Jiang Muyin was in a coma for a long time before he gradually woke up, and when he opened his eyes, he found that this was his room in the Sword Pavilion. Originally, the disciple did not have a separate room, but this was specially given to him by Liu Yu, and others couldn't say anything.

Jiang Muyin sat up and was stunned for a while, he obviously thought that he had failed the trial and had failed. But he wasn't too frustrated, it was just a test to do his best, and there would be a chance in the future.

He got up after silently praising the Lord in his heart, this room was simply decorated, without any superfluous colors and decorations, a bed, a set of tables and chairs, and it was not as simple as the dormitory he was in school.

At this time, Jiang Muyin was in a daze, and there was a knife box and a certificate on the table, which showed that he was already a first-class exemption for two days, and the box was Liu Yu's collection. The two knives are considered to be Jiang Muyin's rewards for passing the assessment.

"Authentic ghost slayer." Jiang Muyin pulled out two swords, these two swords were so sharp that they were cut as if they had cut a piece of paper, and they were not subjected to any resistance.

"That's it, passed" is really a dream, he didn't expect to get this honor like this, and now there is an unreal feeling.

Jiang Muyin gently rubbed the authentic bright sword body with his fingers, leaving an obvious mark on it before he realized what he was doing. He had almost had his finger cut off by Masamune, and he couldn't tell why he did it.

He walked out with a knife bag on his back, and met a senior brother, although he was the first batch of disciples of the Sword Pavilion, but in fact, there were many generations of disciples above him, and he usually met and called him senior brother.

This time, he didn't wait for him to say that the senior brother was good, but the senior brother said in advance, "Senior brother is good." ”

Jiang Muyin was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was already exempt from all the passes, the generation was the largest among the disciples, and the above was Liu Yu, and several kendo instructors outside the first time had to call each other his peers, this was the free pass, a symbol of strength and potential.

"Good morning, junior brother." Jiang Muyin always felt weird, and was a little embarrassed, so he asked in hindsight, "Is it still morning?"

"At 3:42 p.m., is there something wrong with my brother?"

"Ah, it's okay, just ask. I'll go first, see you another day. Jiang Muyin finished speaking and left.

"Then goodbye, senior brother." The boy who was originally a senior brother looked at Jiang Muyin with some complexity, the thirteen-year-old exemption is not unheard of in history, but there are very few, I didn't expect that there was one next to him.

At the end of the wooden corridor stood an old man with kind eyebrows, Jiang Muyin knew him, and he sat in what looked like an elder's seat during the trial assessment. It looks like the status is very high, but in fact he has been dead for many years.

"Kid, can I say a few words to you" Miyamoto Masakawa smiled kindly.

An old man and a young man walked side by side on the wooden corridor of the Sword Pavilion, although this Sword Pavilion was only a few years old, but in fact this building has a history of hundreds of years.

He has always belonged to the Miyamoto family, which is held by the family of the Yamato surname. They preached bushido and established a family-style sect, and the mainstream kendo was the Yuanmei first-class, but what really needed to be passed on was the two-day first-class.

Miyamoto Masakawa recounts the history of this sword hall, and his face like a withered leaf and his old voice make it hard to imagine that this is just an artificial intelligence with Miyamoto Masakawa's memories. He wears a wide kimono with his hands tucked into his sleeves.

"Child, do you believe in God" Miyamoto Masakawa suddenly asked, this man who adhered to bushido in his life suddenly said such a sentence, and the meaning of the test was already obvious.

When Miyamoto Masakawa served as the first-class suzerain of the two heavens, and the head of the Miyamoto family, it was still the reign of Gerkos, and the state religion was the Messianic Holy Religion, and almost everyone believed in God at that time. And the morality of bushido is naturally regarded as heresy. Miyamoto Masakawa, who adheres to the sword hall and the family, has always hated the Messiah, and they have caused a lot of trouble for the family and morality that Miyamoto Masakawa adheres to.

He was killed in battle, when a team of fifty judges from the Inquisition wanted to destroy the Miyamoto family and the Sword Pavilion in the name of judging heresy.

Miyamoto Masakawa was already an old man at that time, but he was still the first-class contemporary sect master of the two heavens at that time, and he carried the sword that symbolized the sect master to cast the first-class of the two heavens. In the end, he was stabbed more than a dozen times, which stimulated the last strength of the adrenaline explosion, killing all the remaining judges, and the chief judge who led the team was even cut off by him.

Back then, the Inquisition was still a group of extremely physical special operations organizations, and there was no such thing as today's adjudication. Otherwise, I'm afraid Miyamoto Masakawa won't be able to kill him alone.

Jiang Muyin nodded, he was not afraid of being rejected by Miyamoto Masakawa, this old man insisted on bushido in his heart until he died. But he believed in God in his heart, and that was the only source of hope he could have in the world.

"Mr. Masakawa, are you still disgusted with the Holy See" Jiang Muyin asked directly without concealment, there is nothing to be tactful about.

The old man Miyamoto Masakawa was silent for a while, "What I hate is the Messiah of the past, the religion that has been rotten from the roots. Decades ago, when a new pope came to the throne and purged the Holy See, for the first time I felt that it was still a bright church. ”

"Kid, do you know that chrysanthemums and swords have always been the symbols of the Yamato people, the symbols of bushido. We can uphold this morality in the future and be ambitious. Or even died in battle. Miyamoto Masakawa said, "Back then, in order to protect my family and the sword hall, I still had to attack, even if my body was no longer good at that time, but I had to squeeze out my strength, even from the bones." I see you have an adrenaline rush, and I will too, but I can do it three times. It was by virtue of the last outbreak that it killed everyone. Of course, I also died of blood loss, severe injuries, and kidney failure. ”

"Can you do it" Miyamoto Masakawa stopped and looked at Jiang Muyin seriously, "Can you fight to the death for the God who is fictionalized by the world, for his dignity, for his honor, can you do it to the point of squeezing the last drop of blood out of your body and continuing to fight?"

"I can." Without hesitation, he said, "It was God who gave me hope that I could crawl out of the corners of the mud." It is God who has given me the glory to be here today. Everything I have now is only possible for me to get because of God's support back then. So I'll fight for him. ”

"No regrets"

"If I regret it, I'll die next to that garbage can."

The old and the young looked at each other silently, their eyes were all so firm, although their beliefs were different, they were all the kind of people who could die for them.

"Want to meet my old friends?"

(End of chapter)