Returning after 10000 Years Cultivation

"There are two ways for flowers to bloom and fall!"

After all, Tang Guozhu was over eighty years old. He had seen many things clearly, and he spoke with sincerity and sincerity:

"There are nine out of ten chances that life will be unsatisfactory. Linglong, you must have an indifferent and peaceful mentality!"

"Everything is useless now, the master is dead! Moreover, I was the one who killed him!" Tang Linglong smiled sadly, tears rolling down her face again.

Despair enveloped her whole body and mind.

th!

The master died, her heart was broken, and she died too!

Tang Guozhu sighed for a long time, pondered for a long time, and then said helplessly: "Linglong, let me tell you the truth. In fact, your master is not dead?"

"How, how is this possible? There is already news on the dark web, and the Sakura Society even released a photo of the master's body!" Tang Linglong was stunned and couldn't believe it.

"What does that picture look like?"

"It has been burned into black coals and cannot be seen clearly!"

"That's your master's old puzzle formation. Zhao Xueqing just called me and told me the truth..."

Finally, Tang Guozhu told what happened.

"I see……"

Tang Linglong nodded, and said with a smile through tears: "Let me just say, my master is so powerful, how can a few Japanese brats be his opponents? Then I will go to Japan to help the master!"

"No, don't go!"

Tang Guozhu frowned and said solemnly: "She asked you not to feel guilty, not to blame yourself, to practice hard, and not to forget your master's expectations of you! You are Jiang Tian's only disciple!"

"But, I really want to fight side by side with Master, and I have retired now and am completely free!" Tang Linglong refused.

"Your strength is only equivalent to that of a Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm. Are you a match for a strong man in the Eastern God Realm? Can you help him?"

Tang Guozhu hit the ground hard with his crutch, and then said in a gentle tone: "Linglong, do you know why Jiang Tian chose Zhao Xueqing?"

"Why? Didn't they get married on a blind date? No one wanted the master at that time!" Tang Linglong said.

"Ahem..."

Tang Guozhu coughed in embarrassment and said: "If you want to be Jiang Taichu's woman, you will definitely not be a vase. What is Zhao Xueqing called now? The supreme beauty in the Chinese martial arts world, known as the master of coercion, Fengyi in the world!"

"Grandpa, you are saying that if I become stronger, can I be worthy of my master, right?" Tang Linglong said.

"yes!"

Tang Guozhu was also at a loss.

The only way is to let her indulge in cultivation and calm her mind. Otherwise, if she runs to the East, she may bring much trouble to Jiang Tian.

"But Li Jinzhu, the master of Tangun Dao Palace, is not that powerful. Why does Master also like her?" Tang Linglong asked.

"Tangun's lineage? The master of the palace? Tangun's palace is a symbol of the national spirit of South Korea. At least in South Korea, it is equivalent to the dragon group in China! Isn't that awesome?" Tang Guozhu said.

"Oh..." Tang Linglong sat there, her eyes gradually becoming firmer.

It turns out that what the master likes is not Li Jinzhu's appearance, but because she is strong enough. Yes, only the most powerful person is worthy of the master. As for me, I can only be his burden now.

"Jiang Tian likes Li Jinzhu, what's going on?" Suddenly, Tang Guozhu asked curiously.

"Don't worry, I'm going to practice!" Tang Linglong rushed into the room excitedly, sat cross-legged and meditated, holding her breath.

She secretly felt cruel in her heart, Master, I want to surpass Sister Qing'er and surpass Li Jinzhu. I want to become a truly strong man. I want to be worthy of you and become your woman.

Even if my life is exhausted, even if I go crazy, even if it is a sea of ​​swords and fire, I will not be afraid.

Time goes slowly, let Master age a little slower, and wait for the day when I break out of my cocoon and become a butterfly, a phoenix nirvana.

…

After several days of sailing.

Finally, that night, Fukuoka Prefecture arrived.

This is one of the largest cities on Kyushu Island, a port, and a famous heavy industry center in Japan.

At this time, there was a brightly lit pier.

The great priest of Nonomiya Shrine, Abe Yoshihei, led many kendo masters, onmyojis, ninjas, as well as the famous chaebol tycoons and high-ranking officials on Kyushu Island to gather here.

They were eagerly awaiting the triumphant return of Ishii Gonren and the other three powerful men.

In addition, there are dozens of top researchers from Imperial University, Tokyo University, Waseda University, and even a Nobel Prize winner in biology.

They formed a "Human Evolution and Potential Research Group" supported by the Mitsui Foundation, and planned to slice Jiang Tian's body on the experimental table and study it carefully.

The road next to the pier was filled with black Lexus and police cars, forming a long black queue that stretched for several miles. The momentum was astonishing.

Many gangsters from the Kyushu branch of the Yamaguchi-gumi, wearing black suits and trousers, maintained order together with the Toyo police officers who were armed with live ammunition. The martial law was strict and no idlers were allowed to approach.

At this time, a long whistle sounded.

The Great East Asia docked.

Under the gaze of everyone, Ishii Yuren led a dozen people to carry a body on a stretcher and quickly arrived at the pier.

"Lord Anbei, this time, we were able to successfully kill Jiang Taichu, and the Nonomiya Shrine is indispensable!"

A president of the Mitsui Foundation bowed respectfully to Abe Yoshihei, as if a believer had seen a god.

