The huge dojo, thousands of Japanese samurai, looking at this man like a god and a demon, the complex meaning in their hearts is really indescribable.

As a martial artist, I am overjoyed to see such a master, what is more joyful than seeing the dream I have always dreamed of appearing in front of me?

As a Japanese, what is more sad than seeing that there is another peerless martial artist in China, who single-handedly subdues the entire Japanese martial arts community?

Qin Mu looked at their blank eyes that didn't even know how to express their hatred, feeling the confusion, horror and depression of the thousands of people on the field, knowing that they would definitely not dare to make a move today.

He didn't say much, just walked slowly towards Tang Zichen, but Tang Zichen stepped forward quickly, holding his arm, and the two went out together.

Everyone in the field, looking at the figure of the two leaving side by side, couldn't tell whether it was anger, relaxation, or depression.

Iga Yuan, since his arms were broken by Qin Mu, knew that he had failed and was able to live, but it was just Qin Mu's mercy to hold his belief in martial arts, and he did not make another move.

He looked around and saw that both the older generation of grandmasters and those disciples who were meditating had lost their divine light in their eyes, and they had lost their firmness as martial artists. Seeing him, one of his disciples trembled and asked, "Master, is there really such a terrible man in the world? Martial arts, can it really reach such heights?

But seeing that Iga Yuan smiled as if self-deprecatingly, he said: "Although Zhang Jun is strong, what he did today is already beyond the reach of non-human beings, if my guess is right, he is already seriously injured at this time." ”

When everyone heard this, they were shocked and shocked, and they heard a grandmaster who had just stopped out of fear suddenly stood up and yelled at him: "Baga, why didn't you say it earlier, if you know that this is the case, we will fight for our lives, and we will also get rid of this threat for my Yamato nation." Iga-kun, you are a sinner in Japan!"

Iga Yuan didn't seem to be angry at his words at all, he still raised his head, looked at the rainy and hazy sky, as if talking to himself, as if explaining, and said: "The woman who has been standing at the door is also a master no less than Zhang Wei, if she hadn't intentionally made a move, I'm afraid even I wouldn't know." ”

After hearing this, the man didn't believe it, and kept saying: "Impossible, impossible, how can there be so many geniuses in Zhina!"

Iga Yuan no longer paid attention to him, but continued to talk to himself: "I am indeed a sinner in Japan, and the Japanese martial arts that my ancestors handed over to me are cut off today!"

I saw that his face suddenly turned red, his chest rose and fell for a while, and after a while, there was no life in his eyes, and the people around him saw it, and they all understood that the number one master in Japan had committed suicide.

But when he saw Iga Yuan looking up at the sky, the rain hit his face, he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears, his face was depressed, and his face was hopeless. His disciples were all sitting beside him, and when they saw him commit suicide, they all rushed forward impatiently, but they heard him murmur, "I really miss the eel rice made by my mother." When they heard this, they couldn't help but shed tears.

Yi Heyuan already knew in his heart that if he said that he wanted to leave Qin Mu today, it would be almost impossible under the threat of Tang Zichen.

The only thing he could do was perhaps to say some kind of motivational slogan to boost the morale of those present and not let the Japanese warriors live in fear.

But he didn't say anything, just used death to atone for his sin of not being able to defend Japanese martial arts.

Iga Genta understands that if he says something more today, he may be praised by everyone, he may be able to enter the Yasukuni Shrine, and he may be able to boost the morale of Japan, but he cannot deny what Qin Mu said to him.

Among the Chinese warriors, geniuses have emerged one after another, but Japan, on the other hand, is not in the green. Today, he once again aroused the hatred in the hearts of the Japanese warriors, and there may be a few new Japanese geniuses, but for them, if they practice martial arts with hatred, can they really defeat a master like Qin Mu again?

Will the Japanese martial arts community, which holds hatred, fight to the death with the Chinese martial arts world because of this, and finally seek its own destruction?

Iga Gen is a martial artist, but he is also proficient in ninja, and he knows that it is better to let the Japanese martial arts community lurk and get through this difficult period in order to plan for the future.

Although, he doesn't know, what happened after this, whether it will be decades or hundreds of years.

But in the Japanese martial arts circles, maybe it's really like this, and maybe, maybe they really have to learn some respect for heaven and fear people.

It's night, the wind and rain are blowing, and the cherry blossoms that bloom everywhere in Jingdong fall overnight.

Qin Mu was helped into the car by Tang Zichen, and finally couldn't help the backblood in his abdominal cavity and vomited on the back seat. Tang Zichen was not surprised, but just asked, "I didn't know that you were such a reckless and desperate person. ”

Qin Mu also smiled and didn't refute, but said: "I'm just too cautious, so I only know the true meaning of martial arts today." ”

Tang Zichen was stunned for a moment, and looked at Qin Mu through the rearview mirror, only to see that his face was dark, but his eyes were blazing, like two burning flames. She couldn't help but ask, "Did you break through?"

When Qin Mu heard this, he grinned and smiled extremely happily: "Yes, I just lit that heart lamp today." ”

However, it is said that Qin Mu's spiritual power is extremely huge, so on weekdays, the practice of martial arts and literature is achieved overnight, and the martial arts of Wing Chun relies on the power of the people's hearts to master the timing of attack and defense, and he has also practiced to an unprecedented situation.

But success is also by it, defeat is also by it, his thoughts are never enough to practice, across the sincerity of Tang Zichen, the artistic conception that can be foreseen has always been a line of separation.

Today's struggle made him truly understand the essence of his own martial arts, and the entire sea of consciousness felt that spiritual power was like a big torch, burning and shining in all directions.

This is the last realm of Wing Chun: a breath and a lamp.

This lamp is not only the lamp of the inheritance of Chinese martial arts, but also the martial artist's clear insight, and then walking on the road of martial arts, is like holding a lamp, no longer doubting, no longer lost.

But I heard Qin Mu say softly in the back seat: "My martial arts is originally the right way and goes straight, I know what I can't do, and I have to understand it between life and death today." ”

When Tang Zichen heard this, he looked at the corners of his mouth that were still upturned with bloodstains, and he also laughed slowly.

The two returned to their residence, Qin Mu was seriously injured and couldn't live in this land of tigers and wolves for a long time, so he didn't stay, and drove straight to a port.

There was already a cruise ship from Tangmen waiting, and with the two of them, they immediately set off, and when they arrived in the high seas area, everyone was completely relieved.