Japan.

About eighty kilometers away from Dongjing City, a high mountain stands horizontally.

This mountain is thousands of meters high and reaches into the sky.

Stretching mountains span Shizuoka Prefecture and Yamanashi Prefecture.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a wild beast, crawling here.

At this time, in the mountains and forests, there was an old man with white beard and hair, wearing a gray robe, sitting in silence.

The surrounding pines and cypresses are lush, the stream is gurgling at your feet, and warblers are whispering in your ears.

The breeze blew, gently blowing his clothes and robes.

But this old man remained motionless.

His eyebrows were closed and his breath was long.

The whole person seems to have blended into this world.

It is integrated with this mountain and this water.

No one knows how long this old man has been sitting here, and no one knows why he is sitting here.

Only the seven-foot-long sword stuck into the ground beside him reflected the cold light of the scorching sun and shone brightly.

Boom~

At this moment, there was a sudden roar in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a helicopter roared past and finally stopped in an open area not far away.

After a while, a young girl appeared, wearing a purple kimono, with three thousand black hair hanging down like a waterfall.

The hem of the skirt swayed in the wind, and the jade legs under the skirt were slim and slim, and the snow-white skin beat the frost and snow.

Coupled with her pure and stunning face, this kimono-clad woman looked as if she had stepped out of a painting.

Elegant and refined, without causing dust.

What's even more surprising is that it's extremely cold now, and this woman dressed like this doesn't even show any signs of being cold.

It was as if, in her eyes, this biting cold wind was no different from the spring breeze in June.

After the girl appeared, she didn't say anything.

He just stood respectfully beside the old man and waited patiently.

After the wind in all directions stopped, the girl in front of him smiled respectfully and said: "The twelfth lunar month is cold and winter, and everything withers."

"Only here, teacher, the dead trees are springing up, the streams are flowing smoothly, and the cherry blossoms are flying and the butterflies are dancing."

"It seems from this that the teacher's Aoki Sword Intent has reached its peak and is a great achievement."

"Congratulations, teacher."

"With this Qingmu Sword Intention, Teacher will dominate Japan and reach the pinnacle of martial arts. It's just around the corner!"

The girl said with a smile, her soft voice was like the spring breeze blowing in June, which was very pleasing to the eye.

However, facing the girl's compliment, the old man still sat quietly with his eyes closed.

At this time, he shook his head: "The Qingmu Sword Intention is the strongest sword intention in our Sword God Palace. How easy is it to reach the perfect state?"

"My current understanding of the sword's meaning is still far behind what you, Master Qingmu, did back then."

"However, even so, if we travel across East Asia as a division, we will have few enemies!"

The old man said in a deep voice.

His words were as sharp as the unsheathed sword beside him, carrying an indomitable and arrogant spirit.

"By the way, is there any news from Ying Tian?"

"It's been more than a month since he received the order to enter China."

"Did he not bring that man's body yet?"

The old man asked in a low voice. When he said this, his eyes never opened.

The woman in kimono on the side changed her face slightly and replied in a low voice: "Teacher, I came here today precisely to report this matter to you."

"I've brought the body."

"only.."

The woman was silent for a moment.

The old man frowned: "Just what, tell me."

The kimono-clad woman bit her red lips lightly, gritted her teeth for the last time, and then said: "It's just a corpse, it belongs to senior brother Yingtian."

What?

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes suddenly opened.
Chapter completed!