Behind tonight's lesson, it represented a ceremony similar to washing one's hands in a golden basin.
Through the transfer of authority and the use of assistance, the dojo's renewal was completed.
From then on, the Sword Saint would retire from the Jianghu.
No one would have thought that the old man would let go so quickly and decisively, catching everyone off guard. Everything had already been settled.
The old man took down the sword on his waist. Immediately after, the kneeling Haruka Kamiizumi respectfully held up the sword with both hands and displayed it in front of everyone. Then, carefully and solemnly, she hung it on her waist.
In front of all the higher-ups and disciples of the dojo, the handover of the inheritance was completed.
Before the undercurrent began to surge, the ending had already been finalized. The dust had settled, and there was no room for anyone with ulterior motives to act. He had even quietly introduced a strong ally like Mount Tengu and an ally like Danbo, who was close at hand, to assist his successor to get through the period of weakness.
Perhaps this was the 'art of war' that the samurai spoke of?
Moving like lightning, unpredictable like the dark.
Tengu Yama was far away at the border. His strength was huge, but it was impossible for him to shake the foundation of the dojo. With a powerful ally like Daitengu, the dojo that lost the Sword Saint would be able to get through the awkward handover period in a stable manner.
And Danbo, who was close at hand, was also in a state of full recovery. His potential was huge, but for the time being, he was unable to scheme against the dojo. He could be fully trusted and cooperate with him as an equal.
With Daitengu and Huai Shi, no matter how useless Haruka Kamiizumi was, she would be able to preserve the vitality of the dojo.
As for whether there would be any friction between the two sides after the honeymoon period, that would be a matter of time. No matter how wise one was, it was impossible to think so far ahead.
Beside the old Sword Saint, the young girl began to methodically announce the reorganization and simplification of the dojo. She would withdraw from the management of Yomi-no-Kuni and focus on the operation of the dojo itself and the teaching of the disciples.
This was probably the instruction of the Sword Saint.
The old man's meaning was very clear: After stripping the dojo of all political attributes, he only hoped that it would continue to exist as Kamiizumi's dojo.
As for the other things, he didn't care. What he wanted to leave behind was only the inheritance.
After losing the Sword Saint, the dojo would no longer be able to hold on to the enormous amount of power it held. It was better to retreat at this moment than to be eaten by a pack of wolves in the future.
However, the more Huai Shi listened, the more uncomfortable he felt.
Because all the arrangements were centered around one point.
— — If the Sword Saint was lost, how could the dojo survive for long?
He did not hesitate to give him such a big piece of cake and even gave him the title of Deputy Curator of the training hall. In the future, all the warriors of Yingzhou would be his disciples in name …
Huai Shi couldn't help but wonder, "Is this old man entrusting me to him?"
Then, he heard the sound of thunder.
At that moment, everyone heard a loud boom.
From the mountains behind the training hall, a shrill bolt of lightning shot out from the sky and fell to the ground, tearing apart the barrier in front of it. In an instant, it reached the core of the training hall...
Everyone was stunned and couldn't help but look up.
In front of the Sword Saint, who dared to act so rashly?
However, Shangquan lowered his eyes as if he didn't hear anything. It was as if he was old and asleep.
However, the corners of his mouth seemed to be an illusion as a smile curled up.
Only Huai Shi could feel it.
He was no longer here.
No, he was never here.
He just went back to where he was.
.
At that moment, in the exquisite courtyard, behind the opened door, the old man who was leaning on the chair and admiring the moonlight raised his eyes.
Looking at the dancing smoke and dust in the courtyard and the big pit that tore apart all the quiet and beautiful scenery, a burly figure slowly emerged from it.
He grinned at him.
"Long time no see, Shangquan."
Elder Luo said, "Are you done with your funeral? I'm here to fight with you. "
"Fight?"
The Sword Saint was amused. He laughed so hard that saliva came out. From the corner of his mouth, he coughed violently.
On the chair, the old man who was so thin that only his bones were left was overjoyed. His sunken eyes were full of ridicule.
"That's great, that's great."
The old man who was paralyzed on the chair and couldn't even wipe his saliva without a nurse laughed, "At such an old age, hearing that someone wants to fight with me is like hearing a beauty express her feelings to me when I was young … It makes me ambitious, haha."
He tilted his head. His dry and thin neck was like a straw pole, which could barely support his head.
"Sorry, Luo Siwei, you're late."
He said, "You're fifty years late."
As early as fifty years ago … I should have died.
This was the truth that was strictly sealed by the genealogy of Yingzhou. This was the true appearance of the Sword Saint who lived in seclusion.
When he was young, he fought too many people with swords. He was brave and ruthless and left so many scars. When he was old and wanted to maintain his health, he began to retreat. Although he had the title of Sword Saint, he couldn't stop his decline and aging day by day.
According to the best medical treatment in the Survival Institute, according to common sense, he should have died of old age as early as fifty years ago.
His consciousness was scattered, his soul collapsed, and his body decayed. The Divine Mark that was out of control solidified again and sank into the deepest hell, ushering in the most complete death.
"I know."
Elder Luo nodded. He held his chin and asked calmly, "Isn't there still a breath left? It's not a big deal. "
He knew all too well that the Sword Saint was the most famous of the hundreds of Supreme Skills that he had mastered. Just like the [Lactic Acid Accumulation] that he loved the most among all his Supreme Skills, it was a terrifying power that defied common sense.
Whether it was called 'Sword of the Heart' or 'Desire Beyond Heaven', it was just a title given by outsiders. Its essence was the terrifying will that resisted death for fifty years with his last breath.
