Chapter two hundred and seventy-ninth thousand demon ancestors
Hearing this, the eyes of Fengchuan Shenjun, who was already extremely desperate, showed a touch of ecstasy.
"In Chinese poetry, it is really said that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and there is a village with dark willows and bright flowers!"
Fengchuan Shenjun grabbed the Book of Ten Thousand Demon Swords with excitement, his eyes were a little wet. He was full of hope for his future, as if a sun had risen in the long dark night, and the world had finally ushered in the dawn.
"Haha, Ye Xiaobai, Ye Xiaobai, you didn't expect that by abolishing my martial arts, you gave me the opportunity to practice the Ten Thousand Demon Sword Scripture. If you knew that things were like this, you would definitely cry.
Get dizzy on the streets of Tokyo!"
Immediately, Lord Fengchuan laughed wildly, the laughter was very exaggerated, like madness.
"However, don't be too happy too early. It took more than ten years to practice the Ten Thousand Demon Sword Sutra as a master. It was supposed to be a great success. However, due to a little confusion, you almost went crazy, resulting in a decline in your cultivation level and incurable internal injuries.
, even if you meet the conditions to practice the Ten Thousand Demon Sword Sutra, it does not mean that you will be able to practice to the realm of Dacheng, and you may still follow the old path of being damaged as a teacher."
Ishida Koichi said slowly.
"Master, I will definitely work hard to practice, because I have to avenge this revenge myself."
Thinking of his own dojo and being trampled by Ye Xiaobao, Fengchuan Shenjun's eyes were full of resentment. If he didn't kill Ye Xiaobai, his life would be a shame.
Immediately afterwards, Fengchuan Shenjun couldn't wait to open the first page of the Book of Ten Thousand Demons Sword, and his eyes couldn't help but be slightly surprised, because the words he saw were not Oriental characters, but Chinese characters, but they were all in Chinese.
Traditional Chinese, because the common Chinese characters in China are now simplified.
Fortunately, Fengchuan Shenjun loves Chinese culture, especially poetry, songs, and various idioms, so he can't be bothered by both simplified and traditional writing.
"Master, why does this... Sword Scripture use Chinese characters?"
Lord Fengchuan raised his head and asked with confusion on his face.
At this time, Ishida Koichi was already sitting cross-legged, secretly circulating his Qi, adjusting the turbulent Qi in his body caused by the forced palm confrontation with Ye Xiaobai.
"This Sword Book is the life-long effort of the Patriarch of All Demons a thousand years ago. I got it by chance in a deep mountain in Hokkaido. The Patriarch of All Demons is basically a demon in the ancient Chinese martial arts era.
A top martial arts master."
"Because he was jointly hunted by several sects from the Central Plains at that time, the Patriarch of the Ten Thousand Demons was forced to travel eastward to our country, and hid in the deep mountains and old forests of Hokkaido in our East, and then created this profound and profound book, The Classic of the Ten Thousand Demons Sword."
"Unfortunately, at that time, the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Demons had reached the limit of human lifespan and was close to running out of oil. He died on the spot before he could return to the Middle Earth for revenge, so that his martial arts book was buried.
For thousands of years, if he hadn’t met me, he would have been buried underground forever.”
Koichi Ishida spoke slowly.
"I see." Lord Fengchuan nodded, "Then if I master the Ten Thousand Demon Sword Sutra, what kind of combat power will I have?"
Although this is the martial arts of the magic masters from the ancient Chinese martial arts era, and not all of it is purely Eastern martial arts, Fengchuan Shenjun does not mind whether the sword scripture is Eastern martial arts.
Since this magical skill of the Ancestor of All Demons has not been made public to the world, after practicing it, he can call himself the Ancestor of All Demons and claim that it is his own unique skill. Who can refute it?
"Even if you have some success, killing today's Chinese young master is just a matter of breathing. In other words, your matching martial arts realm is at least at the level of a super master. If you can practice it to a great level, you can
A person who has reached the master level and is the leader. As for the ancestor of all demons, his realm at that time naturally surpassed the master and reached the supreme peak state of martial arts. As for what realm he was, I don't know."
Ishida Koichi said it very calmly, but these words set off a storm in the heart of Fengchuan Shenjun. In his opinion, it is already great to be able to practice to the extreme level of releasing inner energy.
Not to mention the realm of super masters and masters.
It is as unrealistic as for an ordinary working-class person to hear others say that he can become the second Jack Ma.
Super master! Grand master!
I must work hard and never give up until I achieve the magic.
The martial arts will in Lord Fengchuan's heart became even firmer.
"Okay, I need to adjust my breath for a while. You can read the secret book yourself! Memorize the first chapter of Dantian Recast by heart. When I finish adjusting your breath, I will take you to a retreat in the deep mountains and forests of Hokkaido.
Practice and strive for our master and disciple to be able to practice this Ten Thousand Demon Sword Sutra."
Ishida Koichi opened his mouth and gave instructions.
"Yes, master."
Lord Fengchuan nodded quickly. As for the Fengchuan Dojo and the fate of the Fengchuan family, he had thrown it out of the sky. Everything was no longer important. Only cultivation was the right way. He knew that once he returned as the king, he would rebuild a more powerful society.
