Ultraman's opening scene: lifting up Kuroshio Island

"A flower?"

The monk with ten strings of cash was taken aback. He took the sword-wheel grass from Minghui's hand. The texture of the grass made him pause slightly. He said, "Another strange thing. Minghui, you have quite a few strange things on hand."

Minghui gave an awkward smile, then asked impatiently, "Can this be used as material?"

The monk with ten strings of cash did not answer immediately. He fiddled with the sword-wheel grass for a moment and then nodded slightly: "Although it looks strange, it can still be used."

"It only has six petals, but with the stem, that's enough!"

"Thank you so much, Master Shi Guan!" Minghui was overjoyed.

Actually, these two items are of no use to him. He just had a squirrel-like mentality and wanted to keep them in case he needed them someday.

And here it is, it comes in handy!

Thank goodness I didn't give it to that bastard Ron, or I'd be completely lost right now.

"I need to study these two things first before I can forge your sword. You should be able to see your sword in about a week."

Leaving behind a single sentence, the monk with ten strings of cash turned and walked away.

Chapter 55 Ten Strings of Cash: Interesting!

The thought of soon having his own weapon put Minghui in a great mood, and he felt that his axe swings were even more accurate.

In an instant, firewood flew everywhere in the courtyard, crackling sounds filling the air.

Until the monk with ten strings of cash finally spoke, his voice filled with unbearable frustration:

"Go practice outside! Don't ruin my flowers and plants!"

"okay!"

Minghui readily agreed and ran outside with his axe in hand.

............

the next day.

In a small grove of trees near Baiyun Temple.

A wooden stake, about the thickness of four fingers, spun down from mid-air at an extremely fast speed, so fast that most people probably couldn't even see its trajectory.

Just then, a figure leaped up and arrived at the same level as the wooden stake. In an instant, a bright white light flashed.

The figure fell from the sky, looked back at the two wooden stakes that had fallen to the ground, and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.

"Clap clap clap!"

A round of loud applause rang out, and Feng Yuan stepped out from the side to congratulate Ming Hui, saying, "Congratulations, Ming Hui, you've become stronger and stronger, completely different from when I first met you!"

"You probably won't say things like 'I don't have the power you guys have' anymore, right?" he said sarcastically.

"Still a long way off!"

Minghui shook his head, looked at Fengyuan who was dressed neatly and carrying a backpack, and smiled: "You've mastered the ravine jump?"

"Ah, I've mastered it." Feng Yuan gave a bright smile.

"Are you leaving? Aren't you going to learn the new moves Master Shi Guan taught me?"

Minghui asked.

"It's too late, the captain is urging me to go back. I'll learn from you after you get back!"

Feng Yuan shrugged helplessly.

“That works too.” Minghui nodded.

If it were any other technique, he might only be able to copy the original text and teach something that is somewhat similar but not quite correct.

But he had already mastered the bare-handed chopping technique, so teaching it to Feng Yuan was a piece of cake.

"I've already spoken to Master Shi Guan, so I'll head back now."

Fengyuan waved to Minghui, and before leaving, he asked:

"Minghui, how long will it take you to get back?"

Minghui thought for a moment, and said with some uncertainty, "It's hard to say, but it will take at least a week."

Master Shi Guan told him it would take about a week to forge his knife, and he would have to wait until then at the very least.

"it is good."

Feng Yuan nodded to indicate that he understood, and then turned to leave.

"Wait a moment!"

Feng Yuan heard Minghui's voice behind him, stopped and turned to look at Minghui.

Minghui suddenly thought of the upcoming plot. He would need to stay here for at least a week, and he would most likely miss the next part of the story. So he wanted to give Fengyuan a hint.

According to his memory, the next enemy to appear should be the cosmic beast Jiro. The plot is not complicated. It is simply a story about an Earth child and a cosmic child who want to achieve a friendship that transcends races, but the adults do not allow their own children to play with the wild child, so they teach the wild child a lesson.

Hmm, this Earth Child is Dori Umeda.

However, some people have offered different opinions on this plot, believing that the Star Beast Jiro approached Xiaotong with ill intentions, wanting to capture him and take him into space.

