Chapter 821 Funeral

Behind this lesson tonight is a ritual like washing hands in a golden basin.

Through the transfer of power and the invocation of assistance, the update of the dojo is completed.

From now on, the Sword Master will withdraw from the world.

No one thought that the old man would let go so quickly and decisively, and everything was settled by surprise.

The old man took off the sword from his waist. Then, Kamiizumi Haruka, who was kneeling on the ground, respectfully held up the sword with both hands and showed it in front of everyone. Then, he carefully and solemnly put it on his waist. .

The handover of the inheritance was completed in front of all the senior leaders of the dojo and the disciples.

Before the undercurrent began to surge, the ending had been finalized and the dust settled, leaving no room for anyone with ulterior motives to show their intentions. They even quietly brought in strong reinforcements like Tengu Mountain and a close ally like Tanba. , to assist his heir through the period of weakness.

Maybe this is what samurai call the 'art of war'?

It moves like thunder and is as hard to understand as the clouds.

Tengu Mountain is far away on the border and has huge power, but it is impossible to shake the foundation of the dojo. With a distant friend and strong person like the Great Tengu, the dojo that has lost the sword master will be able to survive the awkward handover period with a stable enough attitude.

Tanba, who is very close at hand, is also in a state of prosperity. It has great potential, but it is temporarily unable to plan a dojo. It can be fully trusted and in-depth cooperation can be carried out on an equal footing.

With the Great Tengu and Huaishi around, even if Shangquan Haruka fails, he can still keep the vitality of the dojo intact.

As for whether there will be friction between the two parties after the honeymoon period more than ten years later, that will be a matter of time, and no matter how wise and thoughtful it is, it is impossible to calculate that far.

Right next to the old sword master, the girl began to announce the upcoming reorganization and streamlining of the dojo in an orderly manner. He withdrew from the management of Hiraozaka and focused on the management of the dojo itself and the teaching of his disciples.

These are probably all given by the sword master.

The old man's meaning was very clear: after stripping away all the political attributes of the dojo, he only hoped that it would continue to exist as a dojo of Shangquanliu.

As for more things, he doesn't care. All he wants to leave behind is pure inheritance.

And after losing the sword master, the dojo may no longer be able to control the power that is too huge for itself. At this time, it is better for the rapids to retreat bravely and make a cut than to be eaten by a pack of wolves in the future.

But the more I listen to Huai's poems, the less interesting they are.

Because all arrangements are centered around one point.

——If the Sword Master is lost, how can the dojo survive for a long time?

He did not hesitate to give himself such a big piece of cake, and even gave the name of the deputy director of the dojo for free. In the future, any Yingzhou warrior who goes out will probably be his disciple and grandson in name...

Huai Shi couldn't help but start to wonder: Could this old man be raising an orphan?

Then he heard thunder.

At that moment, everyone heard a loud roar.

From the mountains behind the dojo, a shrill thunder burst out, falling from the sky, falling to the earth, tearing apart the barrier in front of it, and in an instant, it went straight into the core of the dojo...

Everyone couldn't help but look up at the moment of astonishment.

How could Fang Xiaoxiao make a mistake in front of the Sword Master?

But Shangquan's eyes were lowered, as if he hadn't heard anything, as if he had fallen asleep due to his age.

Just like an illusion, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Only Huaishi can feel it.

He is no longer here.

No, he was never here.

Just went back to where I was.

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At that moment, behind the open door in the exquisite courtyard, the old man who was leaning on the seat admiring the moonlight raised his eyes.

Looking at the dancing smoke falling in the courtyard and the big pit that tore apart all the beautiful scenery, a burly figure slowly emerged from it.

Grinning at him.

"Long time no see, Shangquan."

Mr. Luo said, "Are you done with your funeral affairs? I'm here to fight with you."

"fight?"

The sword master was so amused that his saliva drooled from his laughter, and he choked violently from the corner of his mouth.

On the seat, the old man who was so skinny that there was only a skeleton left was overjoyed, his sunken eyes were filled with amusement.

"That's great, that's great."

The old man who was paralyzed in a chair and couldn't even wipe his saliva without a caregiver smiled: "At such an old age, hearing someone want to fight with me is like hearing a beautiful woman express her true feelings to me when I was young... It's so shocking. People are very ambitious, haha.”

He tilted his head, and his thin neck was like a straw pole, barely able to support his head.

"Sorry, Luo Siwei, you're late."

He said, "You're fifty years too late."

Fifty years ago... I should have died.

This is the truth that is tightly sealed by Yingzhou's genealogy, the true appearance of the reclusive sword master.

When I was young, I fought too many swords with others and fought bravely and fiercely, leaving so many scars. When I got older and wanted to maintain my health, I started to retreat. It is useless to have the title of Sword Master, but it cannot stop the decline and aging day after day.

According to the best medical treatment in the survival hospital, according to common sense, he should have died of old age fifty years ago.

Consciousness is lost, the soul collapses, the body decays, and the out-of-control stigmata solidifies again, sinking into the deepest hell, ushering in the most complete death.

"I know."

Mr. Luo nodded, held his chin, and asked calmly: "Isn't there still breath left? It's not a big deal."

He knows very well that the most famous one among the hundreds of ultimate thoughts mastered by the Sword Master, just like his favorite [Lactic Acid Accumulation] among all the ultimate thoughts, is a terrifying power that completely goes against common sense.

Call it the 'Sword of the Heart' or call it the 'Desire of Desires', those are just titles given by outsiders. Their essence is to resist the horror of death for fifty years with your last breath. will.

