Pei Min was originally silent, and under the seduction of Meng Lang's driver, he still didn't have anything to say. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The driver was also amused, and while driving, he didn't look back and said, "It's okay not to go to the tavern, there is a spare bottle in the back seat of the back, you can drink it yourself." It's not a short road, and let's go. ”

Pei Min was idle and bored, and opened the tray in the middle of the back seat, and sure enough, a brown-red potbelly bottle poked there. He picked it up and turned it around, but saw that there were three calligraphy fonts written on the trademark - "Songzhumei".

"Imported from the Celestial Empire?" he was a little suspicious.

"Oh, no. The driver was happy, "This is the sake brand of the old Fushimi factory, which is not a high-end product, but it is very popular." The Fuso Islands have always admired the culture of the Celestial Empire, so many old brands have applied the old concept. Fortunately, everyone can understand these words, after all, our culture is of the same origin. ”

Pei Min's eyes narrowed, "How do you know that I am from the Celestial Empire, and my Fusang dialect has an accent?"

The driver patted the steering wheel proudly, "It's pure experience! The taxi has been driving for a long time, and it is accurate at a glance." Look at you—" He glanced back from the rearview mirror.

"Sitting there, the golden knife of Malaysia does not bring his knees together, and although he chooses words and sentences, although he is grammatical, he has no honorifics. Be wary of me but do not hide his indifferent expression, na, this is the most exposed, you must know that the people of Fusang are used to telling beautiful lies, no matter how slanderous they are, they must be polite. Therefore, there is a kind of study class on the street, which is dedicated to teaching people to practice mind reading, that is, judging the true intention of the other party from micro-expressions and body language. As for the language itself, it has lost its exact ideographic function......"

The taxi got on the highway, and the driver stepped on the accelerator and immediately soared to 140 miles, and the speed of the car was still rising in a straight line.

Pei Min was not afraid, but he was really worried about the future life of this master, so he persuaded him, "Don't be too anxious. ”

The driver didn't appreciate it, "Now, look on the left, that's the Shinkansen." The train on the track can run to about two hundred and seven in this section, we can fight it and see who is faster!"

Where is such a madman?" Pei Min smiled bitterly and shook his head and cursed.

So I didn't dissuade it anymore, but just chatted with each other.

He started in the Celestial Empire, ended in the Tang Dynasty, and was reborn in Danyuan. This trip was the first time I walked in the 21st century, and the first stop was Fuso, which is highly developed in modern society.

The car is old, but it is extremely fast. After Hikone and Nakatsugawa, passing through Iida, we turned around at Spear and continued east......

"In my opinion, you don't look like a local. The two in the car were still talking.

"Oh, what do you mean by that?" the driver was interested.

"First of all, you are tall, you have a dark complexion, and your hair is unkempt, and secondly, you are unscrupulous in your manners, and you are drinking in a taxi...... These are not in line with the traditional impression of Fusang's rather rigorous folk customs. ”

"Hahahaha...... "The driver was so happy that he almost smashed the steering wheel.

"You're right, I'm a renegade Fuso. When he said this, he suddenly stopped laughing, and there was a long silence.

Pei Min stared at his big hand holding the steering wheel, and suddenly his heart moved.

"Master, is that Mt. Fuji over there?"

"That's right. ”

"I've changed my mind, let's go around there first. ”

"You don't need to get close, you have to be far away to get the whole picture, and the beauty needs to be generated by distance. ”

"No, you listen to me, let's just go for a while. ”

Taxis exit the highway at the Kofu exit and turn onto the national highway. The trail here is winding, but the view is extremely open, as there are not many hills, only Mt. Fuji stands out.

Eventually, the car stopped at the bottom of the mountain. It was in the pre-dawn darkness, with huge mountains exposed in the starlight, and the snow-capped whiteheads on the summits were majestic.

The two got out of the car and looked up, the spring was cold, and the driver exhaled a long white breath and stretched a big lazy waist-

"How magnificent!" he sighed, "I have passed through this place countless times, and I have been impressed by it. An old friend once wrote such a poem: Cyclamen come to the top of the clouds, and the dragon inhabits the abyss in the old cave. The snow is like a sink, the smoke is like a handle, and the white fan hangs upside down in the East China Sea and the sky -- you listen, the white fan hangs upside down in the East China Sea and the sky! Isn't it a portrayal of the victory in front of you......

