April 29, the smoke and rain.

In the suburbs of Tokyo, there is a huge dojo that looks like a temple. On the face of the door hangs a plaque of some years, on which are three large Japanese characters:

Pulpithall.

Kodokan is the largest jiu-jitsu dojo in Japan founded by the famous Japanese jiu-jitsu artist Jigoro Kano during the Meiji Restoration, and it is also a core of Japanese martial arts.

If karate is still a genre dispute, judo, especially modern judo, was almost created and promoted by Jigoro Kano alone, in 1946, Japan as the host country of the Olympic Games, can add a competitive event, the Japanese government will judo competition really pushed to the world stage, since then, judo as a world character fight, popular all over the world. Judo is also the largest martial arts school in Japan.

If you want to describe the status of the preaching hall, it is probably the Shaolin Temple in China.

At noon, it was still drizzling in the sky, and a car with a dark body quietly turned into this quiet landscape, Qin Mu leaned on the window and looked at the surrounding scenery, Tang Zichen also didn't say a word, sat in the driver's seat, and held the steering wheel steadily.

"Look at this beautiful mountain and water, but it's a pity that evil guests like us have come, it's really a bad scenery. Qin Mu suddenly said with a smile.

Since Tang Zichen became familiar with him two days ago, he actually found that this person was a little dark-bellied, and when he heard his pretentious words, he only gave him a roll of his eyes in the rearview mirror.

The two of them came to the door of this preaching hall, and before they could knock on the door, they only heard that the two-meter-high gate opened by itself, and a large passage appeared in front of Qin Mu, leading directly to the inside of the avenue.

The two of them were bold and daring, and they ignored it, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the avenue of the pulpit

As soon as you enter the door, your eyes suddenly open up, and a dojo that looks like a giant gymnasium appears in front of you.

Countless slight breathing sounds came over and fell into Qin Mu's ears one by one. Thousands of people gathered in the entire avenue at this time.

They were divided into several large phalanxes, each with its own uniform costume, kendo, judo, karate, ninja, and even Qin Mu saw a lot of small schools whose names he hadn't heard of before.

They sat on the ground around the huge dojo, and the thousands of people, motionless, all looked solemn.

Thousands of people sat still without making a sound. Although it is quiet, the pressure is unprecedented.

This is not only the people of the Kodokan, but also all the best of the entire Japanese martial arts community.

Seeing Qin Mu walk in, they took out a white turban from their chests and tied it on their heads, with the same three words on it: Yamato soul.

In the face of Qin Mu's strength, this group of warriors gave the answer with silence:

Although the body is destroyed, the martial arts are immortal!

Their entire spirit and temperament seemed to be fused together in the meditation, giving the most resolute resistance to the invading enemy, although they did not say a word, the killing intent on their bodies was expressed without omission from their eyes.

Qin Mu and the others, in the face of this fierce malice, felt as if they had fallen into the Nine Hells, and thousands of evil ghosts were looking at them, eager to eat their flesh and drink their blood.

At this moment, there was a faint singing sound in the house, and I saw dozens of men wearing priest uniforms, gently shaking the magic weapon in their hands, chanting the soul song that Exit Yunlang sang that night.

I saw a man in a white Taoist robe and a Yamato soul turban on his head, walking forward, handing Qin Mu a piece of paper, and said in pure Chinese: "Contemptible Yiheyuan, today I borrow the place of the preaching hall and invite Mr. Zhang to fight!"

Behind him, there was a group of people dressed like him with a sad expression, who also held the document in their hands, bowed together, and handed it to Qin Mu.

Qin Mu looked at it and saw that it was written: "Fair competition, life and death aside." ”

I only heard Iga Yuan continue: "There are sixty-three existing martial arts masters in Japan, please Mr. Zhang for teaching, I will wait for Mr. Zhang to make a move, after a game, if we are unfortunately defeated, when Mr. Zhang is rested, I will be convenient to go out to compete, we have arranged a residence for the two, and there is no limit to the length of time for this competition." ”

"Only when we are lucky to win, or when the collective jade is broken, will it be over. ”

At this time, the thousands of disciples behind him suddenly shouted: "I am waiting for death, Yamato to live! I am waiting for life, Yamato to die!"

Tang Zichen saw this scene, her heart couldn't help but be shocked, she had already tried her best to overestimate the influence of the Japanese bushido spirit on the martial arts, seeing this scene, only to really understand why Japan can from a learner of Chinese civilization, but to become a promoter of the spirit of martial arts, and even now, in the world, the influence of Japanese martial arts is stronger than Chinese martial arts to some extent.

She already knew in her heart that unless Qin Mu could kill everyone in this battle, as long as this martial arts spirit that was coerced out by Qin Mu spread, Japanese martial arts would definitely rise again.

Tang Zichen couldn't help but look at Qin Mu worriedly, such a competition was no longer a competition between people and people, but a duel between a person and a nation.

A person dies and dies, and a nation, as long as it survives, can never be said to be defeated.

But hearing Qin Mu burst out laughing, he said while laughing: "Zi said: 'Where the Tao exists, although there are tens of millions of people, I will go!' Today I finally understand what kind of style this is, since you want to compete, why bother to come one by one!"

After speaking, he picked up the brush handed by Iga Yuan, walked to a white courtyard wall of the dojo, and wrote a few big characters on his wrist, only to see the book:

Life and death are fateful, and the way of heaven is good.

He turned to the people sitting on the ground and said, "If you want to compete with me, just sign this wall, I'll wait!"

After speaking, he wrote the word Zhang Wei again.

Yi Heyuan's face changed greatly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Mr. Zhang is so arrogant, how can he know the strength of one person, how can he be worth thousands of horses?"

Qin Mu suddenly turned his head to look at him, laughed again, and said: "Only you have someone in Japan? If I die today, there will be my descendants in China who will avenge me, and there will be no one generation, and there will be another." Heaven will eventually be rewarded, do you know, how long have I waited for this moment as a Chinese martial artist?"

"The descendants of Yan and Huang, never be ungrateful, never forget revenge, wait until you really atone for the sins of the thousands of dead souls, this blood and tears passed down from generation to generation by Chinese warriors will be drained."

"Don't say much, today, let's divide life and death. ”