Cities: Start from Controlling Destiny

Unless the situation is really a last resort, the Yi country authorities will not use modernization power to deal with a foreign invader.

However, if the power of the authorities is not used, no shrine is willing to take the lead in dealing with this Lin Xianshi who turned out to be born out of nowhere.

"Jianzu, we came here this time to invite you out of the pavilion, behead Lin Xianshi, and revive the glory of our Yi country's swordsmanship." Qian Renbing bowed slightly to Zheng Chuanheng, expressing his meaning.

"Master Qian Renbing, you are embarrassing this old man."

Zheng Chuanheng's face changed slightly. Although he had some guesses about the intention of these people, but they were so straightforward, it was still a little unexpected.

This is obviously to jump him into the fire pit.

Although he was named the number one kendo master in the Yi country, he was already old, and he earned back the honor he has today by fighting non-stop when he was young.

Therefore, he lived in the gymnasium for a long time, in order to get honor and longevity, and enjoy his old age peacefully.

After Zheng Chuanheng finished speaking, he raised his eyes and found that the Haitian King and others who followed him all bowed one after another. Obviously, they had already negotiated before coming.

At this time, Zheng Chuanheng's pupils suddenly burned like flames, and there seemed to be a mysterious force living inside.

Zheng Chuanheng, who was respectful just now, had a dull face, like a puppet, being controlled by others.

"Invasion of our barbarian country should be punished, you come with me."

Zheng Chuan stood up straight as if he had changed, then stepped aside, bent down to Qian Renbing and the others, and made a gesture of invitation.

Qian Renbing and the others present were dumbfounded by the unimaginable scene in front of them.

This Zheng Chuan Heng is the No. 1 in Yi country's swordsmanship, with an incomparably lofty status, he actually respects juniors like them extremely.

Just when everyone was looking at each other and at a loss, Masawa Yoko who bent over said again:
"Everyone, step up and come with my clone."

Everyone who had been at a loss all this time, their faces changed drastically when they heard this.

Doppelganger?

The person who had been dealing with them just now turned out to be Masawa Yoko's double placed in the Budokan.

This time, Qian Renbing felt a sense of awakening. She had heard of Zheng Chuan Heng, an extremely strong man, in the early years, and said that he was calm and taciturn, but inexplicably, a few years ago, this Zheng Chuan Heng looked like a different person. Like a person, his words are smooth, and everyone he meets is respectful, with the demeanor of the number one swordsman in the country.

It can be known from his calling himself 'Master Qian Renbing'.

After thinking it through, Qian Renbing felt a bit more at ease in his heart, otherwise, if he wanted to lead a team to wipe out Immortal Master Lin by acting like a stand-in, he would have no chance of winning at all.

Qian Renbing got up first and walked towards the direction pointed by Masawa Yoko's substitute.

The others followed closely, but their hearts were agitated, because the person they were going to meet was the authentic Zheng Chuan Heng, the most legendary figure in the Yi country, a generation of sword ancestors.

If he makes a move, any shit Lin Xianshi will become his innocent soul under the sword.

Even practitioners who have not practiced swords are familiar with the name Masawa Yoko. It can be said that he is the last sword master in the samurai era.

Among the living saints, there is only Zheng Chuanheng in the entire Yi country.

In the blood of the Yi people, the warrior spirit flows from the moment they are born, and the awe of the sword master is branded in the bone marrow.

Zheng Chuan Heng can be said to be the pioneer of the Yi country's swordsmanship.

Led by the stand-in, Qian Renbing and others came to a garden behind the Kendo Hall.

The design style of this garden is quite similar to the Edo style decades ago, with bamboo forests and wooden houses dotted everywhere, which are full of tranquility.

"Jianzu is enlightening inside."

The substitute suddenly stopped in front of him, pointed to a wooden house not far away, turned his head and said to Qian Renbing.

"Since the sword ancestor chose to retire five years ago, he has completely cut off the world of mortals and devoted himself to comprehending the true mysteries of the way of swordsmanship, and wanted to create a unique swordsmanship again." The stand-in continued to introduce.

Qian Renbing put away her arrogance and nodded slightly.

Five years ago, Zheng Chuan Heng's swordsmanship won the entire Yi country.

At that time, his cultivation was already in the realm of Wuzong, and he had never made a move in the past five years.Even to deal with the mundane world, he found a substitute, which shows that he has a mind to study the way of swordsmanship.

If it wasn't for the sudden emergence of an Immortal Master Lin who came across the sea and destroyed the Dayu Shrine, such arrogance and domineering would have caused turmoil in the cultivation world of the Yi country.

Qian Renbing really didn't withdraw, and she thought of asking this sword ancestor to do it.

"Please take me to meet the Sword Ancestor." Qian Renbing said gently.

"Okay, now that you're ready, follow me into the house."

The stand-in finished speaking lightly, then turned his gaze to Hai Tianwang and the others behind Qian Renbing and said:

"You stay here for the time being. Jianzu never likes to make trouble, and it is enough to have Lord Qianrenbing alone."

After explaining a sentence, the two entered the wooden house lightly.

There is not much difference. The furnishings in this wooden house are very simple, leaving a large blank space, only a few bamboo chairs, but there is a big word 'sword' written on the wall opposite the main entrance.

Under the words of the sword, there is an old man cross-legged with his eyes closed.

When he entered the room and saw Masamune Hengzheng, Qian Renbing couldn't believe his eyes, because the old man in front of him was thin, his hair was gray, and his face was full of weather-beaten dimples.

Perhaps because he hadn't eaten for many days, the old man looked sallow and thin, with no energy at all.

The whole person sat there motionless, as if merging with the world, as long as the pulse in the body was beating.

But Qian Renbing still followed the substitute, bowing deeply respectfully.

"Jianzu, I have brought Qianrenbing with me."

The substitute is like a caring servant, speaking in a respectful whisper.

At this moment, the old man slightly opened his drooping eyelids, his pupils were cloudy and condensed into a line, and he looked at Qian Renbing carefully. After a while, he nodded slightly, and said in a hoarse and pale voice:
"You are Daqian's granddaughter, right? You are very talented in swordsmanship. That old man Daqian praised you a lot. I remember the first time I saw you, you were only waist high, and now you have grown so big."

"Jianzu, Qianzong is indeed my grandfather."

Qian Renbing took a step forward and answered obediently.

After saying this, there was a bit of worry in her beautiful eyes.

Because from the moment she entered the room, she could clearly feel Zheng Chuan Heng's old age and weakness, and his life expectancy was about to be a hundred years old.

In her impression, Jianzu had always been a majestic swordsman, but looking at it now, she found that she was wrong. Jianzu was already so old, and it was really ashamed of Grandpa to ask him to shoulder such a heavy responsibility.