Zhang Feng touched his beard and smiled slightly.

"Brother Miyamura's swordsmanship is still so superb, it's admirable!"

Miyamura waved his hand.

"Thanks to the compliment, it's just a small success. ”

I didn't expect Miyamura to know Chinese, although it was a little jerky.

"Hahaha, Brother Miyamura is modest, who doesn't know that you are the number one swordsman in Japan and the only S-level martial artist in Japan! ”

Miyamura smiled and said nothing, he knew that it would be a bit contrived to be more modest.

Zhang Feng also stopped the topic and beckoned Miyamura to go back to the house to continue drinking tea and resting.

When he arrived at the room where he was drinking tea just now, Zhang Feng looked back at Murong San and Zhang Yue'er who had been following him suspiciously.

"Why are you two still following, just go out if you have nothing to do, I have something to talk about with Mr. Miyamura. ”

Zhang Yue'er pouted and tilted her head towards Murong San.

"Master, it's Murong San who has something to discuss with you. ”

Zhang Feng, who had just finished beckoning Miyamura to sit down, and who had just sat down himself, was a little surprised when he heard it, and he didn't know what was going on with Murong San, so he looked at Murong San.

"Oh, Murong San, do you have anything to discuss with me?"

Murong San took a step forward, bowed slightly, and showed respect to the two seniors.

"That's right, Elder Zhang, I've found a weapon that suits me. ”

Zhang Feng touched his beard and took a sip of tea.

"Oh, what a weapon. ”

Murong San looked up at the weapon on Miyamura's waist.

"It's the weapon Mr. Miyamura used. ”

"Poof!"

Zhang Feng squirted out the tea in one gulp, was choked and coughed, and it took a long time to buffer it, and he looked at Murong San in surprise.

"I have so many Huaxia weapons in my warehouse, don't you even look down on them?"

"There is no wishful thinking, and the weapon that Mr. Miyamura wears, I liked it very much at first sight. ”

Zhang Feng frowned, he knew that it was difficult to do, even if a Japanese sword was the best, he could get it, but the only Japanese swordsman he knew was Miyamura, not to mention whether Miyamura was willing to teach or not, if he wanted, Murong San had to go to Japan with Miyamura.

Murong San is a natural ability, and the future is unlimited, if he is invested in Japan's ** sect, it will be more than worth the loss, Zhang Feng thought.

At this time, Miyamura, who had been drinking tea, spoke lightly.

"Brother Zhang Feng, I know what you're worried about, don't worry, if he can pass my trial, I am willing to teach him and send him back when he finishes learning, I am just a neutral faction, and I will not hand him over to Japan. ”

Zhang Feng coughed twice with some embarrassment, feeling that he had a little belly.

"Then thank you in advance, I wonder what your trial is?"

Miyamura touched his knife with one hand.

"As long as he can withstand my sword intent, I will teach him. ”

Murong San bowed to Miyamura.

"I accepted the trial, and I asked my husband for advice. ”

With that, he stood straight and straight.

Miyamura's eyes froze.

"Let me tell you first, I have practiced kendo all my life, and the sword is all I have, even if it is just the momentum it exudes, it is very amazing, you have to be careful. ”

After speaking, a powerful momentum rushed towards Murong San, Murong San only felt as if a knife was about to cut himself in half, and the powerful spiritual coercion made Murong San break out in a cold sweat, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted.

The momentum became stronger and stronger, and it became difficult for Murong San to breathe, and the sweat all over his body soaked his clothes, even so Murong San still did not move at all, and the belief in his heart made him forcibly cheer up.

The powerful sword intent filled the entire room, Zhang Feng's face was full of amazement, and Zhang Yue'er's face turned even pale, even if this momentum was not coming at her, both of them looked at Murong San, who was still standing in the momentum.

Suddenly, the momentum was gone, Zhang Yue'er breathed a sigh of relief, her face improved, and Murong San couldn't help but feel relieved, and her body swayed a little.

At this moment, a sword intent that seemed to cut everything in the world rushed towards Murong San, and Murong San felt as if his body was about to be torn apart, but he still cheered up, stood up straight, and withstood the blow.

Miyamura didn't know when he stood up, the knife on his waist had been pulled out, and it stopped in front of Murong San, Murong San was trembling all over, and the sweat was drenched on the ground, but he still looked firmly ahead, not moving.

