In Japan, it is spring, and the mountains are verdant and gorgeous. At the foot of Mt. Fuji, cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

"The sword of the Shuren, the unkempt sideburns, the hanging crown, the tassel of the manhu, the clothes of the short back, are blind and difficult to speak. Hit each other in front, cut off the neck collar up, and cut the liver and lungs ......"

A group of young monks are quietly listening to a lecture by an old monk who sits on a boulder with sparkling eyes. These people were all monks from Daigoji Temple, and when they came to climb Mt. Fuji, the old monk Venerable Xiu Feng also explained the practice of kendo to them.

Speaking of Master Hufeng, except for the fact that some people in this area often mention, his reputation is not loud. Because he is different from most of the monks in Daigo, he believes that all dharmas are silent, and monks should live in seclusion in the mountains and cultivate their lives. Therefore, I often leave Daigo Temple and go to the mountains to practice. Although most monks did not agree with his philosophy, everyone who followed him felt sincere admiration from the bottom of their hearts.

What is less known is that he became famous at a young age and was skilled in swordsmanship, but he was only defeated by the sword of Tsukahara Buden of Kashima Shrine. After traveling to the Ming Dynasty to learn swords for eight years, eight years later returned to fight with Tsukahara Buchuan, although the result is unknown, but it shows that its swordsmanship has reached a higher level.

Therefore, in addition to teaching Buddhism, Venerable Xiu Feng also expounds on kendo here every spring.

A young monk stood up and said respectfully, "Master, I have heard that your sword can stab flies outside the rest of the country in an instant, I wonder if Master can let me wait to open my eyes?"

As soon as he said this, all the monks looked interested.

At this time, a gust of wind blew, and the cherry blossom trees swayed and the petals withered. Master Xiu Feng gently broke off a branch, flicked it casually, and drew a white line in the air with a "whoosh".

"Where?"

Someone let out an exclamation, and the branch that shot out seemed to be gone. The monks looked around, and they exchanged their heads and ears, but no one could see where the branch was.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, and the sight was a white dress, cold and snowy. This man was dressed differently from all the monks, and the sleeves of his clothes were tightly fitted, without a trace of cumbersomeness. His face was pale, and the only black glow was his eyes, which were as cold as a black hole without a trace of emotion.

He walked slowly, and it seemed that the temperature had dropped a lot.

"Big brother!"

This person obviously has long hair and does not dress as a monk, but these monks call him a senior brother. Yanagi Yiming is said to be the first disciple accepted by Master Xiu Feng when he traveled to the Ming Dynasty.

Yanagi Kazuna didn't seem to want to waste a bit of strength, and his pace was not hurried or slow, but it was extremely steady. If one weighs it closely, they will be surprised to find that the distance he walks is the same length and the same amount of time.

Stopped, he stopped, and actually made a similar movement as Master Xiufeng. It's just that one is folded and the other is pulled. When he pulled out a branch full of cherry blossoms, everyone looked at the complete hole in the branch and was amazed.

It turned out that the branch that Master Xiu Feng flew out just now pierced through more than a dozen falling cherry blossoms and inserted it directly into a branch, which was fast and accurate, as if it was growing on it, so the monks never found it.

"You're here?" Master Xiu Feng's expression was very strange, and he had an indescribable feeling.

Yanagi Yiming nodded and replied, "I'm here." When he finished speaking, he remained silent and stood there quietly.

After hearing what he said, Master Xiufeng's expression returned to naturalness, and he said to the monks: "You also saw it just now, although I have not practiced swordsmanship for a long time, my swordsmanship has not been unfamiliar at all. Some people may ask, why is this, so now I will tell you the biggest sword training secret in my life. ”

After speaking, all the monks were in high spirits, and no one expected that this time the master would tell the biggest secret of his sword practice.

I only heard Master Xiu Feng continue: "I give a lecture every spring, and every time I talk about some ancient Ming texts, do you know why?"

Without waiting for others to answer, he said to himself: "Practicing the sword is the way of enlightenment, and learning is the mind." Only sincerity is sincerity, and sincerity is sword sincerity. ”

After speaking, he waved his wide round long sleeves, "Let's go back!"

