His classmate was young and in his prime. He was full of scholarly spirit and full of vigor.
He pointed out the country and inspired words. He was once a marquis of ten thousand households.
Have you ever remembered that when you were in the middle of the stream, the waves stopped the flying boat?
One was Mo Qingdi, one of the three dragons of Hua Xia's Three Dragons and Seven Tigers. The other was the Japanese Sword God Chiba Hirobumi, who was worshipped by the martial artists of the country. The two of them were not talking about cultivation secrets, nor were they discussing some supreme sword techniques.
They were like two ordinary middle-aged men, competing to see who had drunk the strongest alcohol and bragged about who had played with the most beautiful women.
They were like children competing and lecturing like perverts. If the outside world knew about this, they would be shocked.
However, who could understand their sad state of mind at this time?
It was more like mockery than showing off.
Because what they were talking about was the peak of their lives that had been lost and could never return.
They were like two injured wolf kings, snuggling up to each other to keep each other warm. Their existence itself was a kind of comfort to each other.
"It's been more than 20 years since we parted yesterday." The old drunkard looked leisurely, holding a wine gourd and pouring himself wine. He did not treat Chiba Hirobumi as a guest and chatted with him as if they were old friends. Although they had not seen each other for so many years, they did not feel unfamiliar. The friendship between gentlemen was as light as water. Perhaps, this was the camaraderie between men. "Fang Yan said you were coming. I was looking forward to your coming, but I was afraid of it. The red flowers bloomed and the green leaves withered. The cruelest thing in life is not living in a deep valley all your life, but when you climbed from the deep valley to the top of the mountain with great difficulty, only to be kicked down by someone — what's the use of seeing a disabled person? "
Chiba Hirobumi put down the wine jar and looked at the old drunkard. "Why did you meet me again?"
"Because of fear," said the old drunkard. "When I realized that I was afraid to see you, I had to see you. I don't believe in gods and Buddhas, and I'm not afraid of ghosts and gods. How can I be afraid to see people? "
"That's a good reason," said Chiba Hirobumi. "I'm the same as you. I'm also afraid to see you. But I still want to see you. "
Old Drunkard took a sip of wine and didn't answer. He waited for Chiba to continue.
"Twenty years ago, I was so confident that I could conquer Hua Xia, but in the end, I was defeated by you single-handedly. I've been in seclusion for 20 years because I have fear in my heart. "Chiba Hirobumi said. "I'm not afraid of losing, I'm afraid of not being able to win. Every time I mustered up my courage and thought back to the battle at Eight Snake Mountain, there would be another voice in my heart telling me that I was very strong, but he was even stronger. You can't win. Again and again, he mustered up his courage and gave up again and again. Later, my son, Chiba Haowu, caused trouble in Hua Xia and got injured. It was only then that I made up my mind to come here — not to avenge my son, but because I felt that I had to come here. Only after I personally fought with you will I know who the victor is and the difference between us. Otherwise, we can only live in fear for the rest of our lives. "
"I understand." Old Drunkard raised his wine gourd towards Chiba Shinobu. "I salute you."
Old Drunkard liked to drink but never respected people. This was the first time in many years that he raised his glass.
Chiba Shinobu took a sip from the wine jar, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and said: "This time, I still don't have the confidence to win, but I can't continue to wait — — because I'm worried that the longer I wait, the less courage I have. I'll be trapped on the island for the rest of my life and never have the chance to set foot on land. "
"I'm glad you came."
"It's an honor to meet you."
Old Drunkard asked: "Do you want to fight again today?"
"Today, we must fight." Chiba Shinobu said firmly. He had waited for this battle for more than 20 years. He had also prepared for more than 20 years. How could he give up so easily?
This was the demon that troubled him for half of his life. This was the cause and effect that motivated him to work hard.
Old Drunkard laughed and said: "One has lost half of his inner energy, the other has no killing intent — — why fight?"
"To fight." Chiba Shinobu said. "The battle at Eight Snake Mountain has yet to be decided, and I still feel regretful. I've always felt that you owe me one, and I also owe you one. Let's settle it today. Because you and I both know very well that after today, we won't have another chance. "
"As you wish." Old Drunkard said.
Chiba Shinobu's dirty hand suddenly reached into the wine jar. His hand clawed hard as if he was grabbing something.
What he grabbed was the wine, the intense fire-like burning knife.
The wine was shapeless, but after being wrapped by his inner energy, it actually took on the shape of a rectangular sword.
The long sword was pulled into the air by him, but the wine sword in his hand didn't break. Not a single drop of wine splashed.
This person's control of inner energy had reached perfection, like magic.
Chiba Shinobu held the big sword in his hand and slashed towards Old Drunkard not far away.
A sword that shocked the gods and split the mountains.
The wine sword was like an iron sword, making a sizzling sound as it was swung.
The air in front of him was split open by him. The space appeared to be distorted due to his ghostly speed and majestic power.
Puff!
