This Yagaku Jianjiao gave people a very cold feeling when they first came into contact, but as the communication deepened, Roger found that the character of this guy in his bones may not be as he shows.

Roger didn't say anything, but walked into the room silently with Yukiko.

The room was not large, of course, there was only one bed, in fact, there was little need for a short rest for cultivators, but after listening to Yatsuya's words just now, Yukiko became a little uneasy.

She paced back and forth on the ground, her spiritual power trembling, and a sound penetrated directly into Roger's ears.

"That guy overheard our conversation just now, and his level is too much higher than ours, it's really possible."

Frowning and thinking for a moment, Yukiko suddenly walked up to Roger, "Do you say we should make some noise......"

"Movement?!"

Roger glanced at Yukiko.

"Which are you talking about?"

"What else can it be, it's the kind on TV."

The corners of Roger's mouth twitched, and to be honest, he really wanted to see how the so-called movement of the girl in front of him was made.

Hands-on experiments or just a trick?

Ahem, either way......

Throwing the dark thought out of his mind, Roger shook his head with a smile.

"There's no need, since he found out but didn't say it, it's enough to show a lot of things."

"The real relationship between us is not so important anymore, the most important thing is the kindness he has shown, which means that your grandfather's guess is right."

"Things must have changed a lot, and I think it won't be long before we know the answer."

Yukiko muttered a few words, this girl is really a drama spirit, but how many illogical TVs did she watch before she had similar thoughts?

Roger didn't go to bed, but found a chair and sat down, and there was silence around him, although he wanted to check the situation around him, but he didn't act rashly at this time.

Counting the time, according to Roger's guess, someone should find them after dawn, but time passed little by little, but there was no sound around, and even the light outside was always dim.

It wasn't until a long time later that the voice of Yachijian came from outside, "Come with me, my father wants to see you." ”

The wooden door in front of him suddenly opened, and Roger saw the emaciated young man standing in front of the door, with long black hair and a shawl, and a grim face, who had already taken off the crow mask on his face at this time, revealing his true face.

Unexpectedly, Yatsukaku looked much younger than Roger had imagined, his face was pale, and his pupils were not the icy white he had seen before, but as black as his hair.

Obviously, the color of his pupils was entirely due to the mask he had worn before.

To be honest, there is a big gap between Yachi's appearance and his previous arrogant image, even if his face is cold, it will make people mistake him for an ordinary teenager.

Yes, in Yachigan Jianjiao, Roger saw a very strong youthfulness.

Sharp and vigorous but slightly immature.

Roger turned around, and he found that Yukiko was still sitting thoughtfully on the edge of the bed, muttering words in her mouth, and she didn't seem to notice the change in the doorway.

"What's wrong with her?"

Roger asked.

"Let's go, father wants to see you."

"It's just you and Mr. Morita." Yatsuya replied.

Roger nodded thoughtfully, and he looked behind him, and in the darkness appeared the figure of Michihiro Morita.

Morita's eyes flashed with a faint look of joy, and he seemed to know something in advance.

Dark, Roger looked up, according to his inference, it should have been sunny outside at this time.

But at this moment, the bright moon is hanging high.

Yatsuya smiled.

"Don't worry about that, you'll get used to it after a long time."

Roger didn't squeak and silently followed.

Obviously, the location of the Yaga Family Sword House is obviously extraordinary.

Roger and Michihiro Morita walked side by side, and the latter gave him a reassuring look.

Truth be told, the environment doesn't affect Roger's vision.

The lonely peak snow scene, the bright moon swaying, such an environment is more in line with Roger's inherent impression of the sword house, along the way, they strangely did not see any guards and warriors of the sword house.

The silence around was terrible, and at first you could feel the cold wind, but as the three of them advanced, they got closer and closer to the peak.

Gradually, the cold wind disappeared, the flying snow was gone, and Roger turned around by chance and found that the footprints of the three of them had completely disappeared.

He watched as his footprints gradually returned to normal, the surrounding mountain peaks, the building bricks and tiles hidden in the darkness, everything was near and far.

It seems to be real, and it seems to be just an illusion.

"What a weird place."

