This is My Juggernaut Journey

puff!

The wine flowed down his throat, Yu Xian was taken aback, the taste turned out to be 'Longquan wine', Weiming country is very rare, but the person who drank it had just beheaded his grandson......

Is it just so happy?

"Let that kid Xianichiro wake up from his delusions, and save his life to make atonement, good, very good!" Yixin agreed, raising his hand to empty the wine glass.

It can be heard that this is sincere, as if the elders see the juniors in the clan have a chance to reform themselves.As for the result?How could it be possible that his grandson, Wei Mingxin, couldn't even figure this out? !

Yuxian glanced at Juggernaut, filled his wine glass, and heard him complain:

"But kid, the old man is very upset by all the chores without Genichiro! At that time, I retreated behind the scenes because these bullshit things are too troublesome, or you can do it yourself."

Yixin had made it clear, but Yuxian waved his hands again and again: "It's not that I'm humble, but forget it, I'm good at beheading people, but I'm really not good at government affairs."

"Fart, the group of lost dogs in Hirata are living well now, isn't it your credit?"

"Nogami Inosuke is in charge of the specific affairs, and I just need to make suggestions." Yuzuru was still evasive, raised his glass and gave a toast, and said while drinking: "Besides, my ideal is not to be the lord of a country."

"Do you want to practice the sword to the extreme? Your talent is not very good, and there is a limit to the way of the sword..." Yixin held his wine glass and shook his head heavily: "With Wei Mingguo's strength, Even if you become the next me, it will be the same, the enemy of one person is far inferior to the enemy of ten thousand!"

These are words from the bottom of my heart, which condenses the thoughts of the sword master. He succeeded in stealing the country when he was young, and then he was obsessed with fighting to the death to seek the true meaning of the sword, but what is the result now?

Reaching the apex of this world, and looking forward, there is no way, and finally understand that the way of the sword cannot go against the sky.

Yes, kendo is still declining. In another 200 years, Wei Mingyixin may be killed by a few soldiers with breech-loading guns.The progress of the times is so cruel. It will always smooth out the differences between human beings. After decades of martial arts practice, in the end, they are no match for a small bullet.

"The enemy of ten thousand people?" Yuzuru sighed quietly, the best way to complete the task is to sit firmly in Weiming City, and then operate everything with his own insight and resourcefulness, but!

That will gain nothing!

Yuzuru doesn't want to rely on the rewards of completing the 'achievement mission' to make himself stronger, becoming stronger lies in accumulation, in the number of swings, not in cold skill points!

"Master Yixin, Weiming is just my starting point. The true meaning of the way of swordsmanship is far broader than you think!"

There is a loud sound, as if I have seen the incomparably magnificent scenery above the heavens.

The wine glass that was put to his lips froze, and he was about to reprimand, but seeing the boy's determined expression, doubts, guesses, questioning and other emotions flashed through his eyes, and recalling the process of the boy's rise like a meteor, added a little bit Mystery.

Want to ask?

Yuxian, who was ready to say something in his heart, looked at the old man, and saw the other party drink up the wine with a move of his lips...

"Ha! Interesting! Since you are pursuing the highest swordsmanship, I will help you!"

Without questioning or guessing, Wei Ming dropped his wine glass and stood up straight away. He picked up the big sword on the knife rack next to him, walked quickly to the stairs, and shouted:

"What are you still doing!"

Yuzuru was really stunned, there was no chance to say the perfect excuse he had prepared, because the old man didn't ask at all, and even changed the reward.

You should have entrusted Weiming Country's government affairs to me...

He immediately understood Yixin's original thoughts, and his heart was full of arrogance. Fame and wealth are all dust, only the sword!

Looking up to the sky, he drank the wine in the cup and rose with his sword.

"it is good!"

It was already late at night, but the samurai patrolling back and forth saw two swordsmen, one old and one young, galloping past the road like madmen. They opened their chests and let the cold wind blow, but the white air they exhaled was hot like fire.

Now there is no Lord Weiming and the leaders of Hirata, only friends of the sword.

A few minutes later, they came to the grove on the side of the castle tower. The place was secluded enough, and there was a big hole in the ground. Yuxian felt very familiar, and suddenly realized that this was not the place where Yongzhen sent his letter?

The entrance of the cave leads directly to the dungeon, and there are no solitary shadows coming to seek death. The two 'Tiangu' stand still on the snow field, looking at each other by the moonlight.

Clang——

Amidst the clear and pleasant sound of metal rubbing, Wei Ming pulled out his sword with all his heart, letting the big sword shine coldly under the moon, while Yuxian breathed steadily and observed his every movement.

"When I was young, I was obsessed with death fighting. Later, I integrated all kinds of moves. No matter whether it is a sword, gun, sword or halberd, I can kill people. But when I got old, I found that the sword is more convenient..."

He walked back and forth with a knife in his hand, without any momentum, like an old man on the verge of death.

.......

Yuzuru was speechless, just feeling his every movement, every breath, every change of momentum.

Sure enough, Yuxian felt a trace of 'heat', like an unquenchable fire wrapped in ice. The ice will eventually melt and the flame will bloom, but Wei Ming raised his blade with all his heart.

There is no introduction, and the teaching begins abruptly.

"So over the past few decades, regardless of Wei Mingliu or other schools, I have classified kendo into three categories."

"One, it is the heart of the sword!"

The half-closed eyes suddenly opened, but there was a sense of shock, their eyes were like wolves, even though Yuxian had experienced many battles, his breath was short of breath.

Clang——

Fubuki drew out, and Yuzuru felt as if he was uncontrollably drawing the sword, and at the same time felt a domineering aura coming towards him.

This is the sword intent?If we go any further, the weak will be frightened to death, even my sword skills will be affected!

"Secondly, it is the skill of the sword!"

Yuxian was still reminiscing about Jianxin, and Wei Ming opened his mouth again, put the knife back into its sheath, and rushed forward, and the ten meters apart were crossed in an instant, leaving only two footprints on the ground.