Chapter 387

Hiroda Yamei was the only one left in the dark room.

”I didn't say I would stay. I'm really a child who likes to think more. " Hiroda Yami smiled at the corners of her mouth, lowered her head and whispered, looking at her nails.

When people walk out of the hotel, the day has begun to brighten, the night leaves, and the day is coming.

Looking back at the Japanese words "Mingxi Hotel" above his head, Qin Yang couldn't tell what he was in his heart.

He had guessed, but he never thought that the other party would be his colleague.

”Ten years, I don't know how she spent ten years. " Qin Yang suddenly had this thought. Unexpectedly, he had a glimmer of desire to see the woman's ten-year experience, as well as a glimmer of unknown admiration.

He opened the door of a broken van parked beside the road. Qin Yang got into his body and said to the can Feng who had been waiting for a long time, "let's go."

The car started slowly and drove towards the rising horizon of the sun.

When Qin Yang came to the Taoist hall, he unconsciously raised his head, looked at the plaque above his head and stared at the handwriting on it for a long time.

”This should be the first Taoist hall I saw using Chinese characters. " Qin Yang made this idea in his mind and silently stepped up the steps.

It's raining outside. This is the 82nd Taoist hall challenged by Qin Yang and can Feng, and it's a step closer to Japan's capital city of Tokyo.

Their footprints spread all over Japan, but they also experienced a long and short journey. They have seen swordsmanship experts, old and young, men and women, famous families and unknown people.

Naturally, he has seen a lot of schools, but Qin Yang has not yet understood what belongs to him.

For the understanding of the three styles, Qin Yang went deeper and deeper as he fought with different opponents.

Stepping into the front door, you can see the back of a man. He lies on his legs and sits upright on the ground, leaving Qin Yang with a back.

All the disciples knelt on the ground. No one focused on the intruder Qin Yang. They stared at their master, the man with closed eyes and no words.

”Mohist Qin Yang came to ask for advice. " Canfeng came to Qin Yang's side and spoke in fluent Japanese instead of him.

”Wait for many days. " A voice came from the man with his back to Qin Yang.

Then, in the expectant eyes of many disciples, the man stood up and turned to face Qin Yang.

This is a very murderous man. Qin Yangguang saw a strong sense of killing from each other's eyes, which was transformed from a strong sense of war. He had never seen such eyes in the previous battles.

It was this vision that told Qin Yang that this battle was not a duel, but a real battle.

Qin Yang, who was about to step into the Taoist hall, was stopped by a word from the man, and one arm of canfeng just stopped Qin Yang's progress.

”He wants to fight with you outside. "

So Qin Yang didn't go inside anymore, and canfeng calmly retreated to one side.

The man drew out the samurai sword hidden in the scabbard.

The flashing light is fleeting. There are ripples on the blade, which vaguely reflects a kind of black light. This Dao must be a famous Dao.

Qin Yang's ink ruler didn't know when he pointed straight and obliquely to the ground. He stood in place waiting for the attack.

The man rushed forward without a clog and shoes, went down barefoot, and came to Qin Yang with a running posture in the blink of an eye.

Ancient Japanese ronin had a sword technique called "Juhe", which was called "sword drawing" by foreigners.

The blade makes a sound of sword chanting against the enemy again, and a gust of wind is generated in an instant.

With endless killing intention, the momentum is indomitable.

Qin Yang, holding an ink ruler with both hands, retreated step by step, stepped forward step by step, lunged against the attack, blocked the tricky with unimaginable speed, and cut with a knife "Juhe" from bottom to top and left to right.

”Ah! " As if to release the killing intention that has been repressed in his heart, LAN Mu next bows and knees, presses down with the knife, and forcefully forces Qin Yang back.

The long knife slipped, the rain fell, and the unspeakable cold swept across my face.

The track of silver light is constantly waving towards the flesh and blood of Qinyang.

Back off! Back off! Or back!

LAN's eyes began to turn scarlet because he kept waving the blade in his hand. All the blood was covered, and it looked both ferocious and frightening.

Qin Yang didn't get a chance to breathe until he completely withdrew from the gate of the Taoist hall. The emptiness of the site immediately gave his body a greater degree of freedom.

Struggling to squeeze out a knife, Qin Yang quickly withdrew two meters away.

At first, the drizzle was replaced by the big raindrops of soybeans. It was very beautiful and ticking. It's like the fluctuating heartbeat in the heart, venting that impetuosity. In this vast world, I'm unable to find the exact goal.

The man on the opposite side paced and moved, and Qin Yang followed. The distance between them was kept at two meters. The knife and ruler could be touched as long as they took another step forward, even if this step was very small.

