The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Li Muchen didn't think it was a good thing to enshrine such a knife.

No matter whether it is a nation or a family, it should not place its faith and hope on the knife that symbolizes killing.

It seems that with this knife, the soul of the nation is still there, the nation's fighting spirit is not lost, and it can rise in any era. But in fact, the militants have kidnapped the people on the chariot. Once the war begins, regardless of victory or defeat, the people will be the victims of the rolling rut.

"You also think this knife is ominous, right?"

A voice came from behind.

Li Muchen turned around and saw a man dressed in white walking in. The wooden clogs under his feet made a clear clicking sound on the ground.

This man looks very young, with skin as white as a baby, eyes as clear as mountain springs, and lips as red as cherry blossoms.

If he hadn't guessed the person's identity in advance, Li Muchen wouldn't even be able to tell whether he was a boy or a girl.

The realm of Mitarashi Sword Pavilion is higher than the legend.

Such a person must be very lonely. In the entire Japan, I am afraid no one can understand his realm.

Li Muchen could see this from his eyes.

"Ominous?" He was curious as to why Mitarashi Sword Tower said that.

"This is the Soul Resurrection Club. It was originally the Shrine of Heroes established by the Emperor for the warriors who died fighting for him. The sword is the symbol of the heroic spirit and the spiritual sustenance of the warriors."

Mitarashi Kenkaku walked to the altar table without any expression of awe, but he was not scornful either.

"But everything has changed a long time ago." He pointed to the book on the table and said, "The names recorded on it are no longer the names of pure warriors, just like sewage drained into the ocean. Although it looks small, it is enough. Contaminate the whole world."

"When they put the names of those dirty politicians and warmongers on it, the knife lost its original meaning. The heroic soul was polluted, and only the surface of the clean blade remained. It will only continue to pollute. Its believers deceive them, harm them, and eventually lead to the death of this nation."

The appearance of Mitarashi Sword Pavilion was expected by Li Muchen, but he didn't expect it to appear in such a way, let alone say such words.

"Since it's ominous, why do you come here? Aren't you here to protect it?"

"The scary thing is here." Mitarashi Kenkaku stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the blade, but his hand stopped one foot away from the sword. "The people have been kidnapped by it. They know it is ominous, but they still devote themselves to it, believe in it, serve it and protect it. If it is destroyed, the nation's spiritual belief will collapse."

"So, is it the difference between immediate death and slow death?" Li Muchen said.

Mitarashi Kenkaku turned around, his bright face reflecting the sunlight shining outside the house.

"Yes, but with chronic death, there is always hope of salvation."

Li Muchen nodded: "If there were more people like you in this country, like your brother, if he could see things so thoroughly, he wouldn't have reached this point."

Mitarashi Sword Tower shook his head: "You are wrong. If there were people like me, our country would have ceased to exist long ago."

He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Everyone has his own destiny, and every nation has his own destiny. Many years ago, I understood that people cannot compete with fate. Cultivation is a way to escape, but Not everyone has the opportunity to practice cultivation, and most people will only be carried forward by the torrent of fate and drift with the tide, and this is the case for all emperors and generals."

Li Muchen looked at Mitarashi Sword Pavilion and suddenly felt that this person was so strange, different from all the practitioners he had known in the past.

"But you didn't follow the crowd. I didn't see your shadow on that knife. Your faith is not here. You are not entangled in the fate of the nation, are you?"

Mitarashi Kenkaku was silent for a while and said, "I'm just a coward."

He looked at Li Muchen, with a trace of curiosity in his clear eyes, "When I came here, I saw your sword energy. You are the most powerful swordsman I have ever seen! Well, it's strange that you don't have any innate calamity. Qi, it means that you either haven't survived the thunder tribulation, or you are sealed after the tribulation, but no matter which one, you can't escape my eyes, let alone have such a powerful sword Qi. What world do you... come from? "

Li Muchen was stunned, where is the world?

"To be honest, I'm a little confused myself." Li Muchen said with a self-deprecating smile.

Mitarashi Sword Pavilion did not ask further questions, but nodded: "Well, you are very honest."

"Same for you." Li Muchen said.

The two looked at each other and smiled, suddenly feeling a sense of sympathy for each other.

"Are you here to protect the sword?" Li Muchen asked.

"Are you here to destroy the sword?" Mitarashi Sword Pavilion asked.

"Originally, yes." Li Muchen said, "But now I have changed my mind. You are right, this is the fate of the nation. I don't want to destroy a nation, nor do I want to save them. I just let them continue on the path of chronic death. .Destruction, or salvation, should be their own choice."

"In this case, I'm relieved." Mitarashi Sword Pavilion smiled, "I'm not here to protect the sword. Survival or destruction, since they have chosen their own beliefs, they should have such awareness. I am worried that your sword, It aroused the spirit of war hidden in this sword, causing the disaster nearly a hundred years ago to come to the world again, and the first to suffer will always be the common people."

Li Muchen nodded, deeply convinced.

"Hopefully they can look at themselves."

"hope."

"What about now?"

"Now, I want to learn how to use your sword. My brother is known as Showa Invincible, but when he is in front of me, I don't even have the desire to draw the sword. Real invincibility is lonely!"

Mitarashi Sword Pavilion looked at Li Muchen, with a blush on his bright face.

"No one in Japan is worthy of me drawing my sword. Your coming is a gift from God to relieve my loneliness!"

Li Muchen was slightly startled. Such a challenge was unexpected and quite funny.

But he also wanted to see the swordsmanship of Mitarashi Sword Tower.

This man had a unique temperament that was different from all the practitioners he had ever seen. He also couldn't see through his realm.

It is really rare to see such a person in Japan.

Li Muchen flipped his right hand, Xuan Ming was in his hand, the dark sword body glowed with a mysterious light, and killing intent filled the Fengan Hall.

The soul-calling knife on the offering table was buzzing and vibrating, as if it was very uneasy.

Li Muchen looked at Mitarashi Sword Pavilion and asked, "Where is your sword?"

"The sword is in my heart."

As soon as Mitarashi Sword Pavilion finished speaking, Li Muchen felt a powerful thought coming from all directions.

The world in front of us suddenly changed, the palace disappeared, the people disappeared, and there was a vast light in the west.

"This is my sword!"

Li Muchen saw Mitarashi Sword Pavilion appearing in the light, held his hands in the air, and slowly pulled out a long sword from the light.

And in all directions to the west, there is sword intent everywhere.