The morning light gradually enveloped Chang'an, and a shadow gradually extended from the side of the towering city wall, and the morning light and shadow intertwined with colorful colors, and the silence seemed to sink into the city of death at this moment to rejuvenate again.

Di Renjie yawned and walked side by side with Li Yuanfang on the wide stone road, his eyes were bloodshot, and his steps were a little heavy, while Li Yuanfang on the side hung his head listlessly.

Gradually, pedestrians began to appear on the road, and some of them who did not know them smiled kindly at them.

Di Renjie felt that it was beautiful, the vast majority of Chang'an people regarded him as Shura, although he was demonized by political enemies and underworld forces, although he was feared by everyone on the surface, he was secretly spurned as the eagle dog of the Son of Heaven, and the meaning of fear was far greater than respect, and he rarely accepted this kind of smile.

However, this smile quickly froze, especially Li Yuanfang, whose little face instantly wrinkled, her lips were deflated, and the hat on her head that covered the beast's ears was almost crooked.

Because the passer-by said with a smile: "Bring your son out to play so early?"

......

"When can I get a good night's sleep?" Li Yuanfang said with a sad face as he walked on the road.

Di Renjie rubbed his temples, a little distressed.

"The monsters in the Great River Basin, who claim to be the Yin-Yang Family, have mastered the reincarnation technique, one of the twelve miracles, expelled Guiguzi, and established the Fallen God Sect, which is indeed a bit difficult. ”

"Hold on for two more days, although the methods of those fallen gods are clever, they are not so good that they will not leave any clues. ”

"Two days?"

Li Yuanfang was a little unconvinced, even if this man was always able to solve all kinds of mysterious cases, but this time the opponent was so cunning that he didn't even hear the slightest rumor about it.

I can't start today, and I can solve this matter in two days?

It's a bit of a fantasy!

Facing the morning light, the man had a confident smile on his face: "Two days is enough." ”

Li Yuanfang sighed: "You are always so confident...... Therefore, Lord Di, please be gentle with next month's salary assessment. ”

Di Renjie turned his head and put away his smile a little embarrassedly, although he was beautiful, he was just a sheriff and a newly built yamen, even if he had the support of the empress, the finances were still a little tight.

"Haha, in order to protect Chang'an, wouldn't it hurt to talk about money?"

Li Yuanfang raised a pitch and called him by his name, looking very disrespectful: "Di Renjie!"

Di Renjie raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter?"

Li Yuanfang snorted: "I'm not your son!"

"So...... We have no affection between us, and I will resign if I don't pay the money!"

Di Renjie smiled bitterly and looked at the little man who strode away, and quickly followed, this kid really holds a grudge, and soon he was said to be my son? Is this a matter?

"It's okay to give you a salary increase, right?"

"Really?" Li Yuanfang asked.

Di Renjie was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Well, if you go to the night club in the middle of the night, you will collect some money in the name of the curfew, and it will all go into your pocket when the time comes." ”

"Master Xie Di!" Li Yuanfang was overjoyed, "Don't worry, I will never tell the sixth child about this!"

They stopped at a breakfast stall and sat peacefully on a bench under the watchful gaze of others, eating steaming cakes with pickles and ordering two bowls of gruel.

The old man who sold breakfast had a stinky face and added a salted egg to each of them.

"Thank you, sir. ”

"Don't, I can't stand it, if you really want to thank me, please don't come to my house for dinner in the future, let the two of you stir up, and I don't know how much business you will do this morning. ”

The dense crowd in the distance suddenly boiled, and then they were seen to separate to both sides like a tide, and from the center, a man in a blue samurai suit looked determined and slowly walked out.

There were two sheathed blades of different lengths hanging from his waist, his left hand was always pressed on the hilt, and his long black hair was tied up, and the whole person was like an unsheathed sword, with a sharp edge.

"This is that Dongying Sword Hero?" Li Yuanfang said with great interest, "It looks like it's a lot more powerful than that little brother yesterday." ”

Di Renjie smiled: "Except for height." ”

Li Yuanfang pursed his lips, not to mention height, we are still good friends.

On the other side, there was also a commotion, and the crowd was surging.

Someone pushed the crowd loudly and said loudly: "Let's let me, Lord Tsing Yi is here." ”

Li Yuanfang rolled his eyes: "I've lost three times in a row, and I can't even take a sword, and the dragon of the Ji family under the fame is nothing more than that." ”

Di Renjie sighed: "Ji Qingyi has been ruined, that Dongying person has become his inner demon in the way of the sword, if he can't climb this mountain, he is destined to stop here in this life, and it is even very likely to go backwards." ”

He thought for a moment and added, "But that Miyamoto Musashi is indeed terrifying, and even I am not sure of victory." ”

Li Yuanfang was a little surprised: "Then didn't that little brother yesterday die for life?"