Pei Min has been in the Tang Dynasty for half his life, but he has not learned any rhetoric. At this moment, somehow, he suddenly came to poetry, but he muttered in a deep voice:

"When hibernating

You are like a parasol

Shy in the clouds

Once erupted

It's the devil

The thief is bright in the smoke of gunpowder

Bloody steel helmet!"

After a while, the driver gradually recovered from the shock.

Although modern poetry is not neat, it is far better than simply writing ancient scenes. He muttered to himself, "This verse reminds me of the ...... of war that shouldn't have been."

Pei Min stared at him, raised his legs and left, "Come, you and I will talk about it on the top of the mountain." ”

He couldn't help but say, throwing off his unique body and flying upward, the stride was not large, but it was extremely fast. The driver was stunned for a moment, then smiled, took out a plain linen robe from the trunk and changed it, and followed.

The strange thing is that this person is not timid, and has always kept a distance of 100 meters behind Pei Min, looking at his body style, he is obviously also a top practitioner!

Both of them have a long breath, like wild cranes, climbing in a straight line. Rao was like this, and it took half an hour to finally reach the top of the mountain. This is a miracle for ordinary climbers. It should be known that this is the first peak of Fuso at an altitude of more than 3,000 meters!

There was no obstacle, and the wind blew fiercely.

Granular snow chips were swept up by the wind, rustling the plackets of their clothes.

Inside the wide crater, snow falls, covering all the black ash.

With a diameter of more than 800 meters and a depth of 200 meters, it is like a large football field, surrounded by natural ring stands.

Unfortunately, not a single spectator was present......

Pei Min stood at the highest point, looked down at the crater, was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "You and I, right here, let's fight it." ”

The driver was stunned for a moment, then smiled again. "Sometimes a hit has to happen, but how can the opponent miss it? What I want to ask is, how do you know that I am from the martial arts?"

"Your hands. Pei Min said coldly, "When cultivation reaches the realm, the murderous aura can be concealed but not revealed." But your hand has been holding a sword for years, and it has left an indelible mark. ”

The driver looked down at his hands, "...... I see. I thought that after abandoning the sword for many years, there was no trace. ”

The two of them slowly stepped down into their mouths, one person at the other, standing still in the snow.

The eastward man clenched his fists, "Celestial Empire, Pei Min." ”

It is considered to break the convention and report the name in advance. He didn't have this rule originally, and always spoke with a knife first.

The westward bowed slightly, "Fuso, Miyamoto Musashi." ”

When the two heard each other's names, their breaths fluctuated. It's not fear, it's excitement. The excitement of a martial artist in the face of a once-in-a-lifetime good opponent.

The Tang Dynasty Sword Saint, who was recorded in history, finally met the same legendary chief swordsman of Fuso at the top of Mount Fuji. Both of them felt that every cell around them was hustle, and their adrenaline hormones soared to the extreme.

Pei Min took out the dark and dumb Type 99 paratrooper knife from his back waist, slowly raised it in his hand, and a cloud of gray evil qi was released, which actually condensed in the violent wind.

"This is my knife, what about yours?"

"Oh?" Miyamoto Musashi was surprised, "Actually...... The famous Sword Saint of the Celestial Empire actually ...... It seems that there are many errors in the world, and most of the history books cannot be trusted. ”

He looked down and walked left and right, picking up a titanium trekking pole left behind by the climber. With a hard wave, "Well, yes, it's pretty sturdy." ”

"You use this?" Pei Min was even more surprised.

"yes," Miyamoto apologized, "it's not that I'm disrespectful. I've been abandoning swords for a long time, but martial arts have grown rapidly. So don't keep your hands, for to me, a dead branch is no different from a knife. ”

After speaking, he pressed a flat horse sideways, his head and hips were vertical, his head was tilted, and he locked the other party with the trekking pole in his hand through the empty fingers.

Seeing that his attitude was sincere, Pei Min also put away his suspicion. With his shoulders relaxed and lowered, he carried the short knife and walked towards his opponent step by step......

