He whispered, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

Because his teacher is the No. 1 Sword God of Fusang!

Hear the words.

Kitagawa Katsuhei's eyes shot a gleam.

He clenched his fists slightly!

Because the legend in the wooden house is the only and last way to deal with that devil!

As the commander of the 3rd Division of the Fuso Self-Defense Force, Kitagawa Katsuhei was very angry.

After all.

The strong enemy invaded the territory of the country, slaughtered nearly 2,000 fellow warriors, and even routed a brigade under his command.

This is a shame for Fuso.

If he could, he would love to use a nuclear bomb to destroy the devil.

But he couldn't do that.

Because the use of nuclear bombs on one's own national territory is too bad to have such an impact, and it will also hurt one's own compatriots.

However, if you don't use a nuclear bomb, it will be useless to use ordinary armed forces to deal with that devil.

After all, the other side is already strong enough to defeat a brigade on its own, and even fighters can't take him.

So, he thought about it, and in the end, he thought of the legendary sword god of Fusang Kingdom.

In his opinion, perhaps, only by letting the old sword god make a move, it would be possible to deal with that demon.

So here he came, came here.

"Since the sixties of the last century, after the teacher retired, he put down the sword in his hand, and now he has been in this house to understand other things, such as this world, such as some ordinary little things in life, all kinds of different things!"

"According to the teacher, his heart has become like a quiet pool of water, and I can't see through what level of strength he has reached now, but there is no doubt that although the teacher is getting older and older, his strength is definitely much stronger than before......"

"According to my estimate, perhaps, he has already stepped into that legendary realm......"

Takeo Watanabe looked at the cabin in front of him, and there was a strong look of reverence in his eyes.

Although he was a great grandmaster of the Yuangang Realm and had a prominent status, in front of the old man in the room, he always put his identity very low.

Because he knows that with his own strength, he is not qualified to be complacent in front of the teacher at all.

Only by lowering his identity and playing the role of a disciple with all his heart can he realize the deeper essence of martial arts from his teacher.

Listening to Takeo Watanabe's words, Kitagawa Katsuhei nodded, without the slightest doubt.

Because in Kitagawa Katsuhei's heart, that legendary old man is also a god-like existence.

At the beginning, the old man's fame in the world was so great that he was unparalleled for a while, for decades, the old man had never made a move, and had been concentrating on cultivating martial arts, who knows how strong he is now?

If it weren't for Qin Tian making such a big move in Fusang this time, Beichuan Shengping really didn't want to come here to work that old man.

He really had no other way.

Here, it will be his last hope.

"Please take me to meet Miyamoto-senpai!" Kitagawa Katsuhei said in a deep voice.

"Yes, Your Excellency, Commander!"

Takeo Watanabe bent down slightly and nodded heavily.

Then, the two of them slowly walked towards the cabin.

They had just reached the door of the cabin, and with a soft creak, the door of the cabin opened automatically.

Takeo Watanabe's face was calm, and Kitagawa Katsuhei showed a look of surprise in his eyes.

But he didn't ask much, and the two of them stepped into the cabin one after the other.

After entering, Kitagawa Katsuhei saw that the things in this wooden house were very simple, only a bed, a wooden chair, and a wooden table.

There is also a calligraphy and painting hanging on the wall.

In calligraphy and painting, there are no mountains, no water, only four simple Chinese characters.

Tranquility and far-reaching!

Beneath this calligraphy and painting, a wizened old man sits cross-legged.

The old man looked really old, his hair was almost falling out, and only a little bit of thinning remained.

The body is so thin that only skin and flesh remain, and the skin on the arms is full of age spots.

His waist was bent, his eyes were gently closed, and he didn't even seem to be breathing.

If you don't know, you may immediately treat this old man as a dead man.

However.

In the face of this old man, Takeo Watanabe and Katsuhei Kitagawa stepped forward aggressively and bowed deeply to the old man.

"Teacher, Your Excellency Commander Beichuan has come to pay a visit to you!"

Takeo Watanabe said quietly and respectfully.

"Miyamoto-senpai!" Kitagawa Katsuhei said softly.

Hear the words.

The old man finally opened his eyes.

His eyes were cloudy, but full of vicissitudes, as if he had been baptized by countless years.

He looked at Kitagawa Shengping, squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than crying, and said, "It turned out to be His Excellency the Commander, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

"Yes, Miyamoto-senpai, it's been more than ten years!" Kitagawa Katsuhei said, but a deep worry flashed in his eyes.

Because he didn't come here to visit the elderly.

Instead, he came here to ask the old man to deal with the demon.

But.

The old man was older and more depressed than he had seen more than ten years ago.

With the old man's current mental state, let alone lifting a sword to kill the enemy, I'm afraid that someone will have to serve him when he dresses and eats, right?

That demon, powerful enough to destroy a self-defense force brigade on his own, the old man in front of him, is really an opponent?

At this moment, Kitagawa Katsuhei's heart expressed strong doubts about what Takeo Watanabe said outside just now.

At the same time, he felt extremely sad in his heart.

The saddest thing in the world is that the hero is twilight and the beauty is aging.

This legendary sword god once shocked the world, and with a sword over the world, no one can beat him.

Now, however, it has grown so old.

"More than ten years in the flick of a finger, the knife of the years is the most inspiring, you were just a hairy boy at the beginning, and now you have become the commander of the third division of the Self-Defense Forces!"

Miyamoto Taro sighed, and then asked, "By the way, you came to me, is there something wrong?"

said.

He struggled to get to his feet.

The movement was very difficult, as if he would fall to the ground and die at any moment.

Seeing this, Takeo Watanabe, who was next to him, changed his face, hurriedly walked over, supported him, and then slowly walked to the wooden chair outside the room.

Outside the house, the sun was shining at the moment.

White clouds floated in the sky, and on the opposite side of the wooden house, there was an abyss, a waterfall, rushing straight down, splashing countless waters.

Boom!

A rainbow stretched across the void, with the occasional bird flying by.

This scene looks like a fairyland.

The second is writing.

(End of chapter)