Yanagi Shibei returned from Nakatsu, angry and anxious, and seriously injured, and he was old, and he just returned to Fuso Fuji Mountain and fell ill.

Yanagi Shibei knew that his time was short, he thought of the innocent Chinese people who died tragically under his sword, his heart was full of self-blame and guilt, and he finally found his conscience, and began to sincerely repent every day and reflect on his mistakes.

In order to prevent the "Beheading Sword Technique" and the Grass Pheasant Sword from being passed on to people with ulterior motives and doing evil, Yagyu Shibei wrapped the sword technique and the Grass Pheasant Sword in oilcloth and buried them next to the crater of Mt. Fuji.

He was worried that future generations would get the secret sword, practice swordsmanship, and continue to invade China, so he wrote a warning on the last page of swordsmanship not to set foot in the Central Plains.

After Yagyu Shibei had done everything, he leaned against the pillar in the courtyard, staring intently at the sunset in the distance, and let out a long sigh, his life was about to die like the sunset at dusk.

Yagyu Jubei's breathing became lighter and lighter, as if he looked at his father and mother and the sky smiled and waved at him. Liu Sheng Shibei shouted a few times, but he couldn't make a sound, he stretched out his hand with all his strength, and suddenly his body was crooked, and he fell to the ground, and a generation of martial arts masters has since fallen.

Seven or eight days after Yagyu Jubei died, his body was found by a nearby woodcutter who was chopping wood, and by this time Yanagi Jubei's body had begun to stink and rot.

The people in the vicinity were overwhelmed with grief when they learned that the great hero who killed the Eight Miscellaneous Snakes had passed away, and they came to pay tribute to this good man who died alone and had no children for the people of the world.

The coffin made of fine cherry blossom wood was placed inside, and the Yagyu Jubei was buried at the foot of Mt. Fuji, where the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

With the company of the holy mountain of Fusang and the national flower, Yanagi Shibei will not be lonely, and his spirit in the sky should also smile at Jiuquan.

When Emperor Fuso learned of the death of Yagyu Shibei, he wept as if he were mourning. In recognition of the great merit of Yanagi Shibei in killing the Yaqi Orochi and saving Fuso's destruction, the emperor put on sackcloth straw sandals and personally carried the coffin for Yanagi Shibei Dai Xiao, and after Yanagi Shibei was buried, the emperor built a grass hut next to the tomb of Yanagi Shibei and guarded filial piety for Yanagi Shibei for three years, just like a son treats his father.

On the day of Yagyu Jubei's burial, hundreds of thousands of people in Nara came to see him off, and the cry shook the entire Mt. Fuji. For the people of Fuso, the death of Yagyu Shibei was no less than a ten-magnitude earthquake.

The Emperor himself carved on the tombstone of Yagyu Jubei:

"There is only one king in heaven and the world

Fight all over the Three Kingdoms throughout the ages!"

These twenty-two words of comment may be the best evaluation of this great martial arts master who cannot be described in words.

After the death of Yanagi Shibei, the "Sword Technique of Cutting Off the Head" was lost, and there was no such excellent samurai as Yanagi Shibei in Fuso Martial Arts, and Fuso Martial Arts began to go to a low point.

Thirty years in the east of the river, thirty years in the west of the river.

In the blink of an eye, more than 300 years have passed, and many of the Fusang martial arts have been lost, and most of the rest are crude.

China, across the sea, had entered the Eastern Han Dynasty at this time.

The reigning Emperor Zhang of the Han Dynasty was a Ming monarch, who was benevolent and won the hearts of the people, and the people in the martial arts were quite satisfied with him.

At this time, the Buddhist White Horse Temple has been rooted in Middle-earth for more than 30 years, exquisite, and the profound martial arts of the White Horse Temple have gradually spread in Middle-earth, injecting a fresh blood into the Central Plains martial arts. The Central Plains Martial Arts ushered in a rare spring in the history of martial arts, and there were dozens of top masters in the Guangwu Peak Realm, and there were even more first-class masters in the Wushan Realm like dogs.

The Fuso warriors had to admit that they also had to face the rise of Chinese martial arts, and China's martial arts were much stronger than theirs. Since the death of the great master Liu Sheng Shibei three hundred years ago, Mo said that he was the top master of the Wufeng Realm, and even the first-class masters of the Wushan Realm were pitiful. Most of the sword techniques, swordsmanship, and internal strength secrets are crude and unbearable, and they are not upper-level martial arts.

Fusang began to send a large number of envoys to the Eastern Han Dynasty to learn advanced techniques, including martial arts. The emperor of the Eastern Han Dynasty was very happy, rewarded a large number of goods, seeds, porcelain, martial arts secrets, etc., and sent the envoys back.

