Behind tonight's lesson, there is a ritual like washing hands in a golden basin.

Through the transfer of power and the help of invoking, the renewal of the dojo is completed.

From then on, the Sword Master will withdraw from the rivers and lakes.

No one would have thought that the old man would let go so quickly, so decisively, that people were caught off guard, and everything had already settled.

The old man took off the saber at his waist, and then, Haruka Kamiizumi, who was kneeling on the ground, respectfully held up the sword with both hands, displayed it in front of everyone, and then carefully and solemnly put it on his waist.

In front of all the high-level officials and disciples in the dojo, the handover of the inheritance was completed.

Before the undercurrent began to surge, the ending had already been finalized, and the dust had settled, not giving anyone with ulterior motives room to exert themselves, and even quietly brought in reinforcements like Tenguyama and Tanba, a close ally at hand, to assist his heir through the period of weakness.

Maybe this is what the samurai call the 'art of war', right?

Movement is like thunder, and it is difficult to know like yin.

Tengu Mountain is far away on the border, and its strength is huge, but it is impossible to shake the foundation of the dojo, and with a distant friend and strong person like the Great Tengu, the dojo that loses the Sword Master will be able to survive the awkward handover period with a sufficiently stable attitude.

Tanba, which is close at hand, is also in a state of ruin, with huge potential, but for the time being, he is unable to plan a dojo, so he can fully trust it and carry out in-depth cooperation on an equal footing.

With the Great Tengu and Huai Shi, even if Kamizumi Haruka is no longer successful, it can still keep the vitality of the dojo alive.

As for whether there will be friction between the two sides after the honeymoon period in more than ten years, that is a matter of then, and no matter how thoughtful and thoughtful it is, it is impossible to calculate so far.

Right next to the old sword master, the girl began to methodically announce the reorganization and streamlining of the dojo in the future. Withdrew from the management of Huangquan Hirazaka and focused on the operation of the dojo itself and the teaching of disciples.

I'm afraid these are all at the behest of the Sword Master.

The old man's meaning is very clear: after stripping away all the political attributes of the dojo, he only wants it to continue to exist as a dojo of the upper spring stream.

As for more things, he didn't care, all he wanted to leave behind was a simple inheritance.

And after losing the Sword Saint, I am afraid that I will no longer be able to control the power that is too large for myself, and at this time, it is better to retreat bravely and make a cut than to be eaten by wolves in the future.

But the more Huai Shi listens to it, the more it is not tasteful.

Because all the arrangements revolve around one point.

- If you lose the Juggernaut, how can the dojo survive for a long time?

did not hesitate to give himself such a big piece of cake, and even gave the name of the deputy director of the dojo for nothing, and if he goes out in the future, he will probably be his nominal disciple and grandson......

Huai Shi couldn't help but wonder in her heart: Is this old man supporting his orphans?

Then he heard thunder.

At that moment, everyone heard a loud roar.

From the mountains behind the dojo, there was a terrible burst of thunder, falling from the sky, falling to the earth, tearing apart the barrier in front of it, and in an instant, straight into the core of the dojo......

Everyone couldn't help but look up in a moment of astonishment.

In front of the Sword Master, who is Xiaoxiao making a mistake here?

However, Shangquan's eyes were lowered, as if he had not heard it, as if he had fallen asleep in old age.

It's just that the corners of his mouth seem to be hallucinating, and he smiles slightly.

Only Huai Shi can feel it.

He's no longer here.

No, he was never here.

Just went back to where they were.

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At that moment, in the exquisite courtyard, after the door was opened, the old man who was leaning on the seat and admiring the moonlight raised his eyes.

Looking at the dancing smoke and dust that fell in the courtyard, and the large pit that tore apart all the beautiful scenery, a burly figure slowly emerged from it.

Grinning at him.

"Long time no see, Shangquan. ”

Luo Lao said, "Is the rest of the business done? I'm here to fight with you." ”

"Fight?"

Juggernaut was amused, and the saliva of laughter was left out, and from the corners of his mouth, he choked violently.

On the seat, the old man, who was so thin that only his bones remained, was overjoyed, and his sunken eyes were full of banter.

"That's good, that's good. ”

The old man, who was paralyzed in his chair and couldn't even wipe his saliva without a nurse, smiled: "At such an age, hearing someone want to fight with me is like hearing a beautiful woman express her heart to herself when you were young...... It's ambitious, haha. ”

His head was tilted, and his thin neck was like a straw stalk, barely able to support his head.

"I'm sorry, Luo Xianwei, you're late. ”

He said, "You're fifty years late." ”

As early as fifty years ago...... I'm going to die.

This is the truth of being tightly sealed by the Yingzhou lineage, and the true appearance of the Sword Saint who lives in a simple place.

When I was young, I fought too many swords with others, and I was so brave and fierce, and I left so many scars, and when I was old, I wanted to maintain my health before I began to retreat. In vain, there is a name of the Sword Master, but it can't stop the decay and aging day after day.

According to the best medical treatment in the survival hospital, according to common sense, he should have died of old age fifty years ago.

Consciousness is scattered, the soul is broken, the body is decayed, and the stigmata that has gone out of control has fallen back into solidification, sinking into the deepest hell, ushering in the most complete death.

"I know. ”

Luo Lao bowed his head, pinched his chin, and asked calmly, "Isn't this still breathing? ”

He knew too well that the most famous of the hundred extreme intentions that this guy mastered was like the [lactic acid accumulation] that he loved the most in all of his extreme intentions, and it was a terrifying force that completely defied common sense.

