I have a role in the heavens

Tang Zichen's departure made Li Daoqing feel a little uncomfortable for a while. The two had been together for almost a year. This was the first time that he had been away from Wudang Mountain for such a long time. Although he had nothing to do, he still had no intention of returning to Wenqu Peak. Standing between heaven and earth, he raised his head and sighed. He remembered an idea he had before, identified the direction, and stepped away.

There is heaven, there are Suzhou and Hangzhou. Hangzhou has a history of more than 2,200 years since it was established as a county in the Qin Dynasty. It was once the capital of the Wuyue Kingdom and the Southern Song Dynasty, and is one of the eight ancient capitals in China. Because of its beautiful scenery, it is known as "Paradise on Earth". Thanks to the convenience of the Beijing-Hangzhou Canal and treaty ports, as well as its own developed silk and grain industries, Hangzhou was once an important commercial distribution center in history.

Li Daoqing came here not to enjoy the beautiful scenery, delicious food, or have fun, but because he had something serious to do. However, he could not leave any evidence and needed to operate secretly, so he came to this coastal city alone.

Night has enveloped the entire land, and there is no one at the beach. Li Daoqing came to the beach alone, stood on the soft beach, looked up at the moon above the nine heavens, the silver glow was falling, cold and pure, and in front of him was the endless sea. , the waves on the sea surface have been coming and going, crashing on the beach for millions of years, and the sea has changed dramatically. The sea today may have been a continent before ancient times, with fertile soil, lush greenery, and luxuriant vitality.

Li Daoqing stepped out step by step, with the waves constantly coming under his feet. He was like the fallen feathers of a seabird, floating on the sea. With the ups and downs of the waves, he kept walking towards the depths of the East China Sea, under the moonlight. Under the illumination, step by step, I found my direction and disappeared into the depths of the sea.

It has been described in martial arts novels that Bodhidharma, the founder of the Shaolin Temple, had the magical power to cross the river with a reed, but compared to Li Daoqing's ability to cross the sea, it was a level lower than that of Li Daoqing.

Since Li Daoqing disturbed the laws of the world and opened a small gap, his powerful mental power finally came into use. He interfered with reality and walked on the waves. It took him a day and a night to land from Kyushu Island. Japan, heading all the way north, towards the city of Tokyo. My mind and spirit entered the realm of emptiness, and a feeling arose deep in my soul. I followed the feeling to a remote and secluded countryside.

This is a typical Japanese rural area, with paddy fields, courtyards and alleys. In the spacious farmland in front of a relatively spacious courtyard, Li Daoqing saw a very thick old man with white hair, skinny and no flesh, but the muscles all over his body were strong and he was leading a group of young people. Turn the ground.

Spring plowing is about to begin. Although this old man looks like an old farmer, he is the leader of a small Japanese martial arts school, Suigetsu Ryu, Tamura Naoyoshi. He is now one hundred and three years old. This old man is not well-known in the Japanese martial arts world. The Shuiyue School is also a small dojo, so ordinary that it is almost extraordinary. Just like most rural boxers in China.

But Li Daoqing will not underestimate this old man. The Shuiyue School advocates a life of "Wu Nong Yi Ru".

The concept is to practice martial arts while performing productive labor. During the work, one can practice martial arts and understand martial arts.

Although Tamura Naoyi looks ordinary on the outside, his understanding of martial arts practice is terrifying. Because when he was young, he had participated in that war and received some of the Shaolin Temple's true Kung Fu. Wu Nong was just like the Shaolin Temple's philosophy, practicing martial arts and meditation while working.

Li Daoqing's body is like a pine and cypress, his energy is like the vast sea, unfathomable, he walks towards Tamura Naoyi step by step, his powerful momentum makes the birds on the trees stop chirping, the world is full of depression, the wind is surging, and in a blink of an eye, It became dark, and the dark clouds hung low, covering the sun, making people breathless, and thunder exploded, shaking the whole world.

Tamura Naoyi stopped the farm work in his hands, straightened his back, his deep and sharp eyes were shining brightly, the ordinaryness on his body faded away, and a powerful aura rose up in this centenarian old man's body, sharp and sharp, and his eyes were like a hawk. , full of murderous intent, waved his hand and sent the young people around him away.

