"Miyamusashi?"
Chapter 234 You should find me
The hidden clouds in the sun and the clouds after tomorrow are dark, but they are not dark clouds that oppress the city and depress it. On the contrary, they are even more distant and vast.
A sedan chair in the wilderness outside Hulong Mountain Villa is coming from afar.
This sedan chair is white and hangs down, and a white curtain is faintly visible, and a white man is sitting in it.
Sedan chair four people are all dressed in pure white bright and clean clothes, and their heads are half covered with white silk.
At first glance, it seems that a white cloud is floating from the dark sky.
It’s not the same color, it’s the same attitude in action.
There is a loess rammed into an official road next to it, and several people in sedan chair have to take the grass next to the road.
They set foot and rested, but they kept the sedan chair as steady as Pinghu water.
After they ran over, most of the grass that had been bent was gradually stretched back to its original height.
It is obvious that these four people in sedan chair are all highly accomplished in flying skills in order to do this kind of strange thing without damaging their lives.
At that time, the piano music of Hulong Mountain Villa started.
As this sedan gets closer and closer, the people in the sedan chair seem to feel something when they listen to the sound of the piano. A folding fan in their hands taps Man Yin and says, "The immortal needs to ride the Yellow Crane and the sea guest will follow Bai Ou."
"Qu Ping’s Ci Fu hangs on the hills of the Sun, the Moon and the King of Chu."
"Xing Han put pen to paper and shook Wuyue poems into a smile. Ling Cangzhou …"
He read the words very slowly, and did not deliberately follow the rhythm of the monty piano. When this article was read, the piano in the villa was mixed with a vibration.
It was the last moan of the seven musical instruments that were completely eliminated by the magic songs of the seven masters of Emei Sect.
The sedan chair is still leisurely moving forward. The four bearers seem to have heard nothing, but the poet suddenly shook his head. It seems that he suddenly became elated, and the poetry of Luo Yin was changed.
"When time comes, heaven and earth are all working together to transport heroes, they are not free."
"Ah, idle people are not free …"
Just as the car was about to reach the outermost building of Hulong Mountain Villa, a shadow came flying in the other direction.
The grass in the place where this figure leads seems to have just been baked by fire, and it has a slightly yellowish oily luster.
Sometimes a small tree next to him is rubbed by his clothes, and when he walks far away, the bark wrinkles and a wisp of fine smoke rises.
……
Fang Yunhan of Hulong Mountain Villa looked at the broken face of the bamboo hat and said with a gentle smile to Jieyan Chongtian, "Is a defeated opponent also worthy of your support?"
His smile is slightly cold. "Besides, he is a Japanese."
There have been Japanese riots along the world’s great coast. Although they have been pacified decades ago, there is always a natural hostility between the Central Plains and the Japanese soldiers.
Fang Yunhan really didn’t expect that Musashi, the martial arts palace that had been abolished by him, would even appear here. What’s more, the value of Bai Yan foaming at the mouth and the two of them protecting a hand-tied man?
"Amitabha, the palace benefactor, is now just a Taoist seeker. His lifelong wish is to ask the donor for another trick."
Master Jie bluntly said, "Fang donor Weiling Sifang is also the reason why the old monk is willing to help this knife."
The qi transformation of Yan Chongtian’s five fingers around the master is similar to the soft white wool of silk, which seems to have directly penetrated into Miyamusashi’s body from the pores.
He also replied, "Wudang Shaolin can go on for a hundred years, but this Japanese sword and meteor are gone, and the light is short, and at most it will become a swan song in ten days. Since there is you in the Central Plains, it is up to you to verify the power."
"Huh?"
Fang Yunhan slightly doubt will monty piano stand on the ground to have a good look at a palace musashi.
Some people in the square also heard something strange.
Yan Chongtian’s meaning seems to be different, but as they expected, Fang Yunhan has a contradictory expectation to use this Japanese sword to fight the decisive battle.
He wanted Miyamusashi to show off the power of that knife, and then Yunhan, who was also born in the Central Plains, defeated it with dignity, so that there was no excuse for the failure of that knife.
However, this statement is a disguised admission that Yan Chongtian is a master of knot-making and grasps the secret of the door to break this person’s knife.
The consciousness of the square is still sober, and those people are in a very complicated mood at the moment.
They were beaten into this picture by Fang Yunhan. If they are weak in heart, they wish howard the duck would jump out of ten iron-hearted gods and ten Gu Santong to kill this young monster together.
But even if they can accept that Gu Santong, the great devil, suddenly appeared to fight Fang Yunhan, they would never want to see such a master being really better than a recruit and a half by a Japanese.
"Master you …"
Some people’s thoughts are hovering in their hearts, but they are somewhat resentful of the settlement and Yan Chongtian-that Japanese people sound like they don’t have much life left, so let him die. What’s the matter with pulling him to this occasion?
But for both of them, the promise of the imperial edict is far less than what they want to be witnessed now
Fang Yunhan stared for a moment and finally said, "I don’t remember which knife you had in the battle of Huangfengxia is worthy of such praise from both of them."
"After the fight, of course."
Miyamusashi’s tone is still as energetic as that of a young man, but his pronunciation is a little slow, and his voice is old and deformed. "Your knife has exhausted my swordsmanship, but it has made me capture a higher level of my swordsmanship career."
"Nai is that I gained that insight because I lost all my skills, but I also lost every bit of my skills. Even if I cast a tangible knife, I still lack strength and do not have real power."
Miyamusashi touched his forehead and left a shallow knife mark on his forehead. "So I came to Beijing to ask for help. I found so many people accompanied by Tianya, and these two were willing to accept my request after seeing my superficial knife."