To the eternal you

With his original secret sword "Tengu Sho", Iwazou Doki became the swordsmanship guide of the Kujo family, won the title of "Daoyin", and finally founded the school of kendo that once had a lot of disciples.

It started with Otemon Arataki's introduction, and later gradually developed into an imperial competition. Iwazo, who was invincible on the court, finally had a dragon-tiger battle with this Otemon, and won with a tengu.

An orthodox ghost tribe now throws away their names and uses the name of Yanzang instead, causing gossip lovers to compile many small stories.

This also made Yanzang completely famous and flexed his muscles.

But in the final analysis, he is still the shy person who is not good at words. After nine years of experience, most of his dealings with monsters are monsters, and Yanzang Liu teaches how to kill evil spirits and monsters.

As the head of the first sect, Yanzang Daoqi also changed his name to Wu, calling him Yanzang Daoyin. After many disciples completed their studies, they poured into the Daofu territory to exorcise monsters everywhere, and the Yanzang style also entered its final stage. Heyday.

There was even an illegitimate heir who served in the shogunate together, and asked jokingly if he could even cut off the thunder that fell from the sky.

He just said dumbly: "How can such a thing happen, at most it can kill the sky dog ​​of Dakini."

But probably because he missed the past and the teacher he hadn't seen for a long time, he sighed again.

"That being said, the actual killing of a tengu has never happened once."

"So, then why is the secret sword named Tengu Chao?"

Yanzang didn't answer, but just looked into the distance, causing the private heir to say bitterly: "If it wasn't for being taken over by the second child of the Jiutiao family, who formed a fate when he was young, I really want to recruit you to be appointed as a surveyor."

"With your sword, I think the clear red ear hundred-eyed ghost will not be able to catch it."

"Didn't you hear that he has defected to the Great Imperial Palace?"

"That being said, their predecessors were pirates after all, and if their vigor is not suppressed, it will be quite difficult to discipline them. I just hope that they will not be disturbed by the Great Imperial Palace."

The other party said quietly.

But I didn't know that Iwazo's thoughts had drifted away, and he returned to the memories of talking with the teacher back then.

Time passed, ten years after ten years, Yanzang Daoyin was still a human being after all, and his physical body would inevitably age gradually, and the filing that was expected in the past was once again put on the agenda.

Relying on the relic movement that he won with Otemon Arataki that day, he began to try to use mechanism techniques to produce the core he wanted.

The core that can drive the inorganic mechanism puppet sword demon, making it wield a sword like a living person.

No matter how superb martial arts and beautiful memories, they will wither with the decay of the body.

I am afraid that only by replacing one's limbs and body with solid organs, and finally replacing the heart with a precise "movement", can one be closer to eternity than a mortal flesh and blood...

He tried in this way, and with the help of his mother, he built the first prototype machine bit by bit.

It has been a few years since I couldn't even walk steadily at the beginning, and then I kept adjusting it until I was able to hold the sword.

There is no longer enough time, and the daily troubles of swordsmanship and the crusade against monsters have gradually made him unable to do what he wants, so he also passed on the name of Yin to the next sect master, hoping that they will not forget their original intentions and keep in mind the meaning contained in this skill. think.

Bring hope to people who are frequently harassed by monsters.

Then he returned to Kontian Village to live in seclusion, and at this time he gave the Tianmuying Sword to Caimen's family as a reward for his long-term care.

The production of the puppet sword ghost is still going on, but it has been transferred to the stronghold of the floating people in the past. The barren sea is located on the ruins. In the early years, some organs were rolled up by the black waves, but the shape is different from that of people, and it is closer to in imitation.

From the principles of their operation and the core research, but in the end, the answer that cannot continue to move forward in this way is obtained.

Difficult to adjust his human form, he walked alone in his later years, his mother was still glamorous, but he has changed from a fool to an old man in his twilight years.

But he doesn't regret it, he just hopes that his life can be extended.

Perhaps the gods sensed his sincerity, and Yanzang waited for a turning point. The treasure hunting fairy in the early years disappeared secretly when he went to work, but now he came back.

It led Yanzang to find the way of puppet which is different from the previous mechanism technique.

And extracted from it can make the puppet burst into battle power not inferior to the main body. The current puppet sword ghost is still too rigid. Although the moves can be reproduced, they still cannot escape the routine of connecting moves .

Unable to flexibly fight against the enemy, it may be easy to bully those little monsters, and it can even be said to be crushed, but against enemies like King Qiuqiu, it will be a lose-lose.

This is not satisfactory to Yanzang, the sword puppet he hoped for should not be like this, and its cost almost emptied Yanzang's net worth, so he finally made such a unique one.

And the most fatal shortcoming is that as long as you don't enter the range of the sword puppet's attack, attacking furtively will not trigger a counterattack at all, and even if you enter, as long as the distance is far, the heavy body of the sword puppet is completely a joke.

But the information he got now made him hope again, but after all, his lifespan was not as good as that of an inhuman, and he only had time to launch a trial product, and after instilling his own memories into it, it would be difficult to continue this project.

His mother came to him, clarified her wishes, and poured out the sword puppet's spiritual wisdom with her life, turning it into a guardian ghost mask.

Yanzang refused, but just finished everything with one last breath, and finally knelt down in front of the sword puppet.

The formed sword puppet was almost as tall as three people, and it was holding a special cold knife made by Ghost Steel.

That day seemed to be sunset.

The orange sun shone on Iwazura, but the arrogance of making a wish when he was young was gone, only a long and lonely shadow was drawn on the field.

He hung his head, a little drowsy.

But suddenly there was a gust of wind blowing, and the memories of the past began to fall from a black feather in his arms.

Accompanied by the fairy rooted in the ground, a small white flower bloomed, gently caressing his palm, and seemed to see something when he touched it.

He raised his head in a trance, as if he saw the day when he knew where the future was going.

The young boy followed the teacher he admired, and laughed and chatted with the kind His Royal Highness.

Even though the scars on his body were still aching, it was difficult to conceal the excitement. What was he thinking at that time?

What is the promise made.

He touched the sword puppet, empty and dazed, but there was some kind of power in the sunlight falling on this burly figure.

Yanzang stood up, just at the same level as the head of the sword puppet kneeling on the ground, and because of this, he put his head on it, feeling the coldness between his forehead, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Inherit it, pass on this memory, my promise...is delivered to you."

Under the dim light, the sword puppet lowered its head slightly, as if agreeing to his request, and then looked at the aged man sitting beside the flowers and black feathers, shrugging his head as if he was asleep, without moving up.

Due to chance, people who shouldn't be involved will eventually influence each other.

The sword puppet stood up, and Miyu Chiyo was blocking its way. She walked over and patted its shoulder lightly.

The power of the ghost is thus imprinted without words.

I just accompany my old son, waiting for the sunset to fall, the night to pass, and the dawn to dawn.

Finally, he was buried here, and the sword mound of Iwazo was erected.