Seeing the scene in front of her, Park Jinxi's face turned extremely pale. The kendo she was once so proud of was unable to pull out the sword in Ye Tian's hand, which made her feel despair.
"Good knife!"
This knife is no more than three feet long, the blade is only two fingers wide, the back is slightly curved, and the blade is covered with patterns that look like broken ice. Ye Tian knows that this is a very special forging technology in Japan.
Holding the handle of the knife with his right hand, Ye Tian flicked the index finger of his left hand on it, and then a "buzzing" sound sounded, the blade trembled, and the whole knife seemed to come alive.
"No matter how good the knife is, it is useless." Ye Tian casually held a knife in his hand, and the surroundings suddenly shone with cold light, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a few degrees.
With a sound of "Dang!", Ye Tian put the knife into its sheath, threw it to Park Jinxi, and said: "Japanese swordsmanship, you are a little kid, go back and tell Beigong Yingxiong that if you want to see the real martial arts, come to China and find me.
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"Do you know the teacher?!" Pu Jinxi suddenly raised his head and got rid of the lost mood just now.
"I don't know you, but if you take this knife back and show it to him, he will know me!"
Ye Tian shook his head and walked out of the park. He seemed to be walking very slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he was already more than ten meters away. A voice came from far away, "I will not allow you to enter within five hundred meters of your home in the future."
Kill without mercy!"
Ye Tian's last words made Pu Jinxi break into a cold sweat. Only then did she understand why Ye Tian's face was so ugly before. She felt that she had violated other people's taboos.
"Why do you want me to bring the knife to the teacher?" Park Jinxi looked at the Raikiri in his hand with some confusion, and pulled out the knife smoothly.
"ah?!"
The moment the knife came out of its sheath, Park Jinxi felt something was wrong. The originally heavy thunder knife suddenly became light and airy.
After pulling out the knife, Park Jinxi discovered that the originally three-foot-long blade now only had a solitary half-foot length left, connected to the handle.
Pu Jinxi was so surprised that he quickly dropped the scabbard to the ground. Two "bang" sounds were heard, and the two broken blades, each about a foot long, fell to the cobblestone ground.
"He...he actually broke the knife when he was putting it away?"
Looking at the place where Ye Tian's figure disappeared, Pu Jinxi was stunned there for a long time. In addition to being shocked and frightened, he no longer had any intention of looking for Ye Tian to compete.
You must know that Park Jinxi's sword was successfully made by a famous Japanese master for three years.
It was a fusion of ancient knife forging skills and modern smelting technology. It was not an exaggeration to call it a magical weapon, but it was shattered into three pieces by Ye Tian without saying a word.
This kind of skill is simply unimaginable to Park Jin-hee, even her grandfather Park Jung-tae and teacher Beigong Yingxiong can't do it.
Ye Tian's move also gave Park Jinxi a deeper understanding of China. The arrogance and pride of Koreans in the past became so ridiculous at this moment——
Ye Tian didn't pay attention to the disappointment in Pu Jinxi's heart at this time. After returning to the old house, he found that A Ding and his two senior brothers had come back and were sitting in the yard chatting.
"Junior brother, what's wrong? Is there such a heavy murderous aura on your body?"
Seeing Ye Tian walking into the courtyard, the Gou Xin family couldn't help but frown. This city was no better than Foguang Mountain. If Ye Tian didn't know how to restrain himself and went on a killing spree, sooner or later it would cause a disaster.
"Senior brother, it's okay. I went out today without fortune-telling, so I ran into a lot of trouble."
Ye Tian shook his head and said: "I just had a few tricks with Beigong Hero's disciples, but that's all. Senior brother, if I have a chance in the future, I will help you seek justice from Beigong Hero."
Ye Tian knew that back then, the Japanese relied on a large number of people, so Beigong Hero succeeded in a sneak attack and cut off the senior brother's left arm at shoulder level. The method was extremely despicable.
If Park Jinxi was not a woman and had not killed Li Feng in the morning competition, Ye Tian would have at least left some hidden wounds on her body.
"A disciple of Beigong Hero?" Gou Xinjia was stunned when he heard this and said, "Tell me about your fight."
Ye Tian nodded and said: "Pu Jinxi should have learned Beigong Yida-ryu, but I didn't let her draw the sword..."
After listening to Ye Tian's story, Gou Xinjia said: "Junior brother, the Beigong Itto style has been spread in Japanese swordsmanship for hundreds of years, and it has its merits. The sword techniques of this school are very strange.
The angle is tricky.
Beigong Hero was known as the most outstanding descendant of the Beigong family back then. He has no trace of his sword skills and is a difficult opponent. If you meet him in the future, you must be careful with him."
"Yes, senior brother, I will pay attention." Ye Tian firmly remembered his senior brother's words. Ever since the incident with the scorpion, Ye Tian understood the principle that a lion should fight a rabbit with all his strength.