Old Drunkard who was sleeping on the chair spat out the wine in his mouth. Countless streams of wine turned into countless small swords that flew towards the incoming heavy sword.
Bang, bang, bang —
The huge wine sword and the countless small swords collided with each other, producing a crisp sound of metal hitting stone.
Pieces of the wine sword were cut off by the small swords. The falling swords immediately melted into a stream of hot water, then evaporated into nothingness.
The heavy sword didn't change its direction, but its speed became more ferocious. It slashed towards Mo Qing Di with an indomitable posture.
After tearing off some of the giant sword's body, the countless small swords also pierced towards the Thousand Leaves Soldier Division opposite them like moths flying in a dense pack.
Crack —
The rattan chair Mo Qing Di was sitting on was cut in half by the wine sword. Even the green brick floor was cut into deep grooves by the sword energy. It was as easy as a knife cutting through tofu.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang —
Countless small swords stabbed into the wall behind Chiba Shinobu, leaving countless small holes in the pure white wall. There was a puddle of wine outside of each small hole. This was the reason why the Qi inside the wine sword had completely disappeared and scattered around.
Mo Qing Di disappeared from the rattan chair, and Chiba Shinobu jumped up from the floor he was sitting on.
The two of them stood in the courtyard at the same time, staring at each other.
Chiba Shinobu looked at the old drunkard and sighed: "If it was twenty years ago, this sword would have been able to crush my heavy sword into pieces. It will be hard to see such a spectacle again, what a pity. "
"You only have sword energy and no killing intent, why is that?" Mo Qing Di asked in return. "A sword without killing intent — its power is only ninety percent."
"Because I don't want to kill you." Chiba Shinobu said.
"That's a troublesome matter." The old drunkard said.
"Yeah, it really is a troublesome matter." Chiba Shinobu said. "Your inner energy is less than fifty percent of what it was back then, and your left hand could've stabbed one more time — it was very hard for me to dodge. I couldn't dodge that sword back then. "
"Meeting is not as good as reminiscing." The old drunkard said sadly. If they couldn't fight to their heart's content, if they couldn't do their best to kill each other, then what was the point of fighting like this? What was the difference between this and children playing house?
They had seen too many extraordinary things, so what they were afraid of now was this kind of dull and lifeless battle.
"That's right. Meeting is not as good as reminiscing. "Chiba Shinobu said. "You want to die?"
"You don't want to live either."
"We really think the same way." Chiba Shinobu said.
The two of them laughed at each other.
During the fight just now, Chiba Shinobu almost killed the old drunkard, but he stopped.
The old drunkard also almost killed Chiba Shinobu, but he held back.
They were both despairing people, so despairing that they didn't mind dying under the sword of their most respected opponent.
"We should drink another vat" the old drunkard said.
Chiba Shinobu refused, saying: "I'll get drunk if I drink anymore. Let's get down to business. Once this is over, we can drink as much as we want. "
"Then let's get down to business first" the old drunkard said. "Whoever wins will have to drink to the winner."
"Then I'll have to trouble you." Chiba Shinobu sincerely said.
Chiba Shinobu broke off a branch from the pear tree above his head, broke off the fork on the branch, then used this crooked branch as a sword.
Mo Qing Di flicked his foot and caught a mop in his hand. With a flick of his wrist, the cloth straps on the mop flew off, turning the long stick in his hand into a spear.
"Take this sword of mine" Chiba Shinobu said with an extremely solemn expression. "This is the sword that I've been thinking about day and night, the sword that gave me the deepest understanding in the last 20 years — — I've always wanted to bring it to see you. This sword, I've named it Unintentional. Be careful. "
"Got it" the old drunkard nodded seriously.
Chiba Shinobu moved.
Chiba Shinobu clearly moved, but his body was still standing in the same place.
That was just his afterimage, and the ball of mystery that looked like an afterimage was the real body of Chiba Shinobu.
Because his speed was too fast, it created an illusion to the eyes, creating the illusion that Qianye Shinobi was not moving at all.
He thrusted his sword straight out.
Thrust his sword that was made from a tree branch.
It was a straight sword, a plain sword.
It was like a very ordinary man holding a tree branch and stabbing it at his enemy's chest. It was not fancy, not stunning, no sound of wind and thunder, and no energy.
It was just a tree branch. It was an ordinary sword thrust by an ordinary person.
It looked really disappointing.
However, the old drunkard couldn't help but lift his sleepy eyelids. His confused eyes were filled with light. His expression was unprecedentedly serious. It was like seeing a pile of gold, or a piece of rare treasure.
Ten thousand swords as one!
Ten thousand sword techniques could be condensed into this sword, and ten thousand changes could be performed into this sword.
Endless life!
No change was the biggest change, because it could change in countless ways at any time.
If there were no tracks, then there were no traces to be found.
No sword will, no defense.
After 20 years of sword comprehension, he finally thrust this sword. Chiba Shinobu deserved to be called the Sword God of Japan.
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