One Step to The End

"Hahaha……"

A loud and orderly shout came from the dojo. Hundreds of young people in samurai costumes were practicing hacking on the grass. Behind it was an open archery dojo. Many beautiful young women were dragging their feet. People are still tall and take turns shooting arrows with the bow.

"Da da da……"

Two fast horses rushed from outside the dojo. The first Zhao Guanren was extremely dazzling in a red robe, and the female grandmaster who followed was also cold and sullen. The young people in the dojo stopped one after another, including the experienced masters also squinted. Closed his eyes.

"Huh~"

Suddenly Zhao Guanren jumped up from the horse and shot straight at the Kyudo Gymnasium in a super-pretending posture. Many young people exclaimed. Zhao Guanren also pretended to succeed and landed steadily outside the gym. Ling Ling Baodao swaggered up the steps.

"Sir! Why are you here..."

Shimazu Kasumi hurried over in small steps, kneeling down beside the door in a proper manner. She also put on an archery suit, white clothes and pleated black skirt, which is actually the right gangster of plagiarism. , With a piece of calfskin tied to his chest to prevent bowstring damage.

"Let me see my two ladies..."

Zhao Guanren stepped up and lifted one foot. Jiachun gently helped him take off his two official boots and put them on one side neatly. Shimazu Akuno also ran out from the back hall. The little girl blushed and knelt down to say hello. But she and Jiachun are not sisters, but the relationship between her niece and aunt.

"Hello, sir, I'm Sakai Miyama, the curator of the gymnasium..."

A gray-haired old man stepped forward and bowed, and a group of cold-faced middle-aged people were kneeling not far away. Of course, it was not only from the Shimadzu family. The Japanese forces consisted of countless large and small families, as well as various gangs and societies. They refused to accept Zhao Guanren. There are also many people.

"I've seen you all! This king, Zhao's official benevolence, the word Yunxuan..."

Zhao Guanren handed over and said something he had just learned. He came here naturally for this group of people. He wanted to subdue a group of people, not just marrying. This group of people is engaged in the restoration of the samurai movement. On the surface, it is a belief, but in fact it is in his heart. All have a high-spirited butcher knife.

"I heard that you are so brave, can you please enlighten me..."

A burly big beard stood up. Although the modern Japanese are much taller, Zhao Guanren's height is almost like a group of people. The big beard suddenly stood up and wanted to prove that they also have big men. .

"Haha~ Junko, help me translate, will I listen or say..."

Zhao Guanren helped Jiachun and Qiunai up and took their hands and smiled: "We will be our own people soon. I dare not be enlightened. It is okay to open your eyes. But I still ask you to perform first. Let me take a look at your level!"

"Okay! Let's demonstrate the Kyudo first..."

The bearded clapped his hands proudly. Zhao Guanren hugged Akino’s waist and sat cross-legged in the middle of the gym. Shimazu Akino shyly said: "Sir! Please, please don’t be like this. We are not married yet. The middle-aged elders are watching too!"

"You miserable! I'm such a domineering person..."

Zhao Guanren smiled and said something in English. Qiunai could only bite her lip without speaking, and all the apprentices knelt down to the sides, but he also had to admire the attitude of others. In the cold weather, both men and women only wore singles and had their feet on their feet. Only a pair of white socks.

"It's ugly!"

A middle-aged man carried his bow forward and bowed. The left half of his body was bare. After taking a deep breath, he stood on the edge of the gymnasium, drew the arrow and bow to the level of his ear, aiming at fifty meters away. His grass target shot three arrows in a row, and the arrows all hit the heart.

"Okay! It's **** slow and accurate..."

Zhao Guanren clapped his hands vigorously and shouted, and there was enthusiastic applause in the field. The middle-aged man turned around and bowed proudly. Generally, archery halls shoot 25-meter targets. It is not easy to reach the target at 50 meters. , Every arrow must hit a red heart enough for him to be proud.

"Hong'er! Show them a hand, don't use profound energy..."

