It has to be said that Shiratori flies very fast, and in the evening, it has already reached the territory of Japan.

The white bird slowly landed, and when Murong San and the two came down, his body slowly changed, turning into a graceful young man in white.

It turned out to be an animal powerhouse, Murong San looked at the young man in white, thinking silently, and then Mr. Miyamura spoke.

"You can't fly on Japanese soil, so it's not good to be seen by the citizens, so let's walk on your own, as fast as possible, and try to get there when it's dark. ”

After that, he ran towards the distance like a fly, the young man in white followed closely, and Murong San also hurriedly chased after the two, but found that the two of them were extremely fast, and after a while, Murong San felt a little struggling, and had no choice but to use his ability to slowly keep up.

The white-clothed young man glanced back at Murong San and found that Murong San had used his ability, his eyes revealed a trace of disdain, and his feet sped up.

Sure enough, as soon as it got dark, Murong San saw a wooden house, but he didn't expect that Mr. Miyamura also lived in the wilderness, Mr. Miyamura stopped in front of the wooden house, turned to Murong San and said.

"This is where I live, it's a little shabby, but it's enough for a few of us, let's rest tonight, you should be tired all the way." ”

After that, he took Murong San into the wooden house, the house was small and empty, but it was obviously enough for three people.

Murong San had dinner and was arranged to rest in the next room, Murong San was indeed tired, so he cleaned up and went to sleep, without saying anything all night.

At dawn, Murong San had breakfast with Mr. Miyamura and began the first lesson of cultivation.

Mr. Miyamura asked Murong San to sit in front of Murong San, looking directly into Murong San's eyes, and his powerful aura made Murong San a little restless.

"Murong San, I know that you are a supernatural person, although a martial artist is also a kind of supernatural person, but the way of fighting is different, the supernatural person mostly relies on his own ability, while the martial artist needs his own mental power and physical skills to fight, fortunately, your physical skills and spiritual power have been cultivated, it is much more convenient, and then you only need to hone your own swordsmanship. ”

Saying that, Mr. Miyamura's gaze became much sharper, and his body also exuded sword intent.

"I don't know how to practice swordsmanship in China, but Japan's swordsmanship is fast! Second, in the world, there is no self! As long as these two are completed, then you can test your own exploration, if you have any questions, you can come and ask me, this wooden sword is your weapon for cultivation." ”

After saying that, he took out a wooden sword from the side and handed it to Murong San, who took the wooden sword, nodded, and went outside to practice.

Outside the wooden house, Murong San waved the wooden sword over and over again, from sunrise to sunset, sweat had already soaked his clothes, but Murong San still waved his eyes firmly.

Looking at Murong San's sword-wielding figure, Mr. Miyamura nodded silently, and the white-clothed young man on the side frowned.

"Master, I don't understand, didn't you say that you won't accept any more apprentices? Why did you bring him here, is it just because of the old people's trust?"

Mr. Miyamura was still staring at Murong San's figure and slowly spoke.

"The old man trusts each other just a little, more because of his talent, do you remember how much sword intent you only endured from me at the beginning?"

The young man in white lowered his head.

"The disciple is not talented, but the second sword intent can't bear it. ”

Mr. Miyamura nodded.

"It's already good, your talent has surpassed ordinary people, but do you know how much sword intent he has endured from me?

The young man in white was shocked and looked at Miyamura in disbelief.

"What?!all!how is it possible, even the last ... How is this possible, it's up to him!"

Miyamura looked thoughtfully at the young man in white.

"Do you think the master is a person who can lie? Not only that, but let me tell you one more thing, Murong San has already mastered the "Three Thoughts", and it only took two years. ”

The young man in white was shocked again, you must know that it took him ten years to learn at that time, even then he was a genius, and he only took two years, and listened to the meaning of the master's words, that little ghost still has "Emperor Nian"!

The young man in white looked at Murong San again, and his eyes did not have the contempt he had at the beginning, but became much more solemn.

Mr. Miyamura watched the change in the young man in white, smiled without saying a word, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the following days, Murong San continued to practice day after day, in addition to swinging his sword every day, he would occasionally learn swordsmanship with the young man in white.

During this time, the two also knew a lot, and Murong San knew that the young man in white was named Miyamura Musashi, and he was the only disciple of Miyamura, and his swordsmanship was also very high.

And Musashi found out in the process of learning from Murong San that Murong San is really a genius, from the beginning of the novice state, to now he can fight with himself for a few rounds, and he is making rapid progress every day.

This aroused the competitiveness in the heart of the young man in white, and he, who had long since stopped cultivating, also began to cultivate hard, and Mr. Miyamura looked at everything and smiled.

Murong San kept in mind what Mr. Miyamura said about the way of the sword, and the speed of the sword became faster and faster, but it was still very different from what Mr. Miyamura said about the selfless and continuous.

For this reason, Murong San asked for advice many times, but only got one sentence, a real swordsman can cut off everything in the world, and he can also cut anything.

Murong San was puzzled, so he had to continue his cultivation while groping, and in this way, time flew by, and Murong San's swordsmanship became stronger and stronger, until one day in the future.