Nikta, Kyoto.

At the Urata Karate Hall, a reception room, several men, young and old, are sitting cross-legged and sipping tea ceremonies in small cups. One of the elderly people, wearing a Japanese-style yukata, has the demeanor of a Japanese elder, but he is not a Japanese person, but a Chinese professor Rao Yi who follows the local customs. Sitting next to him was Kim Sang-jae, who was wearing the traditional national costume of the Han Kingdom.

Sitting across from them was a young man in his early twenties who was dressed in a karate suit with a quiet expression, and it was none other than the genius boy of Nikgo Extreme Vacuum Jarate, Naoya Okawa.

In mid-March, spring is already in full bloom. The bamboo waterwheel outside the corridor is gently ringing, and there are occasional birds in the yard, and the sun is warm, which is really the fragrance of birds and flowers, and there is a unique scenery.

"Dachuan-kun seems to have undergone arduous cultivation, and his martial arts have advanced by leaps and bounds, which makes us unreachable!" Rao Yi saw the young man in front of him, and he seemed to have an unfathomable feeling, and he couldn't help but be secretly frightened. Jin Shangzai was even more shocked, he had tasted it in the hands of Yu Qingcheng, but he didn't expect to see another one when he came to Ritai now.

Okawa Naoya said with a smile: "The two elders are serious, although the cultivation is not easy, it is not hard. Any cultivation is arduous at the beginning, but later it only becomes more and more comfortable, and the highest level of martial arts is not to be stepped into by asceticism, but to play. ”

Rao Yi nodded and said, "I didn't expect that Dachuan-kun was already a beginner in metaphysics. The old man took the liberty of asking, I don't know what Dachuan Jun thinks of Yu Tingcheng? If you and Yu Chengcheng compete, how many points will you win or lose?"

Okawa Naoya sighed slightly and said: "If I am not mistaken, Mr. Yu has already walked through the bridge of heaven and earth, broken through the entrance of life and death, and set foot on the Jindan Avenue! Although I have a glimpse of the door of metaphysics now, my spiritual epiphany does not mean that I can actually fight. I also need to visit masters from all walks of life, learn from each other, and hone my martial arts. At most, it will take three years, or at least one year, and martial arts can be truly completed. ”

Rao Yi nodded slightly and did not refute.

Boxing must be combated, and actual combat and realm are never the same concept. Spiritually you can have an epiphany, but your physical cultivation must be down-to-earth, even if you have an epiphany in actual combat, you will still be killed when you meet a master. It is impossible for the small universe to be invincible in the world as soon as it explodes, it is two-dimensional.

"If Dachuan-kun wants to learn skills, I don't know if I have this honor?" At this time, Kim Sang-jae couldn't help but pick up the small teacup. Naoya Okawa smiled, "Of course, it is also an honor for Xiaosheng to be able to learn from Mr. Jin. However, there is a saying in Chinese martial arts, masters compete with each other, only in the land of lying cows, it is better to let Xiaosheng respect Jin Jun with a cup of tea, and Liao respects. ”

As he spoke, Naoya Okawa also picked up the small teacup and saluted Kim Sang-jae. This tea ceremony seemed to be very slow, and it was so fast that people couldn't react, and the small teacup in Kim Sang-jae's eyes seemed to suddenly explode countless times, and the overwhelming momentum made his spirit explode at once!

The two small teacups collided with a nice sound, and Kim Sang-jae's teacup splashed with scattered tea, but the teacup in Dachuan's hand was extremely stable, and even the water waves did not ripple a little line. It was just a momentary contact, Kim Sang-jae's teacup was shattered, and all the tea had been spilled on the case, and Okawa Naoya's teacup was finally overwhelmed and was pinched by himself.

Whoa...... But Naoya Okawa's other hand reached over another small teacup and gently caught the leaking tea in it without leaking. At this time, Kim Sang-jae's other hand was pressing the tatami floor, and a clear palm print had appeared on the tatami mat, and an obvious white mist appeared on his body.

"Mr. Jin's martial arts are really strong. Okawa has been taught!" Okawa Naoya drank the tea in his cup and lowered his head with a smile, allowing Kim Sang-jae to try to calm his breathing. "Where, Kim Sang-jae is also grateful for Daekawa-kun's advice, thank you. ”

Rao Yi glanced at the two people, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking. However, he could naturally see that Jin Sang-jae was in the midst of the competition, and he was a cut behind the boss.

"Is there any mistake, this Okawa's martial arts is actually so strong, and it is actually above Fujita Gang?"

Kim Sang-jae, a world-renowned taekwondo nine-dan, suddenly had a sense of decadence, and he couldn't understand why so many young people were able to cultivate to such a point? Could it be that the practice of martial arts in China and Japan was really stronger than that of Dahan? But his teacher was also a master of Chinese Tai Chi, so why couldn't his own martial arts reach such a level?

Such a feeling made Kim Sang-jae incomprehensible, so he felt decadent.

