In front of Mt. Iwate is a large plain with green grass and endless green grass, fresh air and pleasant scenery.

At the foot of the mountain to the southwest, there is a small waterfall, and a small wooden house not far from the waterfall is the hermitage of the sword god Miyamoto Musashi.

After the First World War, Miyamoto Musashi dominated the Japanese martial arts world for ten years, and because he couldn't find an opponent, he felt bored, so he sealed his sword and went into hiding.

In the more than 30 years since he retreated, he has never practiced swordsmanship, but has instead studied Buddhist scriptures and Taoist books, hoping to gain insights from them and find a way to break through the divine realm.

Sora Terao and his entourage drove to the foot of Mt. Iwate, then got out of the car and walked to the outside of the cabin.

"Wait outside. ”

Sora Terao entered the door with Konosuke Hiraoka, leaving Keigo Asai and the others to wait outside.

The cottage is not large, with only three rooms in total, a hall, a bedroom and a kitchen.

The two of them quickly walked around the inside, but they didn't see Miyamoto Musashi.

"Where did the sword god senpai go?" asked Konosuke Hiraoka.

Terao Sora groaned for a moment and said, "Go to the waterfall and have a look." ”

Konosuke Hiraoka nodded.

The two walked out the back door and walked towards the waterfall not far away.

After a while, they saw an old man with a hat sitting cross-legged on a protruding stone in the middle of the waterfall.

The water of the waterfall rushed down and poured onto the old man's hat, and then split off along the hat and flowed down both sides.

The old man was short, thin, with deep-set cheeks, almost skinny. He sat there, not moving. If it weren't for the faint heartbeat that could be heard for a few seconds, I would almost have thought he was dead.

Sora Terao and Konosuke Hiraoka walked gently onto the rock and bowed in unison.

"Miyamoto-sama, Terao came to visit. Terao said in a respectful voice.

The old man opened his eyes, first glanced at Terao Sora, then looked at Konosuke Hiraoka, who was a little restrained, and asked softly, "Who is this little doll?"

"Miyamoto-sama, this is Konosuke Hiraoka, the most powerful swordsman in Japan today. "Terao's empty road.

Hiraoka Konosuke said respectfully, "Sword God senior, forty years ago, I saw you next to the cellar west of Nine-Tails Village. ”

"Oh, you're that little doll, you've grown so big in the blink of an eye. Miyamoto Musashi's cloudy eyes flashed with a trace of memory, and then he sighed softly: "I remember telling you at the time that you are very talented, your aura is compelling, and if you concentrate on practicing kendo, you should be able to achieve something, but I didn't expect you to become the number one swordsman in Japan today." ”

Konosuke Hiraoka hurriedly said, "Hiraoka is deeply frightened. In front of the predecessors of the Sword God, how dare I call myself the number one swordsman in Japan? It is precisely because of your words back then that I will forge ahead, never forget my original intention, and achieve such achievements today. Hiraoka has always been very grateful to you. ”

Miyamoto Musashi bowed slightly, looked at Terao Sora, and asked, "Terao Sora, you haven't been here to see me for two years, why are you in such a hurry today?"

Teraokong said in a deep voice: "Miyamoto-sama, Yaki Shrine has been trampled on. The Great Snake of Yaqi is gone. Two of the four great swordsmen of Japan, Yuta Moriyama and Hitoshi Mitsui also died at the hands of that man. This is a huge shame for our Japanese martial arts community. ”

"Oh?" Miyamoto Musashi was slightly surprised: "The Yaqi Snake is a remnant soul of the Divine Realm, and it was also wiped out?"

What can surprise the sword god is, of course, the demise of the Yaki Orochi.

As for Yuta Moriyama and Hitoshi Mitsui, Miyamoto Musashi did not know each other.

However, Konosuke Hiraoka, the most powerful swordsman in the country today, was standing in front of him, and he could see at a glance what his strength was like.

In Miyamoto Musashi's opinion, Konosuke Hiraoka still has a long way to go when it comes to kendo. Yuta Moriyama and Hitoshi Mitsui, who were weaker than him, were killed, which is not a big deal.

"Yes. The Yaki Orochi died out completely, and the entire shrine was razed to the ground. Terao said with a stern face.

