"May my little master, the cultivation technique is great, and everything goes well~"

Japan.

About 80 kilometers away from Dongjing City, a high mountain stands horizontally.

This mountain is a thousand meters high, straight into the sky.

The mountains stretch across Shizuoka and Yamanashi prefectures.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a prehistoric beast, crawling here.

At this time, in the forest, there was an old man with white beard and hair, dressed in a gray robe, sitting on his knees.

The surrounding pines and cypresses are green and green, the stream is gurgling under the feet, and there are warblers whispering in the ear.

The breeze blew, gently blowing his clothes and robes.

But the old man remained motionless.

His brows and eyes were tightly closed, and his breath was long.

The whole person seems to be integrated into this world.

It is integrated with this mountain and this water.

No one knows how long this old man has been sitting here, let alone why he is sitting here.

Only the seven-foot long sword beside him pierced into the ground, reflected the cold light of the scorching sun, shining brightly.

Boom~

At this moment, there was a sudden bang in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a helicopter roared past and finally stopped in an open area not far away.

After a while, a young girl was wearing a purple kimono, with three thousand black hair hanging down like a waterfall.

The skirt swayed in the wind, the jade legs under the skirt were slender and slender, and the snow-white skin was stronger than the snow.

Coupled with that pure and stunning face, this woman in kimono looks like she walked out of a painting.

It is beautiful and refined, without causing dust.

What is even more surprising is that it is currently very cold, and the woman is so dressed that she does not show any signs of being cold.

As if, this biting cold wind, in her eyes, is no different from the spring breeze in June.

After the girl appeared, she didn't make a sound.

He just stood respectfully beside the old man, waiting patiently.

After the wind in all directions stopped, the girl in front of her smiled respectfully and said: "The twelfth lunar month is cold and winter, everything withers."

"Only here is the teacher, the dead trees are in spring, the stream flows smoothly, and the cherry blossoms fly and butterflies dance."

"From this point of view, the teacher's Aoki Sword Intent has already reached its peak, and it has achieved great success."

"Congratulations teacher." JrNovels.com