It was LAN Mu who broke this steady state. He took the initiative to attack and waved a knife head-on, a touch and close attack.

The cut blade seems to slide over a silk. The pouring rain becomes the best lubricant, smearing every inch of the blade, making its speed not slow down, but fast.

Bearing everything silently, Qin Yang tightened his nerves and accepted Lan's "greeting".

Their posture gradually moved away from the Taoist hall and came to a more open street.

Passers by began to stop, holding umbrellas and whispering about the scene in front of them. They forgot to go home and do housework. They were reluctant to leave because of the fierce battle in front of them.

Immersed in the battle, the two did not care about the passers-by's eyes, but still desperately waved their knives and rulers. The intersection of silver light and black light, as well as the rain that constantly penetrated into their completely wet bodies, everything was like a drama. No one knew what kind of mentality they held to carry out the duel.

Until people forget time and have only the traces of knife and ruler in their eyes.

Finally, a cry of surprise announced the end of the battle.

”Ah! "

Hearing the cry, some people followed.

”Ah! " It caused the panic of most people who stayed and watched.

Qin Yang took back the ruler in his hand and unloaded the unimaginable strength from LAN Mu's shoulder.

But the blood was unstoppable, mixed with the rain, and then continuously soaked in the clothes that became the beach, slid down and dyed the whole body half red.

Lanmu's face was full of rain. He didn't care about the bone wound on his shoulder and slowly took the knife back.

His disciple ran behind him and respectfully handed the scabbard to LAN Mu's second side.

Then LAN Mu grabbed the knife and put it into the scabbard. Without saying a word, he turned and returned to his Taoist school. Qin Yang was left alone in the rain.

He is a loser and has no right to stay in front of the winner, which may be the idea in his heart.

I don't know when canfeng came to Qin Yang and said, "Lanmu is a celebrity in this country. I believe that after this war, even if we don't come to challenge, someone will come to you."

”That's the best. I'm just a little tired. I don't know when this practice will end. " Qin Yang looked up at the sky, affectionate, not sad or happy, touched his face and said.

”As long as you want, you don't have to be so tired. We can go home now. " Can Feng replied.

”Well, almost. Let's go back after a few more games. It's boring after too many days. "

In the stop and watch of pedestrians on the roadside, an old man and a young man strolled down the street without any rain proof tools, and they didn't know where to go.

When a woman saw the young man's battle, she might think he was cool, but she got more condemnation from the older uncles: "what a fool, what if it's cold enough to catch a cold."

”Is that master Lanmu? "

”Ah, you know now that Lan Mu is second. His swordsmanship is very powerful. "

”Cut, what if it's very powerful? Haven't you lost to the young man just now? I don't think it's much better. "

”Yes. "

In the conversation of this group of uninformed passers-by, such a bloody duel became a memory.

It has already become the influence of the topic of "Yanhuang boy provoking masters of major schools" loved by the Japanese sword industry. Because of this duel, it has virtually expanded a lot. Many masters or forces who have not paid attention to the suckling boys from China may also take action.

This day is June 7, about half a month from the day when the fourth team gathered.

”I'm going out today and I won't come back for dinner. " Qin Yang tidied up the tie tied at the neckline, looked at it in the mirror, and then said these words to the canfeng behind him.

”Yes. " There are only two short words to respond to him.

Qin Yang put on his suit, looked at canfeng, opened the door and went out.

”Bang! "

”The footsteps of "tap tap tap" are drifting away.

Qin Yang, who came out of the hotel, didn't call a taxi, but directly waited outside the gate, stood quietly, and looked at the front calmly.

He looks very gentlemanly tonight. I don't know if he is going to meet girls. He has a neat black suit and a black tie with red yarn. At the foot of a pair of dark leather shoes, the only constant is that there is no how to repair it, which seems to be a little longer middle hair.

He didn't trim his hair or do hairdressing, but it seems natural that his hair line is so straight that you think he must have straightened it. It may not be obvious at ordinary times, but when Qin Yang dressed up so seriously for the first time today, you found that he was still a little aristocratic. This may be a sentence: Buddha depends on gold, and man depends on clothes.

After a short time, a pair of black Toyota century cars stopped in front of Qin Yang.

Not Mercedes Benz, not BMW, not the world-renowned Rolls Royce, but the Toyota brand produced locally in Japan.

Why do you pay so much attention to car brands? Sorry to say, Qin Yang can recognize very few famous car brands. Mercedes Benz and BMW seem to be mentioned by everyone who pays attention to cars, so he only knows these two brands. As for the Toyota century, which is also known as "Japanese Rolls Royce", naturally can't get into his "eyes".