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The young guy held the knife in both hands, and the blade pointed directly at Sharon, as if the expression on his face appeared because of something.

Sharon was in a daze.

I don't know this guy at all, is there any enmity?
The young man stared at Xia Long coldly, his eyes full of hostility, and then he said in a very contemptuous tone: "Chinese, get out! Otherwise, you will die!"

Xia Long couldn't help hesitating for a moment, he glanced at Shinyuemon, but at this time Shinyuemon just lowered his head on one side, struggling all over his face!
The background of this young man seems to be very big!

Xia Long took a closer look at this guy and finally realized it.

The clothes on him, if I am not mistaken, should be the clothes that only members of the Japanese royal family can wear.

Is this guy some kind of prince?
Even if it's some kind of bullshit prince, he didn't offend him, did he?

When Xia Long saw the other party telling him to go away, he couldn't help but smiled lightly, pointed to his nose and said, "You told me to go away? What qualifications do you have? Which little bastard is not sensible? Shinyuemon, I will help his father teach him a lesson." How about?"

Shinyuemon didn't dare to say that Xia Long was the son of the Valkyrie, and he didn't have any good impression of the young man in front of him at all.

Because this guy is really a member of the royal family, but he doesn't have the title of prince. He is only a three-generation disciple of the royal family. He can be regarded as a prince, but his father has the title of prince.

It stands to reason that members of the royal family should be closer to Shintoism, but this guy is very close to General Tokugawa's residence, and even became a voice of General Tokugawa's residence, always against Shintoism.

Due to his status as a member of the royal family, and the fact that Shintoism was suppressed by the Tokugawa shogunate, it was inconvenient for the royal family to say anything.

So this guy became more and more arrogant.

"Your Excellency, this is Prince Taketa, a cousin of His Royal Highness Prince Qianxun Yukini!"

Xia Long couldn't help smiling, and glanced at the prince of Zhutian Palace: "Prince, shit!"

The Japanese royal family does not have a surname, and the men are named after their residences. The prince of Taketa Palace is naturally called Taketa Palace!

They are also half-baked at Chinese, and Xia Long said these words very clearly, which immediately made that Zhutian Gong's face very ugly: "Baga!"

Taketa Palace roared, and then directly waved the Taidao in his hand at Xia Long, and slashed everything at Xia Long's waist.

This guy's movements are very agile, and he is obviously taught by a famous teacher. His steps are light and steady, his wrists are strong and flexible. With this level, he can already be regarded as a master among the younger generation.

Even Xia Long felt that Huangfu Qianqi, whom His Majesty had fought against in Zhutian Palace, was only slightly inferior.

But Sharon is not what it used to be.

Seeing Zhu Tiangong cut him ruthlessly and accurately, Xia Long couldn't bear it anymore, he didn't care if you were someone's cousin or not.

So he didn't dodge at all, but just stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhutian Gong's knife in his hand. Before everyone was surprised, he swung the knife fiercely.

Everyone saw a figure whirring and flew out like that.

The poor Taketa Palace flew out straight like that, and then slammed into the two thick wooden doors of Kitano Tenmangu Shrine not far away. The two wooden doors are estimated to be quite old. Being knocked apart, it fell to the ground in pieces, and Zhu Tiangong flew far away again, and rolled on the ground for an unknown number of somersaults before lying motionless on the ground.

The faces of the guys who followed Zhutian Palace turned pale with fright. They pulled out long knives from their waists with a slap at the same time, but they didn't dare to go forward.

Shinyuemon felt another chug in his heart.

He knew Zhutian Gong's strength, even if he fought against him, it would not be easy to win, but it was troublesome to be directly confused by Xia Long.

Whether it was Xia Long or Zhutian Palace, neither he nor the sect he represented could offend.

After all, although his grandfather was one of the four major priests of Shintoism, Shintoism is only the guardian deity religion of the royal family, and cannot override the royal family.

So Shinyuemon knew that Taketa Palace was from General Tokugawa's mansion, but he still didn't dare to say anything more.

He quickly cast a look at a person beside him, then he ignored the outside and ran towards Zhutian Palace.

Here, Xia Long looked at a group of Japanese surrounding him with a smile, and shouted loudly: "Baga!"

Those guys were taken aback for a moment, then yelled a few times in embarrassment and anger, and then rushed towards Xia Long in a swarm.

What Sharon said just now was undoubtedly a wonderful satire on them.

The hatred in the hearts of a few guys, just don't talk about it.

You beat our prince, yet you still dared to smile and yell "Baga" at us, that's simply deceiving us too much.