Although the monks were still thinking hard about Master Xiufeng's words, when they saw him expel the guests, they gave salutes and retired, and no one dared to disobey. After a while, all the monks left one by one, and in the entire cherry blossom forest, only Yanagi Yiming and Master Xiu Feng remained.

The two looked at each other for a long time, silent, and let the flowers fly.

"-groan-"

Liu Sheng drew his sword and said coldly: "Look at the sword!"

In an instant, it was as if thunder light came out of the ground, the sword light was blazing white, and the falling flowers in the sky were divided into two by the invisible sword qi.

Master Xiu Feng could only retreat, how long had it been since he felt such a hot sword intent. When Tsukahara Bu was rumored to have met Yagyu Kazumei, he said that he would be better than blue in the future. This time, Master Xiu Feng also had to go all out, and the two were no longer masters and disciples at this time, but enemies of life and death.

This is not ruthlessness and unrighteousness, but the sympathy between swordsmen and swordsmen.

The boulder under Master Hugh Feng's feet cracked a deep crack, he had already jumped up, his long sleeves showed a miserable white, no one knew that what he was best at was actually a sword in his sleeve, shorter and thinner, and his swordsmanship was naturally more tricky and fast, like a poisonous snake that chose people to devour.

And each sword of Yanagi Yiming was also extremely fierce, fast and fierce, as if every sword was like thunder, which shocked the people who fought with him.

The cherry blossoms withered one by one, and both of them were hidden in the sword light, shuttling back and forth in the rain of flowers, on this day, Master Xiu Feng waited for eight years, and Yagyu Kazumei was also lonely in Mt. Fuji for eight years for this day.

Every spring, Venerable Xiu Feng gives lectures here, not only for the sake of practice, but also to wait for the challenge of Yagyu Kazumei.

When the eagle flaps its wings, it has to give up everything in order to soar to the sky.

The swordsman has never been the only one. Only in loneliness and loneliness can you swing your sword to split the night and shine.

And apparently, Yagyu Kazuaki did it. Trees fell and cracked in the sword light, and cherry blossoms crushed into dust, and Yagyu Kazumei finally practiced invincible swordsmanship after eight years of penance in the face of loneliness. At this moment, he is the God of the Sword, the God of the Sword.

Sword after sword, like the wind coming and going in the rain, let him Master Xiu Feng be as light as a petrel, and he will drown him.

After Master Xiu Feng and Yanagi Yiming fought, he immediately knew that his apprentice had indeed become a teacher, and he was very relieved in his heart. After hundreds of moves, he gradually felt exhausted, and hurriedly retreated for a while, and finally escaped from Liu Mingsheng's sword light range.

He was about to withdraw his sword and admit defeat, not wanting Yagyu Kazumei's sword to be more swift and piercing his left chest directly.

At that moment, he was both sad and relieved.

"You...... You're still ...... Can't put it ...... No ......," Master Xiu Feng said the last sentence intermittently, and then fell to the ground with a bang.

Yanagi Yiming held the long sword, and the white cherry blossom petals fell on his face, causing a touch of tears, and then fell on the sword, stained red with blood.

Suddenly, a slightly familiar female voice sounded in my ears: "Liu Shengjun...... Yanagi ...... You're awake......"

Liu Mingsheng opened his eyes and was stunned to find that he was lying on the bed.

Looking at the delicate and handsome face in front of him, his expression was slightly stunned. He closed his eyes again, and instead of thinking about Mt. Fuji in his mind, he was thinking about a fiery red figure.

He vaguely remembered that the figure was obviously in a desperate situation, and suddenly disappeared into the endless void, not only dodging his mortal swords, but what shocked him even more was that there seemed to be a bright moon rising from the ground in front of him, and the immeasurable brilliance flooded the heavens and the earth.

If he hadn't met Zhang Songxi, he might have just sat still.

And along the way, in this endless brilliance, the resentment contained in his body for eighteen years also turned into flames.

Then, Liu Mingsheng didn't remember it at all.

What he didn't know was that he had just mastered the sword intent, and under the persecution of Yao Mingyue's sword intent, his mind was overwhelmed and he passed out.

