"Your Majesty, everything is going well, the Huaguo military has made a final decision, and Master Asakawa is safe and sound."

The Minister of Defense came to report in person.

"But, over there—"

"It doesn't matter, for us, the value of a king-level figure is far more than an island, and if China doesn't pay attention to it, it doesn't mean that we can't pay attention to it."

Japan is a small country, how difficult it is to give birth to a superlative, and the potential of a king is even more valuable, so the emperor made this decision.

Although Japan has a prime minister in power, it is this man who has really chosen the future of the country behind the scenes for decades. On the outside, he looks like he is no more than forty years old, but in fact, he is seventy years old this year.

"It is still necessary to adopt a certain strategic contraction."

The Emperor coughed violently as he spoke, and the silk handkerchief was stained with blood.

"Your Majesty!"

The Minister of Defense looked shocked, and he respected this king who came from World War II and worried about the country and the people all his life.

The Emperor waved his hand and stood up.

"It's time for a while in the country, let's go, go see Master Asakawa."

Tranquil valley with falling snowflakes.

There was a fire burning in the house, and the old man was still dressed in black, sitting on a tatami mat.

Ishihara Baizawa was on the side, cooking tea very carefully.

Ryuyuki Asakawa was expressionless, and instead of being excited about the victory, he was extremely ashamed.

His mind kept replaying the scene of the duel, and his hands trembled slightly when the real dragon appeared.

At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit walked in, accompanied by the old butler, and his top hat was covered with snow.

He sat down across from the old man, took the hot tea from Ishihara, and took a sip.

"Uncle Shi, please forgive me, for the sake of your safety, I have to do this."

"You are not for my safety, you are for the safety of my Yamato nation, your vision is farther than ours, but this time, you put me on the fire to roast."

The old man seemed to be still immersed in the previous battle, and his face was full of regret.

"Chu Jun is a rare opponent, if it weren't for you, I would definitely die in his hands, the power of that punch is like an immortal."

"Please recuperate, the country needs you."

The Emperor said earnestly.

"Within three years, I will definitely enter the king level, and the sword path will also go to the next level, and it will not be a problem to sweep the entire Asian martial arts, even the Western masters of the ability will be vulnerable."

"That's good, please."

The emperor bowed his head slightly and withdrew, and Ishihara Baizawa re-brewed tea, and the old man drank it one by one until late at night.

Chu Yi died.

Everyone present saw that he was dressed in white and was blown to pieces by the electromagnetic cannon, if there was an external incarnation, he might not have fallen like this, but unfortunately there was only one Long Yuan.

If it was usual, the fall of the Xuanjing Grandmaster would inevitably cause a sensation, but this time his death did not cause any waves. First, because very few people knew about this duel, and because of the news of the Japanese blockade, almost no one in China knew about it.

At the same time, the international situation is changing, and several major events have taken place.

"Japan took the initiative to retreat, and China took the initiative in Diaoyutai!"

"Huaxia is mighty, and it is not far from being able to fully control Diaoyutai!"

"Diaoyutai! Huaguo won a big victory! ”

"Retreat to Diaoyutai, Japan's strategic contraction?"

The Internet and the media are full of such headline news, and the whole of China is in a warm atmosphere. Japan has always been eyeing Diaoyutai and trying its best to win the throne, but this time, China has finally truly grasped the initiative.

Jiangnan Military Region Command.

Liu Yunlong smoked cigarettes one after another, his face expressionless, but the wrinkles on his face were deeper and he looked more vicissitudes.

Da da da, crisp high heels hit the ground, and the snow flew in in a hurry:

"Uncle, in the past three days, the overall strength of the special combat team has made another leap, especially the thunderstorm and the spirit fox have been successfully promoted to the eighth rank, and they are all clamoring to go to the Golden Triangle to catch Nuoka."

Since using the Xiao Pei Yuan Dan refined by Chu Yi, the training level of the special combat team members has suddenly improved, as if they have endless energy, their potential has been greatly developed, and some people even said with confidence that they want to become the Great Master of the Xuan Realm, which makes Bai Xuefei excited.

Looking at his niece with a happy face, Liu Yunlong said indifferently:

"Chu Yi is dead."

"What?"

Bai Xuefei was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

"Chu Yi is dead."

Liu Yunlong repeated again, snuffed out the cigarette butt and walked to the window, looking at the special combat team that was training.

This time, he felt that he had been cheated by the military department.

Smack.

All the materials in Bai Xuefei's arms fell and scattered all over the ground.

Tokai City.

Before I knew it, the end of the year was approaching, and Suzaku Middle School also ushered in the final exam, which was the first joint examination for the third year of high school.

"Student Chen, you are the seed player of our Vermilion Bird, you must be careful when answering the questions, and strive to get a good ranking in the joint entrance examination."

The invigilator also knew this school bully and told him with great concern.

"Classmate Chen?"

"Oh, got it, thank you, teacher."

Chen Mengyuan came back to her senses and looked at the empty seat, her heart was complicated.