In the beginning, it was just a powerful means of killing with one strike, but in the end, it actually extended to such an incredible extent, from believing in the death of the enemy to believing in one's own survival.

Elucidated from the sword blade and accomplished by Kamizumi himself, it can be said that this ultimate intention is the sword master himself at this moment.

As long as he has the strength to raise his sword towards death, he will not be defeated.

——[Jiyi·Sword Master]!

The sword master was amused, his laughter was hoarse and sharp, and he responded from his decayed throat.

"It's just a generation of people who are living on their last breath. They haven't dared to take out the sword that they have held for fifty years. How can we talk about anything else?"

Such a mockery.

When he raised his sword to face death, he no longer had the strength to face other enemies.

And the reason why I bite the bullet, hold my breath, and endure for fifty years in such embarrassment is just to create a display.

In order to preserve this piece of tiger skin.

For the disciples, for the former teacher, and for the favor and family of the past royal family.

Under the coercion and tyranny of the barbarian generals, he used his own existence to save some dignity for the emperor, acting as a bomb-like deterrent.

Try to preserve as much vitality as possible for the Yingzhou pedigree.

Now, the enemy is gone.

After all, this breath will not last long...

He doesn't have much time left.

In order to deter the enemy, I had to force myself to believe that I could still live.

Because unless he can survive, everything will never be the same again.

Once you die, there will be turmoil that will cause the world to collapse.

But now, he can finally die.

"When?" Mr. Luo asked.

"Probably in about half a year." The Sword Master thought for a while and replied, "When everything is on track."

At that time, I can die with peace of mind.

When he said this, a look of peace of mind appeared on that ugly and decayed face, a peace of mind that made the opponent in front of him extremely jealous.

"I really envy you, Shangquan." Mr. Luo sighed, "After you have done what you want to do, you can die without any burden."

"There is no difference between being unburdened and full of guilt. They are both dead and over." Shangquan looked at his long-lost opponent with pity, "What a pity it is you, Luo Siwei."

It's really such a pity.

If you had been born thirty years earlier, when we met, we would have had a hearty fight, right?

If your injury healed ten years earlier, I would still have the energy to respond to your invitation, right?

What a pity.

"It doesn't matter."

Mr. Luo reached out and took out the silk scarf given to him by his daughter from his pocket, and gently wiped the saliva and snot from the corners of Shangquan's mouth, so gently.

"Now is also okay."

He sat next to Shangquan on the chair specially prepared for him, leaned on it, adjusted his posture, and invited casually: "What kind of place do you like? Bustling city? Ruins? Wasteland? Forget it on the sea, I will A little seasick.”

Shangquan thought for a while, clicked his lips, and thought: "In the mountains, there are few people around, you won't be disturbed, and there are wild things like deer and flying birds."

"It will be very cold in the winter."

"Yes, it's snowing, and the sky and the earth are completely white. It's so cold that you can shiver." Shangquan narrowed his eyes and chuckled: "But after drinking flower wine and finding a woman, my whole body was hot when I came back. , bare arms, singing songs, not afraid of the cold weather."

Mr. Luo rolled his eyes: "Are you still thinking about women now? Old pervert."

"And you?"

"As for me, I probably get up early, eat breakfast made by my daughter, do a few sets of anaerobic, and then go out for a run, right?" Mr. Luo thought for a while and said, "The air is comfortable and fresh, as if the whole world is breathing. If you can It would be even better if you find an opponent to watch and have a perfect day with no regrets.”

"I think so too."

Listening to Mr. Luo's words, Shangquan sighed, already fascinated...

They smiled and stared into the night in the courtyard, as if they could see such a scene.

In this way, among the snow-covered barren mountains, on the vast white land, separated by the falling snowflakes, the decadent samurai wandering in Yoshiwara and the wandering monk who broke the precepts met.

Staring at each other, countless snowflakes fell from their eyes and turned into the phantom of rain.

So no more needs to be said.

This is a gift from God, a rare opponent.

Just smile.

Containing gratitude, he raised his fists, drew the blade, and risked his life and death to fight here.

Until the winner is determined.

Until-return with great fun!

At that moment, everyone in Huangquan Hirasaka suddenly woke up and raised their heads.

I saw a phantom that didn't exist here.

It's raining?

But the sky was empty.

Only invisible things fell down one after another.

When you raise your hand to take it, you can feel the illusory coldness.

This is snow...

When they closed their eyes, they could hear the roar of swords brought by the snow and wind from the distance.

Also, there was thunder for the second time.

"drummer?"

Huai Shi suddenly raised her head, stared at the ceiling above her head, and felt the sound of the sky. It was such a familiar rhythm that it had almost been engraved into her instincts.

The echo spread in the sky, like invisible fingers clenching, turning the sky into an iron fist.

Thunder stirs!

Immediately afterwards, a high-pitched cry completely cut everything apart, and the wind and snow in the sky disappeared without a trace, just like the towering mountains breaking through the clouds, soaring high in the sky.

King over all things.

Huaishi could feel the profound and aloof spirit echoing in the chirping voice, making people feel unspeakable oppression.

During the dinner, Hisukawa's hands were trembling with excitement, "This is the teacher's Amagi Sword!"

Now, between heaven and earth, in this too-small border, there is a huge spirit rising from the mountains, just like giants wrestling, trampling the earth, dancing in the sky, turning the mountains and stars into For your own weapons.

When they collided with each other, they created a violent storm in the world.

Huai Shi closed her eyes and merged into the mighty symphony.

I’m asking for leave tomorrow. I’ve been really busy lately (PS: Yan Gui and Chen Shiyi both asked for leave yesterday, so I can’t be unsociable, right?