Zhao Guanren waved his hand happily. His archery skills could not achieve the effect of crushing, but the female grandmaster he brought was different. It looked like he was only in his thirties, but in fact he was already nearly fifty. The first female martial artist of the former dynasty.

"Are there any hard bows? I can't make use of the cotton thing..."

The female grandmaster took the bow and gently pulled it, but it broke with a "crack". The complexions of a group of Japanese people changed. After some exchanges, the beard personally went to the back hall to fetch a clear bow. It also emphasized that this is an antique, worth one hundred thousand dollars.

"Ritual bow? Forget it, just make do with it..."

The female grandmaster took the Qing bow somewhat disgustingly, picked three cone-headed arrows and clamped it in her left hand, but she didn't stand up, and suddenly kicked the iron pot on the tea seat, flying high above the iron pot. At the same time, she actually shot the iron kettle with one arrow.

"Dangdangdang~"

The three crisp sounds almost came in one go. The Japanese did not see what was going on. The black iron kettle was nailed to the target. It turned out that the first arrow shot the kettle out, the second changed its direction, and the third He shot through the iron pot and hit the target, but all three arrows stuck in the center of the bull's-eye.

"..."

A group of Japanese people opened their mouths dumbfounded, including Zhao Guanren, who was also dumbfounded. No one dared to show off his skills on the battlefield. He had never seen Wu Zhuangyuan pretend to be so powerful. He didn't expect to be so awkward. Fortunately, he didn't make a move. , Otherwise you will be ashamed.

"Okay! Although it's a bit worse than this king, but it's also very good. Going back and rewarding it..."

Zhao Guanren hurriedly jumped up and boasted. The female grandmaster was not at all dissatisfied with him. She turned around and bowed with joy. The Japanese stood up and applauded collectively. They were impeccable in this respect, and they simply conceded defeat if their skills were not as good as others.

"Your Excellency! We want to discuss kendo with you, neither side is allowed to use abilities..."

The bearded man walked up with a bamboo knife, and all the fools saw that the female master was not easy. The little arm was thicker than the girl’s calf, but Zhao Guanren, the boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, looked better to bully. loser.

"Akino! How about you come and play with your husband..."

Zhao Guanren took the bamboo sword and looked at Qiunai. Qiunai was wearing kendo protective clothing. She jumped up and accepted it, but when she just wanted to get the helmet, Zhao Guanren waved her hand and said, "No! My husband won't hurt you, but You win as long as you touch my clothes!"

"Don't underestimate me, I am very powerful..."

Qiu Nai waved the bamboo knife in a charming manner, stepped forward and bowed in a respectful manner. Zhao Guanren took off the soul-killing knife and threw it to the female grandmaster. He smiled and waved at her. Qiu Nai immediately yelled and slashed it for an instant. change direction.

"Oh~ It's amazing, it's really dazzling..."

Zhao Guanren easily leaned back and hid in the past. He has never learned any sword skills seriously, but just like he had evaluated Shen Qingwen before, he is definitely not Shen Qingwen's opponent, but if he fights on the battlefield, he can kill ten Shen Qingwen.

"Ah!"

Qiunai continued to chop and chop unconvincingly, but Zhao Guanren turned around very quickly and stabbed her in the middle of her small ass. She yelled "Yeah" and cursed shamelessly with a flushed face. The eldest lady's temper suddenly broke. , And used all his abilities to attack again.

"Kiss!"

Suddenly Zhao Guanren picked her sideways and flew her bamboo knife away. At the same time, Qiu Nao screamed and fell backward, but fell into Zhao Guanren's arms, just like the hero and heroine in the romance film. , Zhao Guanren looked down at him condescendingly.

"Mai (don't)!"

Qiunai looked at him with a blushing face, and the little mouth was immediately kissed. Qiunai Jiao punched him angrily, knelt down to the corner with a cigarette, and drew a burst of laughter from the young man. Shimazu Jiachun clenched her fists coldly.

"Your Excellency! Please advise..."