Xia Long didn't even look at the knives in front of him, and just raised his hand lightly.

Now that he makes a move, he really looks like a master.

The few guys who rushed up rushed fast, and even faster when they retreated.

The five guys were thrown away by Xia Long.

One guy flew directly to the branch of a big tree, the other flew over the high wall of Kitano Tenmangu Shrine and smashed into the yard, but the other two rolled down the stairs, One guy was the worst, and rolled directly to the side of Jin Lizhong who passed out on the ground, covered in feces and urine.

Since that guy was by Zhutian Palace's side, he was a disciple of a nobleman. When had he been tortured like this? When he smelled the disgusting smell, that guy rolled his eyes and passed out.

The two rows of Japanese who stopped Jin Lizhong at the door earlier were still holding a large stick in their hands. They stared at Xia Long with horror on their faces, and they had completely lost the ability to move.

Xia Long clapped his hands and sighed: "Native chicken tile dog! Forget it, Shinyuemon, take me in!"

After finishing speaking, he swaggered into the gate without a door, and then walked into Kitano Tenmangu.

Shinyuemon didn't care about Taketa Palace who passed out on the ground, and immediately led the way in front of him.

Xia Long followed Shinyuemon and turned around a few corridors, and then a courtyard appeared in front of him.

The courtyard is extremely quiet, the ground is paved with bluestone slabs, and there are a few clumps of green bamboo planted in the courtyard. As the breeze blows, the bamboo rustles.

The surrounding low walls are also densely covered with vines, and the gray walls are exposed in the middle of the green onions, which is very tasteful.

After passing through this courtyard, there was another empty flat ground. At this time, there were two rows of young men, all dressed in samurai uniforms. Each of them was holding a bamboo knife tightly in their hands, and they were practicing fighting.

Seeing this scene, Xia Long couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

In China, can you see such a situation?
Martial arts is the quintessence of China, but now it is carried forward in the hands of the Japanese.

Looking at the martial arts world in Japan, Xia Long didn't even have to think about it. There are so many such scenes, and these young people who practice martial arts are all nobles. Practicing martial arts hard every day.

What about the Chinese?

Does anyone know what martial arts is?
How many people are there in Japan?How old is it?How many martial arts masters are there?
Martial arts have become so popular in China that they cannot be sustained.

No one has practiced it, and the broom is self-cherishing, so the so-called passing on to sons and not to daughters, it is not that his own sons will never learn the essence of a certain martial arts, and there will be ghosts only if they do not decline.

Shinyuemon led Sharon through another door, and then walked to a low house.

Shinyuemon knelt down on the ground respectfully, and whispered a few words in Japanese.

The door that was originally closed was directly separated from the inside, and there was only one tatami mat in the whole room, and the paper pasted on the wall had turned yellow, and the tatami mat was not known how old it was, and it was definitely older than Sharon. .

An old man who is about to lose his teeth. He has a Japanese samurai Tsukiyo head on his head. His face is full of wrinkles, like old tree bark. He is thin and thin, with skin all over his body. On the face, it is full of age spots.

This old man seems to be older than Wende Murakami!

But Xia Long didn't think the old guy was a half-dead old man.

Because although the middle of his half-opened and half-closed eyes looked cloudy, he could see a glimmer of divine light that absolutely did not match his appearance.

This is an old antique.

Master.

"Son of the Valkyrie, please come in!"

The old guy spoke Chinese with a perfect accent!

Xia Long raised his foot and walked in, the old man signaled him to sit down, and then said something to Shinyuemon, Shinyuemon immediately retreated respectfully.

The old man opened his eyes and looked at Xia Long, and he didn't know what it was like in his eyes, it seemed a bit complicated: "Back then Xia Renkuang defeated me with only twenty moves, and since then, I have been sitting I haven't been out here before! Today, the son of the Valkyrie came to the door again, and finally gave me a reason to go out!"

Sharon couldn't help being stunned.

What does this old guy want to do?
and DIY?
Sharon was overjoyed!
He still doesn't have an accurate understanding of his own strength. Wende Murakami said that if he plays well, he can make a master like Miyamoto Musashi suffer a little bit, but now he seems to have made a breakthrough. Then, this Since the old guy is one of the four priests of Shintoism, he is better than Miyamoto Musashi, right?Of course, it will not be more powerful than Wende Murakami.

In this case, wouldn't it be a good time to test your own strength if you fight him yourself?

"Uh, you mean a fight?"

The old man smiled faintly: "If you can beat me, Shintoism will be used by you in the future."

(End of this chapter)