Before Guo Dalu came to Japan, he never thought about fighting with the Japanese.

Since the crazy monk Puyuan killed all the masters who went to China by the mad monk Puyuan, the entire country has no longer produced decent martial arts practitioners.

This is also the reason why the Tongmenghui took over several underground organizations such as the Yamaguchi Group in Japan so smoothly, because the masters who can fight and kill are basically dead.

Unexpectedly, there are many martial arts masters hidden in this Asama Temple, especially the old monk who claims to be Noda Sojiro's father. His skills are really extraordinary.

"Little Deer, you step down first."

Guo Dalu waved his hand and ordered Wang Xiaolu to walk out of the cemetery, looked at the old monk in front of him, and laughed: "Since ancient times, famous teachers have become masters of high disciples. At the beginning, I was very curious about how Sojiro Noda became a master of martial arts, but others were dead, so I was too lazy to ask again. I didn't expect that he had a teacher like you. Old monk, you are not young. If I kill you, you should retreat."

The old monk opposite shook his head and said, "Mr. Guo, I had two sons before. The eldest son died in the war. The second son was Jiro, but he is dead now."

He looked at Guo Dalu, his eyes blew fire, "My two sons are dead, and I will not live anymore!"

Guo Dalu said lightly: "Your two sons died in aggression, not by others. You are not willing to die! I am just here to pay tribute to Noda Sojiro. After all, he is the first master master I killed. Old monk, if you dare to provoke me again, then you can go underground to accompany your son today!"

The old monk smiled and said, "I am already in my eighties. Even if I don't kill you, my body will be decayed in these few years. How about living a few more years or less?"

He walked to the tombstone of Sojiro Noda, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a samurai sword from the ground. The sword light lit up and slashed towards Guo Dalu like a stern.

This sword broke the slash against the wind, as fast as lightning, no less than the original Sojiro Noda.

This old monk seemed to have a secret method in his body, which could raise his energy to another level in an instant, and erupted with power that could not have been bursting out before, which was a bit like the secret method of sacrificing life in the Central Plains martial arts world.

But even though the old monk has been promoted to an incredible level, he is not a master of martial arts after all, and even Sojiro Noda has no power to fight back in front of Guo Dalu. No matter how powerful this old monk is, he will not be better than Sojiro Noda.

At this time, he attacked Guo Dalu. In Guo Dalu's opinion, he just wanted to die at the hands of Guo Dalu.

"Buzz!"

The samurai sword that slashed at the door of Guoda's road suddenly froze in the air. There were two fingers on the tip of the knife at some point. These two fingers were slender and powerful, as if they had been waiting for the knife at this position. The old monk's sword that was holding wind and thunder was gently blocked by these two fingers.

These two fingers seemed to have endless magic power. After seeing this finger, the old monk could not even move his eyes away from his fingers, and even his entire body was difficult to control. He could not even turn his head and not look at it.

Then he saw these two fingers that looked like topaz suddenly twisted. With the "click", the samurai sword in the old monk's hand, which was called a "divine weapon", had been broken into two sections by Guo Dalu.

It was at this moment that the old monk felt a huge force coming from the hilt of the knife. His body shook and his whole person flew out slanted, hitting Noda Sojiro's tombstone.

"The clown jumping is not worth a joke!"

After Guo Dalu broke the tip of his knife with his fingers, he sneered, "Since ancient times, the Japanese have invaded the Central Plains. Have you ever seen the Central Plains invade Japan? I invaded first and was killed by the people of our Central Plains. Is he justified to take revenge? Who gave you such a thick face?"

The old monk's mouth was bleeding and he slowly stood up from the tombstone, "There is a saying in China, "Success, king and defeated bandits, Mr. Guo, you are the winner, so you are naturally qualified to say this, but if you are the losers, I don't think you would say this!"

Guo Dalu laughed: "You are a typical robber mindset. If you can't beat it, you kneel down and submit to it. If you can beat it, you will be arrogant and blessed. You learn from me in cultural etiquette, but you only learn to conquer and kill, but you have not learned to benevolence, righteousness and morality."

He didn't bother to pay attention to the old monk. He shook his hand and a pottery appeared in his palm. Guo Dalu held the hammer in both hands and began to play in front of Noda Sojiro's tomb.

The whimpering sound began to sound in this deserted cemetery, making the cemetery more and more cold. The sound was light and mixed with a hint of sorrow. It seemed that the elderly man was looking back on his childhood memories, and it was like a wanderer who was traveling far away missing his hometown.

When the old monk heard the sound of the thief, he couldn't help but shed tears. He suddenly stretched out his hands and sang softly: "

Mom, I don't know what's going on with my straw hat

It was on the road from the vertebrae to the fog that summer

The straw hat that fell into the canyon

Mom, I like that straw hat

A breeze blows it away

Do you know how sorry I was at that moment

Mom, a young herb collector came across from him.

Wearing Xuanqing's leggings and hand back covers

He worked tirelessly to help me find it

Unfortunately, he couldn't get it even if the valley was deep and the grass was high.

Mom, do you really remember that straw hat

The wild lilies blooming on the roadside must have withered a long time ago

When the fog of autumn covers the hills

Maybe there are crickets singing every night under the straw hat

Mom, I think it will definitely be like this one tonight

The valley also sways snow.

My shiny Italian straw hat

The name I wrote on the back

It is about to be buried quietly and desolately by snow..."

This is a famous straw hat poem from Japan, expressing the poet's nostalgia for beautiful things. It is considered as a fit for the old monk to sing this poem at this time.

However, although the old monk moved himself to tears, Guo Dalu was indifferent. Sojiro Noda was killed by him. What's so sad about him?

But when I think of the glorious generation of masters who were now buried here, few people know about it, but I feel sad, "Since ancient times, all emperors and generals have died!"

At this time, it was drizzling. In the clear rain, the dusk was dark, and the sound of the twilight echoed like crying and complaining throughout the Senma Temple. Many monks stopped their movements and listened quietly.

The hoarse singing of the old monk also coincides with the sound of the twilight, which makes him feel a little more desolate.

After a song of the roar, Guo Dalu put the pottery in his hand on the tombstone of Sojiro Noda, "Your father loves you very much. But if he doesn't teach you martial arts, how could you die in my hands? So is it me or your father who killed you?"

The old monk's singing ended abruptly.

Guo Dalu laughed twice and recited a short Japanese poem for a long time: "A man fell and got up again, and the mountains were quiet!"

This short poem is quite similar to China's "Heaven and Earth are unkind and treat all things as straw dogs", which means that no matter how humans toss and how many stories of joys and sorrows have occurred, but for nature, these humans are no different from plants, trees, mountains and rivers, and they look at it indifferently and ignore it.

Today, Guo Dalu is like a mountain indifferently. Noda Sojiro died and the old monk cried and sang. There was no psychological burden for him.
Chapter completed!