"
Murong Fu would have been shocked if he saw this. This person was actually Zi Mo, one of the four great masters. Not only was he able to move again, but he seemed to have no injuries at all.
Zi Mo quickly helped Yagyu Soyan and said, "They have serious internal injuries. Without a month or two of training and conditioning, they may not be able to move."
A gloomy look flashed across Yagyu Soyan's face, and soon turned into helplessness, "Then let them cultivate themselves well and put aside the matters at hand."
"The Golden Snake Camp..." Zi Mo stopped talking.
Yagyu Soyan sighed, "Now that this person has intervened, and Genji has come in for no reason, things at the Golden Snake Camp may not be easy to deal with."
Zi Mo hesitated for a moment, "Master, Genji should not interfere in our affairs. This is a rule. As for that person... he is indeed very powerful, but he is only one person. With the current strength of our Yagyu family, why should we be afraid of him?
"
"You know...cough cough..." Yagyu Soyan was about to have a seizure immediately after hearing this, but his injury was involved and he coughed violently.
After taking a while to catch his breath, he turned around and looked out of the hall, and said slowly, "Yuanji's matter is not as simple as you think. You have seen Murong Fu's martial arts skills, but tell me there is a deep secret behind him."
The Murong family is like a vast ocean, even if he is alone, how many masters do you think the Yagyu family would have to sacrifice to be able to deal with him?"
"Don't we still have..."
"Shut up!" Before Zi Mo finished speaking, Yagyu Zongyan immediately interrupted, glared at him sternly and reprimanded, "If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for taking the initiative to use family methods."
Zi Mo's face turned pale and he didn't even dare to say so.
There was silence in the room for a while. After a while, Yagyu Zongyan spoke again, "I have my own concerns about the Golden Snake Camp. Now you..."
"Master?"
"Come over here."
"..."
Then Yagyu Zongyan lowered his voice to the lowest level and said a few words in Zimo's ear.
"This old fox!
Understand.
It turned out that he had not really left, and was hiding outside the courtyard and listening to the noise. However, Yagyu Sogan seemed to be on guard. He actually used his native language when talking about the key points, and spoke at an absurdly fast speed.
Next to her, Yagyu Shenghuaqi was confused, worried and curious at the same time. She couldn't help but ask, "What did the master hear?"
Murong Fu's mind moved slightly, and he wanted to translate the long string of bird songs he just heard for her, but when he came to his mouth, he found that he had forgotten 70% to 80% of the words, and could not pronounce a single sound.
.
He does have a photographic memory, and occasionally an ear memory, but when it comes to foreign languages, that is his weakness. This thing still requires some talent.
Yagyu Shenghuaqi blinked, "Master?"
Murong Fu breathed out a little frustratedly, "Forget it, no matter what the old guy said, just keep an eye on the guy named Zi Mo."
Yagyu Shenghuaqi heard that the old fox elder was short and had a somewhat complicated expression. She opened her mouth but didn't say anything.
Then the two of them found a room in the inn opposite Dong Lai Ju's shop, and rested while squatting. Yagyu Zongyan did not disappoint Murong Fu, and soon he sent someone out, but it was not Zi Mo. Murong Fu hesitated
Next, give up tracking.
Two hours passed in the blink of an eye, and it was already dark. During this period, four waves of people came out of Donglaiju, riding fast horses in different directions, but Murong Fu never moved.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Another group of fast horses came out, and Liu Shenghuaqi subconsciously looked towards Murong Fu.
Murong Fu took a moment and shook his head.
"Master, even if my father tells Zi Mo something important, he doesn't have to do it himself?" Yagyu Shenghuaqi reminded.
Murong Fu had naturally thought about this possibility, but his intuition told him that Yagyu Zongyan was so careful and cautious that he would never leave matters to his subordinates casually, nor would he change places.
After a while, just when Murong Fu was about to lose his patience, Dong Laiju, who had been within the range of his thoughts, finally made some movement. It was an old servant pushing a "Night Scent Cart" and leaving through the back door.
"Humph, it finally came out." Murong Fu sneered. Although the night scented car had a strong smell that stung his nose, it could not hide the scent of Zi Mo hidden in the barrel.
He really didn't expect Yagyu Zongyan to use such means as Yexiang Car, which shows that what he wanted Zimo to do must be very important.
He immediately called out to Yagyu Shenghuaqi, shook his shoulders, and flew out of the window silently, chasing the night-scented car under the cover of night.