This Meishan island is only twenty-five miles long and ten miles wide.

It is an island with vegetation on the island. There is a small hill called Toad Mountain, which is not very good. There are few people coming and they are naturally sparsely populated.

Although it is close to the beach, except for the occasional resting of local fishermen here, there are no villagers on the island for a long time. It is easy to hide some people in the mountains and forests.

Liu Zhuoran's boat stopped in an inconspicuous depression on the edge of the island. He was very skilled and brave. After entering the island, he quickly headed into the forest.

That night, you could vaguely see some lights in the high places in the forest, and there should be a place where the Japanese hide.

Wu Jian, wearing a hat and carrying Ling Xu Qianbian, stood on the shade of a big tree.

The energy of the energy was restrained, as if it was melting into the darkness, holding the red wine gourd in its hand, moistening the throat with wine while checking around.

There are people walking in the forest, and there are quite a few people.

As he saw in the dark, these Japanese men were well-equipped and well-trained. Three or four people walked by several feet below Liu Zhuoran, and could be seen clearly by Wu Jian.

Each of them has a long sword and a short soldier, and has the courage to be brave.

He also found that there were flexible men in black shuttles in the forest, and they should be secret guards other than these patrol soldiers. They were very good at hiding, just like masters of body skills.

Every time I jump on the branches and speed in the night, I don’t make a sound, just like black cats jumping around among the branches.

Moreover, with strange strength, it falls on the branches, and then it is like half-squatting, closing its hands together, and scanning the four sides with vigilantly. After a few breaths, it goes to another place and repeats the process.

"Ninja?"

This word appeared in Liu Zhuoran's mind.

He had met Japanese people in Penglai Mountains, and Penglai has been operating in Japan for more than 500 years, so he naturally knew more about these Japanese customs than other tourists.

There is no concept of martial arts in the martial arts world there. He respects the Emperor and creates a dynasty forever. He is under the jurisdiction of the throne, and calls it Daming. Under Daming there are warriors, from high to low, and finally ordinary people.

This warrior can basically be regarded as a martial artsman or a warrior leader who is dependent on bigwigs at all levels. In addition to the national and dynasties system, there are also various swordsman schools among the people.

The Japanese swords and swords were not distinguished, and long and short soldiers were collectively called swords. They were granted martial arts by various schools in the form of temples. In fact, they were all large and small sects in the Middle Earth.

Of course, the land of Japan is small and cannot match the prosperity of the martial arts world like Middle-earth. The swordsmanship in various places in China is different, but there are only a hundred and dozens of families.

He emphasizes moves and techniques, but not internal skills. As for ninjas, he can basically be equal to the roles of the Five Elements Gate, Hidden Tower, and Secret Guard of the National Dynasty in Middle Earth.

Specializes in intelligence collection, assassination, frame-up and other shameful tasks.

Liu Zhuoran has never seen a ninja.

But occasionally I heard Penglai people talk about such strange warriors. They are said to live in shadows, have low status and different methods. Few people know about them in Japan, but various stories are widely spread.

“Defense is tight.”

Wu Jian hid in the shade of the trees and looked towards the high places of the mountains and forests.

A glimpse of the whole leopard shows that the Japanese people hidden here must have come from the same big force, and their cooperation is very exquisite.

Ordinary warriors can't escape the net of heaven and earth in the forest when they touch the island.

However, it doesn't matter if there is no sword. Although these warriors and Ninja ronin are braver, they are not of high level after all, which is very difficult for ordinary people. With his martial arts attainments, even if they walk close to these warriors, they will find it difficult for them to discover.

But such an elite figure is hidden on this small island, obviously preparing for major events.

Wu Jian quietly rushed into the mountains and forests. He couldn't help but think that if it were the islands close to Ningbo City, there would be so many Japanese people hiding.

So how many Japanese people are waiting on the entire Zhoushan Islands? In addition, if there are internal ghosts in the city to respond, if the stars gather together, they may become a fire that burns Ningbo or even Jiangnan.

The Japanese Rebellion?

Wu Jian shook his head, and a murderous intent surged in his heart.

He is not a nationalist, but when he sees evil things ahead, more than a dozen people have died in the city. If he does not draw his sword and seek justice, let alone himself, even the master who is sleeping in the thousand blades will be angry.

This has nothing to do with identity, this is his martial arts.

