Momoi Heimasa stood there, watching Okina Shinji's back disappear, and he had not retracted his gaze for a long time.

Although he had seen the power of Yanhuang martial arts in the past, he also believed in his heart that Fusang swordsmanship was enough to go hand in hand with him.

However, a series of events that happened last night crushed the confidence of Momoi Hiramasa.

Just like a frog living at the bottom of a well, he finally knew the vastness of the sky and the vastness of the sea.

He was deeply ashamed of his ignorance.

Perhaps in this corner of Fusang, he is considered a top-notch powerhouse.

But looking at the world, there are many people like him, like crucian carp trees crossing the river.

"The road to swordsmanship has come to an end, where will I go?"

Momoi Heimasa asked himself, feeling extremely confused.

At this moment, a young man came to the side of Momoi Heimasa with steady steps and called softly: "Father, someone else is asking for a visit outside."

Momoi Heimasa remained silent and continued to think about his thoughts.

The young man secretly observed the expression of Momoi Heimasa and couldn't help but be shocked.

This was the first time he saw Heimasa Momoi so depressed.

Is this still the humble and unrestrained sword saint?

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" the young man changed his name and asked nervously.

Momoi Heimasa came to his senses, looked at the young man's pretty and fair face, and sighed quietly: "I'm fine, I just feel a little empty because I recognize myself."

The young man was confused.

"Sa Tai, I'll send you to Yanhuang to practice martial arts in a while. Are you willing?"

Momoi Heimasa put away his messy thoughts, suddenly moved slightly in his heart, and asked seriously.

"No."

The young man, namely Taojing Sata, immediately shook his head and shook his head like a rattle: "Our mirror-mind wise and profound lineage is one of the three major schools of the Fusang Sword Realm. As long as we persist in practicing hard, we will reach the peak sooner or later. Why bother to look far and far?"

"Also, I have practiced swordsmanship since I was a child and am not interested in Yanhuang martial arts."

Momoi Heimasa listened silently, without saying a word.

Before today, his idea was actually no different from Sata Tomoi.

But after today, he found his thoughts very ridiculous.

At the same time, Taojing Heimasa also understood that unless you witness the power of the Yanhuang warrior like a ghost, it would be difficult for Taojing Sata to change its concept.

"If you don't want to, don't want to."

Momoi Heimasa sighed again, cheered up a little, and returned to the previous topic: "Who is the person who is looking for a meeting outside?"

"It is the only celebrity in Tianxin. Takeshi Kawamura Normal School."

Sata Momoi said respectfully: "He has been waiting for half an hour."

"Okay, please come in."

Momoi Heimasa nodded and turned around and walked into the room: "If you have guests to visit later, take them directly to Mingxin Hall, don't ask me for my opinion."

"Yes, father."

*******

Beichen Yidao Liu Zongdao Temple.

Qianye Longjing stood alone in the middle of the courtyard, holding the famous sword Gui Ke in his hand, his eyes drooping, and his thoughts were misty.

Gui Che's whole body is about four feet long and about two inches wide. The handle of the knife is wrapped in a white silk rope. The thigh of the knife is shaped like a ghost's head. The silver-white blade body is covered with exquisite patterns, like a work of art.

Chiba Ryui began practicing sword at the age of six, and GuiTei also accompanied him since that time, and now it has been nearly forty years.

Over the past forty years, Gui Che has not been unsheathed many times.

Every time you are unsheathed, you will definitely kill your opponent and drink blood. You will win almost every battle and will never be defeated.

The only time I was defeated was to fight Lin Chong in Arakawa Tensou Pavilion.

It was that battle that made Qianye Longjing develop a strong yearning for Yanhuang martial arts.

However, Qianye Longjing himself is the number one swordsman in Fusang, and his comprehensive strength is enough to be comparable to the peak warrior of Huajin. There are too few people who are qualified to guide him.

The scene of Lin Chong fighting with Shona appeared in Chiba Longjing's mind, holding his breath and calming his mind, trying to imitate the changes in the former's qi.

His face turned red and white, and after a few seconds, he opened his mouth and squirted out a mouthful of blood.

"puff!"

Blood fell on the ground, and bubbles were emitting "gurgling".

Failed.

Qianye Longjing shook his body for a while, not surprised by the result.

How can a strong man of that level be easily imitated?

But as long as he keeps trying, he will always gain something.

Just as Chiba Longjing wiped away the blood in the corner of his mouth and was about to imitate again, a sneer suddenly came from the top of his head: "Silly."

"who?"

Qianye Longjing reacted very quickly, immediately held Gui Che tightly, bent his knees and bowed his back, and posed in Beichen's sword-flowing hand-starting style.

A figure fell from the sky, floating on the ground like a weightless feather.

This man has a big bald head and looks ordinary. It is Song Xuan who was scared away by Lin Chong in Li Palace in Akasaka.

Song Xuan actually followed Qianye Longjing to Beichen Yidaoliu Temple, but Kong Li's family disappeared.

After recognizing the identity of the person, Qianye Longjing was overjoyed and inserted Gui Zhen back to his waist. He followed the warrior's posture and bowed with his fists: "Mr. Song Er!"

Song Xuan let out a soft hum in his nostrils, raised his chin slightly, and said in a high tone: "Do you know I saved your life just now?"

"Sir, please help me."

Qianye Longjing's posture was very low, without the arrogance of the No. 1 swordsman of Fusang.

Of course, he couldn't be arrogant in front of Song Xuan, a super assassin who had entered the realm of Grandmaster.

"With your shallow realm and insight, forcibly imitating higher-level powers is just kidding your own life."

Song Xuan said lightly: "The more you try, the more harm you will be to your body. At most, no more than five times, your body will be at the limit. At the mildest, you will be paralyzed, and at worst, you will vomit blood and die of death."

Chiba Ryui listened attentively.

Fortunately, the other party didn't use any unusual words, so he didn't understand them.

After Song Xuan finished speaking, Qianye Longjing quickly asked: "Mr. Song, what should I do to be right?"

"Why should I help you?"

Song Xuan asked with a smile: "You and I are not close to you, are I obliged to help you?"

"I am willing to pay the reward." Chiba Ryui said without hesitation.

"I don't want to pay."

Song Xuan's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light: "As long as you promise me a condition."

"I promise!"

Qianye Longjing took a half step forward and decisively said: "As long as it can make me stronger or let me reach a higher level, I will agree no matter what the conditions are!"

"Are you sure?"

Song Xuan narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully: "What if I want you to work hard?"

"If you want to get what you have to pay, I understand."

Qianye Longjing looked like iron, showing a rare determination: "As long as you can meet my requirements, so what if you work hard for you?"

"Very good, we reached a consensus."
Chapter completed!