After listening to Leng Yun's words, Qin Tian opened his mouth in surprise. He never expected that there were such twists and turns here.
There was a secret behind the death of Leng Jun and his wife, and someone actually took the initiative to tell Leng Yun.
And that person, probably like Leng Yun's mother, was an alumnus of Toyama University.
So who is she?
Why didn't you come forward directly, and why did you wait until twenty years later to inform Leng Yun?
Is there any ulterior conspiracy here?
Qin Tian's thoughts were a little confused for a moment.
Besides, he suddenly thought, why Toyama University? Does this matter have anything to do with Hu Ruolan's disappearance?
People and things that seemed unrelated to each other originally, Qin Tian always felt that there was some connection between them.
But I can’t think clearly even if I break my head.
Leng Yun smiled sweetly and said: "Don't say you can't figure it out, even I can't figure it out."
"But I believe that the answer will be available soon. Let's just wait for the Wutai Exchange Competition."
"Say something else-"
“What’s going on with that birthday post?”
"I would like to know which king's birthday will be in one month's time. And which king is worthy of your efforts to mobilize people and post around the world."
There was an inadvertent sourness in his tone.
Qin Tian smiled and said, "Why, are you jealous?"
"Isn't it the birthday of our Snake King? I'm celebrating my little junior sister's birthday. There's nothing wrong with it, right?"
Leng Yun curled his lips and said resentfully, "You're still teasing me now."
"My birthday is not even a month away, so it can't be me."
"Forget it, if you don't want to say it, just say it. I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."
After walking around with Leng Yun for a while, Qin Tian found an excuse and left.
Chen Xiaoyi has been impatient for a long time. Tonight, Qin Tian will accept the challenge of Miyamoto, the Broken Blade Style.
For such an important matter, Qin Tian acted as if nothing had happened.
He took Qin Tian back to the Moulin Rouge Cabaret in a hurry. After letting Qin Tian go back to the backyard to rest, he went out for a run, mysteriously, and came back with a few dishes.
"I said, you kid, are you really going to show me a movie?"
"I'm telling you, I'm not that kind of person——"
Seeing Chen Xiaoyi acting mysteriously, closing the curtains in the room and putting a disk in the player, Qin Tian couldn't laugh or cry.
He also thought that in order to please him, Chen Xiaoyi wanted to play Japanese quintessence to him.
When the picture came out, he stopped talking.
The scene is a bamboo forest. Due to the unprofessional shooting equipment, the picture looks a bit blurry.
However, for an expert like Qin Tian, he can see the essence with just one glance.
Two Japanese men in black samurai uniforms stood facing each other. They were silent for about three seconds. One of them roared, suddenly drew his sword, leaped forward, and struck fiercely with his samurai sword.
The warrior who was attacked had a solemn look on his face. He took three steps back, then drew his sword, shouted and slashed down.
It seemed like a very ordinary and clumsy horizontal slash, but Qin Tian couldn't help but applaud it.
The position, strength, and timing of this knife were all very precise. One strike of the knife completely cut off all subsequent attacks of the opponent.
"Is this the sword-breaking technique? It does have some skills." He said approvingly.
Chen Xiaoyi said excitedly: "Of the two of them, one is a knife-breaking technique and the other is a knife-flow technique."
"Keep looking down."
I saw the person who attacked, with a solemn expression after his sword was cut off. He struck again, the katana in his hand glowing with cold light.