Of course, this is also because he is not bored. After all, there are many circles in the world, there are fighting circles, and there are circles of fire and fire, like some Tai Chi masters who have no actual combat ability, and they want to challenge MMA players, which is looking for abuse. If Kim Sang-jae stays in the Taekwondo Association and has a beautiful life in his circle, he will not find himself unhappy.

However, at this time, Rao Yi was planning another thing: "This Dachuan is really Yu Qingcheng's fierce rival! It's a pity that these two people don't have a deep hatred, so they have to find a way to provoke them and let them compete in martial arts." When they fight, they will inevitably die and be disabled, no matter who dies or who is disabled, it will be good for us after all!"

……

Spring in the northern hemisphere is gradually cool in the southern hemisphere.

□ continent, new □ orchid. It is a small island nation and a member of the British □ States, but its unique geographical location has made it a wealthy modern capitalist country far from the world. Many military and political tycoons and underworld bigwigs from all over the world have their own industries here, and they spend their old age in peace.

A villa by the sea.

In the reception room, there was a group of men in white uniforms and black culottes, and there were a few people in suits among them. The floor of this reception room is covered with tatami meters, and there are antique screens, calligraphy and paintings, Japanese knives, and wind chimes hanging on the beams of the corridor. Such a pattern is full of the connotation of traditional Japanese folk customs.

Under the watchful eye of these men, an old man in a kimono held an incense stick and inserted it into the incense burner in front of a posthumous photograph. In this posthumous photo, there is a Japanese officer with an inch head, a national character face, and a cold face, who is the Fujita Tsuyoshi who is "loyal" to the emperor in Haishenwei.

"Mr. Funakoshi, the Imperial Military Society would like to ask you to send a war letter to Yu Qingcheng of the Chinese military headquarters and defeat her!" a man in a karate suit knelt on the ground and said to the old man. The others also lowered their heads and said in unison: "Please ask Mr. Funakoshi to challenge Yu Qingcheng and recover the losses of our Great Ritai Empire!"

The old man finished the worship ceremony, but did not answer the matter, and turned around, revealing a face of vicissitudes. This old man named Funakoshi also has a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a handsome face, although he is old, his spirit seems to be very vigorous, his gray hair stands on end, and he does not have the eye bags of ordinary old people.

He glanced at these people and just said: "How did you people do it, have you read the calendar? Now it's the 21 st century, and it's still the Chinese military department? People call it the Military Commission, our self-defense province, and the Ministry of National Defense is called the Ministry of Defense! Really, I can't stand you people." How many more times do you have to say it, violence will not solve the problem!" the old man muttered, and his originally serious face showed a rich expression.

This old man named Funakoshi seems to be different from Fujita Tsuyoshi and others, and he is very humane.

"Mr. Funakoshi, please don't think so. A man in a suit knelt on the ground and made a big salute, looking very excited. "The martial arts spirit of our Dainitsu Empire cannot be decadent because of His Excellency Fujita's miss, and if it is not a last resort, we will not take the liberty to visit you! Although Mr. Funakoshi has retired, for the sake of our Dainitsu and for the sake of our Yamato nation, the villains beg you to be able to fight!"

"Yo, yo, it's the era of the Internet, and you people who have been brainwashed so badly? Don't you usually have any other entertainment? Don't tell me beforehand, the old man still thinks he's acting in a movie. The old man Funakoshi took out a pair of eyes from the side, put them on his nose and glanced at them, and then snorted a few times as if he had a toothache. After lowering his eyes, the old man took out another bottle of eye drops and put a few drops in his eyes.

These people looked at the old man Funakoshi and ordered eye medicine, wiped the corners of his eyes with a cotton swab, and glanced at each other, thinking that they were looking for the wrong person?

After a while, the old man Funakoshi said: "I am old! I am over 70 years old, I worked hard in the United States when I was young, and I have worked with Li □ Long and Luo □ Shi successively, and my eyes have been injured, and now my eye disease is getting more and more serious. That Yu Chengcheng's martial arts realm is not something that people like you can imagine, and this kind of excellent young man can learn and communicate, the old man is very interested. But the competition, I think forget it. ”

Hearing him say this, the man in the suit in the middle finally spoke: "Mr. Funakoshi, as a man of the Yamato nation, how can you be so indifferent? ”

When the old man Funakoshi heard this, the expression on his face changed to a sneer: "Mr. Tanaka, are you threatening me? Then you listen, I am a citizen of the United States, and now I live in New Zealand, and the system of your War Department is not under my head." Who I want to talk to is my own interest, if you bother again, I can call the police and ask you to leave the country. The more the boat spoke, the colder and colder his voice became, "I'm just a leader, not a lackey!"

"You!" Tanaka's body suddenly stood upright, and the person next to him quickly grabbed him. Funakoshi also turned his back and ignored the people, and some men in security uniforms also rushed out of the meeting room.

"Sending off!"

……

A few days later. Ozhou, Xini Chinatown.

"Fumio Funakoshi? What kind of character is this, and he actually wrote an official letter saying that he was coming to visit me? In the evening, Yu Tingcheng sat in the living room, and saw Sha Lao take out a letter with a solemn face, and after opening it and reading it, he was very surprised for a while.