Zhao Xin is a troublemaker, everyone has a headache, but sometimes she is well-behaved and loves people.

Under her sweet words, Qin Lin finally laughed.

It seems that it is not bad to have such a cute sister......

"Then you're really my sister?" Qin Lin was still a little worried.

Zhao Xin patted his chest and said, "Of course, do you think I'm such a small-bellied person?" But I have one condition! ”

"You say."

"When it's okay in the future, you have to accompany me." Zhao Xin said very seriously.

Qin Lin was stunned: "That's it?" ”

"My brother used to follow me in everything, and he accompanied me in everything I did, but then she went to be a soldier, and there was no one to accompany me, so many years, in fact, I was quite bored." Zhao Xin sighed, a little aggrieved.

She used the word boring, not lonely, but she was really lonely, very lonely......

Qin Lin's life experience is somewhat similar to Zhao Xin's, and she can understand Zhao Xin's feelings very well, so she nodded very seriously: "Okay, I'll accompany you, but you can't keep doing things like today." ”

"That's not good, my brother said, bad people need to be taught, and teaching one more bad person is to accumulate more virtue." Zhao Xin shouted.

Qin Lin was helpless and said, "Okay, that can't be excessive, let alone bully good people." ”

"Of course, every time I bully someone, it's not a good person." Zhao Xin grinned and said, "In a few days, I'll ask my brother to take us to eat the overlord meal, it's fun......"

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Not far from the lake, there is a mountain.

The mountain is not too high, but it is very steep, and it is especially rare in Tianhai City.

The mountain has no name, but it is very famous because it is the private domain of the Zhao family.

Zhao Sihai spent a lot of money to buy this mountain, and those who usually like to hike on weekends never have the opportunity to go up again.

This mountain was originally a barren mountain, and there was a ruined temple on the top of the mountain, which had been abandoned for decades.

Later, Zhao Sihai demolished the temple, built a two-story small building, red walls and green tiles, and the small building was surrounded by a courtyard dam, and some vegetables were planted in the yard, and some dishes were also planted.

As the second-in-command of a department of Zhao's Group, Zhao Sihai sought an idle job and received some dividends, and he had not been to the company for many years.

When he has nothing to do, he grows vegetables, fishes, and goes out for rent, this is Zhao Sihai's life.

There was a dog in the yard, gray and black, very clever, as soon as he saw Zhao Sihai, he jumped up happily, shook his head and tail, very cheerful.

The car stopped at the bottom of the mountain, the three of them walked up the mountain, and sat in the courtyard together at this time, Zhao Sihai took out the incense wax paper candle from the house and handed it to Zhao Bing.

"I heard that you were coming back, so I went to buy it." Zhao Sihai said, his expression became a little gloomy, and he no longer had the previous joy, a heartfelt sadness, which made Zhao Bing empathize.

There are two osmanthus trees in the yard, in Zhao Bing's memory, only the thickness of a small bowl, which has not been seen for a few years, and now the branches are luxuriant, and they are much thicker than at the beginning.

Now is the season of flowering, osmanthus fragrant.

Under the osmanthus tree, there is a flower garden, in the two flower beds, flowers are in full bloom, competing for beauty, it can be seen that Zhao Sihai may usually put a lot of energy on this.

Zhao Bing came to the osmanthus tree on the left, where there was a clearing, a beautiful porcelain pot, and a paper-colored silk scarf spread on the ground, the silk scarf was very clean, as if it had been newly laid.

There was an incense burner on the silk scarf, Zhao Bing lit a few incense sticks, inserted them into the incense burner, and burned the paper money in a porcelain basin, he squatted under the tree, doing all this silently.

Zhao Xishui and Zhao Sihai stood aside, and the two of them looked surprised.

"Your mother loved the osmanthus tree the most when she was alive, and she loved to plant flowers the most, I remember she said that she hoped that she could be buried under an osmanthus tree, and there were large flowers around it...... Zhao Sihai said in a deep voice: "I fulfill her wish, if I die in the future, you will also bury me under another tree, which is also my wish......"

Zhao Bing's eyes were red, but no tears flowed, her expression was sluggish, and many childhood memories gradually poured into her mind.

The picture freezes at this moment, the surroundings are very quiet, and occasionally the mountain breeze blows, bringing a burst of coolness.

There was a very strange snow in Yanjing a few days ago, but it cleared up today, and in the afternoon, although it was returning to its usual heat, it was still a little cold.

There was a wind blowing at the courtyard gate, and the courtyard gate opened, and someone walked in.

A thin man walked in, he was probably in his forties, dressed in a linen robe, like a kimono of his own country, and carrying a long sword behind his back, looking not like a modern man, but like an ancient swordsman.

The man is very ordinary-looking, with a very common face, but standing in the crowd, you can see him at a glance, and it is impossible to ignore his presence.

Because he has a temperament in him, as sharp as a sword out of the sheath.

He walked into the courtyard with an indifferent expression, then glanced at Zhao Bing and Zhao Xishui, but finally left his eyes on Zhao Sihai's face.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhao Xishui asked.