"Yes, Nonomiya Shrine can be said to be the patron saint of our Kyushu Island. I didn't expect that even a master like Jiang Taichu was killed!" Next to him, the mayor of Fukuoka said with an apologetic smile.

"What's so great about Jiang Taichu? He just entered the divine realm for the first time. Hattori Hanzo is a god-level ninja, and Miyamoto Nagagaki is one of the top five kendo masters in Japan, equivalent to two divine realms!"

Anbei Jiping wore a black crown on his head, loose clothes and wide belt. His old face was full of arrogance and disdain, and he sneered:

"Speak slowly of Jiang Taichu. In fact, the entire Chinese cultivation world cannot compare with Dongyang in terms of strength. They are just a bunch of ants!"

"The ban on martial arts during the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty prohibited civilians from walking around wearing swords, and prohibited common people from boxing and fighting in folk arenas. Violators were severely punished according to the law, and deaths and injuries in the arena were considered homicides. After all this, Chinese martial arts has declined! That’s why he’s called the ‘Sick Man of East Asia’!”

"After ten years of turmoil and the movement to destroy the Four Old Ages, China's masters of martial arts have been killed and killed, many precious classics have been burned, and the inheritance of the martial arts has been cut off, with no successors. Our swordsmanship, ninjutsu and Onmyoji is booming, one is declining and the other is growing, and we are catching up from behind!”

"Yes, the Cherry Blossom Society and the four major shrines of Japan are our national beliefs. Ninjutsu, kendo and onmyojitsu are all regarded as our national quintessence! The government provides strong support in terms of people, money and property!"

The mayor of Fukuoka exclaimed with deep approval:

"Because we understand that the weakness of the people will definitely lead to the weakness of the nation and the country. You must know that a group of lambs who have no bloody and rebellious spirit and only know how to sing praises cannot resist the invasion of tigers and wolves. No matter mentally or physically Physically, to weaken the people is to destroy yourself!”

"Do you really think you have killed Jiang Taichu?"

Suddenly, a cold and pitiful voice came, and two figures shot out from the Great East Asia like thundering arrows.

"What? This is Jiang Taichu!"

"How come he's not dead?"

Many Japanese people exclaimed in unison, and took a few steps back to protect Abe Jiping and many high-ranking officials and wealthy people.

With a flash of cold light, Ishii Goryen pulled out his samurai sword and shouted in a sweet voice: "Everyone kneel down and surrender, I will spare your life!"

"Ishii Yuren, how dare you betray us? From now on, you are not the president! Kill her!"

Hashimoto Takashi, president of the Yamaguchi-gumi Kyushu branch, pointed at Ishii Goren and yelled in shock and anger.

Many club members looked confused and couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

Because they don't know Jiang Tian at all, and they don't know why Hashimoto Takunori suddenly announced this order. This is the following crime!

"Kill them!"

Anbe Jiping had figured everything out in just a few seconds, his gray eyebrows trembled, and he roared loudly.

His order worked.

Because the major forces in Kyushu Island, such as Kendo Niten-ichi, Hokatsu Itto-ryu, Heko-ryu ninjas, Yamaguchi-gumi and other organizations, all worship Nonomiya Shrine.

As the high priest of Nonomiya Shrine, he can influence the selection and appointment of the leader of the Yamaguchi-gumi, and his words are naturally true to his word.

In an instant, more than twenty gunmen pulled out their pistols, pointed at Jiang Tian Duguxiao and Ishii Yuren and pulled the trigger.

Bullets poured out like rain, and many gunmen looked ferocious, as if they wanted to beat Jiang Tian and the others into a sieve to be satisfied.

"boom!"

Jiang Tian held out a big hand.

Wanjin Zongwu used Xuan Gong to control all metal elements, and hundreds of bullets flew out as fast as they came out of the barrel.

Puff puff puff puff!

Bang bang bang!

In an instant, blood spattered and dozens of people fell to the ground. They were all beaten into sieves and died violently.

Some even had their heads and chests exploded, leaving their bodies intact.

Suddenly, all the remaining Yamaguchi-gumi warriors were so frightened that they fled in all directions.

This man is so monster, like a shikigami, he can actually make bullets fly backwards and kill people. How can he be human? demon!

"You Xiaoye is here! Eat me with a knife! Eat me with a knife again!"

Dugu laughed and roared strangely, and jumped into the crowd with a samurai sword in his hand. The samurai sword danced into a cold light, slashing and killing everyone he saw.

His strength is actually comparable to that of the Half-Step God Realm, and one slash of his sword can produce a five- to six-meter-long sharp sword.

Moreover, the sword energy is extremely concentrated and sharp, far exceeding the true energy of ordinary warriors, and can easily kill a sword master.

For a moment, it was like a tiger rushing into a flock of sheep, a completely one-sided massacre.

Many Japanese people fell into a pool of blood one after another, killing with great pleasure and dripping with joy.

"Axiao, don't worry about those bastards, kill that old man! He is the high priest of Nonomiya Shrine!" Jiang Tian raised his hand and pointed at Ampei Jiping, who was running away in embarrassment, and said coldly.

"Really? This bad old man has such a big background!"

Dugu laughed strangely, his body as strong as a dragon, rising steadily, and rushed towards Anbei Jiping.