Dawn.

At this moment, the sun in the east pierced the horizon with the first golden glow.

Pei Min accelerated.

He happened to be facing the rising sun, and his body was covered in warm colors, like a cloud of fire sweeping towards his target.

There's no need to blink a timer, because there's no time to blink.

For Miyamoto Musashi, it is not so much that Pei Min moved, but that the knife has arrived.

But he didn't have a knife in his eyes, only Pei Min's shoulder. He is well versed in martial arts, and he is familiar with the pull of every muscle in the human shoulder, which will reveal the exact intention of the front of the arm in advance.

It's too late to see the knife and seal the knife, so you can only predict.

Smack-

As the trekking poles slashed, there was a crisp sound in the air, not like a sword clash, but more like a whip whistling from a soft whip.

The sound is not loud and briefly harsh.

Pei Min was like a ghost, retreating as soon as he touched it, and returned to his original position in an instant.

"Sure enough, Jianhao!" he agreed slightly, "You didn't get me close......"

Miyamoto Musashi opened this attack, without a drop of sweat, but shivered with cold. "Saoga - what a strong evil spirit!"

The ash emitted by Pei Min transmitted a biting chill with the brief moment when the two weapons met, and it was far better than the wind chill on the top of Mount Fuji.

Miyamoto's meridians were slightly blocked, and he hurriedly calmed down and breathed.

Pei Min was unusual, there was no serial pounce. He stood ten meters away and pondered for a moment, then said, "It's funny, you and I are both swordsmen, but neither have swords. However, whether it is my sword or your staff, there is no doubt that it will be a sword. ”

"Yes. Miyamoto agreed, "Pei Sang, why is your sword intent full of grievances? That kind of heart-wrenching feeling...... I've fought a thousand battles, and this is the first time I've encountered it. ”

Pei Min nodded, "Because my knife is a Horcrux." There's a powerful yin spirit inside the blade - be careful, I'm coming again. ”

A gentleman knows before he fights, which is really a taboo for professional killers.

But today, Pei Min needs a dignified victory, on Mount Fuji.

This is the long-cherished wish of a veteran of the Celestial Empire.

As he spoke, Chaoyang arched half of his body and inlaid a circle of gold on the upper edge of the crater. The sunlight was like a magic wand, extinguishing the howling wind of the night, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

Pei Min's back Achilles tendon tendon was tense, and it swept again!

Into his arms – that's his standard style of play.

An inch is short, an inch is dangerous, sacrificing one's life to seek death, and harvesting one's life does not look at the sky.

How could Miyamoto let him get his wish? This big man had all the hairs on his body, and his sideburns were like steel needles, all full of fighting intent.

He also instantly entered a state of rage, his right wrist trembled, and he shook a titanium trekking pole into spaghetti.

The sky was full of sword shadows, mixed with a little dull black light.

Zheng Zheng Zheng Zheng ...... Eighteen hits in a row.

Pei Min advanced an inch, Miyamoto retreated an inch, and after a series of explosions, the two of them could be displaced to the east by one foot and eight inches.

Every blow is a thrilling inch. Life and death are only a fraction of a centimeter.

Pei Min was exhausted, and he retreated again.

Miyamoto lowered his head and took a closer look, the quality of that trekking pole was good, and with the blessing of his sword qi, he actually withstood the shocking combo.

"Happy!" he laughed, "it's my turn—"

Before the words fell, Miyamoto Musashi's tiger body shook, and the plain linen robe that he had temporarily changed into swelled up, resembling a big leather ball.

He handed over the weapon to his left hand, his feet did not leave the ground, and he continued to cross rapidly like thunder, rubbing the snow mist to both sides.

In the middle of this white wave, he was like a mad tiger, rushing straight in front of his opponent and slashing with his sword.

At this moment, the trekking pole has completely turned into a Sensen Tai knife, and its trajectory is not a straight split, but a snake-shaped zigzag, but the speed has not decreased.

The four words "Okawa no Python-" burst out of Miyamoto's mouth, like a spell, adding seven points of power to the sword.

It stands to reason that when offense and defense change hands, they must first avoid their edge.

But Pei Min doesn't!

In his eyes, both advance and retreat are opportunities.