This group of young people from the Shuiyue School looked at Li Daoqing with some hesitation in their eyes. He looked at Li Daoqing in gray robes and wind and clouds. He seemed to be a god in myths and legends. He was mysterious and terrifying, powerful and handsome. After just one glance, He was so frightened that he lowered his head, as if he had offended the majesty of the gods.

Li Daoqing has now taken the most critical step, achieving the state of being alone and manifesting himself as a saint in front of others. It is not an exaggeration to call him a god. His soul and spirit are exposed, full of endless pressure. Those young people of the Shuiyue School Although the person just took a glance, it also left a shadow in his heart. I am afraid that it will be difficult to reach the superior state of martial arts.

Tamura Naoyi looked at the disciples who were still lingering and refused to leave. An angry look appeared on his face, his eyes widened, and he yelled a few words loudly.

This group of young talents left reluctantly, their steps a bit heavy and their figures full of sadness. They knew that this should be the last time they saw their teacher, and that the Suigetsu School would only have to rely on themselves in the future.

Li Daoqing did not stop these young people from leaving. Their strength was low, and the strongest one was just the master of Anjin. He had also planted a shadow deep in his soul. There was no hope of achieving Huajin in this life, let alone Alchemy. , let them go, it doesn't matter.

With a solemn look on his face, Tamura Shangyi stepped out of the farmland step by step, came to the trail, and stood opposite Li Daoqing. At this time, his eyes had become extremely peaceful. After many years of practice, his state of mind had reached the level where his heart is as clear as the heart. Ming Jing, facing an enemy like Li Daoqing who came with bad intentions, was unpredictable and extremely dangerous, he did not dare to let any distracting thoughts arise.

"You are not Japanese, are you from Kyushu?"

Tamura Naoyi knows all the masters in Japan, and the best of the younger generation are Igamoto and Kawashima Genyo.

Iga Yuan is now the coach of the Japanese royal family and the number one practical martial arts expert in Japan. He has perfected the cultivation of Huajin and is expected to become a Danjin Grand Master.

Xuanyang is different from Igamoto. He is the top master of the Japanese military and reorganized the Black Dragon Society. Kawashima Xuanyang is not Japanese, but his ancestors are Manchus. His surname should be Aixinjueluo, and he is a member of the Qing Dynasty who followed Kawashima Yoshiko. A descendant of the royal family, his cultivation is astonishing. He was ordained and practiced under the auspices of Honnoji Temple. It is said that he has entered Danjin and became the only boxing master of the young generation in Japan.

But these two people are so outstanding. Compared with the young Taoist in front of them, they are nothing compared to them. There is a huge difference. This is a peerless master who has most likely reached the limit of martial arts.

In the eyes of Tamura Shangyi, Li Daoqing is surrounded by the sun and the moon, the yin and yang are in harmony, the Tao body is immortal, and the gods are guarding him. He is already the king of the gods and the lord of heaven and earth. This sudden storm was summoned by the other party.

Tamura Naoyi vaguely understood in his heart that he was afraid that a disaster would come this time, and he would not be able to escape from it. His heart was extremely heavy, and the energy and blood in the old man's body became active again. Although he has Danjin cultivation, he is too old. Although he has been in the countryside, Comprehension of Wunong Yiru has improved the realm, but the physical energy has weakened and can only be exploded once, and the body's internal organs will fail and life will be exhausted.

Li Daoqing listened to Tamura Naoyi's authentic Chinese without any surprises. Tamura Naoyi had gone to China eighty years ago, pretended to be a Han, worshiped in the Shaolin Temple, and secretly learned the art of combining mindfulness with Zen and martial arts. With the concept of martial arts, he transformed it into the Shuiyue School, and during that difficult period, he robbed many Chinese martial arts secrets, and then he entered the golden elixir avenue and achieved the realm of gods.

"I am indeed coming from Kyushu. This time I am traveling eastward to Fusang just to cut off your martial arts path! To destroy your martial arts spirit!"

Li Daoqing said bluntly that the purpose of his trip was to avenge a century-old feud in the Chinese martial arts world, kill all the Japanese alchemy masters, cut off the Japanese alchemy inheritance, and gain access to ideas. He was confident that he could do it, and no one could stop him. , this is the self-confidence of the best person in the world.

