All the troubles this time were caused by Edward and the others, but since Japan is coming, will the monks in China be afraid of them?
As for whether the emperor wanted to replace the position of Prime Minister, Lin Chen didn't care at all, but he thought it was good. Japan suddenly retreated back to the feudal era hundreds of years ago. It was really welcome to see. Think about it, what would a country become under the rule of an old man and a group of Onmyoji? Maybe he should kill the emperor, so he would become the emperor of Japan. Haha, killing an old man is much easier than dealing with the entire Japanese Self-Defense Forces.
The next morning, Lin Chen came to the courtyard. Yuliu was practicing sword under a cherry blossom tree. Under the flying cherry blossoms, Yuliu, wearing a crimson warrior uniform, held a knife still among the falling petals. Suddenly, he put his sword in his chest, stepped on his footsteps, swung out a long sword, and transformed into silver arcs. The whole person rolled into a red shadow, flashing under a layer of silver light. After dozens of swords were slashed, he suddenly stood still and the sword was sheathed. The petals around him silently shattered in half, falling around him.
Lin Chen applauded gently and praised, "Good swordsmanship." Yu Liu came to his senses and smiled slightly, "Lin, good morning, I'm still worried that you won't get up this morning."
Lin Chen walked forward with a smile, looked at the broken cherry blossoms and asked, "What kind of sword technique did you use just now? I was so confused about my eyes."
Yu Liu smiled proudly, then looked at the petals floating in the sky with a distant look, and said softly, "This is my own 'Sakura Sword Technique'. For a warrior, it is so beautiful that he can cut off the enemy's head under the cherry blossoms flying all over the sky. This scene often appears in my mind. Haha, maybe I look forward to one day..."
Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped talking, looked back at Lin Chen and smiled, "Have you eaten breakfast? Oh, I know you are not used to traditional Japanese food, so I specially sent someone to the Chinese restaurant in the city to invite four Chinese chefs for you. What do you want to eat, I will tell them to make it."
Lin Chen slapped Yu Liu on the shoulder with a hard slap, almost defeating the weak white-faced young actor half of his shoulder. He was really hungry and said bluntly, "Then, two drawers of small buns, two bowls of fried noodles, two bowls of wontons, some fried dough sticks, and two cups of soy milk. That's all for the time being, Yu Liujun, no one in the world is more considerate than you. Ah, you can actually create your own swordsmanship, which is really amazing."
Yu Liu smiled bitterly and rubbed her shoulders, and ordered the two maids to go down and prepare. She smiled faintly, "Actually it's nothing. I was locked up in this city when I was a child. I had never been out before I was eighteen years old. I was bored and came up with this set of sword techniques myself. Lin, do you know that the artistic conception of this set of sword techniques was realized based on the trajectory of the cherry blossoms. It was as gentle and beautiful as the cherry blossoms, and it can kill the enemy."
Lin Chen pretended to know nothing, but just exclaimed, "Ah, you spent your childhood here, that's so miserable. Oh, please forgive me for my inappropriate words. This is your father's decision. Why did he treat you like this? This is very unfavorable to the physical and mental development of the child." He seemed to have accidentally said something wrong and quickly apologized.
Yu Liu's face darkened, but soon returned to normal, and said lightly, "My father is also for my own good. He hopes that I can become an excellent warrior."
Lin Chen nodded, "Yes, yes, which father doesn't want his son to make a name for himself? I understand your father's idea. So what did you do here when you were a child? Training? That kind of thing must be very hard."
Yu Liu gritted his teeth, and it couldn't help but appear in his mind that a young boy slashed tens of thousands of times in a row, and because of a little deviation in his posture of holding the knife, the boy's father whipped it over with a bamboo whip. A blood mark immediately appeared on the boy's face, and countless scenes passed through his mind. Yu Liu was surprised. He didn't expect that so many years have passed, and he still remembered these things so clearly, and every detail is clear.
The memories finally stopped on a picture. The boy who had been arduous for a day returned to his room and lay on the bed with bruises all over his body. The wounds all over his body were as painful as fire. He looked at the ceiling and finally started to cry. He thought of his mother, but since he was born, he didn't know who his mother was. A six-year-old child, he was lonely and lonely, and he had no friend or even no one to talk to him. For him, all life is to keep training, training, and training.
The boy closed his eyes. He was really sleepy, or he was used to all this. From birth, his life was like this. He had never changed. At this time, he felt his face wet and warm, as if something was licking him. He opened his eyes and opened his eyes wide in surprise.
It was a puppy, a stray puppy, somehow ran to his room, and his hind leg seemed to be a little injured.
The boy immediately helped the puppy bandage the wound and let it recover in his room. From then on, the puppy became the boy's only friend and the first friend in his life. Every time he returned to the room after training, the boy would hold the puppy and talk, complain, or pour out some worries. In his heart, the puppy could understand.
With the company of the puppy, the boy gradually smiled on his face. Every time he trained, the injury he suffered did not seem to hurt. Anyway, they would be healed after a while, so he thought so.
However, when the boy was eight years old, the puppy was discovered by a servant at home. This incident soon made the boy's father know that in front of the boy, the father first hanged the already grown puppy on a tree, and then cut off the puppy's head with a knife.
The boy opened his eyes wide, his face was covered with blood. It was the blood of his good friend. At this moment, he forgot what fear was, and for the first time he understood what hatred was.
The boy still remembers what his father roared after cutting off the puppy's head.
"You, a lowly person, actually found a dog to be your friend, Bagayalu! He actually classified himself and the beast as the same level! It's such a shame. This will only make you weak. Our Oda family does not need weak and incompetent guys. Let me tell you now that the word friend itself is false. There are no so-called friends in this world, only eternal interests. Keep this sentence in my heart!"