Lu Mingfei, who studied Dragon Clan before slaying the dragon

In the afternoon, the Municipal Children's Palace and the Musashi Kendo Hall.

"This guy doesn't even wear any protective gear, and he's practiced a straight chop from start to finish no less than a thousand times. Where's the newbie? No one kicked him out here?"

"Shut up! You are new here and don't know the rules. Don't use your ignorance to speculate on that adult!"

"There are two special beings in our Children's Palace Kendo Hall who are regarded as the 'Children's Palace Sword Masters', and that one is one of them! These two adults have the strength to surpass the curator in swordsmanship!"

"Hiss! Didn't all the curators pass the seventh-dan exam this year? At their age, they are actually better than the seventh-dan curators?"

In a corner of the dojo, a young man wearing a white top and black sword-do uniform and thick white socks was swinging his sword in the air. The area around him was extremely empty and no one was approaching.

If the boy's cookie-cutter movements seem too monotonous to beginners who have not yet started kendo, just drawing and swinging the sword, even children who have not graduated from elementary school can master this simple set of movements after training.

Any "old man" who has spent some time in a kendo gym knows very well that this is one of the lessons that teenagers must go through every day. Careful swordsmen can see that even though the young man has swung the bamboo sword thousands of times, his breathing is still long and there is no sign of disorder. What is even more frightening is that the angle, frequency and force of each swing of the young man's sword are so precise. Horrible, almost comparable to a set mechanical program.

Moreover, boys generally keep the same color when it comes to kendo uniforms. White at the top and black at the bottom are mostly worn in Iaido, Aikido or high-level styles. If there is no corresponding high-level temperament, wearing different colors will only make people look confused. The person appears very feminine.

But even with this kind of clothing, there is no sense of disobedience or abruptness when worn on the boy. On the contrary, it fits perfectly with his aura, as if the boy was born to dress like this.

"Mingfei, I heard that you are also going abroad?" A middle-aged man holding a protective mask in one hand and a bamboo knife in the other came to the young man's side. The middle-aged man has a friendly smile and is probably around forty years old. His slender chin is covered with livid stubble.

"It should be just these few days, curator. By the way, will you be lonely after I leave?" Lu Mingfei kept swinging his sword while joking with the middle-aged man. Even if he was multitasking, he couldn't make his movements meaningful. The slightest stagnation.

After working hard for thousands of times every day until he could command like an arm, the sword seemed to have become a part of Lu Mingfei's body. The movement of swinging the sword was naturally no different from breathing and blinking.

"You are not a young lady, why should I be lonely when you leave!" The middle-aged man scolded with a smile, "Pack up your bed and get out of here as soon as possible. You and Chu Zihang, you two have been in my kendo gym all these years and you know what's going on behind others' backs." Are you chewing on my tongue? People say that the students who come here admire the name of those two sword masters of the Youth Palace. The old curator has long since become old and useless! Do you think it is irritating or not? "

"Whose child is so ignorant! You can eat randomly, but you can say nonsense!" Lu Mingfei looked angry and spoke generously, "What do you mean that the curator is no longer useful when he is old? It sounds like the curator was young. How awesome can it be!"

"You kid!" The middle-aged man raised his bamboo knife as if to hit Lu Mingfei, but when he found that the latter was not scared at all, he took back the bamboo knife angrily.

"But it is true that compared to you two, I was nothing when I was young. Who could have imagined that you only started practicing swordsmanship when you were fifteen years old. In just three years, you have already far surpassed me in swordsmanship. You are an old guy of thirty years!" The middle-aged man sighed.

"Don't mention it. Who said you are old, curator? I am the first one to worry about you. You have won the title of seventh dan at the age of more than 40 years old. If you are older, wouldn't you be able to get the eighth and ninth dans easily? Hundred-year-old sword Sheng Fei belongs to you, Master Curator!" Lu Mingfei was so proud.

"You brat, you're swearing in a different way!" The middle-aged man slapped Lu Mingfei on the head, "If it weren't for the rigid rules of Japanese kendo and the serious issue of seniority, you and Chu Zihang, you two boys, would go and make a fortune. Isn’t Duan Ba ​​Duan a piece of cake?”

"After Chu Zihang left, you were quite boring, right? He originally studied with me for one season in elementary school and lost contact with me. You brought him to my place three years ago to practice swordsmanship with you. Every time we dueled, My little temple was almost overwhelmed by the crowd of onlookers! By the way, which one of you two won more?" the middle-aged man asked gossiping.

"Senior brothers won more. In the first year or so of learning swordsmanship, almost all seniors won. Later, I was lucky enough to beat him a few times due to luck." Lu Mingfei said with a smile.

"That's not a fluke of yours! How can there be any luck in a kendo duel? It all relies on steady strength and adaptable reflexes!" the middle-aged man said, "Actually, I'm also very curious about how strong you are now. Before I leave, Have you ever been interested in sparring with an old guy like me?"

"Your students are all here, Director. Aren't you afraid that you won't be able to hold your head up in front of them in the future?" Lu Mingfei stopped swinging his sword and pointed at the hot-blooded kendo youths in black who were looking at us from a distance and asked in a low voice. .

"It's not a shame to lose to our Children's Palace Sword Master!" The man laughed loudly, "And you forgot that I brought you here too. The higher your ability is, it means that I teach you well. As a teacher, I am naturally more pleased!"

"I hope more and more people will sign up for your swordsmanship class." Lu Mingfei smiled and revealed the man's true thoughts.

He swung his sword one last time, and the air exploded like a bamboo knot. The boy sheathed his sword and followed the man on the spotless solid wood floor to the center of the field.

"Still not wearing protective gear, Mingfei?" the man asked softly.

"Director, you know, I did not pick up the sword because I yearned for Japanese kendo. On the contrary, I am disgusted with the red tape in Japanese kendo." Lu Mingfei looked serious, shook his head and said solemnly, "That thin layer A thin mask cannot block the enemy's murderous intent in a life-or-death situation, nor can it protect important people."

The onlookers loudly cheered the title of "Youth Palace Sword Master" and raised their arms and cheered loudly for the boy's deviant but generous remarks.

Only the middle-aged man heard the sharpness in Lu Mingfei's tone, which was as sharp as the light of a sword.

Both sides bowed at ninety degrees in salute. Even though the middle-aged man's eyes were as deep as the sea under his protective gear, he still couldn't see through the young man who was only eighteen years old and in his prime standing opposite him.

Mingfei, will you face such a dangerous situation in the future? Murderous Sword, what kind of grudge is buried in your young heart? In this case, as your kendo leader, I am willing to be your first stepping stone in kendo!

The sword tips were intertwined. It was obviously just two bamboo knives confronting each other, but people seemed to smell the bloody storm coming towards them.

The middle-aged man glanced up and down with his eyes, searching hard like a radar and seizing the momentary flaw that could determine victory or defeat.

But Lu Mingfei, who was confronting him, showed no flaws at all. He was motionless yet majestic, like a lion.