"Where did this guy go, didn't he even come to the exam? The heart is really big. ”

Since the last time Hong Kong Island was goodbye, it has been nearly two months, Chu Yi has never shown up, and everyone has gradually forgotten him, except for his friend and friend Fang Jiaqi who still mutters a few sentences from time to time, almost no one has mentioned this name again.

Chen Mengyuan thought so, and then shook her head self-deprecatingly:

"However, with his ability, it shouldn't matter if he reads or not."

The exam bell rang, and she was bored again.

On Hong Kong Island, the flavor of the New Year has gradually become stronger, and there are lights everywhere, a joyful scene.

In the chairman's office of Royal Entertainment Group, Li Mengli looked at the brightly lit Victoria Harbour in the distance with a sad face.

"Where did this guy go, he promised to play with me?"

"There's no news from Sister Su, is the surname Chu really evaporating from the world?"

These days, she is about to collapse, she has refused all drinking parties and dinners, and even the business of the group has been put aside for the time being, using all her strength to find Chu Yi, but there is still no news. The only thing that can be found is that Chu Yi went to Tokyo, Japan, but the Chinese in the Tokyo area are silent about his whereabouts.

The Su family's mansion.

"Grandpa, Mr. Chu still can't be contacted."

Su Xuewu said with a somewhat ugly face.

Su Tiannan stood up and groaned:

"Then let's let it go first, Mr. Chu may have something urgent."

The first snow in 2012 AD, every household in Tongcheng County was a warm and peaceful scene.

The "Crescent Materials Group" was established, and Chu Muzhi served as the general manager, but he and Xiao Yueming were gloomy because their son was missing.

Even if he inquired everywhere, and even went to the Public Security Department to file a case, he still couldn't get the slightest bit of information. It was as if their children had evaporated from the world.

Crackling, the sound of firecrackers sounded outside, followed by fireworks in the sky, and the colors were beautiful.

"It's the New Year."

I don't know who shouted, and the flavor of the New Year in Tongcheng County jumped up all of a sudden.

Time flies, a year passes in a flash, the Mekong operation is a complete success, the main culprit is captured, and the whole country rejoices.

Huaguo continued to exert efforts and grasped the initiative in Diaoyutai.

In another year, China's economy took off, and its total economic output exceeded the $10 trillion mark for the first time, becoming one of only two members in the world to enter the $10 trillion club, together with the United States.

It's another year's Spring Festival, the Chu family's annual meeting.

Looking at Chu Yi's peers, who were handsome and handsome, and beautiful as flowers, Xiao Yueming's heart ached like a knife.

"It's been two years, if Xiaoyi is still here, it should be a sophomore."

Chu Muzhi is still the same, dedicated to research, but many times, in the dead of night, he secretly wipes his tears in the laboratory alone.

Xiao Yueming looked at the moon in the sky, seemed to remember something, and tears flowed:

"Yue is the hometown of Ming, Xiaoyi, where are you."

Just when the whole of China celebrated the Spring Festival, only this couple spent it in worry and sadness.

Another year, Tokyo, Japan, Genki Sai.

Ishihara Baizawa also came to the front of the house as usual and took a look.

"Is the teacher still the same?"

The delicate boy nodded.

Since the battle with Chu Yi, Ryunosuke Asakawa has been in retreat, and now it is exactly the third year.

Three years have passed, and the childish child of the year has become the handsome boy he is now.

"The teacher said at the time that it would be difficult to break through the king level in three years at most."

Ishihara shook his head and turned to leave. At this moment, countless sword qi bloomed from the small Yuanqi Zhai, stabbing the room to a thousand holes.

"How, could it be—"

Ishihara Baizawa was surprised.

When the time came, only a long roar was heard, and thousands of swords burst out, dazzling like the Nine Heavens Milky Way, tearing the entire Yuanqi Zhai to pieces.

At the same time, after the dust cleared, a white-haired old man came out with his hands in his hands, his face without joy or sadness.

"Teacher, have you reached the king level?"

Ishihara asked with excitement.

Unexpectedly, Ryunosuke Asakawa chuckled:

"Thanks to that fight, I got there two years ago. In the next two years, I studied kendo all the time, and it was worth it, not to mention the joys and hardships. ”

"Today, I am a master of swordsmanship, and from now on, I will push the Asian martial arts, and there will be no rival."

The old man looked up to the sky and laughed, pointing in the air, his strength was like a rainbow, and he cut off the cliff in the distance.

During the third Spring Festival, Xiao Yueming had forgotten to cry, but often looked at his son's photos in a daze.

"Xiaoyi is not dead!"

Whenever someone from the Civil Affairs Bureau came over, she roared hysterically. Because she felt that Chu Yi was really not dead.

When the people from the Civil Affairs Bureau smiled and asked why, Xiao Yueming laughed, his eyes teary.

"Because he is my son."

Three years have passed in a flash, and in this world, it seems that everyone has forgotten this name except for Chu Yi's parents and sister.

It's spring again, and everything is coming back to life.