Chapter 1597

Japan.

About 80 kilometers away from the winter capital, a high mountain stands horizontally.

The mountain is thousands of meters tall and straight into the sky.

The mountain range stretches across Shizuoka and Yamanashi.

Looking from afar, like a wild beast, crawling here.

At this time, in the mountains and forests, there is an old man who thinks his hair and beard are all white. He is in a long gray robe and sits on his knees.

Around the pine and cypress green onion, at the foot of the stream gurgling, the ear of warblers whispering.

The breeze blew, blowing his clothes and robes gently.

The old man, however, never moved.

His eyes were closed and his breath was long.

The whole person, as if integrated into this piece of heaven and earth in general.

And this mountain, this water, is one.

No one knows how long this old man has been sitting here, let alone what he is sitting here for.

Only the seven foot sword inserted into the earth beside me reflects the cold light of the scorching sun, shining brightly.

Boom ~

just at this moment, there was a roar in the sky.

Then, a helicopter, whistling by, finally stopped in an open area not far away.

After a while, a young woman, wearing a purple kimono, 3000 green silk like a waterfall.

The skirt is swinging in the wind, and the jade legs under the skirt are tall and slender, and the snow-white skin is better than the snow.

With her pure and unique face, the woman in kimono seems to have come out of the painting.

Pure and beautiful, free from the dust.

What's more surprising is that it's freezing now, and the woman is so dressed that she doesn't show any cold appearance.

As if, this cold wind, in her eyes, and June spring wind is no different.

After the girl appeared, she did not make a sound.

Just respectfully standing beside the old man, waiting patiently.

After waiting for the four winds to stop, the girl in front of her just respectfully smiles and says: "in winter, everything withers."

"Only the teacher here, withered trees spring, stream smooth flow, Cherry Flying Butterfly dance."

"So it seems that the teacher's green wood sword idea has reached the peak, and his divine skill has been greatly accomplished."

"Congratulations to the teacher."

"By virtue of this green wood sword meaning, the teacher will dominate Japan and climb to the top of martial arts and Taoism. It is just around the corner."

The girl said with a smile, the soft voice, like the spring breeze in June, is very pleasing to the eyes.

However, in the face of the girl's compliment, the old man sat still with his eyes closed.

At this time, he shook his head: "green wood sword is the most powerful sword meaning in my sword palace. It's not easy to talk about it when it comes to perfection?"

"Now, my understanding of the meaning of the sword is still far from that of your Qingmu Shizu."

"But even so, there will be few enemies in East Asia as a teacher!"

The old man said in a deep voice.

His words, like his side that has not been scabbard sword as sharp, with an indomitable arrogance.

"By the way, is there any news from Yingtian?"

"It has been more than a month since he was ordered to enter China."

"Did he not bring the body of that man?"

The old man asked in a low voice. When he said this, his eyes had not been opened from the beginning to the end.

One side of the kimono woman, but her face slightly changed, whispered back: "teacher, I came this day to report this matter to you."

"The body, I have brought it."

"Just.."

the woman was silent for a moment.

But the old man frowned: "just what, say."

The woman in kimono bit her lips lightly. After the last bite, she said, "it's just the body. It belongs to elder martial brother Yingtian."

What?

Hearing this, the old man's eyes suddenly opened.