Miyamoto Musashi muttered, "This behavior is similar to what I was forty years ago. Who the hell is that man?"

"Hades King Ye Xiu, a native of Huaxia, a young man who is only twenty-four years old. "Terao's empty road.

"What? He's only 24 years old, and the person who can kill the soul of the Yaqi Great Snake should at least be at the peak of the Transformation Realm. Or most likely a divine realm. ”

Miyamoto Musashi was extremely surprised and said: "I think back then, my teacher reached the peak of the transformation realm at the age of forty-five, and I had the guidance of a famous teacher, and I was fortunate to reach the peak of the transformation realm at the age of forty. He's only 24 years old and he's already at the peak of his transformation realm? I've been living in seclusion for thirty years, and this world is changing so fast?"

Sora Terao didn't know how to explain, and Konosuke Hiraoka couldn't interject.

"It's kind of interesting. After a moment, Miyamoto Musashi smiled slightly: "You want me to go out of the mountain to deal with this Hades?"

"Yes. Sora Terao and Konosuke Hiraoka looked at the sword god with great anticipation, hoping that he could stand out for the Japanese martial arts world. If no one in their Japanese country could stand up and defeat Ye Xiu, their Japanese martial arts world would lose face in the whole world!

"The reason why I went into hiding, I couldn't find an opponent. Now that I have such a strong opponent, I really have itchy hands. Miyamoto Musashi smiled: "You go and help me give him the next battle letter, the location is here, and the time is set by him." ”

"Yes!" said Terao Sora.

And after Konosuke Hiraoka was ecstatic, he was a little worried.

As the saying goes, the young man beats the old master to death.

The sword god senior in front of him looked too weak, and the Hades King was young and strong, and Hiraoka Konosuke was a little skeptical that this former sword god could still lift the sword.

"Sword God senior, junior dares to ask you, you have lived in seclusion here for more than 30 years, I don't know what realm you are now?" asked Konosuke Hiraoka.

Miyamoto Musashi is a character who has lived for a hundred years, so he can naturally hear the meaning of Konosuke Hiraoka's words: Lian Po is old, can he still eat?

"After 30 years of dry sitting, it's time to move your muscles and bones. Miyamoto Musashi laughed and slowly stood up.

This short old man is less than one and a half meters tall.

He took off his hat and took a deep breath, and two rays of essence suddenly burst out in his cloudy eyes.

In an instant, Miyamoto Musashi exuded a majestic momentum. The momentum was so strong that Sora Terao and Konosuke Hiraoka felt a little difficult to breathe, and the water of the waterfall flowed in both directions when it was three feet above his head.

Then, Miyamoto Musashi's body rose inch by inch, and his original skinny face, torso, and limbs became plump. Even the top of the head, which used to have sparse white hair, grew black and thick hair.

In just ten seconds, what appeared in front of Sora Terao and Konosuke Hiraoka was a man in the prime of life who looked to be in his forties, 1.76 meters tall, with well-proportioned muscles, and extraordinary heroism.

Konosuke Hiraoka and Sora Terao were dumbfounded.

"Miyamoto-sama, is this a rejuvenation technique?" asked Terao, in a trembling voice.

Miyamoto Musashi stood with his hands in his hands and said lightly: "This is not rejuvenation, but the unique kung fu I practiced, the turtle breath technique." Ordinary martial artists have a heartbeat of about 60 times per minute, but my heartbeat is only 6 times a minute, so my body's consumption is also 10 times smaller. ”

"This is equivalent to 10 years after the ordinary person's body, and only 1 year has passed for my body. ”

"When I was thirty-five years old, even though almost 60 years had passed in this world, it was only 6 years for my body. ”

Konosuke Hiraoka was extremely shocked in his heart, knowing how ridiculous his suspicions were. For martial artists, around 40 years old is their golden age, regardless of internal strength, experience, realm and vision are at the peak.

In other words, Miyamoto Musashi, who is about to be one hundred years old, is not old at all, he still maintains his peak state, and he is still the invincible sword god forty years ago!

Konosuke Hiraoka knelt on the ground respectfully, and said excitedly: "The predecessor of the sword god is simply an immortal in the world!"

Miyamoto Musashi smiled indifferently: "Go ahead, tell Hades that I will wait for him here, don't let me wait too long." ”

"Yes!"