"Liu Shengjun, are you better?" the woman couldn't help but look worried as she watched him open and close her eyes. At this time, the door was opened, and a slightly old voice sounded: "Miss, the ginseng soup you want is ready." Seeing her trotting over and taking the soup bowl in her hand, the old man couldn't help but say anxiously: "Be careful of burning your hands." ”

"Got it. The woman smiled, and felt that the soup bowl in her hand was really hot, so she hurriedly put it aside on the table to cool down. The old man glanced at Liu Mingsheng on the bed and retreated.

"Sakurako, why are you here?" Liu Mingsheng struggled to sit up, but he didn't want the woman to feed him, it would be too weak.

This woman was none other than Sakurako Sakagami, the daughter of Hidehide Sakagami, a friend he had just met in Japan. It's just that later, in order to take revenge, he devoted himself to sword cultivation. didn't know that Sakurako Sakagami had long since rejected the marriage arranged by his father and chose to become a priest.

"They all said you killed ......," Sakurako Sakagami said with some hesitation, "I am very worried about you when I kill Master Xiufeng." Later, I met Kitahara Shijin of Hizen Country, and I learned that you went to sea to Daming. ”

Sakurako Sakagami looked at Liu Mingsheng's face full of tenderness: "Yanagi-kun, I just want to meet you." ”

Liu Mingsheng's expression suddenly changed, and he said: "Sakurako, you know, I killed my master, I am not Japanese, and I am not called Yanagi Yiming, my name is Liu Mingsheng now, and I am from the Ming Dynasty." Go back, the people here hate you. ”

Sakurako Sakagami was stunned for a moment, and her eyes were full of sadness.

"Miss. The old man outside the door couldn't help but open the door when he heard Liu Mingsheng's shouting.

"Uncle Gong Xing, you go out first, I'm fine. Sakurako Sakagami waved her hand, and didn't seem to hear what Liu Mingsheng said just now, so she turned away, wiped away the tears that were about to fall, and said softly: "Mingsheng-kun, the ginseng soup that someone cooked for you is no longer hot, I'll bring it to you." ”

Liu Mingsheng hurriedly got out of bed, feeling that he didn't seem to be injured except for fatigue and lack of energy.

Sakurako Sakagami saw him get out of bed, and he didn't care about serving the soup, so he hurriedly came up to help him. saw Liu Mingsheng take her hand away and said, "Why am I here?"

"You...... I saw that you were hurt, so I begged her to let you go, she was a good person. ”

But it was Sakurako Sakagami who heard the news that the man in white had appeared in Sword Casting Villa, and when she hurried over, she happened to bump into Liu Mingsheng, who was fighting with Yao Mingyue. It was she who pleaded with Yao Mingyue, and it happened to be her, otherwise Yao Mingyue would not have spared Liu Mingsheng's life.

What Sakurako Sakagami didn't know was that Yao Mingyue had seen her at the foot of Tiantai Mountain, and lamented that there were many infatuated lovers in the world.

And Yao Mingyue, a good person that Sakurako Sakagami thinks, was sitting in front of the bronze mirror in a daze at this time, from morning to dusk, during which Bai Yujing was calling outside, and she didn't go out. Yao Mingyue in the mirror is no different from usual, except that there are dozens of silver wires of different lengths on the dressing table in front of the bronze mirror.

It was found on Yao Mingyue's head when she was combing her hair in the morning, and she found them one by one and pulled them out one by one.

When she had finished pulling out the silver threads, she seemed to have lost all her strength. Except for Bai Yujing's reply to him when he was about to break in, he was silent and sat still.

In my ears, my mind was full of a person's voice: "You forcibly used the Taixuan Sutra, and you were seriously injured, so you came to Si." If you can practice the Heart Sutra with me, you will be able to solve the misfortune of the Taixuan Sutra. But you must remember that although the Heart Sutra has the miraculous effect of seizing heaven and earth, after all, manpower is invincible to the number of days, and it is not the method of eternal life. Unless it is absolutely necessary, we must not waste our minds any more, and when the time comes, we will be exhausted, and we will surely repeat the tragedy of today......"

She vaguely remembered that she was full of prosperity at that time, and it was not until last year that she gradually returned to her original appearance. With a long sigh, Yao Mingyue waved his long sleeves, and those silver threads dissipated. Pushing open the door, the remnant sun was like blood, and it was almost dusk.