"Teacher, what is this knife called?"

The young man's fingers lightly brushed the long black sheath knife across his lap, and then he raised his head and asked the sitting figure who was engrossed in front of the tea case.

"Muramasa, in legend, this name belongs to a demon knife that can gather murderous energy and use it to kill powerful ghosts. This one in your hand may be a rough prototype that was pre-built before the heirloom demon knife was made, after all, the old man had seen it broken in the hands of an alien race. The old man slowly sharpened the tea pestle in his hand, and in these recent incidents, he had spent far more time on the art of tea making than he had held a knife, "However, the old man was a little surprised, and you didn't ask about it until now." ”

"Because the students have already decided that they are going to take it down the mountain. ”

The young man clenched the scabbard with his five fingers and spoke nonchalantly. However, it was such an understatement that made the old man who was concentrating on grinding tea suddenly stiffened, and he was silent for a long time, and his thin fingers like bamboo gently put the tea pestle he was holding aside, and the old man's eagle eyes looked back, and then the figure who was kneeling straight under the steps was tightly locked in sight.

"Down the mountain?"

"Down the mountain. ”

The old man was silent, and the two looked at each other for a long time, and then, he reached out and grabbed his crutches, and used them as support to barely stand up, no matter what, the years have left an indelible mark on the former sword master.

"At this moment, the world is in turmoil under the mountain, and the wolf smoke and beacon fire are not extinguished, why do you still abandon yourself and be willing to devote yourself to the war in this world?" The wrinkled corners of his eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he suddenly remembered something, and the old man said unhappily, "It's because of ...... Is that Mr. Qi who came up the mountain three days ago?"

"That gentleman, that's just one of the reasons. The young man gently placed the long knife between his knees at his side, then put his hands on the ground, and slammed a blood-stained kowtow between the stone pavements where he knelt under his knees, "Teacher, I still remember that when you asked me why I wanted to learn swordsmanship, my answer was [swing a sword for the world]. Now the war in the world is intensifying, and the alliance army is retreating under the offensive of the axis of evil, the mountains and rivers are falling, the sea of blood is pouring into the river, and the lights of the Wanyun family are all fluttering. Now, I have learned the unparalleled swordsmanship of the world's first sword saint, if I can't contribute to this world, even if the student survives, it is still not as good as the walking dead!"

"The old man taught you swordsmanship so that this sword way would not be extinct in this world because of the old man's death. The old man slammed his crutches and forcibly interrupted the other party's speech with the anger hidden in it, "Do you know what an important thing you inherit and carry!"

"Sword technique is a killing technique, a technique that takes the life of others, if it is only for [preservation], not for [use], then, no matter how much it is studied, it will lose its own meaning of existence. The young man's head, which was clinging to the broken bricks, did not lift, but the stubborn words said firmly again, "Teacher, you should know this best, you haven't held a sword for many years, has your sword heart been shaken?!"

The young man's sharp questioning was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and the old man's lips trembled slightly with anger between the long gray hair, and he suddenly raised the cane in his hand, and then slammed it to the ground and smashed it into several sections, and the sharp fragments bounced up to the ground, and splashed over the young man's body, but the latter's eyes were still as calm as water, no matter what happened, he could not shake his determination now.

“...... Good, you're good. ”

The excited heart gradually forced to calm down with the breathing, and the old man's face turned pale, and then he turned around and walked to a place.

A weapon rack made of ebony.

And above, a long knife with a red sheath covered with dust rests on it.

"This knife is called Mountain Ghost Mourning. The five fingers clenched the hilt of the knife, feeling the saber that had not been touched for many years, the old man's expression softened slightly, and then became stern again, only to see it slowly draw the knife out of the sheath, at the same time, the young man only felt that there seemed to be countless ghosts and remnants in his ears were emitting desperate screams and screams together, and the entire space began to gradually chill up because of the knife out of the sheath. This long knife is the bladeless blunt blade that the old man cast from scrap iron residue in middle age, however, after hundreds of battles and duels, tens of thousands of blades collided, actual combat and blood replaced the blademaker's hammer, and now, the ordinary and inferior product has been sublimated into a peerless knife.

As the last sword slid out of the scabbard, the old man turned around with the knife, and then looked directly at the figure of the young man, and the decisive voice slowly came out of his mouth-

"Lonely door, pull out the village. ”

"Teacher, I have no intention of fighting you with a sword. Although he had definitely felt the killing intent emanating from the old man, the young man still maintained the posture of prostrating as always, and did not change in the slightest.

"You want to go down the mountain to save the world with a sword, but you don't know that there is no room for swords in this world, in the past, thousands of swordsmen have gone forward and succeeded for the great cause of mankind, however, in front of those alien races, no matter how fast or gorgeous sword skills, they are only futile resistance. Holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, the majestic murderous aura gradually restrained, and the old man had already made a gesture of kendo attack, "The old man must not watch his only disciple kill himself

The road will definitely not watch the way of the sword be cut off in this world. Lonely, pull out your weapon, if you want to go down the mountain, prove your strength, prove that you are enough to survive in this troubled world with only a sword!"

"I never thought that I would be able to live until I die, and from the moment I was taken in by you to learn swordsmanship, I was ready to become enlightened. The waist slowly straightened up, and the lonely door Changye raised his hand to wipe away the blood that flowed from his forehead, and then picked up the long knife next to him and stood up, "Teacher, my sword, I want to swing it for the righteousness, the so-called righteousness is for the peace of the world, and all my self-strength will be burned out." If only by defeating you can we get a chance to descend the mountain—"

Muramasa slowly unsheathed, the sound of a sword echoing like a clear spring, and he raised his head, his calm gaze unafraid to meet his teacher's gaze.

"Well, teacher, offended. ”

On that day, the specific situation of the battle, except for the master and apprentice, no one else knows, the world only knows, on that day, a young swordsman was born, with only one sword, he alone broke an armed wing of the axis of evil, the leader of the team was all beheaded, all the heavy weapons were smashed with a blow, all those who dared to resist, their hands and feet and eyes were instantly cut off, and the soldiers who witnessed all this voluntarily gave up their weapons and were willingly captured by one of them.

Then, the name of [Sword Ghost] gradually began to shine among the two armies, and quickly became famous.

In the dojo, the old man sat peacefully on the stone steps, and the [Mountain Ghost Mourning] that had accompanied him for decades was quietly on his lap, he looked up at the blue sky, and the look in his eyes could not be said to be lonely or proud.

At this point, until the news of his death reached the ears of Lone, the two never met again.

Until now.

............

"The victory is divided! Suffer death, old man!!"

In mid-air, the arrogant swordsman who had become a Juhe posture laughed heartily, seeing that the blade was pointing directly at his heart, but he only let out a faint sigh, and the scarlet long knife was quickly lifted by his side, and at the same time that the long night was attacked with a Juhe slash, he also put on a posture that was almost the same as the former in an instant.

"Gumen, you're careless. ”

A simple flaw can lead to absolute death.

However, this flaw was deliberately exposed by me.

In order to get you closer to me.

【Juai·Ji】