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

Pop, softly, there should be a sound.

Or maybe the noise was just an illusion.

Everyone saw that the bullet melted in the air behind Li Muchen.

The faces of the warriors were filled with shock.

This is a terrible thing.

For these masters, bullets are indeed not too scary. Most of them are not afraid of this kind of pistol bullets, and can even control it with the power of their thoughts.

But no one can make it go away.

They can crush the bullet into fragments, powder or even ash with their fingers, but there is always substance left, no matter how small it is.

But now, the bullet has completely disappeared, a true disappearance, a complete annihilation, not even the energy attached to it remains.

The innate old warrior suffered the greatest inner shock. Among the people present, he was probably the only one who could see some clues about his realm.

"Is this...the legendary...small universe?" He said to himself.

In Japanese discourse, microcosm is a legendary ultimate practice, often quoted by cartoonists and novelists to express the energy contained in the human body. But in fact, it is not energy, but a state, a unique experience of getting rid of the constraints of the real world and achieving one's own state.

Only at the intersection of two worlds can this phenomenon of matter and energy being annihilated out of thin air occur.

The general who fired the shot was also shocked, but his shock was different from that of the warriors. He did not feel the terror of "annihilation". As a mortal, he could not see the trajectory of the bullet.

He was just shocked that he didn't shoot his opponent at such a close range. This made him feel annoyed, ashamed, and then angry.

A cold snort came from his nostrils, and his calloused fingers skillfully pulled the trigger again.

The old man could have stopped them, but whether it was because the general's authority was too great or because the shot just hurt their dignity, he did not move and just watched quietly.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

Five shots were fired.

Five bullets came out of the chamber and pierced the space.

However, at this moment, the two people in front - Li Muchen and Mitarashi Sword Pavilion disappeared at the same time.

No one knows how they disappeared.

Five bullets passed through the space where the two people were supposed to be standing, and they all hit the bright and majestic soul knife on the altar table.

After a crisp metal collision, the soul knife fell from the knife holder and fell to the ground.

There was a deathly silence in Fengan Hall.

The sword, where the souls of tens of millions of dead samurai have resided since the Meiji era, the spiritual sustenance of Japanese Bushido and the faith of the samurai, lies crookedly on the ground, like a corpse with a dead head.

The general's face was ashen, but he quickly returned to his normal expression.

He walked over, picked up the knife, put it on the knife holder on the altar table, then turned around and said seriously: "No one is allowed to spread what happened today!"

After saying that, he took big steps and walked out with his head held high, like a victor who had just won a battle.

The sergeants in black plain clothes followed him away with neat steps.

Only a group of warriors were left, standing blankly in Feng'an Hall.

The old man looked at the knife and let out a long sigh. He knew that the soul of the sword had dispersed, and so had the spirit of the Bushido he believed in. What is on the table now is nothing more than a ghost knife that politicians can use at any time.

He thought of Mitarashi Sword Pavilion, Ito Josai, and suddenly understood——

Perhaps, this has already been the case!

……

Li Muchen and Mitarashi Sword Tower were now standing on the beach far away from the bustling Chiyoda.

In front of them was the endless sea. The two people stood on the reef, letting the sea breeze blow their clothes.

"Tell me, what is the end of this sea?" Mitarashi Kenge asked.

"It's another continent." Li Muchen said.

"Then why don't people keep their homes safe, but go to the other side at the risk of being swallowed by the sea?"

After Mitarashi Sword Pavilion asked, he suddenly laughed, a bit shyly.

"Please forgive my ignorance. I have lived in Edo since I was a child and have not left for more than a hundred years. Apart from practicing swordsmanship, I have almost never cared about anything else. I was just wondering, what is the end of practice? Will it be, Is it another ordinary period? Just like this sea, from one continent to another."

"Maybe." Li Muchen stared into the distance, "You can only know how the other side is like by going there."

Mitarashi Sword Tower nodded and asked, "So where will Jun Li go next?"

Li Muchen was silent for a moment and said, "I don't know, maybe it's hell."

Mitarashi Sword Tower was slightly surprised, but did not ask any further questions.

"What about you?" Li Muchen asked.

"Me?" Mitarashi Kenkaku smiled, "I don't know. I have never left Edo. The outside world is too strange to me. It's time to go out for a walk. The cherry blossoms in Edo have faded. There is nothing It’s a beauty worthy of my nostalgia.”

"Are you going to the other side?"

"No, I don't believe there is any different world on the other side. Maybe the hell you mentioned is a good place. Li Jun, I hope we can meet again!"

"Okay." Li Muchen nodded.

The two looked at each other and smiled, then their bodies flashed, went their separate ways, and disappeared into the sea.

Suddenly there was a wind on the sea, and a big wave came up, submerging the reef where they had just stood.

……

Xu Tong angrily kicked over the rest chair outside the ward.

"Who-did--?!"

His angry rants scared the doctors and nurses in the private nursing home into silence.

Xu Xiaobei was lying in the ward, wrapped in gauze, like a mummy. Both legs were fixed in plaster and hung high.

The son of Xu Tong, the Suzhou Tiger, was beaten half to death in the street.

Witnesses said that the attackers were so arrogant that Xu Xiaobei was beaten unconscious. They even broke two of his legs and then walked away.

This is certainly no ordinary gangster.

No gangster is so blind and dares to touch Xu Tong's son. The bodyguards around Xu Xiaobei are not something that a few gangsters can defeat.

"Mr. Xu..." his subordinate reported tremblingly, "the murderer has been identified based on surveillance. All the brothers have been sent out, and he will be found."

"I'll give you one day. If you can't find anyone within one day, you'll all have to go to hell!"

"Yes!"

The men turned around and ran out.

Xu Tong was still furious and cursed: "Cuna!"

Then he took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, a small hand reached over, snatched the cigarette from his mouth, and extinguished it on the trash can next to him.

Xu Tong was furious. Who is brave enough to steal my cigarettes?

He turned his head and saw a delicate and serious face. When the word "Cena" came to his lips, he swallowed it back.

The nurse pointed to the no-smoking sign on the wall and said, "No smoking here."

Xu Tong touched his face, rubbed the muscles on his face, and said, "Little girl, do you know who I am?"

"I don't care who you are?" the nurse turned around and pushed the trolley into the ward, "You are the King of Heaven, I can't smoke here!"

Xu Tong walked in and watched the nurse skillfully remove the gauze, change the dressing, and tie the gauze on his son's body.

"Are you nurses so gentle and careful?" he asked.

The nurse didn't even raise her head: "It depends on who is right. Some people who like to smoke may not be treated like this."

"Hey, if you were the patient's stepmother, would you still be so gentle?"

"Ah?" The nurse raised her head blankly and glanced at Xu Tong, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing, haha!" Xu Tong laughed, "You are busy, you are busy!"

"Master Xu!" His men rushed in hurriedly.

Xu Tong's face was serious: "Cuna, reincarnation, I'm so anxious! What's the matter?"

The men were so frightened that they quickly left.

Xu Tongcai walked out of the ward slowly.

"The person who beat him has been found. The mastermind is a South Korean man and one of Lee Jae-sung's men."

"Li Zaixing? The son of the Song Dynasty Group?"

Xu Tong was a little surprised. He unconsciously took out a cigarette and lit the lighter. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the no-smoking sign on the wall. He glanced back, then put out the cigarette and put the cigarette back into the box.