Miyamura slowly withdrew the knife, looked at Murong San, his eyes revealed appreciation for the first time, and sat back in his place.

"He successfully passed the trial, Brother Zhang, it seems that what you said is right, it is indeed talented. ”

Zhang Feng also retracted his expression of being shocked by the scene just now, and came back to his senses.

"Yes, you know, in less than two years, he has learned the three thoughts, and I believe that after your teaching, he will be stronger. ”

Miyamura was also surprised to hear that Murong San had learned three thoughts in less than two years.

"Well, then let him go to Japan with me in two days. ”

Hearing that Mr. Miyamura agreed, Murong San was very excited.

"Thank you, Mr. Miyamura. ”

However, as soon as he finished speaking, he fell head-on, and Zhang Yue'er on the side hurriedly supported Murong San.

Zhang Feng was also worried.

"Yue'er, you can help Murong San back to rest first. ”

Zhang Yue'er answered and helped Murong San to leave.

In his sleep, Murong San dreamed of the figure he had been thinking about for a long time, and suddenly a powerful sword intent slashed together, and the figure disappeared.

Murong San was shocked, opened his eyes, and found that it was just a dream, so he calmed down and rubbed his head.

"You're awake, you're hungry, eat something first. ”

A gentle voice sounded, it turned out that Zhang Yue'er had been accompanying Murong San, and when she saw him wake up, she brought the meal to him.

Murong San looked at the food in front of him, he was indeed a little hungry, but he didn't dare to eat, but stared at Zhang Yue'er, as if he didn't know.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Murong San came back to his senses and unconsciously leaned back.

"You, you're all right, why did you suddenly become so gentle. ”

Zhang Yue'er was originally being seen red-faced, but after listening to Murong San's words, she became angry for a while, and thought to herself, what!

"Hmph!

After saying that, he turned his head and ignored Murong San.

Seeing that Zhang Yue'er had returned to normal, Murong San relieved himself and began to eat.

"Are you really leaving? Will you come back?"

Murong San was eating happily, Zhang Yue'er said coldly, and I don't know if it was an illusion, Murong San felt that Zhang Yue'er's tone was actually a little sad.

Putting down the dishes and chopsticks, Murong San lowered his head and said slowly.

"Well, I still have revenge to avenge and go to my partner, but don't worry, I'll come to see you when I have time. ”

Saying that, Murong San showed a bright smile to Zhang Yue'er.

Zhang Yue'er was also in a better mood, but there was no change on the surface.

"Hmph, who doesn't want you to come. ”

There was silence, both of them thinking about things, and neither of them spoke again.

"Let me ask you a question, why do you carry a Xiao with you, I haven't seen you blow it, why don't you send me a souvenir." ”

Zhang Yue'er looked at the green Xiao in Murong San's hand and said suddenly.

Murong San picked up Xiao in his hand and touched it affectionately, his eyes were so focused.

"You said this, I gave it a name "Xin", it was given to me by a person who was very important to me, but I can't blow it, this means a lot to me, so I can't send it to you. ”

"Cut!

Zhang Yue'er left angrily, Murong San shook his head helplessly, a little apologetic, but he really couldn't give this away.

In the blink of an eye, it was time to leave, and everyone stood on the edge of the cliff, waiting.

Zhang Feng called Murong San aside and gave him a box.

"Loaded, here is a map of your companion's location, which was also promised to you in advance, where did you go to cultivate well, and I hope you will come back as soon as possible. ”

Murong San gratefully packed the box and gave Zhang Feng a big salute.

"Thank you for the careful teaching of your predecessors these days, Murong San will never forget. ”

Zhang Feng patted Murong San on the shoulder.

"Alright, let's go, it should be almost there. ”

At this moment, a huge white bird flew over and slowly fell, Miyamura said goodbye to Zhang Feng and took Murong San to sit on the bird's back.

"Brother Zhang, you will definitely come to me another day. ”

"Definitely, definitely. ”

Zhang Feng responded, the big bird instigated its wings and flew into the air, Murong San on the back of the bird looked around, but he still couldn't find Zhang Yue'er's figure, sighed, and disappeared into the distance with the big bird.

He didn't know that in a corner, Zhang Yue'er looked at Murong San's departing figure, her face was full of reluctance, and two lines of tears flowed out.

Zhang Feng looked at the direction in which Murong San had left, and couldn't help but mutter.

"When he returns, the world will be turned upside down. ”