When Tamura Naoyi heard this, his eyes tightened, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold light shot out. He would never allow Li Daoqing to do this. In order to study the secrets of martial arts, their martial arts masters spent so much effort and paid such a high price, and finally made Japanese martial arts With some alchemy inheritance, how could it be destroyed in the hands of this person? Even if he had to take this old life, he had to stop him.

Li Daoqing felt the murderous intention in Tamura Daoyi's body. He twitched the corner of his mouth with a disdainful smile and stepped lightly. The ground shook slightly, causing Tamura Naoyi's face to change drastically. A trace of fear arose in his heart. In his spirit, Li Daoqing seemed to have transformed into the lord of the earth, driving away mountains and mountains. His magical powers were so vast that he could not breathe.

Tamura Naoyi knew that he could not delay it any longer. He had to take action now, otherwise the final explosion would be almost gone. After using up his energy and blood, his thin body became burly, his muscles bulged, as if inflated, and his heart was Beating violently, blood and energy rushed out from it crazily, and the lungs expanded and enlarged. I took a deep breath. This breath was so long that my whole stomach bulged. The skin all over my body flushed red and the pores were closed. All the heat was trapped in his body.

Tamura Naoyi is now like a Bagua furnace refining the nine-turn golden elixir. It is round and golden, and with a loud roar, it is like thunder exploding, and the void is shaken.

Tamura Naoyi is like a generous and tragic man during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. The wind rustled and the water became cold. The warrior was gone and never came back. He moved forward indomitably. His heart was full of consciousness. He knew that even if he had exploded with all his energy and blood, he still could not The sage of martial arts killed him, just to leave him with a little injury, and left the rest to a few other old guys. I believe they will make the same choice as him, explode everything, sacrifice everything, and We must stop the madness of the god of martial arts in front of us and preserve the fire for Japanese martial arts.

Tamura Naoyi's momentum was like a rainbow, and he looked at death as if he were home. Every time he took a step, the soil on the ground exploded, and dust flew up, blocking his sight. His steps were exquisite, with the artistic conception of yin and yang, which made Li Daoqing's murderous intention even stronger. Because this is the step taken by Tamura Naoyi, it is the secret step that is not passed down by Taoism. It is said that this is the step that Fuxi created when he was observing the Heluo Formation and studying the Eight Diagrams. It is so mysterious and profound that I did not expect that it would be used by this Japanese People learned secretly.

Tamura Naoyi arrived in front of Li Daoqing in the blink of an eye. He suddenly squatted down and reached down with his left hand, as if grasping the stem of wheat. At the same time, his right hand was like a sickle, and he stood up and cut forward.

Tamura Naoyi transformed into an old farmer. In the golden fields full of fruits, he waved his sickle and harvested the wheat he had worked hard to cultivate for a year. His face showed the satisfaction and joy of harvest. Who would have thought of this golden wheat? , but it is human life.

"If you practice your mind well, you will be full of spiritual will, moved by the spirit, and have the joy of harvest. Even the monks of Shaolin Temple do not have such a state!"

Li Daoqing's eyes were calm and calm, but the murderous intention in his heart was even stronger. This great master of Japan had learned so much in Kyushu, and he must not be allowed to live any longer. He stepped hard on his feet, bursting with force, seeping into the ground within a radius of ten meters. Inside, the ground shook violently, making Tamura Naoyi unable to stand still. The strength in his hand suddenly disappeared. He was shocked and shocked. Before he could change his moves, Li Daoqing's fist was like a big hammer, and it hit him. The strong wind blew and the air It was like an explosion, hitting Tamura Naoyi's chest unstoppably.

"Crack!"

The sternum and ribs were all broken, and the internal organs were shattered. Tamura Naoyi's body collapsed in an instant, like a broken sack, and fell to the ground ten meters away. His mouth opened and closed, and he finally wanted to say something, but he couldn't stop it. Blood overflowed from his mouth, and he could not utter any words. His eyes were wide open, and his eyes were dim. He took his last breath and refused to close his eyes. There was a bit of regret and sadness on his horrified face, as if he was still worried about Japanese martial arts. .

Li Daoqing walked to Tamura Naoyoshi's body and looked down at his grown-up eyes. Li Daoqing and the dark clouds were printed in his eyes, which was terrifying and gloomy, symbolizing the future of Japanese martial arts.

"It's a pity that you are old, otherwise you can support one more move!"

