Lin Xuan followed Miyamoto Musashi to a secret room. As soon as he entered the secret room, Lin Xuan was stunned by the various swords and shapes hanging in the secret room.

There were dozens of swords of different styles that were carefully hung on the walls of the secret room. However, these swords have one thing in common, the style looks very old, and the whole body exudes the atmosphere of vicissitudes and desolation.

Lin Xuan could feel the thick desolate and lonely aura of these swords, it seemed that these swords were not used by Miyamoto Musashi, it was more like every sword here had a master who fought side by side with it, but now the master did not resist the erosion of the years, leaving only the sword that witnessed all the glory of the past.

Miyamoto Musashi felt Lin Xuan's gaze, as if he had seen through his thoughts, and said lightly: "That's right, none of the swords on this wall are mine." ”

After speaking, Miyamoto Musashi paused, retracted his gaze to the ancient sword in front of Manqian, and couldn't help but sigh: "These swords belong to my family, and they are the witnesses of our family." ”

Lin Xuan couldn't help but raise his head, his gaze intersecting with Miyamoto Musashi.

"My ancestors were the first first sword gods in history, and I am a descendant of the Miyamoto family. Miyamoto Musashi still said lightly, but there was endless pride in his voice.

"You are the descendant of the First Sword God in history!" Lin Xuan couldn't help but gasp, he realized that Miyamoto Musashi was actually the descendant of the First Sword God.

"That's right, otherwise why would I call Miyamoto Musashi. Miyamoto Musashi said proudly.

The name of the first sword god in history was Miyamoto Musashi.

Lin Xuan realized this, he used to think that the name Miyamoto Musashi should be the same name, but now he reacted, it turned out that Miyamoto Musashi was to pay tribute to the ancestors.

Lin Xuan looked at Miyamoto Musashi and sighed in his heart, he unexpectedly knew this secret.

"What does this have to do with me?" Lin Xuan finally reacted from this conversation, his mind regained clarity, and then said, "You haven't told me yet, why are you holding the Tiancong Cloud Sword, why are you catching Fang Bazhi?"

Lin Xuan is most concerned with these two questions now, he knows that Miyamoto Musashi can answer him, and it seems that only he can tell him.

Miyamoto Musashi chuckled when he heard this: "Okay, since you want to know, then I'll tell you slowly." After speaking, Miyamoto Musashi's expression was full of memories.

"You know the history of China, which used to be one of the most powerful countries in the world. It took a long time for Miyamoto Musashi to say a word.

Lin Xuan suddenly collapsed after hearing this, he is Chinese, can he still not know Chinese history?

"Yes"

However, Lin Xuan complained and complained, and still answered Miyamoto Musashi honestly.

"And now Japan has been related to China before......" Miyamoto Musashi's voice gradually lowered.

After Lin Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded, there was once a legend that the formation of Japan had a lot to do with China. Legend says that during the reign of Qin Shi Huang, in order to seek the elixir of life, Qin Shi Huang sent 3,000 boys and girls to the sea to find it.

As a result, instead of finding the elixir, the boy and the girl made their home on a desert island, which is now Japan.

However, Lin Xuan knew that these were legends and speculations.

"Legend has it that it was during the time of Qin Shi Huang of China that Japan sent out to find the elixir of life, and the descendants of the 3,000 boys and girls in it were ......," Miyamoto Musashi said.

Lin Xuan was not surprised at all when he heard this, after all, this legend, he was almost ripe.

Miyamoto Musashi glanced at Lin Xuan, seeing that he was expressionless, and then said, "However, this legend is true. ”