Apocalyptic Forecast

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

　　 Complete the renewal of the dojo through the transfer of power and invoking assistance.

　　 From then on, the Juggernaut will retreat from the arena.

　　 No one would have thought that the old man would let go so fast, so decisively, so that people caught off guard, everything was settled.

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

　　 completed the handover of the inheritance in front of all the high-levels of the dojo and the disciples.

Before the undercurrent began to surging, the ending was finalized, the dust settled, and there was no room for anyone with ulterior motives to display, and even silently introduced strong support such as Tengu Mountain and Danba, a close ally. , Used to assist his heirs through the period of weakness.

　　 Maybe this is what the samurai calls the "art of war", right?

　　Moving like thunder, it is hard to know like yin.

　　Tiangou Mountain is far from the border. It is powerful, but it is impossible to shake the foundation of the dojo. With distant friends and strong men like the Great Tengo, the dojo that loses the Juggernaut will be able to pass the awkward handover period with a stable enough attitude.

　　 And Tamba, which is close at hand, is also in a state of prosperity, with huge potential, but for the time being, he is unable to plot a dojo, can be fully trusted, and conduct in-depth cooperation on an equal footing.

　　 There are big tengu and Huai Shi, even if Shangquan Haruka is no longer a weapon, he can still maintain the vitality of the dojo.

　　 As for whether there will be friction between the two sides after the honeymoon period in more than ten years, that is the matter of the time, no matter how thoughtful and thoughtful it is, it can’t be considered that far.

　　 Right beside the old Sword Saint, the girl began to orderly announce the reorganization and streamlining of the dojo. Withdraw from the management of Huangquan Hirazaka and focus on the operation of the dojo itself and the teaching of disciples.

　　 These are probably all instructed by the Juggernaut.

　　 The meaning of the old man is very clear: after stripping away all the political attributes of the dojo, he only hopes that it will continue to exist as the dojo of Shangquanliu.

　　 As for more things, he doesn't care, all he wants to stay is pure inheritance.

　　 After losing the dojo after the Juggernaut, I am afraid that he can no longer hold the power that is too large for himself. At this time, the rapids retreat bravely and make a cut, it is better than being eaten by a pack of wolves in the future.

　　 But the more you listen to the Huai poem, the less it tastes.

　　Because all the arrangements are going around one point.

　　——If you lose the Juggernaut, how can the dojo survive for a long time?

　　 I don’t hesitate to give myself such a big piece of cake, and even give him the name of a deputy curator of the dojo for nothing. If I go out in the future, I am afraid that every Yingzhou warrior will be his own disciple and grandson...

　　 Huaishi couldn't help but start to wonder: Is this old man trying to be a guilty man?

　　 Then, he heard thunder.

　　 At that moment, everyone heard a loud roar.

　　 From the mountains behind the dojo, a stern thunder light burst, falling from the sky, falling to the ground, tearing the barrier in front of it to pieces, and instantly, straight into the core of the dojo...

　　 Everyone couldn't help looking up at the moment of amazement.

　　 In front of the Juggernaut, where does Xiao Xiao make a comeback here?

　　 But Shangquan's eyes drooped, as if he hadn't heard of it, it was as if he had fallen asleep in his old age.

　　 It's just that the corner of his mouth is like an illusion, and a smile is drawn.

　　 Only Huai Shi can feel it.

　　He is no longer here.

　　 No, he has never been here.

　　 just went back to where I was.

　　.

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

　　 looked at the dancing smoke and dust falling in the courtyard, and the big pit that tore through all the beautiful scenery, from which a burly figure slowly emerged.

　　 grinned at him.

　　 "Long time no see, Shangquan."

　　Lao Luo said, "Is the funeral done? I have come to fight with you."

　　 "Fight?"

　　 Juggernaut was amused, and all the saliva of laughter was left, from the corner of his mouth, he coughed violently.

　　 On the seat, the old man, who was so skinny that there were only bones left, was overjoyed. His sunken eyes were filled with teasing.

　　 "It's so good, it's so good."

The old man who was paralyzed on a chair and could not even wipe his saliva without a caregiver smiled: "At such a large age, hearing someone want to fight with me is like hearing a beauty express her heart to herself when I was young...Ling People are ambitious, haha."

　　 He tilted his head, and his thin neck was like a straw, almost unable to support his head.

　　 "Sorry, Luo Siwei, you are late."

　　 He said, "You are fifty years late."

　　 As early as fifty years ago...I should die.

　　 This is the truth that has been tightly sealed by the Yingzhou pedigree, the true appearance of the Sword Master who is deeply rooted in the simple.

　　 When I was young, I fought too many swords with people, and I was so brave and brutal, leaving so many scars. I started to retreat when I was old and wanted to keep in good health. In vain, there is the name of a swordsman, but it can't stop the decline and old age day after day.

　　According to the best medical care in the surviving hospital, according to common sense, as early as fifty years ago, he should have died of old age.

　　 Lost consciousness, collapsed soul, decayed body, and the uncontrolled stigmata re-solidified, sank into the deepest hell, and ushered in the most complete death.

"I know."

　　 Old Luo nodded, squeezed his chin, and asked calmly, "Isn't there another breath? It's not a big deal."

　　He knew too well that the most famous one of the hundred kinds of extreme intentions mastered by this fellow Juggernaut was just like the most beloved [lactic acid accumulation] in all of his extreme intentions, it was a terrifying force that completely contradicted common sense.