After all, Dan Jin's realm of land gods is not the highest realm of martial arts. As you get older, the qi and blood in your body will decline, and your physical fitness will not be able to withstand that kind of full-force explosion. Every time you use your full strength, it will cause damage to the internal organs. Serious injury, shortened life span.

Tamura Naoyoshi was already a hundred years old, and he couldn't stand the fight. Even though he burst out his energy and blood with all his strength, and showed the realm of martial arts and farming that he had been comprehending for decades, he still couldn't let Li Daoqing. If there is any damage, he will be killed in one move. This is the reality of fighting between boxing practitioners. As long as the kung fu is higher than one level, it will be infinitely better. What's more, Li Daoqing's strength is only one level higher than Tamura Naoyi. .

Li Daoqing left. After killing Tamura Naoyi, he continued walking towards Tokyo City step by step, with dark clouds rolling above his head and wind and rain accompanying him, just like the dragon king traveling with turbulent winds and clouds.

The title of ninja was officially used in the Edo period of Japan, but the history of ninja can be traced back to even longer times. It is said that it was Prince Shotoku who first sent ninjas to complete the mission in Japan. At that time, ninjas were generally called "nin". At the same time, each era and each region also had its own unique title for ninjas.

For example, in the Asuka period, it was called "Shinobun", in the Nara period, it was called "scout", and in the Warring States period, there were many names, the most popular of which was "Ranbo", named by Takeda Shingen, and the one used in the Edo period is the same as it is today. ninja.

The Edo period was the period when the name ninja was officially established, and it was also the beginning of Japan's peaceful period under the rule of the Tokugawa family. This caused the ninja to lose its stage of activity, and its role became smaller and smaller, and eventually faded out of people's sight. Many ninjutsu were lost as a result. The last record of ninja activities is the "Shimabara Rebellion" in 1637. Ninjas participated in this battle as subordinates of the shogunate.

The work of a ninja is mainly to carry out secret strategies, sabotage, assassinations, collect enemy frontline intelligence, disrupt enemy support bases and other espionage activities for the lord. When a ninja is alive, he must remain anonymous and work with the darkness. He must not leave a single word to avoid leaks in the future. Therefore, there are very few historical records about ninjas. Only the secret book of ninjutsu records a ninja beside Prince Shotoku. The origin of ninjas has also become a historical problem.

Although there are countless schools of ninjutsu in various parts of Japan, the origin of ninjutsu can be traced back to Iga and Koka. The two have the same origin and are mostly related. But if each other's masters are in a hostile relationship, they will have to fight against each other, or even fight against each other.

In the world of ninjas, there are four basic commandments: no abuse of ninjutsu, all self-respect, must be kept secret, and identity must not be revealed.

Among Japan's five great masters, there is one, Japan's only remaining ninjutsu master, Itoo. Itoo is very old, even older than Tamura Naoyoshi of Suigetsu Ryu.

Li Daoqing's mind was silent in the dark place, pursuing the feeling in his heart, and came to a quiet residence. He saw an old man wearing dark clothes, no beard, sparse eyebrows, hunched back, sitting alone in the shade of a pond. old man.

There was a green gourd placed next to the old man, and the gourd exuded a faint aroma of wine. It's Japanese sake. It's far less strong than Chinese liquor, but a bit clearer. At the same time, there is a bamboo cane next to the gourd.

The old man's eyes were staring at a flower next to him. On the flower was a bee busy collecting nectar.

"At noon, in the shade of a tree, there is a pavilion on a lonely pool. I quietly watch the bees teach their regrets, and think about the crane's appearance. The French wine mixes the spirit, and the clear harp enters the soul. How can the great opportunity be rested, and how can it be inscribed after a few battles?"

A clear and melodious voice came from Li Daoqing's mouth. He came in the wind and rain. Dark clouds enveloped the Japanese Peninsula. There were bursts of thunder. Big raindrops fell into the pond, causing heavy ripples and frightening away the flowers above the flowers. The bees flew towards the hive in a hurry.

Ito turned around slowly and looked at Li Daoqing, who was accompanied by the wind and rain. His eyes were filled with coquettish blood and extremely cold. The aura of this 100-year-old ninjutsu master was different from that of Tamura Naoyi, who was gloomy and gloomy. It's coquettish and bloody, and a bit weird.