The scenery is beautiful and fragrant. In the courtyard with carved columns and jade, there is a pavilion by the small lake. There are four or five people sitting in the pavilion.
These people are all n, between the ages of forty and fifty years old, and they are all very imposing, at first glance they are big figures in high positions.
The two headed, one with a long beard and long hair, dressed in a cyan Confucian shirt, have outstanding temperant, quite the style of ancient gentlen.
The other is slightly short, with a majestic face, and a small square black beard under his nose. Even if you don’t look at the saber around his waist and the kimono with the characteristics of the cherry blossom country, just judging from this small beard, Enough to show that he is a native of Sakura!
——One hundred years ago, the cherry blossom country was weak and closed, worshiping the strong, and learning from the strong countries in the world everywhere. This small beard was exactly the culture that was gradually ford after learning from a strong country in the West.
Nowadays, few people in the cherry blossom country have such a beard, and only so of the remnants of the empire of the cherry blossom country still have this characteristic beard.
"Mr. Gong."
Several people were chatting. Suddenly, the Sakura countryman with a mustache looked at the man in the blue Confucian shirt and said in a flat tone: "Sothing seems to be happening outside the door. I vaguely heard them ntion a person, please Send soone to check it out."
Gong Jun, that is, the helm of the palace family in the capital, and Gong Changhua, one of the elders of the palace.
He was shocked when he heard the slightly unfavorable Huang Xuan dialect of the Sakura country man, but his face remained calm, and he told a young man who was standing in the distance waiting: "Li'er, go out and take a look. "
"Yes, Master!"
Seeing the disciple walking outside, Gong Changhua couldn't help but glanced at the man from the cherry blossom country with a mustache.
He looks shaless. He wears an ancient Sakura Country man's kimono, with the characteristic saber of Sakura Country—or a sword. Sakura Country’s weapons have always been swords and swords.
"Tokugawa Ryukyu, 7 years old, beca a martial artist, 14 years old, beca a samurai, 18 years old beca a great samurai, 40 years old was awarded by the Emperor Sakura to Feng Zhengyi general, known as Tosho Swordsman... In other words, the Grandmaster Realm!"
Every ti Gong Changhua recalled the information of the man before him, he couldn't help but feel shocked.
The man in front of him who looked at him in his early sixties, was short in stature, was neither sturdy nor lean in his forties, was actually a peerless master in the state of Huang Xuanguo who was admired by everyone!
Had it not been for the palace family to have so intelligence agencies in the Sakura Country, Gong Changhua must have missed the eting with this grandmaster.
When the Dongzhao Sword Saint ca to visit, he was really taken aback.
"After more than 30 ters, you can hear the voice of the guards outside the yard. Is this the Grandmaster Realm?"
Gong Changhua and a few elders of the outer door looked at each other, and the eyes of the few people were full of surprise and awe.
The palace family can't afford to offend a grandmaster.
Especially a great master who ca from a long way from the cherry blossom country to visit the palace family!
"Master, soone has brought it here!"
Gong Changhua's younger brother stood up in the womb, leading the person to the elders of the palace, respectfully and humbly.
"Um."
Gong Changhua looked at Ma Kaijie with a majestic gaze, with a hint of indifference: "Here is an entertaining guest, why are you making a noise outside the door? Don't hurry up to ask Mr. Tokugawa!"
"I, I, I!"
Ma Kaijie stamred. The first ti I saw him in such a battle, his body was already shaking like sifting chaff.
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