"Okay, Ye Tian, let's invite the guests over for dinner."
The old lady had cooked the meal and came over and said, "Xiao Yetian, I tell you, you can't hook up with that Korean girl. Our old Ye family can't afford to lose this person."
"Auntie, what are you talking about? Am I that kind of person?" Ye Tian heard the words and smiled bitterly. Fortunately, Qingya had something to do and went back to school. Otherwise, he would have jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash himself off -
While the family in Ye Tian's old house was enjoying their meal happily, in a heavily guarded red-walled compound not far away from them, an old man was also eating silently.
The dishes on the dinner table are very simple, with four dishes and one soup, one meat and three vegetables. The soup is fish head and tofu soup. There is also a small bowl of rice on the table. Song Haotian is from the south, but he is not used to eating steamed buns.
The old man ate very slowly and chewed every bite extremely carefully, as if he was eating some delicacy.
On the left side of the old man, standing was the Director Xue Xue Qingsheng in the afternoon. However, Director Xue, who was so majestic in front of others, did not dare to take a breath at this time, as if the silent old man had brought him a mountain.
pressure.
Although facing a change of leadership, Song Haotian's daily schedule is still tightly arranged. Xue Qingsheng has been waiting here for more than two hours after handling Ye Tian's affairs.
Although he wanted to report what happened in the afternoon to the chief, he knew that the chief didn't like to talk while eating, so he could only stand aside and wait for the chief to finish eating.
"Xiao Xue, let's go for a walk with me."
Half an hour later, Song Haotian finally put the last grain of rice in the bowl into his mouth and stood up. Although Song Haotian was already over seventy years old, his tall figure did not have a slight stoop, and his back was still straight.
"Yes, Chief, please slow down."
Seeing that Song Haotian was the first to leave the house, Xue Qingsheng quickly followed behind him. Beside him were the health doctor and the life secretary holding the chief's tea cup. Four or five people gathered around Song Haotian and walked towards Shoupu River Park.
Unlike others, Song Haotian lived a life of fine clothing and food since he was a child. The fact that he went to bed late and late in life was somewhat similar to the Taizu of the dynasty, and he also took walks after dinner.
Shoupu River Park is located on the east side of [Fucking]. It is not very big, and many people in Laosijiu City may not know it, but this is the place where the chiefs who live within the red wall come to take a walk most often.
"You guys don't have to be so close, I'm in good health!"
Walking on the path in the park, Song Haotian waved to the health doctors. Naturally, those people knew that the chief had something private to talk about, so they immediately slowed down a bit.
Song Haotian stretched out his arms casually, looked at Xue Qingsheng, and said, "Tell me, did that kid not say anything good?"
In this world, time is the most effective way to resolve all hatred.
Although Song Haotian's uncle died indirectly at the hands of the old Ye family, more than half a century has passed, and almost all the elders of the Ye family and his own generation are gone, and the hatred in Song Haotian's heart has also faded a lot.
Moreover, Song Haotian still felt guilty for his eldest daughter. If it hadn't been for his persistence, his daughter would not have stayed alone in the United States and been separated from her husband and son for more than 20 years.
So although Song Haotian had no feelings for Ye Tian, his cheap grandson, he was still furious when his eldest daughter called and said that her son was being bullied and that she wanted to come to China in person. Only then did Director Xue show up at the branch in the afternoon.
What happened here.
Of course, Xue Qingsheng would not relay Ye Tian's original words. He smiled and said: "Chief, Ye...Ye Tian's words are just the angry words of a child, and there is nothing to say."
Song Haotian stared into Xue Qingsheng's eyes, suddenly laughed, and said: "It doesn't matter, just tell me, I can understand the child's resentment!"
"Ye Tian...he said that he keeps his own sweat and eats his own food, and does not need your care and love. He also said...that you are not qualified to teach him a lesson!"
When Song Haotian looked at him like this, Xue Qingsheng felt a cold sweat break out down his spine, but he no longer dared to hide it and said exactly what Ye Tian said in the afternoon.
"This child is just as impulsive as his father, but if he doesn't rely on the powerful and is not afraid of power, he... can be considered a good child."
Hearing what Ye Tian asked Xue Qingsheng to tell him, Song Haotian burst out laughing. He felt more appreciation for his grandson whom he had never met before. At least in his generation, there was no one like Ye Tian.
Such a strong-willed junior.
"Chief, Ye Tian is just a child talking nonsense. Don't take it seriously." Xue Qingsheng has been with Song Haotian for ten years and has never seen him praise anyone like this. He thought he was talking ironically.
"Haha, Xiao Xue, that kid is my junior, he just has some misunderstandings about me."
When Song Haotian said this, Xue Qingsheng felt relieved. He was secretly glad that he didn't put on any airs with Ye Tian today. For a junior to be so arrogant and domineering, I'm afraid this relationship is very unusual.