In the beginning, it was just a fierce means to kill with one blow. However, in the end, it actually extended to such an unbelievable extent. From believing in the death of the enemy, to believing in his own survival.
Derived from the blade and accomplished by Shang Quan himself, it could be said that this Supreme Skill was the Sword Saint himself at this moment.
As long as he still had the strength to lift the blade towards death, he would not be defeated.
[Supreme Skill, Sword Saint]!
The Sword Saint was amused. His laughter was hoarse and sharp. A response came from his rotten throat.
"You're just a person who's struggling at death's door. You don't even dare to unsheathe your sword for fifty years. What else can you say?"
It was such a mockery.
When he raised his sword to face death, he no longer had the strength to face other enemies.
The reason why he had braced himself, held his breath, and endured for 50 years despite being in such a sorry state was just to be a decoration.
In order to protect this tiger skin of his.
For his disciples, for his former teacher, and for the kindness of the royal family and his family.
Under the threat and domineering of the barbarian general, he used his own existence to redeem some dignity for the High Emperor, as a deterrent bomb.
He tried his best to preserve some vitality for the Yingzhou family.
Now, the enemy was gone.
[I won't be able to hold on for much longer …]
He did not have much time left.
In order to deter the enemy, he had to force himself to believe that he could still live.
Because unless he could live, there would be no turning back.
Once he left the mortal world, there would be earth-shattering chaos.
But now, he could finally die.
"When?" Elder Luo asked.
"About half a year later." The Sword Saint thought for a while and replied, "When everything is on the right track."
When that time comes, I can die in peace.
When he said this, a relieved expression appeared on his ugly and withered face. It was a peace that made his opponent jealous.
"I really envy you, Shang Quan." Elder Luo sighed. "You can die without any burden after doing what you want to do."
"There's no difference between not having any burden and being full of guilt. It's just death. It's the end." Shang Quan looked at his long-lost opponent with pity. "It's a pity for you, Luo Siwei."
It's really a pity.
If you were born thirty years earlier, when I met you, I would have had a carefree battle, right?
If your injuries had healed ten years earlier, I would still have the strength to respond to your invitation, right?
What a pity.
"It's okay."
Elder Luo reached out and took out the silk handkerchief that his daughter gave him. He gently wiped Shang Quan's saliva and snot. He was so gentle.
"You can do it now."
He sat beside Shang Quan on the chair that was specially prepared for him. He leaned against it and adjusted his posture. He casually invited him, "What kind of place do you like? Downtown? Ruins? Wasteland? Forget about the sea. I'm a little seasick. "
Shang Quan thought for a while and smacked his lips. He was daydreaming. "In the mountains, there are few people. I won't be disturbed. There are also deer and birds in the wild."
"It's very cold in winter."
"Yes, it's snowing. The world is white. It's so cold that it makes people shiver." Shang Quan narrowed his eyes and chuckled softly. "But after drinking wine and finding a woman, I'll be hot all over when I come back. I'll bare my arms and sing. I'm not afraid of the cold."
Elder Luo rolled his eyes. "Are you still thinking about women now? Old pervert. "
"What about you?"
"If it's me, I'll probably wake up early and eat breakfast made by my daughter. After doing a few sets of anaerobic exercises, I'll go out for a run." Elder Luo thought for a while and said, "The air is comfortable and fresh. It's as if the whole world is breathing. It'll be even better if I can find a worthy opponent. There won't be any regrets in a perfect day."
"That's what this old man thinks too."
Listening to Elder Luo's words, Shang Quan sighed softly. He had long been fascinated …
They smiled and stared at the night sky in the courtyard as if they could see that scene.
Just like that, in the barren mountains covered in snow and on the white land, separated by the falling snowflakes, the decadent samurai who lingered in Yoshihara and the wandering monk who broke his precepts met.
They stared at each other. Countless snowflakes fell in front of their eyes and turned into the illusion of rain.
Therefore, there was no need to say anything more.
This was a gift from the heavens. It was rare to meet an opponent.
They just needed to smile.
With gratitude, they raised their fists, pulled out their swords, and gambled their lives to fight here.
Until the winner was decided.
Until … they returned after having fun!
At that moment, everyone in Yomiyo-no-Yomiasaka suddenly woke up and raised their heads.
They saw an illusion that did not exist here.
It was raining?
But the sky was empty.
Only some invisible things were falling down one after another.
When they raised their hands to receive it, they could feel the illusory coldness.
It was snow …
When they closed their eyes, they could hear the sound of snow and wind from afar, bringing with it the roar of swords.
There was also the sound of thunder.
"Drummer?"
Huai Shi suddenly raised his head and stared at the ceiling above his head. He felt the sound of the sky. It was such a familiar rhythm that it had almost been engraved into his instincts.
The sound echoed in the sky. It was as if five invisible fingers were clenching, turning the sky into an iron fist.
The sound of thunder!
Then, a high-pitched cry completely cut everything. The wind and snow disappeared without a trace. It was as if a towering mountain broke through the clouds and soared high in the sky.
It was the ruler of all things.
Huai Shi could feel the profound and proud will reverberating in the sound of the cry. It made people feel an indescribable pressure.
During the banquet, Hisakawa was so excited that his hands trembled. "This is Teacher's Sword of Heaven City!"
Right now, between the heaven and earth, in this excessively narrow border, there was a tremendous aura rising from the mountains. It was like a giant wrestling with strength, trampling on the earth and dancing in the sky, turning the mountains and stars into its own weapons.
When it collided with each other, it set off a storm in the world.
Huai Shi closed his eyes and merged into the vast symphony.
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