Net King: Edogawa Sakuraichi

Chapter 114

The obvious mocking tone made Sanada Genichiro and Tezuka Kuniichi raise their brows at the same time, and they turned their heads to look over with everyone, Sakuraichi also turned slightly sideways to look at the entrance.

There stood seven people dressed in black kimonos, the leader was an old man about 64 years old, wearing a piece of green Hetian jade on his chest, and several Japanese words of "Xiyuanji" surrounded it like a charm , looks quite a bit like a family heirloom.

Behind him, there are six young men and teenagers, the oldest one is only 24 years old, with short blond hair.

And the youngest boy is only 14 years old, one year younger than Sanada Genichiro, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Yukimura Seichi and others, but one year older than Sakura and the same age as Kirihara.

And the person who spoke just now was what the 24-year-old young man said.

"Suzuki, don't talk nonsense." The old man reprimanded lightly. Although he said it was a reprimand, anyone with eyes could see that it was just a show.

"HAI, grandpa."

"Well, Sanada-kun," the corner of the Saiyuanji fanshi's mouth curled up, and he said with a smile of three parts and seven parts of contempt, and at the same time walked towards Sanada Genemon, glanced at Sakuraichi and the others, and said meaningfully: "So many years Now, you still go your own way, have you forgotten even the most basic rules? Or..."

Saying that, Xiyuan Temple's eyes turned cold in vain, "You want me to tell you?"

Hearing this, Genemon Sanada's pupils shrank, what Suzuki said just now was satirizing him that the Sanada family was uninhabited, and now the Sanada family was ridiculing him for the lack of self-cultivation in the Sanada family.

This is simply too deceiving, but Genemon Sanada is worthy of being Lao Jiang. Facing the irony of Xiyuanji, he said without changing his face and heartbeat, "Hehe, this is my housework, I would like to ask Who does it matter to you?

Just take care of yourself, some people just can't spit out ivory, and it will be bad if they offend anyone. "

"you……"

"Suzuki." Xiyuanji stopped the slightly impulsive Suzuki, and smiled indifferently at Sanada Genemon, "In that case, let's meet Mansaka at the dojo later, hahaha..."

Regarding the intrigue of these people, Yingyi didn't bother to delve into it, but just stood there indifferently and listened to their conversation.

A mortal enemy is something that all aristocratic families have to face. No matter what aspect it is, they all want to crush the opponent under their feet so that he will never stand up again.

But under normal circumstances, this kind of stampede is carried out secretly, but the ceremony of awarding the knife is the only best moment to deal with the opponent openly.

"Hey, the Xiyuan Temple family will come."

"It seems that today's knife awarding ceremony will not be too peaceful."

"Yeah, the deadly enemies are here, it's just a dream to want to be peaceful."

"I saw a good show today, haha..."

"Whether Genichiro Sanada can succeed is still unknown."

Looking at the two people who were confronting each other, Sakura closed her eyelids and turned her head to the right. Standing there was none other than the younger generation of Xiyuanji. Except for Xiyuanji Suzuki who had spoken before, each of them One of them stood obediently, neither moving nor speaking, like a wooden sculpture.

But among them, the youngest child kept staring at her, from the moment he entered the door, his gaze never left her, so Yingyi had to turn his head to look over.

It was indeed a very young boy, among a group of people, he was very conspicuous, with dark brown hair, his oblique bangs that were too long on the left side covered his deep purple left eye, and his indifferent but sharp eyes pervaded the place In the deep right eye, a little immature face is full of stubbornness and persistence that do not meet the age.

When he saw Yingyi turning his head to look at him, the boy was stunned for a moment, but it was only for a moment, the stubborn expression recovered again, and he was even more indifferent.

Sakura's eyelids drooped slightly and she retracted her gaze. She had never seen this boy before, and she didn't even know him, but this did not prevent her from seeing him.

Judging from the light blue sword aura radiating from his whole body, he has surpassed Genichiro Sanada by a lot, and he should be a swordsman at the same level as Fujiwara. He has practiced to this point at a young age, and Sakuraichi has to admire him. Compared to him, she considers herself inferior to him.

It's just that her only advantage is that she has practiced for nearly 30 years, while the boy is only more than ten years old. Therefore, it is also doomed that the boy cannot be on the same level as her.

"Well, this is the protagonist who gave the sword today."

The Saiyuanji fanshi turned his eyes away, and landed on Genichiro who was beside Genemon Sanada, and the corners of his lips raised playfully, "Sure enough, he is a good boy. After a while, you have to teach us the Xiyuanji family. Your younger generation, Genichirou-kun."

Sanada's pupils narrowed slightly, and he saluted politely but not humbly, and said calmly in the same voice as before, "Senior Xiyuan Temple has praised you absurdly, and I dare not give advice, just discuss and learn from each other."

Hearing this, Sakuraichi couldn't help but glance at Sanada, as expected of a child of a noble family, he speaks impeccably.Sure enough, it's really not a simple role to be able to secure the position of vice-minister in the main selection of the tennis club, except for the one from Qingxue, of course.

Hearing Genichiro Sanada's answer, Genemon Sanada couldn't help but nodded secretly, Genichiro was still his favorite successor after all, so his coping ability was naturally not a problem.

"Hahaha... good, good," Xiyuan Temple Fan Shi nodded, although his face was smiling, but his brown eyes did not make any waves, and he turned to look at the younger generation beside him, "Heimu, come here."

Hearing the call of the Xiyuan Temple Fanshi, Kuroki closed his eyelids to look away, took a step, and walked to the side of the Xiyuanji Fanshi.

"Hehe, Sanada-kun, this is my little grandson. After a while," Saiyuanji fanshi patted Kuroki's shoulder lightly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said meaningfully, "I would like to ask Genichirou-kun to give me advice." My useless little grandson——Xiyuan Temple Heimu."

"Please advise me more." The young man bowed slightly, his face still stubborn and persistent.

"West... Xiyuan Temple Kuroki!!!"

"black wood!!!"

"Hey, is it really Kuroki? That national professional swordsman?!"

"Oh my god, it's true!!!"

"Xiyuanji Kuroki, the youngest professional kendo player in the country, is only 14 years old. He has defeated all previous professional and amateur kendo players in the past four years. The winning rate is as high as 96.77%, and it has risen to 100% since then. He has won consecutive national kendo champions Four years without losing to anyone."

Liu Lianer's quiet voice sounded slowly, explaining to Yukimura, Nioh and others around him.

"In addition to kendo, he is also good at Go. He has entered the chess world since he was eight years old, and won one of the top eight chess holy wars when he was ten years old, with a winning rate of 88.33%.

At the age of 11, he entered the top five with a winning rate of 96.68%. At the age of 13, he defeated the chess master Yumi Naoki Takashiro with a winning rate of 100%. He became a new generation of chess masters in one fell swoop.

Until today, no one has been able to pull him down from the peak of the chess world.Therefore, he is known as the 'Dragon God Prince'. "

"Nani Nani!!!" Kirihara Chi also widened his eyes, "Senior Liu, you are joking!!"

(End of this chapter)