Chapter 311 Angry Yuan Liuzhai

"Please, this is my latest method of making tea."

Yamamoto stretched out his hand to signal, and at the same time extinguished the flames lit on the Ryūrenwako fire.

He watched with interest as an old man who looked exactly like him picked up the tea cup and sipped the lightly bitter tea using the familiar way of drinking tea.

The other person put down the tea cup, feeling the fragrance of tea escaping from his lips and teeth, closing his eyes slightly, as if he was immersed in the beautiful world of tea ceremony.

"The bitterness is gone, the sweetness comes, the fragrance is mellow and moist."

"Yeah, good tea."

Hearing this evaluation, Yamamoto smiled with satisfaction and nodded.

As expected of his other self in a parallel world, his vision is as unique as his.

Unlike a certain evildoer who often goes to Yiqiu to eat and drink, and picks and chooses from time to time, that guy is quite repulsive to such slightly bitter tea.

Unfortunately, Yamamoto could only taste it by himself.

Now that I have finally met a close friend, I must have a cup of tea and talk about my hard work and sadness over the years.

"Let's talk."

"Two similar worlds have different developments. I am still very curious about the development on your side."

The two old men stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes. In the end, Yamamoto from this world was the first to break the silence and guide the topic in the right direction.

Parallel Yamamoto pondered for a moment, stroking his beard and lost in thought.

To be honest, he didn't want to talk about it.

However, both parties have the same experience, so there is no point in hiding anything.

After silence, Parallel Yamamoto began to tell the history of the development of Soul Society.

From the creation of the Gotei 13 until Aizen's rebellion, all of this ended with Aizen in another world, and peace returned to Soul Society.

There is a bit of personal bias mixed into this.

Yamamoto thought quietly, but as the other party spoke, his brows gradually wrinkled.

Have you turned out to be this pedantic and stubborn?

What's the difference between this and those bastards in Room 46?

Parallel Yamamoto took a few deep breaths and ended this unpleasant description.

"now you."

Yamamoto nodded and began to skip those same experiences and talk about a completely different life.

"Ahem, I'm not welcome then."

Parallel Yamamoto frowned, a bad premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.

The character of the guy in front of me seems to be a little different from his usual image, with some abnormal deviations.

Under his gaze, a bizarre life experience slowly unfolded in Yamamoto's narration.

First, he discovered the "gifted" Ruyue Ming by chance. He was worried that the genius would go astray, so he was included in the Yuanliu.

After years of teaching, I wanted to teach him all the knowledge I had. I once regarded Ruyue Ming as my inheritance.

However, his blood pressure has always been high, and he is often angered by the traitor's tricks to the point of myocardial infarction. What's even more outrageous is that Ru Yueming will make big news for him from time to time.

For example, go undercover at Tsunayashiro's house, go undercover in Hueco Mundo to dominate, go undercover in the Invisible Empire, single-handedly create hell...

At first Parallel Yamamoto listened with interest, but as things continued to progress, he noticed something was wrong.

Looking at Yamamoto's crazily raised corners of his mouth and squinting his eyes, he couldn't suppress his smile.

This old guy is not complaining to him, he is clearly showing off!

Although Ruyue Ming made many small mistakes and many big mistakes, at least this child did not go astray and kept running on the road called justice.

Not only did it nip Aizen's crisis in the cradle, it also revolutionized Soul Society's decayed system, opened up the connection between the three realms, and greatly eased the relationship between the Shinigami, Daxon and the Quincy.

The word balance can be said to be interpreted to the extreme.

Perfectly implement the ethics of the profession of death.

In comparison, what’s wrong with the blood pressure being a little higher?

Even if I want to get promoted, I still don’t have that way!

Look at what that bastard Kyōraku Shunsui does every day. He flirts with the female Shinigami in the team, drinks flower wine, goes fishing for three days and hangs out on the Internet for two days, and from time to time he even goes to the Female Shinigami Association to become familiar with him.

