Almighty in the city

In a bamboo house made entirely of moso bamboo, the fragrance of tea swirls.

Two old men wearing neon-style wooden clogs are sitting on both sides of a bamboo table with eight immortals, looking at the new tea before the rain that rolls up and down with the waves in the transparent tea vessel on the table.

These two old men are both gray-haired, one with long artist-like hair, long silver-white hair tied up in a pigtail behind his head, and Fu Yu, a typical neon male kimono. Woven hakama, black double feather texture, long sleeves, yukata uniform.

The old man sitting opposite him had a neat, short, flat head shaved, and his hair was dry and hard, and his silver-white hair stood up like a barb on a hedgehog.A cyan Han costume kimono, coupled with the water vapor in front of me, looks like an ancient master at first glance.

In fact, these two people are indeed very important figures in the neon martial arts world.

The old man with long hair and a black patterned hakama is named Chiba Koshitaro, the former head of the Chiba family of the "North Star One Sword Style" among the ten schools of neon kendo.

The old man with short hair wearing a cyan Han kimono sitting across from him is one of the representative masters of the "Iaido Swordsmanship" among the ten schools of neon kendo, and the head of Lin Qiliu, Hayashizaki Konosuke.

These two people belong to the Taishan Beidou genre in the kendo genre of the neon martial arts world. They don’t have to ask anything about the kendo genre on weekdays. They just cultivate themselves in their respective residences, while continuing to sharpen their own. Kendo, on the other hand, also because of age, has a calmness to see through life and death.

It's just that the two of them gathered in this bamboo house to drink tea today, not to exchange their experience in kendo, but because of a message received half an hour ago--

"Here's another one." Chiba Kazutaro, who has long hair, said slowly, "Ten years ago, the young man accompanied by the great master of China Wudang, Youlong Taoist, almost let us be Hong’s entire martial arts world was ashamed. Unexpectedly, ten years later, someone from China would challenge him."

"It's okay--" Hayashizaki Yukinosuke, who has a neat and short hair, said lightly, and said that he was murderous, "Since I dare to come alone, let him keep his life in Neon."

Chiba Koshitaro didn't look at him, but still stared at the tea leaves in the transparent tea vessel in front of him, with the water waves churning up and down the new tea before the rain: "I have no objection to hurt people, and I have no objection to waste people, but this murder— "

"Why, I am getting older, and the murderous intention is getting weaker?" Lin Qi Yukinosuke raised his eyelids and glanced at the opposite of his old friend for many years. "Ten years ago, the kid from the Huaxia Bashu Tangmen came to Ni. At the time of the rainbow, there was a "Wandering Dragon Daoist" in Wudang. At that time, you, but Yili advocated killing first and then fast. Why this time, you can't do it?"

"What do you mean?" Chiba Koshitaro slowly raised his right hand. From the long sleeves of the black kimono, five fingers like chicken feet suddenly stretched out.

These five fingers, together with the shape of the palm, knew at a glance that they had suffered extremely severe trauma, causing the entire hand, including the palm bones and the phalanges of the five fingers, to be deformed.

"Ten years ago, when they were about to leave the neon, I shot and killed." Chiba Koshitaro said lightly, "The result is that my right hand of the sword was caught by the'Wandering Dragon Taoist'. , The whole one was abolished. If I hadn’t had any private possessions, I would have recorded all my kendo experience of the Chiba family, and made a 360-degree kendo video. I’m afraid my kendo would be Along with this hand, it was brought directly into the coffin."

"So—" Lin Qi Kanosuke raised his white eyebrows, "Your hands are all useless, what else do you have to worry about? Or do you think that Wudang's "Wandering Dragon Taoist" can live to the present? Ten years ago, I heard that he was over a hundred years old. If he was still alive, Huaxia wouldn’t even be able to find out any news.”

"No, I'm not scrupulous about the'Wandering Dragon Daoist'." Chiba Kazkotaro shook his head, "I was concerned about the entire Chinese martial arts world. Ten years later, even if the'Wandering Dragon Taoist' is dead, you can guarantee China Wouldn’t there be a second or third master of his level? Don’t forget, ten years ago, most of the people who wanted to deal with that Tang Sect disciple were in the hands of the “Walking Dragon Taoist”. Come on! This scar on your eyes is not from that time."

Hearing this, Lin Qi's help could not help but raise his hand to touch the scar on the right eye.

This scar extends from the brow of his right eye all the way down to the position of his cheek, like a crooked earthworm crawling on his face. At first glance, it is indeed very scary.

"It's nothing great." Lin Qi Yukinosuke touched this somewhat horrible scar, as if recalling the scene of the fight against the "Daoist of Dragon", the corners of his mouth raised slightly, seeming to be a little self-deprecating, and it seems to be He smiled disdainfully, "The times are different. Today, my neon medicine has reached the point where artificial eyes can perfectly replace real eyes. If it weren't for your rigid, your right hand, you can still hold a sword!"

"You are wrong, my sword has never been put down." Chiba Koshitaro shook his head, "And some obsessions, it's time to put it down."

"Even if you and I can let go, but with so many young people and so many samurai, how do you tell them to let go?" Hayashizaki Yukinosuke frowned and snorted, "Look, fact, yes Let this young man from China understand that the disciple of'Ming Xinliu' is not something he can get involved."

The whole bamboo house was silent, and the tea that gradually began to boil began to make a "gurgling" bubbling sound, reflecting the sound of insects coming in from outside the window, as if there was a murderous breath in the jungle brewing.,, ..