The envoy brought the Chinese martial arts secrets back to Fusang, and with a slight change, they became their own martial arts secrets, and the Fusang martial arts began to change.

In Fuso Nara Castle, there was a wealthy merchant named Yamaguchi Nobunaga, whose family was rich and rivaled the country.

Although Yamaguchi Nobunaga has a fortune, he has always had one thing that is not happy. He is sixty years old, but he has no children or daughters under his knees, and his heart is really miserable.

One night, he dreamed that the god of sunshine came to their house and kissed his wife, and the bodily fluids of the god flowed into her body, and the god told him that he would have a wise and healthy son.

Yamaguchi Nobunaga was startled and woke up, and when he told his wife that his wife's dream was the same as his, the two were very surprised and agreed that it was the god of sunshine who had appeared.

Sure enough, after that night, his wife became pregnant, and ten months later, she gave birth to a white and chubby son, whom Yamaguchi Nobunaga named Yamaguchi Rizhao.

Elder Nobu Yamaguchi came to have a son, and naturally he was very doting on his son and obedient.

Yamaguchi Rizhao has developed a willful and unreasonable character since he was a child, often bullying neighbor children, beating and scolding servants and maids, and everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak.

When Yamaguchi Rizhao was eighteen years old, Yamaguchi Nobunaga and his wife both returned to the west, leaving a huge family property to Yamaguchi Rizhao.

Yamaguchi Rizhao has money, has nothing to do every day, idleness, does not produce, only knows how to have fun. During the day, he gambled and drank with a group of fox friends and dogs, stayed in a brothel in Qinglou at night, and died of drunken dreams.

In less than two years, the Yamaguchi family's family business was ruined by Yamaguchi's sunshine, the house and land became someone else's, and his fox friends and dog friends also left him.

Yamaguchi Rizhao didn't know much craftsmanship, and there was no way to make money, so he had to wear a broken felt hat, carry a burning stick, and beg along the street.

Most of the inhabitants of Nara Castle knew Yamaguchi Hisho and were so disgusted with this gentleman who used to be so domineering and not doing good deeds that they refused to give him food, and even worse, let out dogs to bite him.

Yamaguchi Rizhao tasted the suffering of the world and regretted his ruined behavior very much, but it was too late to go back.

Yamaguchi Rizhao often can't get food, and when he is hungry, he is forced to grab dog food with the dog, and the dog is of course not happy, and often bites Yamaguchi Rizhao all over his body.

At noon on this day, Yamaguchi Hikoru came to Nara Castle to beg as usual, and everywhere he went, no one was willing to give him a little leftovers.

Yamaguchi Rizhao's stomach growled with hunger, and suddenly a burst of fragrance reached his nose. Yamaguchi Rizhao was refreshed, looking along the fragrance, it turned out to be a steamed bun shop, steaming on the steamer, steaming, fragrant, Yamaguchi Rizhao couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he hadn't eaten for three days, he was so hungry that his eyes were full of stars, and he couldn't even walk steadily.

The two guys at the bun shop were busy greeting customers, and the steamer was unattended. Yamaguchi Rizhao Ghost stretched out his hands, grabbed two large buns, and stuffed them into his mouth.

Unexpectedly, it was discovered by the bun shop guys, and the two guys brandished a rolling pin and beat the mountain pass Rizhao.

It hit the mountain pass and rolled in the sun, and the ghost cried and howled.

The onlookers couldn't bear it in their hearts, and persuaded: "Two little brothers, forget it, it's just two buns, this little beggar is pitiful, forget it!"

"Poor people must have something to hate, this little Hanako comes to steal buns to eat every day, it is really hateful, I have to break his dog's leg today!" said a fellow with a rolling pin, viciously.

Lying on the ground, Yamaguchi Rizhao was shocked, jumped up, and ran away without a trace.

The guy was so angry that he scolded: "Little devil cub, if you dare to run, I'll let the dog bite you to death!" As soon as the guy whistled, the two big yellow dogs pounced on him violently, and they bit at the mountain pass sunshine.

Biting straight into the mountain pass, the flesh and blood flew in the sun, and the blood was dripping, and he fell in a pool of blood, screaming loudly.

The crowd of onlookers was afraid that someone would die, so they persuaded again: "Forget it! If you bite it any longer, this kid will die!"

"Hmph, let him go for the time being!" the man snorted, and as soon as he whistled, the two big yellow dogs wagged their tails again and ran back.

Yamaguchi's sun was full of flesh and blood, and there was pain everywhere, and he knew that if he stayed here any longer, he would have to die.

Yamaguchi Rizhao endured the pain in his heart, got up from the pool of blood, and limped out of the city, dragging a red line of blood behind him.

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