Beichen Yidao style, the main dojo.

In a spacious room, Qianye Longjing was lying on his back. His face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, his chest was wrapped with a bandage, and traces of blood seeped out from under the bandage.

A beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a kimono and with a dignified temperament knelt down next to Qianba Longjing, staring at Qianye Longjing's face with a look of worry on her face.

In addition to the middle-aged beautiful woman, there were several other people in the room, including Chiba Hazuru, Nagakura Kazuhiko, the tall young man named Sogo, and four Beichen Itto-ryu teachers with tachi on their waists.

Chiba Yuzuru's eyes were red, and there were still tears on his cheeks. He had obviously just cried. Nagakura Kazuhiko and the tall young man were also silent, and the atmosphere was very dull.

Time flew by, and about five minutes later, Qianye Longjing suddenly coughed and slowly opened his eyes.

Everyone in the room suddenly became energetic and breathed a sigh of relief.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Qianye Longjing asked in a hoarse voice.

The beautiful middle-aged woman replied softly: "It's been an hour."

Qianye Longjing nodded slightly, closed his eyes again, silently adjusted his breathing, and a touch of blood appeared on his pale cheeks.

Nagakura Kazuhiko leaned forward and asked tentatively: "Sir Chiba, do you have the strength to speak now? Otherwise, I will come back in a few days?"

"No, if you have anything to say, Mr. Nagakura can say it now." Qianye Longjing said calmly.

"I just want to ask, what should I do next?"

Nagakura Kazuhiko raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and said in a deep voice: "In the leading meeting not long ago, because of the broken army, the Hattori family became the biggest winner and got all the territory and industry left by Sagittarius Palace. If

If we don't come up with countermeasures soon, they will definitely become a huge trouble in the future."

"The trouble is not with the Hattori family, but with Pojun. As long as Pojun leaves Tokyo, the Hattori family won't have anything to worry about."

Due to his injuries, Qianba Ryui's voice was very low, and everyone listened attentively: "While I am recovering from my injuries, no matter what the Hattori family does, don't worry about it. We don't have the capital to compete with them now."

Nagakura Kazuhiko nodded and said: "My thoughts are consistent with His Excellency Chiba. Since we have reached a consensus, I will go down and make arrangements now and take my leave."

After saying that, Nagakura Kazuhiko stood up and left.

The room became quiet again, Qianye Yuhe's lips pursed tightly, her beautiful eyes kept glancing at Qianye Longjing, but she hesitated to speak.

Although Qianye Longjing was injured, his senses were still sharp. He noticed Qianye Yuhe's gaze and opened his eyes a slit: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

"Dad, I want to go to Yanhuang." Qianye Yuhe summoned up the courage to say.

"Why?"

"I didn't realize until today that I have always been a frog in the well. The man named Po Jun is obviously about the same age as me, but he is so powerful that even you and Mr. Momoi are no match for him."

Qianye Yuhe seemed to have thought about it for a long time, and spoke clearly and logically: "So I want to go out and see what kind of environment it is like to cultivate a warrior as powerful as him. If possible, I also want to worship him."

Join a Yanhuang sect and learn martial arts."

"There is an old saying in Yanhuang that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. I deeply believe that. If you want to go out and have a look, I will not stop you."

After saying so many words in one breath, Qianye Longjing was obviously a little tired, and his voice became lower and lower: "There are many different sects in the Yanhuang martial arts world. The competition is very fierce, and strong ones emerge in endlessly. You are the proud son of Beichen Yidao Ryu.

But maybe it won’t be anything there, are you mentally prepared?”

"Yes, I'm mentally prepared."

Qianye Yuhe looked determined: "As long as I can become stronger, gain the power of the Yue Po Army, and avenge you in the future, I can endure any kind of pain and frustration!"

The suburbs of Tokyo, the headquarters of the Hattori family.

Lin Zhong sat cross-legged on a soft cushion, with a low table in front of him. The low table was filled with wine and food, but he had no intention of using his chopsticks.

Just a few meters in front of Lin Chong, Hattori Hyōgetsu was dressed up, leading several girls including Hattori Mei and Yukino, with their clothes and belts flying, dancing gracefully.

After dancing, Hattori Hyouge took small steps and came to Lin Zhong's side. Unexpectedly, her feet slipped and she suddenly fell into Lin Zhong's arms. Her beautiful eyes narrowed into crescent moons: "Mr. Lin, why don't you drink? Could it be?

Are you worried that Bingyue poisoned the wine?"

With the warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms, Lin Zhong remained motionless and said calmly: "Miss Hattori, don't forget the agreement between us."

"Why would Mr. Lin say anything disappointing on such a beautiful occasion?"

Hattori Hingyue pouted and lay on Lin Zhong's lap, looking like she was ready to take whatever you wanted. Through the open neckline of her kimono, you could clearly see a touch of white on her chest: "Beauty, wine, food, countless

Isn’t a man’s lifelong pursuit worth a second glance from Mr. Lin?”

Lin Zhong turned a blind eye to the tempting sight in front of him, and his tone did not waver: "I'm afraid I will disappoint Miss Hattori. Although this place is nice, it is not my hometown."

"Oh, Mr. Lin is so ruthless, Bingyue is really sad."

Hattori Hyōgetsu sighed, sat up slowly, and glanced at Lin Zhong with an extremely resentful look: "What kind of woman can impress Lin Jun's heart of stone?"

Hearing what Hattori Hyōgetsu said, the faces of Su Miao, Guan Yuxin, Lu Yin and others suddenly appeared in Lin Zhong's mind. Although they had only been separated for a few days, he felt as if weeks had passed.

"Miss Hattori, I have fulfilled what I promised you, and I hope you can also fulfill what you promised me." Lin Zhong focused his eyes and said seriously.

"Of course, Mr. Lin, don't worry. I have already made arrangements. You can leave by boat tomorrow."

Hattori Hyōgetsu put away her playful expression: "But, Mr. Lin, why don't you take a plane? It's obviously faster to fly."

Lin Zhong raised his eyebrows and did not answer Hattori Hyōgetsu's question.

Hattori Hyouyue was already accustomed to Lin Zhong's cold attitude. She stared at his side face for a long time, her eyes full of awe and admiration. Then she suddenly thought of something and raised her finger at Yukino.

Yukino walked up to Lin Zhong and Hattori Hingyue obediently, and said respectfully: "Your Highness, may I have any orders?"

Hattori Hyōgetsu looked Yukino up and down, smiled slightly, and said softly: "Yukino, from now on, Mr. Lin is your master. You have to serve him like you serve me, do you understand?"

"ah?"

Yukino was startled, her bright almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened, and she stammered: "Your Majesty... Your Highness, you... don't you want me anymore?"

Not only her, but even Lin Zhong was startled and frowned: "Miss Hattori, what do you mean?"
Chapter completed!