It doesn’t matter if you call it “Heart Sword” or “Desire to think is not heaven”, it’s just an appellation given by outsiders, and its essence is this horror of resisting death for fifty years with the last breath. will.

At the beginning, 　　 was nothing more than a violent means of a one-shot kill, but in the end, it extended to such an incredible level, from believing in the death of the enemy to believing in his own survival.

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

　　 As long as he still has the strength to lift the blade towards death, then he will not be defeated.

　　——【Jiyi·Jiansheng】!

　　 Juggernaut was amused, the laughter was hoarse and sharp, and he responded from the rotten throat.

　　 "The mere generation of people who have been lingering for a while, dare not get out of the sheath with the sword of fifty years, so what 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 for biting the bullet and holding a sigh of breath, even if it is so embarrassing, it will last for fifty years, but it is just to make a decoration.

　　 In order to save this tiger skin.

　　For the disciple of the disciple, for the former teacher, and for the grace and family of the royal family in the past.

　　 Under the intimidation and domineering of the barbaric general, he used his own existence to restore a little dignity for the emperor, as a bomb-like deterrent.

　　 as much as possible to preserve a little vitality for the Yingzhou lineage.

　　 Now, the enemy is gone.

　　 After all, this breath won’t last long...

　　He has no more days left.

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

　　Because unless he can survive, nothing will happen again.

　　 Once you let go, there will be turmoil in the world.

　　 But now, he can finally die.

　　 "When?" Luo Lao asked.

　　 "It's about half a year or so." The Juggernaut thought for a while and replied, "Wait for everything to get on the right track."

　　 When the time comes, I can die without worry.

When 　　 said that, a reassuring expression appeared on that ugly and withered face, which made the opponent in front of him extremely jealous and peaceful.

　　 "I really envy you, Shangquan." Luo Lao sighed lightly, "After doing what I want to do, I can die without burden."

　　 "There is no difference between being unburdened and full of guilt. It's all death, it's all over." Shangquan looked at this long-lost opponent with pity, "It's a pity that it's you, Luo Siwei."

　　 Really, what a pity.

　　 If you were born thirty years earlier, when you met you, you would surely have a hearty fight, right?

　　 If your injury is healed ten years earlier, I must still have enough energy to respond to your invitation, right?

What a pity.

"It's ok."

　　Lao Luo stretched out his hand, took out the silk scarf his daughter gave him from his pocket, and gently wiped the saliva and nasal mucus around Shangquan's mouth, so gentle.

"Now is also okay."

He sat next to Shangquan on the chair specially prepared for him, leaning on him, adjusted a posture, and casually invited: "What kind of place do you like? Downtown? Ruins? Wasteland? Even the sea, I A little seasick."

　　 Shangquan thought for a while, clicked his mouth, and thought: "In the mountains, you will be off the beaten track, you will not be disturbed, and there are wild things like deer and birds."

　　 "Winter will be very cold."

"Yeah, it's snowing, the sky and the earth are white, and it makes people tremble with the cold." Shangquan squinted his eyes and smiled softly: "But I drank wine and found a woman. When I came back, my whole body was hot. , Bare arms, singing, not afraid of cold weather."

　　 Old Luo rolled his eyes: "Do you still think of women now? Old pervert."

　　 "How about you?"

"For me, I probably got up early and ate the breakfast made by my daughter, and after doing a few anaerobics, go for a run?" Luo Lao thought for a while and said, "The air is comfortable and fresh, as if the whole world is breathing. If you can It’s even better to find an opponent who can watch a fight. There will be no regrets in a perfect day."

　　 "The old man thinks so too."

　　 Listening to Luo Lao’s words, Shangquan sighed, already, fascinated...

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

　　 In this way, the decadent samurai who lingered in Yoshihara and the wandering monk who broke the precepts met on the white ground between the icy and snow-covered barren mountains.

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

　　 Therefore, there is no need to say more.

　　 This is a gift from heaven, a rare opponent.

　　 Just smile.

　　 contains gratitude, raise both fists, draw out the blade, bet on life and death, and fight each other.

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　　 At that moment, Huangquan Biliangsaka, everyone was shocked and raised their heads.

　　 saw a phantom that did not exist here.

It's raining?

　　 But the sky is empty.

　　 Only intangible things fell one after another.

　　 When you raise your hand and take it, you can feel the coldness like an illusion.

　　 This is snow...

　　 When they close their eyes, they can hear the roar of swords brought by the sound of snow and wind from afar.

　　 There is second thunder.

　　 "Drummer?"

　　 Huaishi suddenly raised his head, staring at the ceiling above his head, and felt the sound of the sky. The rhythm was so familiar that it had almost been carved into instinct.

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

　　Thunder strikes!

　　 Immediately afterwards, a line of high-pitched calls cut everything completely apart, and the wind and snow all over the sky disappeared without a trace, just like a lofty mountain breaking through the clouds, soaring high in the sky.

　　 Jun is over all things.

　　 Huaishi could feel that the profound and lonely spirit echoed in the sound of the tweet, which made people feel the unspeakable oppression.

　　 During the banquet, Hisagawa's hands trembled in excitement, "This is the teacher's sword of heaven!"

Now, between the sky and the earth, in this too narrow border, there is a huge spirit rising from the mountains, like a giant wrestling, trampling the earth, dancing the sky, turning the mountains and stars into For their own weapons.

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

　　 Huaishi closed his eyes, and had already melted into the mighty symphony.