The man didn't look at her, still staring at Zhao Sihai, and then bowed and saluted: "Miyamoto Yamazoji Miyamoto Saburo came to visit Mr. Zhao." ”

Zhao Sihai only glanced at this man, and then didn't see it again, and when he heard his introduction, he finally took a straight look at him, and said, "You are the descendant of Miyamoto Sanzo?" ”

Miyamoto Saburo nodded, said: "Yes, back then, Mr. went to the East, even beheaded the twenty-seven swordsmen of Oriental Kendo, my father heard the news, broke through, fought fiercely with Mr., and finally lost due to exhaustion, after Mr. left, the first father committed suicide by caesarean section, Saburo was young, weak to return to the sky, so he abandoned the martial arts, twenty years, regardless of cold and summer, refined swordsmanship, a few days ago, finally felt that he had achieved something, so he came to visit, hope to teach! ”

"You Oriental Kendo, all of you are some earth dogs and chickens, your father has some integrity, I didn't expect a defeat, he actually committed suicide by disembowelment, people can't understand, victory or defeat, is it really that important?" Zhao Sihai shook his head and sighed: "Back then, I cherished that he was a talent and had integrity, so I showed mercy under the sword, I knew that he was going to commit suicide, it was better to kill him with a sword, so as not to cause so much trouble." ”

"I regard Mr. Zhao as one of the most famous people in the world, but I don't want Mr. to insult my father so much, and even more so to insult my Oriental kendo, San Lang is indignant in my heart, I changed my mind and wants to duel with Mr. to wash away the shame of my father!" Miyamoto Saburo's face changed suddenly, and he bowed and saluted, and then took the long sword from behind his back.

His sword, the body of the sword is more than four feet, the hilt is more than a foot, it is obviously an Oriental sword, the left hand holds the sheath, the right hand draws the sword, and points to Zhao Sihai from afar.

"Please Mr. Zhao for advice."

Zhao Sihai smiled dumbly: "You want to duel with me?" ”

"Yes, regardless of life and death, if you lose, you will die without shock, and if you win, you will definitely kill Mr. by the sword." Miyamoto Saburo said.

"Then if I don't scold your father, you won't duel with me?"

Miyamoto Saburo was stunned for a moment and said, "This time I came to Huaxia, I came for Mr. Zhao, how can I not fight?" ”

"Then the words you said before are not farts." Zhao Sihai scolded: "A hypocrite like you, I won't do anything with you, I haven't asked about the affairs of the rivers and lakes for many years, please go back!" ”

Miyamoto Saburo's anger could not be contained, he stared at Zhao Sihai and said, "Dignified Huaxia Shura, are you still afraid of my junior's invitation to fight?" Is it true, as the rumors say, that you have fallen to the red dust, and you no longer have the bravery of the past? ”

Zhao Sihai suddenly laughed: "No matter what you say, I won't do anything with you, the reason is very simple, doing it with you is tantamount to surrendering your identity, to put it more simply and bluntly, you are not worthy of my shot!" ”

"What if I have to do it?" Miyamoto Saburo's fingers holding the sword began to white, but he had to admit that Zhao Sihai's words made some sense.

When Shura became famous, he was just a teenager, and in terms of seniority, he was indeed far behind, and when he started with him, he naturally lost his identity.

But the problem is that he came to China this time just to be ashamed and to win for his late father...... How could he give up.

So, he began to persecute.

"If I don't do it, can you really kill me with a sword? If so, you'll kill me with a sword. Zhao Sihai smiled: "Don't think I don't know that you Orientals, although you are very hypocritical in your heart, you love face the most, especially a person like you who claims to be a samurai, and you will not do this." ”

"Okay, I'm not going to do anything to you." Miyamoto Saburo thought for a moment and said, "I'll wait for you to take the initiative to do it to me." ”

Before Zhao Sihai could speak, Miyamoto Saburo suddenly shook his right hand, and the scabbard was drawn into a meteor and smashed into the osmanthus tree.

Osmanthus mixed with some broken branches fell one after another, following a flower rain, wafting with fragrance.

Zhao Sihai's face turned pale, his lips trembled a little, and he gritted his teeth and spewed out a sentence: "You are looking for death!" ”

"Since you're going to fight for your father, well, I'll fight you!"

Zhao Bing jumped up, raised his hand, picked up the scabbard, landed again, and jumped in front of Miyamoto Saburo in one step.

"You?" Miyamoto Saburo sneered: "You are not worthy, my opponent is Mr. Zhao." ”

If someone spoke to Zhao Bing like this in normal times, he would definitely laugh and beat until the other party was convinced, but he didn't laugh today, and he wasn't ready to beat the other party until he was convinced, he wanted to kill.

Under the osmanthus tree, Zhao Bing's relatives are buried, and now, the branches are broken, and the osmanthus flowers fall to the ground, so how can the relatives rest in peace?

"He's my father." Zhao Bing raised his sword scabbard and said indifferently: "Make a move!" ”

Shura's son, naturally he will not be a weakling, Miyamoto Saburo finally began to face Zhao Bing, he took a few steps back, and said, "You don't use a sword?" ”

"You don't need a sword to kill you." Zhao Bing said indifferently: "There is a proverb in Huaxia that calls killing chickens with a knife, and today, I will let you understand the meaning of this sentence." ”

Miyamoto Saburo's face became ugly, and he said, "Okay, I won't talk nonsense with you, kill the little one, and the old one will naturally take action!" ”

After speaking, he raised his sword in both hands and ran towards Zhao Bing in broken steps.

As soon as he made a move, Miyamoto Saburo's momentum was rising, and a resolute determination that there was no return.