Just thinking about the daily behavior of this villain, Parallel Mountain couldn't help but feel his blood pressure rise.

"Okay, let's stop chatting."

Parallel Yamamoto dryly stopped someone from showing off, "I am a guest in your world this time and I have business to do."

"What's the matter?" Yamamoto frowned.

"Because of some of Ming's actions, our side is developing towards the existing social system of your world."

Parallel Yamamoto said angrily:

"I need to observe the development of Soul Society, Hueco Mundo and the Invisible Empire, try to avoid detours and avoid unnecessary sacrifices and troubles."

Yamamoto grinned and said:

"I didn't expect that traitor to be so caring, even taking care of you in the parallel world."

"It seems that he has grown a lot under my guidance."

Listen, is this human talk?

In addition to learning the explosive and reckless fighting style from you, that kid also learned a lot from you!

Others don't know what Yuanliu teaches, don't I still know it? !

How could you, an old boy like you, have such a good apprentice?

Parallel Yamamoto took a deep breath and resisted the urge to pull out the Ryuken Ruohuo and strike the old man in front of him with a knife.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense."

"I can't stay here for too long."

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is yourself.

Although the lives of the two have been greatly deviated under the influence of someone, causing some changes in each other's personalities.

How could the old man Yamamoto, who was old and shrewd, not see that the old man in front of him was full of envy and jealousy.

Satisfied with showing off, Yamamoto laughed, stood up, walked towards the clothes rack in the room, and stretched out his hand to put on a slightly rough haori.

"No more talking."

"Let's go to Rukongai first."

"Under the current system reform, if there is a place that has changed the most, it is Rukongai..."

Parallel Yamamoto frowned and looked at the gray haori on Yamamoto's body. The rough stitching and sewing were not worthy of his status at all.

"After you retired, didn't that guy take care of you?"

"Not only is Chojiro not by your side, but even his haori is old."

Yamamoto was stunned for a moment, then raised his mouth:

"After retirement, of course you have to have your own life."

"Doesn't Chojiro like the culture of the Western Bureau? I simply gave him a long vacation and let him travel to London."

"He wrote back some time ago and sent a lot of gifts."

"Don't worry about me, he is living well there and will be back in a while."

Hearing this, Hiroshi Yamamoto took a deep breath again.

He felt that he could not control his soaring blood pressure.

Even though they were the same person, their lives were completely different, not at the same level at all.

Before Yamamoto finished speaking, he patted the haori on his body and grinned:

"As for this haori, it is a gift from that kid to me."

"He learned how to sew from Senjumaru."

At this point, Yamamoto showed a look of disgust on his face:

"It's just that the kid has no talent in this area. The haori he made is ugly and rough, which is completely incompatible with my temperament."

"Next time, let's let the people in the sewing room do it."

Parallel Yamamoto: "?"

Old man, let's fight to the death.

Today, I will definitely replace you!

…………

Kyoraku Shunsui stood on the roof, feeling the high temperature in the air, watching the two old men fighting on the street, feeling quite emotional.

"I didn't expect that my junior brother, who has already inherited the throne, could still make the two old men break their defenses and attack each other because of him."

"This skill is beyond my reach."

After talking to himself, he put his hand to his mouth like a trumpet and shouted to the two:

"Old man Shan, you can't kill people like this."

"Hurry up and bring the energy you used to beat me before."

"Burning the city, blazing hell, the world turning to ashes, don't be stingy!"

As soon as the voice fell, the two old men glared in the direction of the voice, and the heavy and hot spiritual pressure turned into rolling heat waves, sweeping towards the roof.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Kyoraku Shunsui shouted directly, and disappeared in a flash.

One Yamamoto is scary enough, and two Yamamotos are no different from the end of the world, and even more scary.

Failed to catch this evil disciple, a trace of disappointment flashed in the eyes of the two Yamamotos at the same time.