Minghui neither confirmed nor denied this view, but he still leaned more towards the idea that the Star Beast Jiro was indeed a kind cosmic being.

It's just that foolish adults can't distinguish right from wrong.

Of course, even if Star Beast Jiro did indeed have ill intentions, Minghui had nothing to worry about.

Although Feng Yuan has not yet reached his peak, he is already a force to be reckoned with. Even if there are any setbacks in dealing with the Star Beast Ji Luo, he will certainly not lose.

What he wanted to point out was not this, but another aspect.

After a moment's thought, Minghui said to Fengyuan, "Fengyuan, do you remember what I told you when we were facing Kendoros's Sword Wheel Grass?"

"Which one?"

Feng Yuan paused for a moment, thought for a second, and then smiled: "Of course, you have to be gentle with cute girls!"

Cute? I didn't use any qualifier when talking about girls!

I never expected that Fengyuan, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also be a sucker for good looks!

Clearing his throat, Minghui said, "That's right, I'm glad you remember these things."

"However, that's not all. What I really want to tell you is that you may encounter all sorts of things in the MAC team, and you will also have many urgent matters to deal with, which is amazing."

"But I hope you can be more considerate at the same time and pay attention to the feelings of others. This may cause you some trouble, but believe me, you will not regret it."

He couldn't be too explicit, so he could only use this somewhat veiled approach, leaving the rest for Feng Yuan to figure out on his own.

"I understand what you mean!"

Feng Yuan's expression turned solemn as he spoke earnestly, but then he smiled and scratched his head, saying, "You're suddenly acting so serious, as if we'll never see each other again."

Minghui was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and waved his hand. He jokingly scolded, "Alright, alright, let's go. If we get back late, the team leader might run you over with his jeep!"

"Haha, Minghui, I'll be waiting for you to come back in Tokyo!"

Feng Yuan laughed loudly, waved at Ming Hui, and turned to leave.

After Fengyuan left, Minghui returned to Baiyun Temple and found Master Shiguan.

He needed to report his training progress to them to see if he could move on to the next stage.

Incidentally, he also wanted to find out how his knife was being forged; the thought of waiting a whole week made him feel like each day was an eternity.

"Oh? You've mastered the slashing attack on dynamic targets so quickly?"

Upon hearing that Minghui had succeeded, the monk Shiguan was taken aback.

He could tell that Minghui had a talent for swordsmanship, but he didn't expect it to be this good.

"Hmm, let's try it with a wooden sword first. The different material might affect our performance."

The monk with ten strings of cash handed the wooden knife to Minghui.

Minghui took it, glanced down at it, and found that the nick on the wooden knife had disappeared, indicating that Master Shiguan had repaired it.

He ignored that and instead looked at the monk with ten strings of cash, asking, "Master Shi Guan, how is my knife?"

“Young man, you must be patient.” The monk with ten strings of cash glanced at him, shook his head slightly, and then said, “I have already studied those two materials thoroughly and will begin forging them soon. No need to rush, you will see your sword in a week!”

"Thank you for your help, Master Shi Guan!"

Minghui was overjoyed and happily went out carrying the wooden sword.

The monk with ten strings of cash shook his head, then suddenly noticed that Minghui's backpack was open, revealing a corner of a book.

He was a little curious, so he walked over, pulled it out, and looked down at it.

Ultraman Story

Blinking, the monk with ten strings of cash casually opened the book.

"Power of Light, Stage Three!"

"The silver-and-red figure stared expressionlessly at the five large, gleaming characters on the testing stone..."

The monk stroked his beard and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Hmm, this seems interesting..."

Chapter 56 An Ultraman without a good sword is not a good swordsman!

"call out!"

A faint sound of something cutting through the air rang out from the woods.

Holding a wooden knife, Minghui was sweating profusely.

In front of him was a wooden table, and on that table was a stack of white papers.

He swung the knife at the stack of white papers once more, unleashing a burst of swift power that generated a strong wind pressure that tightly wrapped around the blade. This wind pressure pounded the leaves that were drifting down from the branches, shattering them into dust.

The wooden sword swung down with unparalleled force, as if to split the entire wooden table in two, but stopped without warning just before it was about to strike.

As the strong winds subsided, the remaining force blew a few pages of paper off the page.