The powerful Fengchuan family is nothing more than a trivial matter. There is a saying in Huaxia: A small impatience will mess up a big plan. Those who achieve great things will not stick to small details.
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"Hey, I didn't expect that the cherry blossoms are in bloom in March and April, so I can't see them anymore."
Lin Shishi sighed and opened her sexy, rosy and attractive little mouth.
"It's okay. Next spring, I will definitely take you to Japan to see the cherry blossoms."
Ye Xiaobai held Lin Shishi's pretty face and said tenderly.
"Well, okay! This is what you said. I don't study well, so don't lie to me."
Lin Shishi pouted and said.
"Ahem, I have less education. You have graduated from a higher vocational school after all, and I am a primary school student! If you want to lie, you should lie to me."
Ye Xiaobai smiled mischievously.
Because cherry blossoms bloom in spring and it is summer now, the two of them were very excited. After a while, they finally learned the flowering period of cherry blossoms from an Asian who knew Chinese.
"Then let's go to Mount Fuji!"
Lin Shishi's beautiful eyes rolled around and she said, "The cherry blossoms have their flowering season, so maybe Mount Fuji also has its mountain season!"
"Well, then let's go to Mount Fuji!"
Ye Xiaobai nodded. He was afraid that Lin Shishi would be unhappy because of being kidnapped. Therefore, he needed to use happiness to dilute the unbeautiful memory in Nizi's heart and let her stay forever.
As happy as an angel.
Because a woman can bloom most beautifully only when she smiles and is truly happy. Beauty is like a flower. That is definitely not an empty talk. Well, it is a summary of thousands of years of human civilization and culture. Because there are countless beauties in ancient poems.
, are all used as metaphors for flowers, what kind of oiran, spring flowers, autumn moon, etc...
"Okay! I heard that Mount Fuji is beautiful!"
Lin Shishi's pink and pointed chin nodded happily.
Mount Fuji is the highest peak in Japan, with an altitude of more than 3,700 meters. It is one of the important national symbols of Japan. It is an active volcano spanning Shizuoka and Yamanashi Prefectures, close to the Pacific coast, about 80 kilometers southwest of Tokyo.
It is hailed as the "Holy Mountain" by the Oriental people and is a symbol of the Oriental nation. As one of the national symbols of the Orient, it enjoys a high reputation around the world. It is also often called "Furong Peak" or "Fugaku" and the "Fuji Kaolin"
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Since ancient times, the name of this mountain has often appeared in the traditional Japanese poetry "Waka", and it is also the 17th World Heritage of Japan.
Therefore, tourists from all over the world who come to Japan must see Mount Fuji and cherry blossoms when they come to Japan. Well, male compatriots, they also need to secretly experience the taste of the Japanese hard disk goddess. Of course, the prerequisite is that they have "money"
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Next, Ye Xiaobai directly searched the pictures of Mount Fuji on the mobile phone network, and also found the Japanese text of Mount Fuji. Then he stopped a taxi, pointed at the text and pictures on the phone screen, and used gestures to
He signaled that his side was going here, and then said, "OK?"
"OK!" the taxi driver replied with a smile and a nod.
In less than two hours, Ye Xiaobai and Lin Shishi finally arrived at the foot of Mount Fuji.
"Wow, it is indeed the highest peak in the East. What a beautiful mountain!"
Lin Shishi was immediately attracted by the world-famous Mount Fuji. The mountain is so towering, especially the white snow on the top of the mountain. Looking at it, it looks like a hanging upside down fan, so it is also known as the "Jade Fan".
It makes people feel the urge to climb up.
Ye Xiaobai frowned slightly. Looking at the fairytale-like Mount Fuji in the distance, he felt a faint pressure. Centered on the interior of Mount Fuji, it radiated out indistinctly. That powerful force
The smell made Ye Xiaobai feel a little restless.
What shocked Ye Xiaobai even more was that the extremely strong aura was not released deliberately, but a natural pressure released after restraining the energy and spirit.
"Unexpectedly, there is an extremely powerful person practicing inside Mount Fuji."
Ye Xiaobai secretly thought to himself, this Dongyang is indeed a place where martial arts masters emerge in large numbers!
And Ye Xiaobai himself didn't know that he was the first to discover that there was an old monster hiding in Mount Fuji, because the reason why he sensed him was because he entered the first heaven with the Wuji Pure Yang Kung Fu.
The spiritual talent of the Ye family bloodline evolved.
Although his mental power is still in its infancy, it should not be underestimated, and he is enough to sense this subtle aura of a strong man.
"Xiaobai, come on, I have my back to Mount Fuji, please take some photos for me!"
Lin Shishi handed her pink mobile phone to Ye Xiaobai.
"No problem, just pose in a more seductive way."
Ye Xiaobai took Lin Shishi's cell phone and calmed down. It doesn't matter whether he is a peerless strong man or not, screw him, it's still important to pick up girls!
"If you continue to be such a gangster, I will stop photographing you and ignore you." Lin Shishi frowned and snorted, feeling a little angry.