Thinking about it, Roger couldn't even remember the route he had taken and what he saw.

His heart was slightly cold, and he had a deeper impression of the Yaga family, and he was even more looking forward to the sword master he had never met.

A little light appeared in the distance, not an ordinary flame, but a ghost head floating in the air, emitting a faint blue light.

The thing had two horns and a hideous face, and the flames around the skull burned quietly, dispelling the darkness around it.

Roger noticed that after stepping over a gatehouse, the expression of Yachiya Jianjiao, who was walking in front, changed slightly, and the whole person became much more serious.

Walking up the stairs, the three of them finally came to the door of an attic.

"Father, here they are."

Yatsuya Jianjiao spoke, his voice low and steady.

"Wow!"

The wooden door was opened, and everyone walked in, and there was no obvious light source in the room, but it was not dim, and in the deepest part of the room was a low table, directly opposite the doorway, behind which an old man put his right hand on his knee, and looked sideways in the direction of the doorway.

It was an old, emaciated figure.

He wore a moon-white robe, a thin chest visible through the overlapping plackets, slightly long hair tied in a bun at the back of his head, and a wide hem spread on the ground.

Even when everyone walked into the room, they didn't seem to attract any of his attention.

On the table was a plate of dried fish, next to a flask, but there was no smell of wine in the air.

The man looked very old, perhaps extremely burly when he was young, but after aging, he did not have excess muscle fat to support the oversized skeleton, which made him look even thinner and weaker.

"Could it be that this is the founder of the Yaga family, the rumored Jackdaw Sword Master?!"

In any case, Roger couldn't connect this old man who was about to rotten wood with the sword master who represented the peak combat power of the peerless.

Because he looked so ordinary, too weak.

This is different from Green when he was faced with disguise, although Green looked old at that time, he could still feel the powerful power under his thin body.

But the person in front of him ......

"Father." Yachika said respectfully.

"Let's go down."

"Yes."

From beginning to end, the old man in front of him didn't look at Yachigan.

Behind him there was the sound of footsteps, followed by the sound of the wooden door shut.

As early as when he came in, Roger had looked at his surroundings, which were simple and even a little shabby in a sense.

"Sit."

The old man waved his hand.

Tables of the same size were placed on the left and right sides of his low table, and Michihiro Morita gave Roger a look, and the two sat down one on the left and one on the right.

The dishes on the table were shabby, the same size of dried salted fish and wine bottles.

"Isn't it disappointing?"

The Jackdaw Sword Lord chuckled, unexpectedly, although the Jackdaw Sword Master's body was thin, his voice was exceptionally loud.

His hearty laughter echoed throughout the room, and his pale eyes flashed sharply.

"Time is such a wonderful thing, it can make all the strong disappear, but at the same time, it can make the weak grow enough to tear the sky."

It seems that he is just talking to himself, and he does not need his opinions to be approved or dealt with by Roger or Michihiro Morita.

"Morita, your direction is correct, about the container, about some changes in the casting thinking, to be honest, your strength is far worse than others, but you deserve any praise in casting."

The Jackdaw Sword Lord looked at Morita Michihiro, "I'm interested in what you say, join me, I can promise you anything you want except freedom!" ”

Michihiro Morita lowered his head, in fact, freedom was the only thing he wanted, but at this time he couldn't say a word.

Because the price of refusal is too great.

Although he didn't speak, his movements already showed his heart, and bowing his head was recognition and obedience.

"As for you."

The Jackdaw Sword Master turned his head and glanced at Roger, that glance almost made Roger's whole person transparent, at this moment, Roger was extremely happy, glad that the pale blood had been burned out in the previous battle.

Otherwise, he really didn't have the confidence that he could hide from the old man in front of him who was about to die.

"Jianjiao said that your strength is good, although you are Morita's grandson-in-law, but here it is either a sword or a hand holding a sword."

"Let's do things for Jianjiao, it's time for him to touch something."

To be honest, since entering this room, after observing the so-called Jackdaw Sword Lord up close, I have felt the power of the other party's body.

The old man who was close at hand but was extremely weak.

It's weird, but Roger didn't have the slightest idea of making a move.

