"What are you looking at?" Wen Ling smiled evilly and stuck his head out.
"Love letter." Lu Yu also looked at her with a proud expression.
"What a fool~" Wen Ling stuck out her tongue at him, "Who cares about you little fox?" She walked in holding the package.
Yes! Lu Yu has read in a book that when a man tells the truth, he can often hide the truth better than making up lies! Knowledge is wealth, and knowledge is power! Now Lu Yu really wants to hug the author's thick legs and express his gratitude.
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"This knife is extraordinary." Wen Ling said as he unwrapped the package.
"Mikazuki Munechika?" Lu Yu observed this sword so closely for the first time. This sword is a tachi, which is our most common Japanese sword. The blade is 80m long, the back is 27m, the handle is 28m, and the sword is inscribed "Sanjo" along the edge.
There were sun and moon-shaped patterns arranged on the sword pattern. He seemed to have seen this sword before. Yes, just before that incident happened, a Japanese samurai was holding this sword.
Lu Yu recalled Ye Qing's sword skills. Could it be that Ye Qing was the descendant of that samurai? No, the generation gap between Japan and China has always been deep. "How could such a famous national treasure sword be passed down to a Chinese?"
Where are the people."
"It may not have been passed on to him," Wen Ling said with a smile, blinking his big eyes, "Maybe it was stolen, or maybe it was bought."
"Silly girl, do you know who the owner of this knife is?"[
"Who?" Wen Ling saw Lu Yu's solemn expression and was also affected.
"I won't tell you~" Lu Yu chuckled evilly.
…
In a certain hospital, Ye Qing was lying on the bed with tears streaming down his face. He really wanted to kneel down, but now it was difficult for Ye Qing to stand up.
"Who did it?" A Japanese man wearing a kimono stood at the head of his bed. He had his hair slicked back, was not tall, and was not strong. His face was full of wrinkles, and he had a very special sense of hygiene.
With his Yamato ethnic origins, walking in such clothes on the street will more or less attract the attention of passers-by.
"Master..." Ye Qing was blind in one eye and cried out what happened at that time.
"Stop talking so much!" The Japanese had a serious face. I just wanted to know who did it.
"A woman."
"What!?" The Japanese samurai slapped Ye Qing, "You were beaten like this by a woman!? Where is my sword!!!!"
Ye Qing didn't even have the courage to dodge, "It was taken away."
"You!" The samurai raised his hand, then stopped, and turned around fiercely, "In the future, you are not allowed to tell others that you are from the Yagyu family!!"
Ye Qing covered his face and did not dare to speak.
This samurai, who is between fifty and sixty years old, is named Yagyu Saumadan. Yagyu Shininryu, the leader of the stream. Why he appears here is the question that Han Ling Great Elder Asura is most concerned about. A man who can be called a Japanese sword master.
The ultimate master, the great master who fought against Qinglong three years ago, actually came to China again. And here to learn Chinese swordsmanship? Asura thought about the unprecedented duel three years ago, and couldn't help but feel happy, Yagyu, Yagyu
, you don’t even know how much you have helped us.
"Great Elder, the helmsman has invited you." A young man in a blue gown knelt down and asked for instructions. Asura rubbed the jade statue of Ksitigarbha in his hand, "What's the matter?"
"This... subordinate really doesn't know."[
"Lead the way." Asura walked into the main forum with square steps. Who would have thought that Han Ling's chief rudder would be built in a hollowed-out mountain. Who would have thought that Han Ling's current chief rudder would actually be
She is a woman. There are four great elders like Asura in Hanling, Qinglong, Fujitora, Phoenix and himself. Fujitora died, Qinglong lived in seclusion, and Phoenix and he became the most promising candidates to inherit the position of helmsman.
, but the God of Wealth chose the Phoenix. Although he was dissatisfied, he could do nothing about it. The accident three years ago, the Phoenix killed Fujitora, but Asura failed to defeat the Silver Fox. For him, this is something he will never be able to wash away.
of shame.
"Altar Master." Asura knelt on one knee, and a woman's figure was vaguely printed behind a large screen.
Is that book missing? A enchanting and ethereal voice came, and Asura, a worldly master who did not like the fireworks of the world, was also shocked. He calmed down and said, "Not yet." He lied, a code name
The female killer named "Kong Yuan" already knows who has the half-broken book.
"So, has Silver Fox's body been found?"
"nor."
The words behind the screen. Asura did not dare to say more.
"Even if we can't get the silver fox's skin back, this rule should be changed." Five slender fingers were reflected behind the screen. Someone must have chosen the next fox.
"Yes, it's best to complain empty-handedly."
"Give her a tattoo and I will give her the first task."
"Yes." Asura lowered his head and stood up, then walked back.
"I have something to ask you for advice."
"speak."
"Yesterday, Agui sent word that Yagyu is back."
There was another long silence behind the screen.
"I understand, go down."
Asura walked on the long and narrow suspension bridge, followed closely by a girl whose face was covered by black gauze. "Kong Qian, have you killed Lu Yu?"
"I'm not sure." The girl's voice was hollow and slightly hoarse. Asura sighed. From tomorrow on, you will be a silver fox. Don't insult this name.
"Yes." The woman's voice was slightly trembling. She had finally waited for this day.
"Also, you must get that thing for me."
(I’m going to share these three chapters today. Please collect, criticize, and support. Thank you in advance, Zhaolin. If you have any comments, feel free to mention them.)