Eight Hundred and Seventy-Five: Sword God Hughes

Located in one of the most lush mountains and forests in England, there is a wooden house and gardens on all sides.

It is hard to believe that a Western world can have buildings that pay attention to Chinese Feng Shui specifications.

People who don't know think that the person living here is a Chinese, but the host who gets up before dawn every day is an authentic British with white beard and blue eyes.

Under the peach blossom forest, he closed his eyes and basked in the mild morning sun, and the rain and dew fell on his cheeks, unmoved.

This person is Hughes, a swordsman who became one of the five legends at a young age.

The door of the wooden house was opened, and an old man of the same sixtieth age, a European old man, walked out of it.

Wearing a white robe of the Holy See, he walked down the stairs with a stretched waist.

Hughes turned his back to him and sneered: "The assistant doesn't support me, and I'm not afraid of walking down the stairs."

"If you come here with an assistant, then I'm going to pretend to be big." The sixtieth and bald old man in white robes smiled as he went downstairs.

"If you let your believers know that you are in trouble with me, won't you kill me?"

"Okay, don't you just want to laugh at my legs? It's not that I've regressed, but that my position is different from yours. I have something to do every day, and I have to take care of a country." The old man in white robe road.

Hughes sneered: "Just your small Vatican country? You don't need to take care of it and it won't be chaotic. Even if there is a riot in the whole of Europe, it won't affect it. It is the last pure land of faith for Westerners in Europe. In fact, you don't need to look at it every day. on."

The old man in white robe curled his lips: "That's true, but I heard that there is an organization that is very mysterious recently, but I like their character."

Hughes: "A stranger?"

The white robe smiled slightly: "You heard that too?"

Hughes turned to look at this old friend, and asked suspiciously, "Do you want to influence them?"

White Robe: "Don't you think I will appear greater if I look like this?"

Hughes: "Don't waste your time, you can't influence them, just like you can't influence me."

"Not necessarily, even those mercenaries and inhuman war thugs want to listen to me when they see me. Since they even have a bottom line of faith in their hearts, I think these strangers can still win over. They seem to be the most troublesome organization in the world."

Hughes laughed: "Why don't you say it's Freedom?"

Bai Paozi: "They only make money."

Hughes: "There are so many bones behind this money, that Childe, in order to get rich, instigated and promoted how many wars? Even now, there are so many people who seek wealth and kill their lives. This money is the source of evil. Why? Didn’t see you, the leader, go to influence the banknotes?”

Hughes paced in the yard, shook his head and laughed: "You're right, those war thugs may still have a bottom line of faith in their hearts, at least they know how to protect their families and children, so they have to take up their guns to resist, but you believe Don’t believe me, those capitalists who respect you on the surface can stab you in the back when they become ruthless? People like strangers, to be honest, I don’t want you to influence them, and you can’t influence them, just like you influence Not like me."

The white robe: "You are different. You have a resentment that you can't let go of in your heart. This resentment has filled your whole mind, so you have given up worldly troubles and only want to avenge your defeat back then. People are the most difficult kind of people I have encountered. If a person wants to blacken him, even God can’t save him! This is why I can’t catch up with you in strength. It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s that you treat yourself too much. It’s just being ruthless, in this era, who would use a knife or a gun?”

"I don't call it resentment, it's called ideal." Hughes said: "Otherwise, I wouldn't have achieved what I am today, but I just don't know what happened to the guy who defeated me back then."

"Your ideal is too scary. To be honest, I used to instill chicken soup for the soul, saying that there is nothing that a person can't do if he is cruel to himself", but after seeing you, I feel that I Chicken soup for the soul is going to become 'poisonous chicken soup' because this person will take shortcuts in order to succeed."

Hughes was noncommittal, walked, picked up a wooden stick, and slapped a thick bamboo tree.

Boom!

The withered wooden sliver did not break, but the tall and straight bamboo suddenly broke.

"That's right." The white robe exclaimed, "This is what you said about the unity of man and sword?"

Hughes nodded: "My fencing skills are really wrong. I was so powerful back then. After I met that man who suffered a crushing defeat, I was humiliated by him, saying that my sword skills are not even comparable to the rubbish kendo of Japan, let alone Come out to insult swordsmanship, I am not angry about the defeat, but because he has humiliated my way!"

Bai Paozi: "But in the end you still went to Hua Country to steal a lot of swordsmanship, even the swordsmanship from the Japanese country in Japan. I'm afraid no one knows that those lost skills are all with you, right?"

Hughes didn't feel that he was wrong at all.

"I just used it for reference, but that bastard was right. My swordsmanship is indeed heresy. In vain, I still call it the number one master of swordsmanship in Britain. I have carried this title for decades, and every time I hear it, I feel It's a shame, so, to deserve his name, I've been living here in seclusion to practice my kendo all my life, but unfortunately, that bastard has disappeared. I have entrusted MI6 agents to help me investigate and find him all these years. Nothing."

Speaking of this, Hughes mentioned the wooden stick in his hand and said: "The combination of human and sword, even he couldn't reach this level back then."

The old man in white robe: "You can't forget his name, can you?"

"How could I forget?" Xi Xi said angrily: "Back then when our Eight-Nation Allied Forces invaded their imperial city, their big inner guards were defeated by me one after another. At this time, a person stood up, his name was Zhang Chenfeng. How would that be?" I already have the strength of a legendary master, and I was almost invincible at that time. My fencing skills were even inferior to those of the Dongying warriors at that time. Defeated me within a hundred moves, so that I didn't come out to embarrass myself again, and I have forgotten it for decades."

"If he was about the same age as you, he might have died. You are almost a hundred years old. Once you close your eyes, you can rest in peace. Why do you have to keep such a strong obsession?"

Hughes didn't speak, threw the stick, and went into his cabin with his hands behind his back.

This is a person with a lot of obsession and resentment.

"That's why I can't influence you." The white running old man muttered behind his back.

(Chapter 3 will be updated around 5:00 pm today. If you want to go out and take your child for a medical examination, you will code it immediately when you come back.)