This is the moral that must be implemented as a warrior!-

The same night.

The same forest.

On the top of the small hill of Toad Mountain, the leader of the Japanese and the samurai of the Maori family are meeting the mysterious people.

Where the two stood, in the night, you could clearly see a group of people drinking and having fun in the temporary mountain village below, and the charming laughter of a woman.

Those were the women who were hiring for money. They had been here for many days, and they had evaporated from the outside world.

Such arrangements are definitely not something that these Japanese people who came across the sea can do, but are arranged by local secret masters.

Not only women, but also various supplies placed on the island in advance, even materials for temporarily building camps, clothes for hiding their identities, tools for repairing weapons, etc.

And not only on this Meishan island, but also on the entire Zhoushan Islands.

This kind of hand face and ability destined to be the responder in front of you is definitely not an ordinary person, and a rich man alone will never be able to do it.

He has money and huge power, and the warrior wearing black armor is very respectful to the person in front of him. The identity of the mysterious man is obvious.

Hidden Building

It must be the Hidden Tower?

This samurai was not as arrogant and domineering as an ordinary ronin. He was a retainer of Maori Daimyo and had some vision.

You cannot ruin the major events between Daming and Immortals because of your personal thoughts, otherwise you will have to make your ambition clear.

But the mysterious man in front of him was wearing an ordinary businessman's wealthy shirt and had no characteristics in his body. He had a mask of an evil spirit Prajna in the legend of Japan.

It is very similar to Xiao Tie's Prajna Ghost Face, but the one in front of him shows more evil spirits.

The black and red ghost face covered the man's face tightly, and it also changed its voice and its tone was hoarse.

"A few days ago, a messenger came from the East China Sea."

The man said to the samurai who looked down and listened:

"It is said that you were going to wait for the attack on the Central Plains martial arts world, so let it slow down first. The immortal changed the primary selection target and asked you to stay here with peace of mind and wait for subsequent instructions.

And the instructions from your daming family should be with the merchant ship in the past few days.”

"Um."

The warrior's Chinese language is OK, he can understand what this person said, but he rarely responds and looks a little silent.

"In recent days, you have been making a little unreasonable."

The man glanced at the tide under the moon, his tone became stronger and said:

"I know that those Onmyojis need to use their souls to extract and replenish their spiritual energy. One or two of them, but in this month, there were fifty or sixty people who died of "evil" in Ningbo City.

I was a little curious.

This spiritual energy must be replenished, and it is faster to extract the true energy of the warrior. If you ambush the warrior, I can still understand it, but those ordinary people, wealthy merchants, women who are not practicing martial arts, what are you going to do?

I feel bored to stay here, so I have to do something and entertain?

Or is it used to being domineering in Japan, and I feel discomfortable in Middle Earth?"

The warrior was also a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

He can control the warriors and ronin and sects under his command, but he can't control the Onmyoji. They are children of the immortal family, and they are very arrogant.

"Is Onmyoji the decision of his own?"

Seeing that the warrior's face was strange, the man guessed the whole story.

He laughed twice.

explain:

"Okay, you don't care about this troublesome matter anymore, I'll deal with it."

The warrior's face was getting better. He was about to say something again, but he saw the person in front of him suddenly stretching out his hand and interrupting his words. The man walked a few steps towards the edge of the cliff.

Hold your hands with your ears and listen carefully to your perception.

After a few breaths, he turned around and said to the warrior:

"Someone is going up the mountain and is moving towards this place. He is a master. What have you done in the past few days? How could he attract such warriors!"

His voice became much more severe.

The warrior didn't even react, but his five fingers were tied to the collar and he was lifted up. He was shorter and had no power to resist at this moment.

The person in front of me became like a ghost from the calm and elegant look just now.

The manic and arrogant aura came towards him, and the warrior was confused. Faced with this question, he stammered and replied:

"We are all in the mountains and have not left. Ah, it's Onmyoji Fujishita. He said a few days ago that someone in Ningbo City is secretly investigating the hurtful things of Shikigami.

He was afraid that the matter would be exposed, so he left for two nights, saying that he wanted to get rid of the roots."

"Bang"

The warrior was thrown to the ground like a heavy hammer, causing him to bleed blood.

"It's not enough to succeed, but it's more than enough to fail!"

The mysterious man squeezed out this sentence from his teeth, and he felt very tired even though he was angry.
To be continued...