But soon, they set their sights on each other again, with blazing flames burning in their pupils, as if they were going to burn everything between heaven and earth.

It has been a long time since I have encountered such a powerful opponent.

Looking at the three realms, either they cannot beat them, or they are not very powerful. The gap between the upper and lower is too big, and fighting is not fun at all.

Now that they have finally met an opponent of equal strength, they naturally cannot let him go easily.

Fortunately, although the two of them were a little reckless, they can still distinguish the importance of things.

Two fiery figures, while fighting, moved towards the direction of Rukongai, trying to avoid other Shinigami.

Soon they rushed to the no-man's land of Rukongai, and the terrifying flames soared into the sky, burning everything around them.

First team.

Ru Yueming rested his head in Rangiku's arms, feeling the greatness of the heart behind him, which was rare in the world.

At this moment, the report of the Shinigami suddenly sounded outside the door:

"Captain, Lord Yamamoto and another Lord Yamamoto are fighting."

"According to the clues provided by the watching Shinigami, the reason for the dispute between the two seems to be because of you."

"Do you want to..."

Listening to the explanation of the Shinigami outside the door, Ru Yueming's eyes lit up and suddenly jumped up from the chest pillow:

"Such a grand occasion, how can I be missing!"

As soon as the voice fell, someone disappeared in the room, leaving behind Matsumoto Rangiku with a face full of resentment and puffed cheeks like a pea shooter.

"It's finally my turn..."

Before the words were finished, someone's figure appeared again, and pulled Rangiku's hand without saying anything, and disappeared in the room again in Rangiku's surprised expression.

…………

"Ichibone!"

Yamamoto was angry, his whole body was burning with raging flames, emitting a suffocating and terrifying high temperature.

Considering that they were still in Soul Society, they did not use their Bankai, and even their Shikai was only a brief taste.

Just satisfy your craving, and never be like a certain stupid disciple who doesn't care about the safety of others.

The two fists collided with each other, making a sound of steel colliding.

The flames were squeezed by the violent force and rolled towards both sides, forming a spectacular wave of fire that instantly engulfed the woods and burned them to death.

Yamamoto played happily, and Yamamoto was also very happy.

However, as he was typing, he noticed an unusual aura.

How come the old guy in front of me doesn't see any signs of physical decline, and he still looks full of energy after fighting for so long?

After thinking for a moment, Parallel Yamamoto discovered the location of Hua Dian, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Compared with himself, Yamamoto was often so angry with Akira that his blood pressure soared, and the way the master and apprentice communicated was not as boring as Kyōraku.

They often fight each other with their clothes off, and even attack each other with knives.

Under the high-intensity combat training, Yamamoto's strength has been steadily improving, and even his physical strength and endurance are much stronger than before.

If the two of them were exchanged, they would probably be able to tear off one of Aizen's arms if they were not in Karakura Town.

"Old guy, how dare you get distracted while fighting me?!"

Yamamoto's eyes lit up, he stepped back, then lunged and struck out with both fists.

Double bones!

Parallel Yamamoto's pupils shrank, he subconsciously burst out his spiritual pressure, and blasted out with the same gesture.

However, at this moment, a familiar figure appeared between the two of them, with his left and right hands stretched out at the same time.

By the time the two old men discovered that there was one more person, it was already too late to stop the attack.

boom! ! !

The old men were stunned, and almost unleashed a full blow, which landed on someone's arm almost simultaneously, but the other party did not show any injuries.

Kisaragi Ming looked at the two people in front of him with emotion:

"Why are you here, two teachers?"

"I already know your intentions. There is no need to go to war for me. I know that my charm is unprecedented and unprecedented, but you will not turn against me because of it."

"Seeing you fighting because of me suddenly makes me feel very heartbroken."

"Oh, I am so sinful..."

Yamamotos: "?"

That day, the blazing tornado of flames dyed the sky over Rukongai red. Amidst the howling wind, a faintly humiliating wail could be heard...