The Sword Saint pointed to the futon opposite and said.
Xiao Zhan sat down cross-legged on the futon, looking very calm.
The Sword Master poured him a cup of bright red Pu'er tea and made an inviting gesture.
Xiao Zhan picked up the Pu'er tea, took a sip, and commented: "It is said that Japanese people love tea, and it turned out to be true when I saw it today. This tea is brewed at the right temperature and tastes quite good."
The Sword Saint smiled: "Aren't you afraid that I will poison your tea?"
Xiao Zhan smiled back and said: "If the majestic Dongying Sword Saint can do such despicable things, he will not be called the Sword Saint, but the Poison Saint."
"Haha!" The Sword Master laughed: "That's right. I, Hiro Watanabe, always kill people openly and aboveboard. I never use despicable means to win over others, even when dealing with enemies."
Xiao Zhan chuckled: "In that case, just give me a challenge. Why do you still want to arrest my people and lure me here? Isn't this despicable?"
"No." The Sword Saint shook his head: "This is not despicable. My purpose of arresting them is just to lure you here. I did not use them to threaten your life because I was afraid that if I directly declared a challenge, you would not come.
, and ran to hide, just like the last time in Japan, you may have received the news that I was coming to kill you, and you slyly fled across the sea. If I let you know again this time that I am coming to kill you, then
By escaping back to the Dragon Kingdom, didn't I miss the opportunity to kill you?"
Xiao Zhan smiled: "In that case, I have arrived, can you let them go?"
"If you don't let them go, I will think that you are afraid that you won't be able to defeat me and threaten me with them, so you should let them go so that you can retain your reputation for being upright and aboveboard."
Before the Sword Saint could say anything, Mu Haitao couldn't help it anymore and shouted: "Sword Saint, don't listen to his nonsense. None of these people have hands stained with the blood of Japanese warriors. Your Majesty will kill them and will not let them go!"
"Shut up!" The Sword Saint shouted: "How can you, an ant, be allowed to interrupt the conversation between masters?"
Mu Haitao's neck shrank, and he suddenly didn't dare to fart.
Then, the Sword Saint waved his hand and ordered: "Let them all go."
He, Watanabe Hiroshi, really doesn't look down on a mere twenty or so warriors at the transformation level, so what will happen if he lets them go?
Soon, Qin Chuan and others were all released.
"Brother-in-law, it hurts."
Mu Rufeng covered his arms and ran behind Xiao Zhan and said.
"Qin Chuan, take Rufeng down the mountain, contact my wife, and then bandage Rufeng's wound," Xiao Zhan said.
"Boss, what about you?" Qin Chuan asked.
Xiao Zhan smiled: "The Sword Saint didn't let me leave, so of course I have to sit with him for a while."
"Boss..."
Qin Chuan and others were about to say something.
Xiao Zhan raised his hand to stop them and said calmly: "Let's go down the mountain."
Qin Chuan and others all looked worried.
Of course they know how powerful the Japanese Sword Saint is. He is a terrifying master who is much more powerful than Xiao Zhan. In the whole world, those who can defeat the Japanese Sword Saint can be counted on five fingers.
The King of Swords was the beloved disciple of the Sword Saint, and he died in the hands of Xiao Zhan. The Sword Saint wanted to avenge the Sword King. Is it as simple as drinking tea and discussing morality with Xiao Zhan?
That's the one who wants to kill Xiao Zhan!
But Xiao Zhan had already spoken, and they didn't dare to say anything. They could only say: "Boss, please pay more attention to your safety. We will wait for you to come back and then we will go back to the country together."
"Will do."
Xiao Zhan nodded.
"Brother-in-law, you must not be in trouble. Even if you are in trouble, you still have to kill Mu Haitao, you know?" Mu Rufeng said.
Then, he was taken down the mountain by Qin Chuan and others.
The cooked pigeons flew away. Mu Haitao was filled with reluctance, but in the end he still did not dare to speak.
At this time, Sword Saint Watanabe Hiroshi took a sip of tea and asked calmly: "You should know the purpose of my trip, so are you going to kill yourself and use your blood to comfort my disciple's spirit in heaven, or do you want me to cut off your head?"
Give me a memorial ceremony?"
"Choose one. After all, you are the God of War who protects the country. I respect the way you want to die as much as possible."