Just like when they came, it was still Yuan Zhisheng and his party who sent Li Longyuan and the others back.
The ferocious-looking Yaksha and Crow stood beside the beautiful young man. The wind blew their black trench coats, revealing the bustling and gorgeous Ukiyo-e under the white lining.
Minamoto no longer hides the fact that he is this generation's Amaterasu.
"Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, it's time to say goodbye."
Li Longyuan is just as he was when he came, wearing a green shirt and holding a sword tied with jade.
"Yes, it is like sand in an hourglass. The more it flows, the less it will be."
After a real confrontation, Yuan Zhisheng finally recognized the handsome guy in front of him.
He always looks so calm and carefree, not caring about worldly things.
"Why don't you consider turning the funnel around and re-counting the time?" Li Longyuan flapped his paper fan to bring a ray of coolness to the scorching sun.
The implication is that Yuan Zhisheng is advised to change his lifestyle. Since he feels that the so-called "mission" on his shoulders is too heavy and tiring, it is better to pursue the life he wants.
Anyway, the earth will still turn without anyone, and the sun will still rise the next day without anyone. He is not indispensable to the Sheqi family.
"Some things are unavoidable. This is fate, and it is also the cause and effect that has been predetermined for a long time."
If Genji had not been around when the fierce ghosts attacked, the losses suffered by Genji Heavy Industries would have been several times more severe than they are now.
This also sounded the alarm for him. At least until the fierce ghost organizations were destroyed, as the "Emperor" of this generation, it was impossible to abandon the family and ignore it.
The "emperor" of the previous generation did not have the responsibility, so he must shoulder it.
Facing the sea breeze, the young man lit a cigarette casually. The red sparks burned fiercely, and then he opened his mouth and gently blew out a circle of white smoke.
The snow-white waves in the distance rise and fall tirelessly, bringing with them waves of seagulls to rise and fall. Together with the setting sun, it has a different kind of beauty.
Several young people of similar age, each with their own thoughts or ideals in mind, let the waves of sea breeze blow through their black foreheads and clothes, making them dance.
"By the way, Mr. Feng, I still want to give you something to give you this time."
While waiting for the arrival of the principal's landline Sleipnir, Yuan Zhisheng took a solid wooden sword box from the subordinate next to him.
Opening the sword case, there lay a slender brown wooden scabbard sword inside.
The boy cut An Gang, the blade is 80cm long, the blade is 2.9cm, and the tip is 1.9cm. It is famous for killing Shuten Doji, the legendary leader of the ghost clan.
In the Muromachi period of Japan, it was called the Five Tenkaichi Swords (along with Onimaru Kunitsuna, Meimono Odenita, Mikazuki Munechika, and Sukumaru Tsuneji).
Likewise, this sword, like the Spider Sword, is one of the two famous swords used by Genji Tada Mitsunaka to protect the world.
"Did Tachibana Masamune ask you to bring it?"
Li Yongyuan did not show any pretense, he immediately pushed the sword out of its sheath, a cold light suddenly appeared, and the sword was inscribed with An Tsuna. It was made by Ohara Yasuna, a famous craftsman from the Hoki Kingdom during the Heian period.
It is indeed a good knife for blowing and breaking hair.
Although he didn't know why the boy called his father by his first name, Yuan Zhisheng just frowned slightly and then said.
"Yes, he asked me to tell you something. He hopes to use this sword to forever form an alliance of friends between the eight Sheqi families and Kassel Academy."
"Take the knife back."
The boy just picked up the sword and looked at it briefly, then put it back into the sword case and said coldly. He didn't care that it was a sword that was famous all over the world. In fact, he didn't need to care about this if he had Tai'a.
Before Yuan Zhisheng could say anything, Yasha had already closed the sword case again. This guy didn't want to be the best, and the family leader also wanted to repair the relationship with the North American headquarters as soon as possible, so he took out all these famous swords.
"Isn't the katana the life and soul of your warriors? How did it become a commodity for trading?" Seeing that Yuan Zhisheng seemed to want to speak, Li Longyuan blocked him directly.
This rhetorical question contained quite a lot of profound meaning, which made the young man stunned.
Are the decisions dad makes really always right?
Is he really still sticking to his original intention of Bushido?
However, these thoughts disappeared in an instant. After all, my father did this for the future of the Sheqi family.
"Aren't you about to start a war with the fierce ghosts? That knife in your hand should be more useful."
The handsome young man wearing a green shirt and wielding a sword gently waved his folding fan, which gave him the air of a true celebrity.
This kind of unpretentious demeanor even impressed Yaksha, the fierce general of the family who was famous for charging into battle. He really judged the heart of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.
"Although we have only met briefly a few times, my evaluation is still the same as before. Jiao Sheng is a good young man!"
The green-shirted boy's sudden words revealed a bit of sadness about parting, and even Yuan Zhisheng looked at him in surprise.
Could it be that this guy can really see his own heart?
"Farewell."
The pure black Gulfstream business jet flew through the white clouds like a giant bird, then crashed down with the rapid airflow.
Facing the group of Yuan Zhisheng who were seeing them off, the handsome young man put away his folding fan gracefully, clasped his hands together, and made a bow in an ancient ceremony. His wide-sleeved ancient clothes danced under the current of air.
Both Crow and Yaksha felt confused, but they just followed the young master and bowed heavily as well.
This guy is really weird. He is arrogant at first and respectful at the end, but he switches so naturally.
When facing the family heads, he was as proud as an emperor, but he seemed to regard them as friends he could associate with.
"gone."
The boy in green shirt turned around and waved his hand, throwing something at the same time.
The young man in black trench coat reached out and grabbed it. It was the folding fan he always carried with him.
"Give it to you."
The boy's indifferent voice came, Chu Zihang and Caesar nodded slightly, climbed up the stairs, and closed the heavy cabin door.
"A ray of setting sun spreads across the water,
Half Jiangsesu and half Jianghong.
Poor third night of September,
The dew is like pearls and the moon is like a bow."
Yuan Zhisheng opened a white paper folding fan, and the four lines of the poem were vigorous and powerful, written by a famous artist. Especially this poem "Ode to the Dusk River" is the representative work of Bai Juyi, a poet of the Tang Dynasty.
In the eyes of the Japanese, Bai Juyi is a more popular poet than Li Bai and Du Fu. This is because his poems are not as obscure as other Tang poems and are suitable for all ages.
Whether they are young people with little literary background or scholars who are well versed in poetry, they can appreciate different artistic conceptions from his poems.
Emperor Saga, who was at the same time as him, was also a fan of Bai Juyi. It is said that he would have a copy of Bai Juyi's Collected Works under his pillow, and he would never put it down. He even set up a special reader to read Bai Juyi's works every day.
Listen to him.
It can be said that such a paper folding fan has extremely high collection value. If you meet a Japanese who likes ancient Chinese poetry, it can even fetch a high price.
At this time, the Gulfstream business jet's turbine engine roared low, and surging invisible air waves swept across the empty saline-alkali runway.
This behemoth rose slowly, turned into a point of light amidst the roar, and disappeared into the clouds.