Whether it is called the 'Heart Sword' or the 'Desire to Think of the Heavens', it is just a title given by outsiders, and its essence is this terrifying will to resist fifty years of death with its last breath.

At first, it was just a one-hit killing tactic, but in the end, it extended to such an incredible extent, from believing in the death of the enemy to believing in one's own survival.

Explained from the top of the sword blade and achieved by Kamizumi himself, it can be said that this extreme intention is the sword master itself at this moment.

As long as he still has the strength to raise his sword towards death, then he will not be defeated.

- [Extreme Intention: Juggernaut]!

Juggernaut was amused, his laugh hoarse and high-pitched, echoing from his rotten throat.

"A mere generation of people who have survived for a lifetime, and they don't dare to unsheath their swords for fifty years, so what else can they talk about?"

Such a mockery.

When he raised his sword to face death, he no longer had the strength to face other enemies.

And the reason why I was so hard-headed and held my breath that I had to hold on for fifty years at the expense of being so embarrassed was just to make an ornament.

In order to protect his own tiger skin.

For the disciples, for the former teachers, and for the favor and family of the royal family in the past.

Under the coercion and domineering of General Yiren, he used his existence to save some dignity for the emperor and act as a bomb-like deterrent.

Preserve a little vitality for the Yingzhou lineage as much as possible.

Now, the enemy is gone.

After all, this breath won't last long......

His days were numbered.

In order to deter the enemy, he had to force himself to believe that he could still live.

Because unless he can live, nothing will turn around.

Once you are gone, there will be turmoil that will fall apart.

But now, he can finally die.

"When?" asked Luo Lao.

"Maybe another six months or so. The Juggernaut thought for a moment and replied, "Wait until everything is on the right track." ”

When the time comes, I can die with peace of mind.

When he said this, a look of relief also appeared on that ugly and withered face, and the peace of the opponent in front of him was extremely jealous.

"I envy you, Kamizumi. Luo Lao sighed lightly, "After doing what you want to do, you can die without burden." ”

"There is no difference between being unburdened and being guilty, it's just death, it's all the end. Shangquan looked at this long-lost opponent with pity, "It's a pity that it's you, Luo Xianwei." ”

It's a shame, really.

If you were born 30 years early, when you meet, you will definitely have a hearty fight, right?

If your injuries had healed ten years earlier, I would have had the strength to respond to your invitation, right?

It's a shame.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Luo Lao stretched out his hand, took out the silk scarf that his daughter gave him from his pocket, and gently wiped the saliva and snot from the corner of Shangquan's mouth, so gentle.

"You can do it now. ”

He sat next to Shangquan, on the chair specially prepared for him, leaned on, adjusted his posture, and casually invited: "What kind of place do you like? ”

Kamiizumi thought about it, clicked his mouth, and thought: "In the mountains, it is inaccessible and will not be disturbed, and there are wild interests such as deer and birds." ”

"It's going to be cold in winter. ”

"Yes, it's snowing, and the sky and the earth are white, and the cold makes people shiver. Shangquan narrowed his eyes and laughed softly: "But after drinking flower wine and finding a woman, when I came back, my whole body was hot, my arms were exposed, and I was singing, not afraid of the cold." ”

Luo Lao rolled his eyes: "Are you still thinking about women at this time? ”

"What about you?"

"My words, probably got up early and ate the breakfast made by my daughter, and after making a few sets of anaerobic, go out for a run?" Luo Lao thought for a while and said, "The air is comfortable and fresh, as if the whole world is breathing, it would be better if I could find an opponent to watch, and there would be no regrets on a perfect day." ”

"That's what the old man thinks, too. ”

Listening to Luo Lao's words, Shangquan sighed lightly, he had already been fascinated......

They smiled and stared at the night in the courtyard as if they could see such a scene.

In this way, between the snow-covered barren mountains, on the vast white earth, through the fluttering snowflakes, the decadent samurai who lingered in Yoshiwara and the wandering monk who broke the vows met.

As they gazed at each other, countless snowflakes fell in front of their eyes and turned into phantoms of rain.

So, no further ado.

This is a gift from heaven, a rare opponent.

Just smile.

With gratitude, he raised his fists, drew his blade, gambled on life and death, and fought here.

Until the winner is decided.

Until—Fun is all over!

At that moment, Huangquan Hirasaka, everyone suddenly realized and raised their heads.

A glimpse of an apparition that doesn't exist here.

It's raining?

But the sky was empty.

Only something intangible fell one after another.

When you raise your hand and take it, you can feel the coldness of this illusion.

It's snow......

When they closed their eyes, they could hear the roar of swords from the distant sound of snow and wind.

Also, thunder for the second time.

"Drummer?"

Huai Shi suddenly looked up, stared at the ceiling above her head, and felt the chirping of the sky, it was such a familiar rhythm, almost carved into instinct.

The echo in the heavenly dome spread, like an invisible five fingers clenched, turning the sky into an iron fist.

Thunder swagger!

Immediately afterward, a high-pitched chirp completely cut everything apart, and the wind and snow disappeared without a trace, soaring high in the sky like a majestic mountain breaking through the clouds.

Reign over all things.

Huai Shi can feel that the far-reaching and lonely spirit echoes in the sound of the chirping, which makes people feel indescribable oppression.

During the banquet, Hisakawa trembled excitedly, "This is the teacher's sword of the heavenly city!"

Now, between heaven and earth, in the midst of this too narrow border, a great spirit rises from the mountains, like giants wrestling, trampling the earth, dancing the sky, turning the mountains and stars into their own weapons.

When they collide with each other, they set off a storm in the world.

Huai Shi closed her eyes and had already merged into the vast symphony.