Under normal circumstances, it is true that there is no distinction between life and death, but if the task of the empress cannot be completed, it is the real nine deaths and a lifetime.

Di Renjie shook his head: "That Li Bai's breath can compete with the Qianniu Guard, and it is not easy to compete with him." ”

As he spoke, a man in a green robe and brocade robe, with a Qingfeng long sword hanging from his waist, and a starry man with sword eyebrows walked out of the crowd, his expression was slightly depressed, his handsome face and eyes were red, and there were bloodshot inside, and he didn't know how many nights he hadn't slept for.

"You're here again?" Miyamoto Musashi looked up, his expression showing no contempt, and he seemed very peaceful, but the crowd had already started talking.

Ji Qingyi lost three battles and three times, but he was entangled, in their opinion, he had lost the demeanor of a swordsman, but what they didn't understand was that a Tianjiao fell from the clouds to the bottom, how big a blow was that kind of blow.

The praise that once lingered in his ears is now only whispering, and the once eye-catching life has now become yesterday's yellow flower, and every passerby's discussion is like a poisonous snake gnawing his heart.

He had to redeem it all!

Thinking of this, Ji Qingyi's expression became more and more solemn, he arched his hand and said solemnly: "Mr. Miyamoto, can you fight again?"

"One more fight and the result will not change. Miyamoto Musashi frowned, with a short beard on his chin, although he was not tall, he was aggressive, as if he was looking down at Ji Qingyi, who was one meter eight tall.

Ji Qingyi clenched the sword in his hand and said firmly: "I have been thinking about it for the past few days, and finally came up with a way to crack Mr. Miyamoto's sword, please give me advice!"

Passers-by were in an uproar, and they all clamoured, and in the past few days, Chang'an's martial arts have been suppressed by this person like a mountain, and they have been a little out of breath, and many Chang'an people have felt aggrieved.

At this time, if Ji Qingyi can really defeat this person, then his reputation will not only not be damaged in the slightest, but will be even better than in the past!

Miyamoto Musashi frowned, and felt a little dislike in his heart for this swordsman who had given him a little surprise.

"Although I haven't tasted defeat since my debut, I have never taken victory or defeat to heart, if I lose, I should try myself to do it, what does it mean to be entangled? Is victory or defeat really so important in your eyes?"

Looking at his god, you can know that Ji Qingyi has not made a new breakthrough in the way of the sword, and the so-called "cracking" method is just what he said.

If he insists on not fighting, Ji Qingyi will be able to preach that "Dongying Jianhao did not dare to fight because he was inspected by Ji Qingyi for his flaws in the sword" to save his reputation.

This is a conspiracy, and it is not despicable.

Because as long as he will draw his sword, those so-called results will not happen, and they will not be despicable.

Ji Qingyi seemed to know what the other party was thinking, and nodded with a wry smile: "For me, it's better to die than to win!"

Originally...... You are begging for death today.

Miyamoto Musashi sighed, his expression becoming solemn, because today, an admirable swordsman will fall, like a meteor in the sky, leaving behind only an insignificant afterglow.

"Get out of your sword. ”

The crowd suddenly dispersed skillfully, and in Chang'an City, there was no shortage of scenes where a duel was about to be fought without a word, and the martial Tang people had already summed up a good posture to watch the battle.

Ji Qingyi drew his sword, he looked straight ahead and still held his hand, all the emotions in his heart disappeared in this short moment, replaced by the full concentration of all his mind.

He raised his sword, and no breath leaked out, looking a little ordinary.

Only Miyamoto Musashi, he felt a sharp aura directed at his vital point.

This sword is kind of interesting...... He said secretly.

With a clear sword light flashing.

Ji Qingyi is out of the sword!

This sword embodies his life's work, integrates what he has learned in his life's swordsmanship, and a sword intent soars into the sky, like Jing Ke stabbing Qin, breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, with a kind of indomitable tragedy, a sword under the decisive victory.

Victory or death!

Miyamoto Musashi sighed, his footsteps bowed slightly, and he drew his sword out of the sheath at the moment when he was bullied, and the famous sword "Fujiwara Kaneshiro" with a clear light, cutting through everything, and the sword light in the sky came to an abrupt end.

The next moment, a sword struck his abdomen, and blood gushed out.

Ji Qingyi looked at Dongying Jianhao, who had already deceived him, and smiled bitterly, and a hint of relief flashed in his expression.