The beards finally played in person. After bowing to each other, they were immediately thunderous. The speed of attack made the average martial artist embarrassed. Even the female grandmaster praised: "This stupid man really has two sons, and he has a fifth-grade skill without the assistance of profound energy!"

"Papa......"

Two bamboo knives can hit more than 20 times. The two have been moving quickly. Zhao Guanren has been passively defending, but anyone who knows how to do it can see that Zhao Guanren not only carries a right hand on his back, but also uses his left hand against it. Holding a bamboo knife, obviously deliberately letting a big beard.

"middle!"

Suddenly, Zhao Guanren turned around and squatted on one knee. The bamboo knife he held back was pierced from behind. The beard just slashed into the air, making too much force to take the knife. When he looked down in amazement, the bamboo knife was already stabbed in his heart. If it were the real sword, he would be chilled.

"I, I lost! Thank you for your advice..."

The bearded face paled back two steps, and bowed deeply to Zhao Guanren. The other people who were eager to try were also completely convinced, and clapped vigorously one after another.

"Everyone! It doesn't matter whether we win or lose, it's just a discussion between family members..."

Zhao Guanren turned on the external function of the watch, and said distressedly: "But I saw your beautiful homeland, causing a group of white people to be poisoned like this. You dare not even go out of the valley. I really feel heartache, this is me. My wife’s hometown, our children’s paradise!"

"Oh~"

A group of Japanese sighed. They must have never watched the live broadcast of the goods. One sentence of "family" narrowed the distance between each other. Zhao Guanren talked with each other for more than ten minutes. A group of middle-aged people cried on the spot, and the young people wailed. Yelling, wishing to rush out and fight the white man.

"Families must take care of your health, we will definitely be able to retake the city and drive away the invaders..."

Zhao Guanren asked him to take out a small box of vaccines and sent them to his "family members" one by one. Many people who were touched again burst into tears. Finally, at their strong request, the Shimadzu chief came in person, unexpectedly. I invited the Shimadzu family heirlooms out.

"Oh~"

Zhao Guanren uttered an exaggerated exclamation. When a delicate wooden cabinet was opened, a pair of black and red lacquered armor appeared. The helmet had a red ghost face, a pair of mighty golden horns on top of his head, and cirrus clouds painted in gold. The brim of his hat, at a glance, is the handed down armor of the daimyo level.

"No! This is too expensive, although I like it very much, but I can't have..."

Zhao Guanren kept touching his left hand and swaying his right hand, but the beard knelt down and shouted: "Please wear this ancestral armor. Only you can lead us to regain the city, rebuild our home, and restore us. The glory of the Shimadzu family, please!"

"please!"

Regardless of men and women kneeling down, Zhao Guanren squeezed out a few tears and moved and said: "We are all victims in the face of the disaster. As long as everyone is willing to fight side by side with me, I will let the glory of the Shimadzu family rise to the sky and live up to the sky. Kindness pays off, Junko! Akino! Put on armor for your king!"

"Hay!"

The aunts and nephews got up immediately, took off their dragon robes with their own hands, and wore armors religiously. How did you know that Zhao Guanren was a lot taller than the stalwart Shimadzu ancestors, and the breastplates were worn like the umbilicals, and in the end he just took off other armors. A few pieces were removed, which made him look domineering and mighty.

"what!"

Zhao Guanren suddenly drew the Toyo sword in his waist and cut off the pillar in the house. The powerful force value shocked the audience once again. When he raised the long sword and shouted, he didn't know what the declaration meant, the old one. The generations of people kowtow and shed tears, chanting that their ancestors have returned.

"Master! What have you burned? This is too high..."

Song Qian took a pleasurable look from the sidelines, and Shen Qingwen smiled and said: "Rosemary! It can make blood spurt, but once it's on the head, like Yun Xuan said, I hope to kill everyone here. Or be beaten to death by everyone! Haha~"

"Hurrah! Long live! Long live..."

Long live the people in the gymnasium. A group of white soldiers are basking in the sun in the camp. Hearing the sound for no reason, they feel a murderous spirit, which is rushing towards them...