That's when he realized.

In the face of this old man, his desire to fight seemed to disappear.

Not fear, not timidity, but simply Roger's body seemed to have given up any thought of resistance.

This is the first time.

Roger felt from a man what it means to be a soldier who surrenders without a fight.

Are sword masters so terrible?

Of course, he would not be naïve to think that this old and weak fellow was really as weak as he seemed on the surface.

Those who think like that are either stupid or dead.

This can only be said that the strength of the Jackdaw Sword Lord has exceeded his imagination, and recognizing this reality, Roger is not discouraged, but has infinite pride in his heart.

I believe that it won't be long before he can reach and surpass the person in front of him!

"Well, good fighting spirit."

The old man's voice came, and the Jackdaw Sword Lord showed a smile, "Although the spiritual power in your body is a mess, you are one of the few guys who can face me and generate fighting spirit." ”

Roger didn't speak, and a doubt rose in his heart, the relationship between him and Yukiko was obviously apocryphal, which was obviously clear to Yakiko.

But why did he ......?

Before Roger could clear his thoughts, he saw the old man sitting on the side lift the wine glass on the table.

Roger lowered his head, and he saw a strange swirl appear in the empty cup placed on the desk, and then a black liquid emerged from the bottom of the cup.

From less to more, fill the entire cup.

"Drink this wine, you are the people of the Sword House."

A hint of struggle flashed in Morita's eyes, but he still didn't hesitate to raise his head and drink the wine in the glass, and Roger didn't hesitate, he opened his mouth and poured all the liquid from the cup into his mouth.

Roger didn't know if it was a normal glass of wine or something else, but he didn't want to try it, and the liquid in the glass didn't enter his mouth at all, but went to another place along the shadows.

At the same time, while penetrating the shadow world, Roger strangely noticed a trace of abnormality.

That particular fluctuation came from the surrounding environment, from the old man in front of him.

"Shadows?"

There was no change in Roger's face, but he secretly wrote it down.

"Ah......h

At this moment, Michihiro Morita, who was sitting opposite Roger, suddenly let out a scream, and he clung to his throat, as if trying to pull the liquid he had just drunk out of his throat.

Roger's face changed, and he was about to rush forward when he suddenly realized another problem.

"What should I do?"

Disguise? Then just look for an opportunity to use the power of Shadow Touch, or try to save Morita?

Countless thoughts flashed through Roger's mind, but at this moment, the old man sitting beside him gently knocked on the table.

"Knock knock!"

There was a dull crashing sound, and Michihiro Morita's movements seemed to freeze, and there seemed to be an invisible big hand in the darkness that restricted his movements.

Then a voice came.

"Concentrate and control your guardians."

In the next second, flames burst into the sky.

In the crimson flames, a flame tiger that was more powerful than ever crawled out of Morita's body little by little.

Roger noticed that Michihiro Morita's Flame Tiger was originally red, and although it looked majestic, it was a little less ferocious, which was one of the reasons why his attack power had been lacking.

At this time, there were many more black patterns on the crimson body of the Flame Tiger, which invisibly made his guardian spirit a little more hideous.

This is not only a change in the image, but also a powerful spiritual power in Morita's body.

The spiritual power is surging like a tide, wave after wave, and the momentum on Morita Michihiro is getting stronger and stronger.

The speed of ascension was amazing, and the Flame Tiger let out a long roar when he looked up to the sky, and Michihiro Morita also got rid of the restriction and stood up suddenly!

Laugh at!

The next moment, all the spiritual power was sucked back into his body, and Morita Michihiro walked up to the Jackdaw Sword Lord and bowed, and solemnly bowed.

"Lord Sword Lord, thank you very much, these black spirit waters have broken the barriers that have blocked me for more than ten years!"

"Thank you!"

Feeling the active vitality and powerful power in his body, Morita Michihiro said with a happy face.

But seeing this scene, Roger couldn't help twitching the corners of his eyes.

A thought popped up in his mind.

"Jinnyima Pit...... I didn't drink it? ”

And at this moment, the eyes of the Jackdaw Sword Lord also fell on him.

Roger:............

Is it too late to reinstall it now?