"If there is a sword saint in the world in ten years, it should be Mr. ”

Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and Miyamoto Musashi slowly retracted his sword, silently stepped back, and bowed.

"Your Excellency is a respectable swordsman, and your swordsmanship is very powerful. ”

"Thank you...... Thank you. ”

The guards who came with Ji Qingyi wanted to come over to help, but he scolded him, he stood up straight with his stump and straightened the back of the Tang people: "I lost, but the Tang people will not lose." ”

Miyamoto Musashi was slightly stunned and said noncommittally: "I am looking forward to the day when I am defeated." ”

"That day will not be far away......" Ji Qingyi remembered yesterday's "want to go to the blue sky and catch the bright moon" in front of the Xuanwu Gate, and his smile gradually rose.

He fell into the arms of his servant, and his blood flowed more and more, and his smile grew paler and paler, and gradually and forever froze.

The crowd faintly sounded the girl's cry and the regret of the Tang people, and some people were very angry, but they did not lose their minds, losing is losing, even if the Tang people lose, they will not play with means in fair competition like the current stick country.

Datang is very strong, so he can afford to lose.

As a powerful sword intent rose from afar, Miyamoto Musashi raised his head and looked into the distance, this was the breath that unconsciously leaked out of the cultivation of an excellent swordsman, like the water of a great river, rolling away.

Very powerful sword intent!

"Sure enough, there are better swordsmen in Chang'an who haven't shown up. ”

He had a feeling of joy when he saw the hunt, and then strode in the direction where the sword intent came from, and the crowd was drawn by it, and a large number of Tang people put down their work and rushed to watch the battle.

They also want to know, who is the so-called "better swordsman"?

......

Inside Changle Fang.

Li Bai stretched his waist and stood up, the sword intent around him slowly dissipated.

There is a tiredness between his eyebrows and eyes that can't be hidden, even if he has formed the Zijin Pill now, and has the blood of the divine beast Qingqiu Fox, his physique is already extremely strong, but his spirit is a little unbearable after all.

This night of penance, Qinglian really didn't release any water.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Li Bai was a little puzzled, this time was quite good, he just happened to finish his cultivation, could it be that there were any hidden masters in this small restaurant?

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a small man in half-baked Chinese and said respectfully: "I took the liberty to come to the door and disturb Mr." ”

"Your Excellency?" Li Bai frowned slightly, this guy is very powerful, even if he is standing in front of him, he has a feeling as if he wants to cut everything.

There was a faint noise behind him, and someone muttered in a low voice: "Who is so big that he actually made Miyamoto Great Sword Hao wait outside the door for so long?"

"In Shimotomiyamoto Musashi, he is a swordsman, and today you are looking at your sword's surging intent, like a surging river, and you specially come to the door to challenge. Miyamoto Musashi said excitedly.

[Miyamoto!Honmei Miyamoto appears!]

[Generation after generation version of a generation of gods, generation after generation version of Miyamoto. 】

[Are the lines in Miyamoto's game Japanese?]

[Of course, such as this sentence - there is a pulling my trouser chain!]

[Hazah!]

[Pain Rie to pain!]

[Phew!A bunch of drama spirits, obviously: too invincible to find an opponent is also an invincible sorrow!]

"Are you a swordsman?" Li Bai glanced at his waist and frowned.

This question is quite insulting, some people secretly frown, the Tang people are martial, advocating powerful warriors, even if this person comes from a small foreign country, his divine swordsmanship still won many fans (dun).

Of course, this is different from the kind of fans who admired the stars of the stick country in later generations, and were eager to spurn their mother country and join the idol nationality, although the Tang people would revere this kind of warrior, but if they met on the battlefield in the future, they would be more enthusiastic about beheading.

It is an alternative reverence that derives from the worship of a swordsman who buries them with "the highest funeral of a swordsman – death".

"Of course. Miyamoto Musashi wondered.

Li Bai smiled: "It's better to say that it's a swordsman." ”

Miyamoto Musashi was a little embarrassed and said, "Mr. said he was laughing." ”

Li Bai said: "It's indeed a joke, but the so-called challenge is still forgotten." I heard that you will take part in the martial arts test in three days, and then you and I will fight again. ”

Miyamoto Musashi nodded and said, "One word is a deal!"

Pop - the wooden door closes, looking a little rude.

Some people were dissatisfied, thinking that this person was too ungraceful.

Miyamoto Musashi didn't realize it, but showed a fanatical expression: "I am very lucky to have this opponent." ”

He clenched the hilt of his sword, and his instinct told him that this opponent would give him a major breakthrough, and if he did win, he would have to challenge the number one swordsman of the modern era, Kojiro Sasaki!